#feral fire wraith arc

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It broke the dor it brotke thr eodor it broke the eodoor it brokethe

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Rate all TSAMS characters

OH GOD YEAH SURE WHY THE FUCK NOT

Many many more under the cut - also these are just my opinions

Sun: 4 Stars - Pisses me off sometimes but one of my favorites

Moon: 2 Stars - Pisses me off a lot

Nexus: 3 Stars - I don't like what they're doing with him

Monty: 0 Stars - Can die in a trash fire

OG Computer: 1 Star - Assholes to Sun for no reason

Spaniard: 5 Stars - Sweetheart and still sardonic

Eclipse (Original): 5 Stars - Tragic Villain

Eclipse (Back Up): 4 Stars - Killed before a cool arc

Eclipse (Copy): 5 Stars - Angry wet cat

Lunar: 2 Stars - Liked him more when he was honest

Bloodmoon: 5 Stars - Fun and loveable

Bloodmoon (Copy): 3 Stars - They botched his fucking character

Killcode: 5 Stars - They could never make me hate you

Solar Flare: 5 Stars - It's Solar Flare

Earth: 3 Stars - Great, amazing complex female character, but she loses two stars for dating Monty

Ruin: 5 Stars - You'll be back

Jack: 2 Stars - I loved him until I realized we were supposed to consider him to be like a little kid and I don't approve with the ethics of that considering some of the jokes they make with him and the fact that he is literally still a murder machine meant to murder things

Dazzle: 5 Stars - Baby

The Creator: 3 Stars - Obnoxious but consistent

Trashcan Man: 5 Stars - I hope he signed a prenup for the divorce

Gemini: 4 Stars - I feel like there was a lot of missed potential but I like the design so I'll give it a pass

Nebula: 2 Stars - I literally don't know her

Frank: 5 Stars - It's Frank

Francis: 4 Stars - He's like a little puppy dog I love him

Puppet: 5 Stars - If she did something wrong no she didn't

Foxy: 4 Stars - Was eh at first but really like him now

FC: 5 Stars - Baby boy lemme squish ur little paws and protect you and give you a cookie ur so innocent and sweet and ough my hormones

Miku: 4 Stars - I personally think she's funny

Stitch Wraith: 2 Stars - Eh

Golden Freddy: 4 Stars - Lost a star for violating a pumpkin

AU Rating

Solar (Nice Eclipse): 4 Stars - Great guy, but always felt a little bit standoffish and manipulative and honestly he gets a pass because it's a trauma response, someone get this guy a cookie

Helios (Dark Sun): 5 Stars - They could never make me hate you

Nyx (Evil Lunar): 5 Stars - Gonna keep him in my basement

Gaia (Evil Earth): 4 Stars - She fucking scares me bro

Crescent (Solar's Moon): 2 Stars - For being an asshole

Kronos (Lord Eclipse): 5 Stars - Yes

Crius (Servant Sun): 5 Stars - Also yes

Styx (Lord Lunar): 5 Stars - Yes again

Moros (Servant Eclipse): 5 Stars - Solar Flare levels of devotion

Solstice (Swap Eclipse): 4 Stars - Probably an asshole but I love him

Selene (Swap Lunar): 4 Stars - See above

Sobek (Evil Monty): 0 Stars - Fuck him in a bad way

Icarus (Star Holder Freddy): 5 Stars - Baby, must protect

Ammit (Mage/Lord Monty): 4 Stars - I actually kinda love him?

Eos (Lonely Sun): 5 Stars - Ough lemme kiss it better for you sweetie Imma take u from the plex and give u a hug

Khonsu (Feral Moon): 5 Stars - Because we love a feral wet cat

Ronty (Ruined Monty): 5 Stars - He loved his girlfriend

Năo (Ruin's Creator): 4 Stars - Interesting Villain

Character's We Never Officially Met

Angel (Solar's Sun): 5 Stars - Baby

Apollo (Ruin's Sun): 4 Stars - Probably morally grey in a bad way

Artemis (Ruin's Moon): 4 Stars - Same as Apollo

Space (Swap Earth): 5 Stars - They could never make me hate you

Dawn (Swap Sun): 5 Stars - I can fix him

Equinox (Swap Moon): 5 Stars - I can make him worse

Cora (Swap Flare): 5 Stars - It's a solar flare

Hunter Moon (Swap BM): 5 Stars - Dadcode but bm. . .

Sentry (Swap KC): 5 Stars - Probably such a little shit I love him

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Hi 💚! How is everyone doing on this delightfully devilish day 😃?

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Lullaby of Woe

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Set in the Witcher universe, Bucky finds a trail leading to his lost love who had been taken from him and he races to get to you before monsters find you.

Warnings: Violence, lots of fighting and violence and Witcher horror.

Word Count: Approx 1570

A/N: Hellooo! Happy Halloween/Samhain/Spooky Day/Thursday. I ADORE The Witcher, so here is a fic in the universe based off one of the amazing Witcher 3 trailers. This one is based off the trailer ‘A Night to Remember’ where he hunts a Bruxa (a type of vampire).

THIS IS PURELY BASED OFF THE TRAILER, IT’S NOT EVEN SET IN TOUSSAINT

If you’re not familiar with the Witcher lore, all you really need to know about this fic are what the words Ignis and Aard mean in relation to the action. Both words are powers the Witcher has, Ignis being the use of fire and Aard is a telekinetic force. Enjoy!

Wolves asleep amidst the trees.

Bats all a swaying in the breeze

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

Fearing no manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths

 “James, come back!” Natasha screamed for him, voice ripping through the darkness. “She’s gone, she’s dead!” She shouted into the trees as he rode away on his horse. Bucky knew you were alive; he could feel it.

 For your dolly Polly sleep has flown

Don't dare let her tremble alone

 Trembling, both from cold and fear, you shuffled back on the freezing flagstones beneath you, hands wet with blood as you whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks. It was supposed to be safe further North, you had been told at least. That was before you’d been forced away from Bucky, thrust into the arms of the unknown with men you didn’t trust nor like.

