#giving me all of the human elizabeth looks i could ask for

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Jane, Medical Technician

Part 3

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“Okay, I get you’re the head of the science department here, but your rehab falls under my supervision you know,” Jane said, a little exhausted. She couldn’t believe it had only taken a few weeks for someone on the crew to get seriously injured, although it was completely believable that it was one of her fellow humans.

“I know, I know,” Liz said, waving her new augmented arm. “I thought I could speed it up if I overclocked the neural activity algorithm, but that didn’t work, it just gave me headaches.”

“This isn’t something you can speed up Collins, you can’t just skip parts of your recovery because they’re inconvenient.” Jane sighed.

“Liz, you lost a huge part of yourself, a very necessary part. And you lost it in probably the most traumatic way I can even imagine. You’ve got to let your body and mind heal at their own pace, alright?”

“Fine, okay, alright,” Liz said. “You’re right, I know that, I just want to go back to normal, not adjust to a new normal.” She leaned her head back against the cushioned chair.

“It’s like, part of my nature, to fix problems, improve things, see how they tick,” Liz said. “I clearly have a problem that I can’t solve and my brain won’t let me back burner it ‘till I have something else to focus on.” She brought her head back up.

“Let’s talk about something else! Give me something, anything, so long as it keeps my brain busy.”

Jane just stared at her a moment, thinking. It wasn’t exactly conventional therapy, but neither of their lives were considered conventional these days. What the hell?

“Like what?” She asked.

“Like I heard you pulled a tracheotomy in the mess hall the other day. Used a steak knife and a bendy straw of all things. You could ask me to make you a whole first aid kid with all the latest tech and it’d fit on your belt, I swear. Actually don’t even ask, I’m already doing it,” Liz stopped to breathe, “it’ll be great for emergency surgeries.”

“Well hopefully we won’t have any more emergency surgeries, but if you’re serious and you think it’ll help, by all means, build me something cool.” Jane smiled.

Jane liked Elizabeth, or Liz as she wanted to be called, and as her only Human patient so far, she wanted to be accommodating. Jane had asked if Doctor Huhuma had wanted to run the sessions herself, but Huhuma thought that another human would be better for the patient to speak with. They’d also heard about how interested Liz Collins was in aliens biology and figured she’d be less distracted this way.

She’d lose it if I told her I have lunch with all the Indoprime on board some days, Jane thought, a little smugly.

As if on cue, the door opened and Doctor Huhuma walked in, lab coat on as always, striped tail swishing as she walked to her office. She waved politely as she passed, and Jane waved back smiling.

“Doctor.”

“Doctor.”

Jane looked back to Liz Collins, who as she figured, was staring, but at her and not the alien monkey woman. And she was grinning.

“Oh yeah, this is a problem I can work with,” Liz said.

“What do you mean?”

“Dilated pupils, mirroring, tensing in the shoulders, the way you leaned ever so slightly towards her as she passed by, you’re blushing so hard as I say this, are you alright?” Liz was trying so hard to keep from laughing. “I’m a trained biologist too hon, and you got some awesome brain chemistry going on right now, don’t you?”

“Okay, times up for today, same time in two days right?” Jane said hurriedly, standing up from her chair.

“Look look look, I’m not gonna say anything alright? And this could be part of my therapy, keeping my mind off the arm while the two get acquainted,” Liz said in a hushed tone, standing as well.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, you have no idea what you’re saying, and your mandated therapy hour… still has… 45 minutes. Damnit.” Jane slapped her hands against her thighs. “Okay, but this is strictly therapy, you start getting weird on me and I’m withholding drugs in the future.”

“Hahaha! YES!“ Liz said, cackling.

“Here,” Jane said, handing her a small rubber ball. “Stress toy, but we are going to use it rehab your hand. Squeeze while we talk.”

Liz put the ball in her new bionic hand and tried squeezing. The hand whirred and and twitched, but didn’t really do more than cup its fingers and hold the stress toy.

“Come on, come on, tell me what’s going on here in this daytime soap you call a med bay,” Liz said, staring at her hand and focusing.

“Nothing really. She’s technically my boss, the most that goes on in