But now you had been used and left out, chained up and petrified, a loose end ready to be taken. If the monsters didn’t get to you, the cold would. There was no way you’d make it long enough to consider dying of hunger an option.

 For the Witcher, heartless, cold

Paid in coin of gold

 Galloping through the dirt tracks between the fields on the ascent to Novigrad, Bucky spared not even a second for anything else. You’d been missing for too long and the astral message he’d received from the sorceress, Wanda had lead him to Redania. Natasha had not been so willing to believe that you were still alive, though Bucky was sure part of her resistance was due to her bond with him.

But he didn’t love her the way he loved you.

 He comes he'll go leave naught behind

But heartache and woe

Deep, deep woe

 Bucky reached an old dock warehouse just outside of Novigrad city, his Witcher senses making the scene easier to pick apart. Signs of a struggle, spilt wine, blood. Taking his time, he looked around and studied each item of interest until his eyes landed on something.

The necklace he had gifted you all those years ago.

 Birds are silent for the night

Cows turned in as daylight dies

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

Fearing no manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths

 Bucky followed your scent, a winding path that he could almost visualise in his mind as he followed it. The sweet smell of your perfume from Toussaint mixed with you soft musk. He’d missed that smell, the way his sheets clung to scent after a night together and his heart clenched. He wasn’t supposed to feel, but he did. He felt something for you more than he thought he ever could about anyone.

Bucky stopped short, his wolf medallion jingling as it trembled, eyes trailing over the old barn. A ragged laugh pierced through the silence and he knew. Reaching down to his belt, Bucky pulled off a bottle from its leather strap, popping the cork off with his thumb. The acidic tang of the Black Blood potion stung his nostrils as he tipped back the bottle, veins broadening as he drank, darkness creeping through his blood, the black so opaque it showed through his skin.

Reaching up, Bucky took out his silver sword, leaving the Steel blade in its sheath. Taking a deep breath as he let the poison take effect, he walked towards the barn doors.

 My dear dolly Polly shut your eyes

Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries

 A low growl, feral almost as she approached you, aging before your eyes from a young woman to an old, shrewd hag. Her rasping cackle made you shudder as she approached, fingers slowly growing into long, spiked claws.

Everything ached and hurt as you tried to desperately shuffle away from her, her hair growing thin and scraggly, face becoming sour as she grinned maliciously at you, bearing her overcrowded sharp teeth. The smell of rotten flesh hit your senses and you gagged, stomach flipping and tossing about as your heartrate quickened.

Your back pressed against the wall and you took in a sharp, short breath, struggling to keep yourself calm. Squeezing your eyes shut, you dampened the whimper from your throat when you felt her breath against your exposed skin. A tear rolled down your cheek, chilling against your skin when it cooled in the cold night time air. Your blood temperature felt like it plummeted as she reached out, spindly fingers trailing, scratching across your arm, making you flinch as she dug in, piercing the skin.

 As the Witcher, brave and bold

Paid in coin of gold

 Your scream erupted Bucky’s skin into goose bumps as he approached the door. Pulling the rickety wooden door open, moonlight seeped into the barn, revealing her standing over you. Bloody and weeping, you trembled in pain and fear, wordlessly begging her to stop the torment.

It took a moment for her to notice his presence. Slowly rising from her crouched position on the floor, she peered over her shoulder at him. A youthful, peaceful smile stretched across her lips as she slowly turned to face him. “Witcher.” Her voice was soft, almost sickeningly sweet as she looked into his eyes. Bucky grimaced at her, not uttering a word as she slowly reached up, fingers gently pushing at the edges of her thin, cream cotton gown.

 Her dress dropped and her form almost disappeared like it had been swept away by the wind. Bucky stood as still as stone, his gaze stayed pinned to the wall, not even taking a second to look down at your bloodied state.

 Bucky sensed her behind him and he spun, raising his sword in an arc to strike down on her as he turned, a glimmering dust raining down on her invisible form when he launched a vial of it at the rafters above.

It was a fast, quick paced dance between claws and metal as she dodged each strike. Bucky slashed at her, ripping at her skin with his silver blade and she stumbled back, though it wasn’t enough to stop her. She launched at him, a guttural shriek ripped from her throat as she jumped at him, claws tearing at his cheek, the force of her attack sending him tumbling back.

Ignis.

A force of fire erupted towards her and she screeched out as she kept her distance, circling the Witcher before her next attack.

Taking a running leap at him, she overwhelmed Bucky, making him drop his sword. The silver blade clattered to the ground as he deflected her attacks with his forearm, the armour holding up just enough under her attacks.

Bucky was struck across the middle and he fell to the floor, clutching his side, pain in his eyes as he stayed still. She stalked him, circled him and you watched with bated breath as he stayed still.

With a blood curdling shriek, she leapt at him, hand forcing his head to the side before her jagged teeth sunk down into his flesh, ripping, sucking, blood trickling into his clothing. Bucky groaned out, grabbing at her hair and yanking her off, throwing her away from him.

She let out a hoarse shriek as she got to her feet, riled up, angry, possessive. She paused, looking down at herself as darkness coursed through her veins, Black Blood seeped into her system, clawing up her veins and she looked back up at Bucky as he got to his feet.

  He'll chop and slice you

Cut and dice you

Eat you up whole

Eat you whole

 Aard.

A telekinetic force threw her back and she cried out when she hit the floor. Bucky ran and slid across the dusty flagstones, hand reaching down and gripping the hilt of his silver sword before running at her, hastily slicing upwards, her leg parting from her body but it wasn’t enough to stop her as she tumbled, crawling quickly across the floor towards him.

Bucky’s silver blade slashed at her middle and she spun onto her back, quickly recovering and pulling herself away and out of the barn with a pained, shrill shriek.

Bucky fired a crossbow bolt into her back and then a second and a third before she collapsed to the ground, slowly reverting back to her human, maiden form.

 Birds are silent for the night

Cows turned in as daylight dies

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

For the Witcher brave and bold

Paid in coin of gold

He’ll chop and slice you

Cut and dice you

Eat you up whole.

 “Sweetheart?” Bucky rushed towards you, sword clattering to the ground as he ran across the barn, eyes finally focussed on you now that the fight was over. “I’ve got you.” He cooed, kneeling down and taking your freezing body into his arms, cradling you against him.

You were barely alive, but it was enough. Reaching to his belt, he pulled a vial of Swallow from it’s leather fastening and popped the cork open, carefully pouring some into your mouth, knowing that your body could handle the potent healing potion. “I’ve got you.” He repeated, quietly brushing your hair back and holding you against him, pressing kisses against your frigid skin.

“You came for me.” You whispered, looking up at him through your lashes, tiredness creeping in as you felt the potion working. “I’ll always come for you, my love.” He rasped, bright, yet soft cat eyes looking down into yours. “Always.” He whispered.

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Year 123 of the Era of Unity

They glided down the halls on silent feet, like shadows shifting in the moonlight. Unseen and unheard, they slid along the walls, heading for the heart of the Umbra, the chosen dwelling of a Voro clan. In the center, the mostly heavily defended room was the Cor. The place where the clan leaders lorded over their subordinates.

On opposite sides of the hall the two women stopped at an intersection and melted into the shadows the browning potted plants provided. Green eyes met blue and a silent communication passed between them. Hold. Her breath felt damp against the inside of the mask that covered her nose and mouth.

This part of the Umbra would be heavily guarded. The cross hall led off to private chambers to the left and right and straight ahead was the Cor - the cursed court. It surprised her that they had not met any guards yet, or encountered any security measures. She supposed they figured anyone stupid enough to venture in uninvited would easily be taken at this point, and then it was only a short trip to deliver them for dinner. Still, the arrogance irritated her.

She brought her mind into focus as the expected footsteps resonated from both ends of the hall. Two on patrol. Surely that couldn't be all. What kind of clan leader protected his Umbra with only two guards? Easier for her, she surmised with a mental shrug.

She once again looked at her partner in silent communication, who gave an affirmative nod and waited for the signal. They would wait until the guards were close and take them quickly, giving them no chance to warn the others.

With whispered breath they waited, hearts quickening as feet came closer. They kept their eyes on each other and let their ears tell them when the time was right. One of the first things a Thyfa learned in training was to never rely on sight when it came to the Voro. Their inherent ability to create illusions in a person's mind made it dangerous to do so.

Hearing footsteps approach what she considered ambush point, she took a glance down the hall on her partner’s side. She saw the guard, strolling, unhurried, even bored, towards them. Again, she had to wonder at their arrogance, though she began to wonder if it wasn’t sheer stupidity.

These Voro were not even vibrating at their highest frequency. When they did, their faces seemed to grow disproportionate, and their teeth and nails grew into feral vices. Even their shoulders seemed to become more obtrusive, as though the higher their vibration the less they could retain the semblance of humanity. But when the Voro were relaxed, at rest, or purposefully keeping their energy low, they looked like every other person in the world. Utterly human. The downside was that lowering their energy dulled their senses and abilities. Patrol guards were the last ones who should be so calm.

She resisted the urge to shake her head and eased back against the wall, ready to spring off it. She took her partner’s eye again and inhaled deeply.

The air seemed to shudder and still at the same time. Everything slowed. With the slightest nod they pounced, appearing from the shadows like wraiths. The motions were easy, practiced and precise. Grab, flip, slice. Two down. Hallway clear. Done with no more sound than the thud of bodies hitting the floor.

They waited in the silence for just a moment, making sure the kills had gone unnoticed. Quickly and efficiently, they pulled the dead weights into the shadows they had made their own, long dark streaks left on the floor behind them.

With a touch of one mind to the other, she waited for her partner to receive her. It took only a moment for the brush of minds to become open communication. She sent the order to extinguish the torches. Go dark. Better for them if they couldn't be seen. With the slightest hiss of steam, the immediate area was plunged into darkness, and the link was closed again.

A quirk of her lips showed her gratitude for barely a second before she moved off down the hall, knowing without doubt her partner was on the other side. It was why they were the best. Absolute trust, and knowledge that they would do whatever it took to protect one another.

At the end of the long corridor was the Cor, and when they encountered no further opposition, she became sure that stupidity was the cause. The other waved a hand at the torches as they approached them, snuffing them with condensed water.

They reached the door unopposed and took up position on either side of it. Though the hall they had just traversed was now dark, light spilled out from the open doorway. On either side of the door, just a step back from the splayed light, they were invisible. However, the second  they stepped out it would be another matter.

She took a moment to send a thought out to the leader of her backup team, the Crows. No walls had to be lowered there, her link with him was direct and unobstructed thanks to the enhanced mental abilities she possessed as an Elite and the blood link she had with him. We’re about to take the Cor. Stand ready. She knew Alexa would be doing the same with the leader of her own team, the Sharks.

Her hand tightened and relaxed on the long knife she held in her hand as she took stock of the situation. Smells and smoke wafted through the air, curling in the light and she let her brain sort them out. Tobacco smoke, incense, opium, sex, blood, death.

Fear, disgust and outrage fought to rise through her, but she swallowed them down. Blood and death were the fuel of these places. No matter what overlaid it, there was always blood and death underneath.

She felt the mind of the other reach out to touch hers, slightly alarmed at the rise in her emotions. With a mental swipe she pushed aside the unspoken question.

Concentrate.

She closed her eyes and let her hearing take over again, placing herself mentally in the room. On the right side of the room one of the Voro was pacing around his blood pet, telling him a story of glorious battle. She sneered silently at the creature that had traded a life of choices for the rush of Voro blood, and paid with inevitable death.

Blood poisoning, they called it. It happened when a person partook of blood so often that the curse it carried infected the host, making it increasingly difficult for the living body to sustain itself. There was only one treatment for blood poisoning. More blood. But more blood fed the infection. Once you had the poisoning your only choice was to make yourself a slave to the Voro and barter for time as a human, or let the curse take your body and die. If you were lucky someone would burn you, or cut you into little pieces, before you woke up as one of them.

Behind the pet and his master, tucked in the corner in a large mound of rugs and pillows, one of them feasted, uncaring of the mess her gorging was creating. Torn skin and splattered blood was of no consequence. To the left two sat, and one stood, surrounded by a cloud of opium smoke as they laughed quietly among themselves. Right on the other side of the wall her back was pressed against, one sat smoking a cigarette, watching it all as she was hearing it. If not for the shuffle of his clothes as he moved, and the long exhale of smoke, she would have missed him.

If she sent her hearing out further, to the rooms and chambers of the place, she knew she would hear the moans and halted breaths of the dying. Again her emotions threatened to rise.

Breathe.

She opened her eyes again, preparing herself to attack. A presence brushed against her mind and she opened herself to it. I guess we missed the party, the thought whispered through her mind, dripping with sarcasm.

Taya turned her fierce green eyes, to piercing blue. Somehow, I'll live. The small smile that passed between them was short lived. Every moment they wasted was a moment they could be detected.

Six in there, one pet, no humans in living condition. She sent the thought across and waited for acknowledgement. It came quickly and surely. With a rising heartbeat she issued the battle plans in images rather than words. Again she received a quick nod.

Alexa, she added, be careful with that female. She'll be at her strongest right now.

I'll be careful, Taya, came the return with just a hint of an eye roll.

Every time they did this, it was this moment that scared her the most. Six against two wasn't bad odds, all things considered. Makers knew they'd faced worse, but  every time they did this she risked Alexa. Sweet determined Alexa, who at the age of thirteen had decided that they would never be apart.

It was that thought which put the steel in her. The thought, that put the fire in her eyes. She would protect Alexa, her light, her heart, her compass, no matter the cost.

With a nod to go, they swept into the room. The one by the door was dead before he could find his feet, his blood spraying in a wide red arc as a long knife efficiently opened his throat.

A pulling motion brought the fire from the nearest lantern to her hand, shattering the glass panes that kept it contained. With directed will and the motion of her hand she pushed it toward to opium trio in a fan of flame. All three lit up like screaming pyres, her rage anchoring the heat in their skin. Alexa sliced under the arm of the one who had been proclaiming its prowess in battle. With an upward motion, it was cleanly opened from navel to breast, and it fell to the floor in a screaming rage, its face contorted into monstrous features. Fingers elongated into claws even as it fell, reaching for her in a desperate attempt, but she was already past him. Quick and fluid, she sliced across its back, disabling it completely, before she changed the grip on her sword and plunged it down, right below its skull, effectively decapitating him.

The pet, suddenly realizing his master's demise, and therefore his own, wailed so loudly it was almost ear splitting and then, with a feral growl born of madness, he attacked the woman who had killed his master. It was only her hesitation that allowed him to get close enough.

He may have given away his humanity, but he was not one of the Voro, just a poor, pitiful soul who had made a bad deal. He was no longer a man, not yet a monster. Part of Alexa’s mind struggled with the distinction. Even as he barreled into her, dragging her to the ground, there was some piece of her that still wanted to save him.

The female in the corner was dragged out of her gorging by the screams and smell of burning flesh, or perhaps the smell of Alexa's fresh blood as it seeped from her head where it had smacked against the floor. When she turned her eyes to the chaos they instantly focused on Alexa, trying desperately to remain conscious and fighting. Her sword was gone.

Taya saw the gleam in the female's eyes as she removed the head from a screaming, smoking, monstrosity. She saw it advance on Alexa in a sinister crouch even as she took off running towards it. She watched it leap off the floor towards its intended prey as she caught the flicker of a candle and pushed it with as much concentrated force as she could on the run. It wouldn't light her up like the others, but she only needed a second. Just a second to get there before...

On a tight breath she charged into the creature, barreling into its middle with her left shoulder and carrying the weight to her right. With the help of straining muscles and gravity, she rolled the beast under her and came up straddling its waist. She centered her weight on the bucking female's pelvis as she tried to hold it down long enough to end its miserable life, but she could do nothing about the clawing hands that ripped and tore at her skin.

She raised the knife over her head ready to bring it down through whatever was in the way, when, with a wild surge, the creature managed to unseat her, and with an inhuman strength she flipped Taya head over feet. She landed on the stone floor with a bone crunching thud that forced the air out of her lungs.

In an instant it was on her, claws stabbing deep in her shoulders as it lifted her and slammed her hard against the ground. The breath she couldn't catch turned into a gasp of white-hot pain.

The beast grinned at her with something akin to sexual greed and lunged for Taya's neck.

Taya slammed her head up with all the force she could muster, and felt a sick kind of satisfaction when she felt its nose crunch against her forehead. But the satisfaction was short lived, when instead of letting go the rabid female dug her claws in deeper, until Taya was sure that they must have been touching in the middle. She could feel her collarbone straining against the strength of the long fingers.

The world blurred and came horrifyingly back into focus as the bloody face descended on her again. She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe through the pain. She heard a strangled groan that sounded like it came from miles away, and she hoped Alexa had fought her way free.

The world blurred again. A memory shimmered.

What did you see?

I saw us. You and me.

Red-hot pain exploded through her as claws were ripped from her shoulders and the creature flung across the room as a block of ice the size of a small boulder slammed into its side. It had no time to gather its wits before Alexa was on it, and with a purposeful thrust, put her sword through its shattered nose.

Like the end of a lizard's tail, it twitched and then slumped.

No more than three minutes. That was all the time it had taken.

Taya tried to remember how to breathe as Alexa knelt on the ground beside her, wiping blood from her eyes.

"Hey," Alexa said, her voice quiet and concerned, "my backup team will be here soon. I sent out the call as soon as I saw you go down." Her cool fingers gently removed Taya’s mask and tossed it aside.

Taya managed a small smile as Alexa brushed the hair back from her face. "Good thinking,” she croaked. "My brain stopped functioning when you-" She gasped as a wave of pain went through her.

"Shh," the quiet voice soothed, "We handled it."

Taya turned her head to the side and her eyes caught sight of the melting globe of ice that lay beside an overturned chair.

"I didn't know you could do that."

"The ice?" Alexa said with a small smile. "Neither did I. I just knew I needed to hit her harder than water could manage."

A smile quirked the corner of Taya’s lips as she passed out, content in the knowledge that Alexa was, quite simply, amazing.

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battle hard, play hard

Kinktober day 10 - Wandplay. Credit to @wanderingnork for this idea! Tagging @funkzpiel, @headsindreams and @fantastic-beasts-smut because I know they like their Gramander. 

“Do you duel, Mr. Scamander?” There’s a tease in Mr. Graves’ voice, hidden under gravel and wit, a tease and a challenge. Newt straightens, dusting off his hands. He’s investigating mites in the Graves’ Estate’s sprawling gardens and vegetable patch, looking for anything that might cause those interesting marks on leaves. Graves levels him with a look, head cocking to the side ever so slightly, causing the sun to reflect off his neat, glossy hair. It shines the deepest black and Newt longs to run his hands through it. “Not for sport,” Newt replies, shrugging a little helplessly. When he looks, there is dirt under his nails. He tries to remove it, feeling very much like a naughty school boy caught playing in the muck, “Why do you ask?” “Your brother was telling me you’re a skilled duelist,” Graves murmurs, shoving his hands in his pockets, as if Newt’s movements have made him aware of his own. Newt cocks his head now, “Where is my brother?” “Off with the hunting party.” Newt purses his lips, eyes flickering to the woodland beyond the boundaries of the gardens. It’s ancient forest, older than the house or the gardens or either of them, as old as the hills. It’s ancient forest – full of wonders and unspeakable evils. One treads carefully in the forests around the Graves’ estate, one doesn’t dare go alone. Only the foolhardy dare to go without a Graves’ to guide them. And yet the Graves is standing in front of Newt, and not with the roaring bunch of morons probably disturbing the wildlife on horseback. “You didn’t go with them?” Graves chuckles, shrugging and shaking his head, “No. There are far more interesting things to be seen on the estate.”

Many a time, Newt has been caught in the gaze of a predator. He gets that feeling right now, staring down Graves. The man’s eyes are dark and liquid, the centers radiating outwards, threatening to swallow up his entire eye. If Newt were to catch him out of his periphery, he’d see a Wraith – impossibly pale, sharp ears and jaw and wicked teeth. Beautiful and dangerous. As he is now, in front of Graves, he sees a man with ancestry more than human, a man who wants to play. 

Newt’s wand slips from his sleeve into his palm. He grips it tightly, taking a deep breath and readies himself. Graves grins, sharp and a little feral. He assumes proper stance – probably learned while in school, and waits. So this is how it’s going to be? Newt thinks. He doesn’t want to strike first, but he knows the Director and he knows how he plays. Newt lurches forward and then goes left, firing off a crackle of blue light. Graves deflects it with a flick of his hand. His boot digs into the soft earth as he spins on his heel to track Newt, eyes locked onto prey. Already, white-purple energy crackles around his hand, flickering up over that monster of a wand like a threat. Newt knows he’s going to have to make it difficult. Moving targets are harder to hit, even for Graves. So he disapperates. He reappears behind Graves, pointing a particularly nasty hex right at the center of the man’s back. To his surprise, it rebounds and he barely has time to get out of the way. “Clever,” Graves growls, turning around again. He moves like lightning, flinging himself at Newt. The magizoologist squeaks and closes his eyes, feeling the pull and twist of apparition before he spits himself back out a few feet away, just in time to see Graves go sprawling and rolling through the tomato plants. Newt grants himself a millisecond of pride before a sweeping disk of white comes arcing at him. “Merlin’s beard, Graves!” Newt roars, throwing up a protective shield, “Are you trying to decapitate me?” Graves grins, picking himself up and shaking the dirt from his clothes. They’re both panting a little, adrenaline buzzing through their veins. Newt grits his teeth and assesses his options. He isn’t expecting Graves to bolt, running straight at him. With a squeak, Newt tries to disapparate again, only to feel a hand wrap around his wrist before he fully completes the spell. “Oof!” Two bodies go rolling across the lawn just in front of the manor. Newt has the wind driven from him by an accidental elbow, and he lies there on the grass gasping for a moment. The sun shines down so nicely, a gentle breeze against his face. Beside him, Graves groans softly, rolling over. “You absolute arse,” Newt growls, “You could have been killed! I expect that sort of recklessness from my brother, not from yo-mmf!” Graves’s lips are warm and dry and soft against Newt’s, his tongue licking into Newt’s mouth with barely a request for entry. Newt’s fingers tangle in the man’s waistcoat, gripping the fine material tight, keeping Graves close. Graves sighs and groans when Newt nips at his lower lip, drawing the flesh between his teeth to worry it. “You’re an arse,” Newt repeats. Graves, now straddling his lap, is a disheveled mess, hair falling into his eyes, chest heaving and smeared with dirt. “If you wanted a fucking, all you had to do was ask.” Graves moans. His hips come down against Newt’s groin, the swell of his ass hot and promising against Newt’s quickly thickening cock. Little sparks wash over Newt – teasing at what is to come. “It’s no fun, asking,” Graves murmurs. He twists his hands in Newt’s collar, yanking open the fabric so the buttons pop off. Newt just rolls his eyes, waving his hand and finding the fastenings on Graves’ trousers. “You wanted me to force you, hmm? Why didn’t you let me best you then, darling? Let me put you on all fours and fuck you into submission? Or is that no fun either? I know how you like to win.” As he speaks, Newt rips Percival’s trousers down powerful thighs, letting the sun warm the glorious, pale globes of the man’s ass. His cock springs free, eager and flushed and already wet at the tip. Newt curls one hand around it, the other ghosting over skin to press between cheeks. Graves’ hole is wide and wanting, slick enough for Newt to press two fingers inside. He raises a brow, massaging the velvety heat. “Did you really prep yourself and then come out here to play fight? Percival, you utter whore.” Graves’ laugh starts out as a laugh, but devolves into a moan when Newt’s hand twists viciously around the head of his cock and the clever fingers inside him catch that spot.

“Don’t tease,” he hisses, “’m ready, just fuck me.” Newt hisses back, hand and fingers stilling. Graves growls and whines, gyrating his hips backwards to fuck himself on Newt’s hand. It’s enough to make one’s head spin – naught five minutes ago, they were dueling, and now the Director is coaxing Newt into taking him on the lawn in front of his ancestral home. But Newt is good at going with unexpected twists and turns. Getting his feet under his knees, Newt throws himself upright and unbalances Percival. Graves yelps as they roll, the sky spinning, and then finds himself pinned against the soft grass with Newt at his back. The magizoologist hums and noses along that neat hairline before biting at Percival’s earlobe. “Whores don’t get to make demands,” he croons and hikes Percival’s hips high, until his ass is in the air in prefect display, “Whores take what is given to them. Especially ones who think they can come out here and disturb my research by dueling.” Newt lines the head of his cock up with Graves fluttering hole, feels the muscle clench around him, as if trying to guide him inside. The hand not steadying Graves’ hips slips over narrow flanks to splay across the man’s chest, reaching inside that expensive shirt to pluck pert nipples. Percival whimpers, pressing back into Newt, urging him deeper. When he bottoms out, Newt stills, letting the Director quiver and pant beneath him. “Newt,” Graves whines, “Move. S’not fair.” “Oh, it isn’t fair is it? You weren’t very fair, teasing me earlier. I’m afraid your actions are coming back to you, darling.” But even as he teases, Newt gives in to Percival’s demands, digging his fingers into those thin hips, feeling the muscle and bone, and then surges forward. Thrust after brutal thrust, until Percival is a stream of noise and clawing at the ground beneath him. The air fills with his cries and the slap, slap, slap of skin on skin. Newt can just imagine the beautiful shade of pink those cheeks are turning – he longs to bite and suck and leave them purple. “That’s it, darling,” he whispers, arching forward so he can speak in Percival’s ear, “I wonder if the hunt can hear you. Maybe they’ll come back, watch their feared leader be fucked into the ground.” Percival twists his head, until Newt’s mouth is moving over the corner of his own, practically begging for a kiss. It sends a thrill through Newt, to have such a powerful figure underneath him like this, pleading for his affection. He leaves a chaste kiss on Graves’ lips before sucking back, palm against Graves’ shoulder blades and pushes Graves’ chest into the ground. Graves wails, as Newt hits his prostate over and over again, cock filling him to the brim. He clenches and jerks around the Brit, fists curling in the grass. “Newt! Newt! Oh – oh – oh Merlin… Newt!” Newt’s orgasm tears from him unexpectedly, when he glances up and finds their reflection in the glass of the library windows. He snarls, pressing into Percival one more time and spilling deep inside him. Percival cries out, hole clenching down, and goes still like a statue. His own cock hangs thick and heavy and forgotten between his legs, dripping onto the green of the grass. When the magizoologist pulls away, Graves moans, trying to follow. Newt smacks him on the ass for it, and then pinches one cheek. “Enough. Up.” He guides Percival until he’s on his knees, back to Newt’s chest. Newt wraps a hand around the man’s prick, thumb dragging across the weeping, purple head. As he begins to pump, using the man’s own pre-spend as lubricant, Newt leaves little bites and kisses across Percival’s throat. Their gazes lock in the reflection off the glass, some rendition of the way they had earlier. The hunger in Percival’s has faded into pure bliss, those dark eyes hazy with lust and pleasure. Little pants leave him now, constant cries of “agh, agh, agh”. Occasionally, he cries out Newt’s name. “Look at yourself, best duelist in America, hmm? Most powerful wizard? Brought low by a magizoologist and a foreigner at that? What would they say, if they could say, if they could see you like this? Fucking into my hand.” “Newt.” “Sometimes, I think about fucking you with my wand. You’d-“

Graves comes with a cry, hot and thick. He jerks in Newt’s arms, muscles seizing. Newt gets to watch the way his mouth stretches wide around the sound, the way those eyes clench shut and his brows furrow. Like he’s in pain. It’s glorious, absolutely beautiful. Then Graves goes limp like a rag doll. Newt has to catch him before he smashes his face off the ground.

“Easy, easy, darling.”

Newt lays him down and scrambles for his wand. It’s a few feet away from them, where it fell when they initially rolled across the grass. He cleans both of them up with a flick of it, righting their clothing before hauling Percival back up into his arms. Graves nuzzles his forehead against Newt’s throat, now much more like a domestic housecat than a jaguar looking for a meal.

“Well, that was certainly something,” Newt says, dragging his hands through Percival’s hair. The man hums, eyelashes fluttering against Newt’s skin.

“But in all seriousness, where are my brother and the rest of them?”

“Hunting, like I told you.”

“Alone? Are they still alive?”

“My grandmother is with them.”

“Darling, your grandmother may be��the reason they aren’t alive. Come on now, up you come. We should find them before they get themselves into too much trouble.”

Graves groans again, but lets Newt coax him upright and drag him out into the forest. It’s dangerous to go without a Graves, after all.

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The Price of Burning: Chapter One

Year 123 of the Era of Unity

They glided down the halls on silent feet, like shadows shifting in the moonlight. Unseen and unheard, they slid along the walls, heading for the heart of the Umbra, the chosen dwelling of a Voro clan. In the center, the mostly heavily defended room was the Cor. The place where the clan leaders lorded over their subordinates.

On opposite sides of the hall the two women stopped at an intersection and melted into the shadows the browning potted plants provided. Green eyes met blue and a silent communication passed between them. Hold. Her breath felt damp against the inside of the mask that covered her nose and mouth.

This part of the Umbra would be heavily guarded. The cross hall led off to private chambers to the left and right and straight ahead was the Cor - the cursed court. It surprised her that they had not met any guards yet, or encountered any security measures. She supposed they figured anyone stupid enough to venture in uninvited would easily be taken at this point, and then it was only a short trip to deliver them for dinner. Still, the arrogance irritated her.

She brought her mind into focus as the expected footsteps resonated from both ends of the hall. Two on patrol. Surely that couldn't be all. What kind of clan leader protected his Umbra with only two guards? Easier for her, she surmised with a mental shrug.

She once again looked at her partner in silent communication, who gave an affirmative nod and waited for the signal. They would wait until the guards were close and take them quickly, giving them no chance to warn the others.

With whispered breath they waited, hearts quickening as feet came closer. They kept their eyes on each other and let their ears tell them when the time was right. One of the first things a Thyfa learned in training was to never rely on sight when it came to the Voro. Their inherent ability to create illusions in a person's mind made it dangerous to do so.

Hearing footsteps approach what she considered ambush point, she took a glance down the hall on her partner’s side. She saw the guard, strolling, unhurried, even bored, towards them. Again, she had to wonder at their arrogance, though she began to wonder if it wasn’t sheer stupidity.

These Voro were not even vibrating at their highest frequency. When they did, their faces seemed to grow disproportionate, and their teeth and nails grew into feral vices. Even their shoulders seemed to become more obtrusive, as though the higher their vibration the less they could retain the semblance of humanity. But when the Voro were relaxed, at rest, or purposefully keeping their energy low, they looked like every other person in the world. Utterly human. The downside was that lowering their energy dulled their senses and abilities. Patrol guards were the last ones who should be so calm.

She resisted the urge to shake her head and eased back against the wall, ready to spring off it. She took her partner’s eye again and inhaled deeply.

The air seemed to shudder and still at the same time. Everything slowed. With the slightest nod they pounced, appearing from the shadows like wraiths. The motions were easy, practiced and precise. Grab, flip, slice. Two down. Hallway clear. Done with no more sound than the thud of bodies hitting the floor.

They waited in the silence for just a moment, making sure the kills had gone unnoticed. Quickly and efficiently, they pulled the dead weights into the shadows they had made their own, long dark streaks left on the floor behind them.

With a touch of one mind to the other, she waited for her partner to receive her. It took only a moment for the brush of minds to become open communication. She sent the order to extinguish the torches. Go dark. Better for them if they couldn't be seen. With the slightest hiss of steam, the immediate area was plunged into darkness, and the link was closed again.

A quirk of her lips showed her gratitude for barely a second before she moved off down the hall, knowing without doubt her partner was on the other side. It was why they were the best. Absolute trust, and knowledge that they would do whatever it took to protect one another.

At the end of the long corridor was the Cor, and when they encountered no further opposition, she became sure that stupidity was the cause. The other waved a hand at the torches as they approached them, snuffing them with condensed water.

They reached the door unopposed and took up position on either side of it. Though the hall they had just traversed was now dark, light spilled out from the open doorway. On either side of the door, just a step back from the splayed light, they were invisible. However, the second  they stepped out it would be another matter.

She took a moment to send a thought out to the leader of her backup team, the Crows. No walls had to be lowered there, her link with him was direct and unobstructed thanks to the enhanced mental abilities she possessed as an Elite and the blood link she had with him. We’re about to take the Cor. Stand ready. She knew Alexa would be doing the same with the leader of her own team, the Sharks.

Her hand tightened and relaxed on the long knife she held in her hand as she took stock of the situation. Smells and smoke wafted through the air, curling in the light and she let her brain sort them out. Tobacco smoke, incense, opium, sex, blood, death.

Fear, disgust and outrage fought to rise through her, but she swallowed them down. Blood and death were the fuel of these places. No matter what overlaid it, there was always blood and death underneath.

She felt the mind of the other reach out to touch hers, slightly alarmed at the rise in her emotions. With a mental swipe she pushed aside the unspoken question.

Concentrate.

She closed her eyes and let her hearing take over again, placing herself mentally in the room. On the right side of the room one of the Voro was pacing around his blood pet, telling him a story of glorious battle. She sneered silently at the creature that had traded a life of choices for the rush of Voro blood, and paid with inevitable death.

Blood poisoning, they called it. It happened when a person partook of blood so often that the curse it carried infected the host, making it increasingly difficult for the living body to sustain itself. There was only one treatment for blood poisoning. More blood. But more blood fed the infection. Once you had the poisoning your only choice was to make yourself a slave to the Voro and barter for time as a human, or let the curse take your body and die. If you were lucky someone would burn you, or cut you into little pieces, before you woke up as one of them.

Behind the pet and his master, tucked in the corner in a large mound of rugs and pillows, one of them feasted, uncaring of the mess her gorging was creating. Torn skin and splattered blood was of no consequence. To the left two sat, and one stood, surrounded by a cloud of opium smoke as they laughed quietly among themselves. Right on the other side of the wall her back was pressed against, one sat smoking a cigarette, watching it all as she was hearing it. If not for the shuffle of his clothes as he moved, and the long exhale of smoke, she would have missed him.

If she sent her hearing out further, to the rooms and chambers of the place, she knew she would hear the moans and halted breaths of the dying. Again her emotions threatened to rise.

Breathe.

She opened her eyes again, preparing herself to attack. A presence brushed against her mind and she opened herself to it. I guess we missed the party, the thought whispered through her mind, dripping with sarcasm.

Taya turned her fierce green eyes, to piercing blue. Somehow, I'll live. The small smile that passed between them was short lived. Every moment they wasted was a moment they could be detected.

Six in there, one pet, no humans in living condition. She sent the thought across and waited for acknowledgement. It came quickly and surely. With a rising heartbeat she issued the battle plans in images rather than words. Again she received a quick nod.

Alexa, she added, be careful with that female. She'll be at her strongest right now.

I'll be careful, Taya, came the return with just a hint of an eye roll.

Every time they did this, it was this moment that scared her the most. Six against two wasn't bad odds, all things considered. Makers knew they'd faced worse, but every time they did this she risked Alexa. Sweet determined Alexa, who at the age of thirteen had decided that they would never be apart.

It was that thought which put the steel in her. The thought that put the fire in her eyes. She would protect Alexa, her light, her heart, her compass, no matter the cost.

With a nod to go, they swept into the room. The one by the door was dead before he could find his feet, his blood spraying in a wide red arc as a long knife efficiently opened his throat.

A pulling motion brought the fire from the nearest lantern to her hand, shattering the glass panes that kept it contained. With directed will and the motion of her hand she pushed it toward to opium trio in a fan of flame. All three lit up like screaming pyres, her rage anchoring the heat in their skin. Alexa sliced under the arm of the one who had been proclaiming its prowess in battle. With an upward motion, it was cleanly opened from navel to breast, and it fell to the floor in a screaming rage, its face contorted into monstrous features. Fingers elongated into claws even as it fell, reaching for her in a desperate attempt, but she was already past him. Quick and fluid, she sliced across its back, disabling it completely, before she changed the grip on her sword and plunged it down, right below its skull, effectively decapitating him.

The pet, suddenly realizing his master's demise, and therefore his own, wailed so loudly it was almost ear splitting and then, with a feral growl born of madness, he attacked the woman who had killed his master. It was only her hesitation that allowed him to get close enough.

He may have given away his humanity, but he was not one of the Voro, just a poor, pitiful soul who had made a bad deal. He was no longer a man, not yet a monster. Part of Alexa’s mind struggled with the distinction. Even as he barreled into her, dragging her to the ground, there was some piece of her that still wanted to save him.

The female in the corner was dragged out of her gorging by the screams and smell of burning flesh, or perhaps the smell of Alexa's fresh blood as it seeped from her head where it had smacked against the floor. When she turned her eyes to the chaos they instantly focused on Alexa, trying desperately to remain conscious and fighting. Her sword was gone.

Taya saw the gleam in the female's eyes as she removed the head from a screaming, smoking, monstrosity. She saw it advance on Alexa in a sinister crouch even as she took off running towards it. She watched it leap off the floor towards its intended prey as she caught the flicker of a candle and pushed it with as much concentrated force as she could on the run. It wouldn't light her up like the others, but she only needed a second. Just a second to get there before...

On a tight breath she charged into the creature, barreling into its middle with her left shoulder and carrying the weight to her right. With the help of straining muscles and gravity, she rolled the beast under her and came up straddling its waist. She centered her weight on the bucking female's pelvis as she tried to hold it down long enough to end its miserable life, but she could do nothing about the clawing hands that ripped and tore at her skin.

She raised the knife over her head ready to bring it down through whatever was in the way, when, with a wild surge, the creature managed to unseat her, and with an inhuman strength she flipped Taya head over feet. She landed on the stone floor with a bone crunching thud that forced the air out of her lungs.

In an instant it was on her, claws stabbing deep in her shoulders as it lifted her and slammed her hard against the ground. The breath she couldn't catch turned into a gasp of white-hot pain.

The beast grinned at her with something akin to sexual greed and lunged for Taya's neck.

Taya slammed her head up with all the force she could muster, and felt a sick kind of satisfaction when she felt its nose crunch against her forehead. But the satisfaction was short lived, when instead of letting go the rabid female dug her claws in deeper, until Taya was sure that they must have been touching in the middle. She could feel her collarbone straining against the strength of the long fingers.

The world blurred and came horrifyingly back into focus as the bloody face descended on her again. She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe through the pain. She heard a strangled groan that sounded like it came from miles away, and she hoped Alexa had fought her way free.

The world blurred again. A memory shimmered.

What did you see?

I saw us. You and me.

Red-hot pain exploded through her as claws were ripped from her shoulders and the creature flung across the room as a block of ice the size of a small boulder slammed into its side. It had no time to gather its wits before Alexa was on it, and with a purposeful thrust, put her sword through its shattered nose.

Like the end of a lizard's tail, it twitched and then slumped.

No more than three minutes. That was all the time it had taken.

Taya tried to remember how to breathe as Alexa knelt on the ground beside her, wiping blood from her eyes.

"Hey," Alexa said, her voice quiet and concerned, "My backup team will be here soon. I sent out the call as soon as I saw you go down." Her cool fingers gently removed Taya’s mask and tossed it aside.

Taya managed a small smile as Alexa brushed the hair back from her face. "Good thinking,” she croaked. "My brain stopped functioning when you-" She gasped as a wave of pain went through her.

"Shh," the quiet voice soothed, "We handled it."

Taya turned her head to the side and her eyes caught sight of the melting globe of ice that lay beside an overturned chair.

"I didn't know you could do that."

"The ice?" Alexa said with a small smile. "Neither did I. I just knew I needed to hit her harder than water could manage."

A smile quirked the corner of Taya’s lips as she passed out, content in the knowledge that Alexa was, quite simply, amazing.

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[Why]

[daisy-posting]

This is odd ... from such a strong heat source, I can't seem to find anything...

It seems to be coming from this cave...

Hmm... I don't see... anything. I guess it's safe to get back to my...

...Ship...

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[chiua-and-stick-posting]

[the thoughts]

[the speech]

[its very nice , like food]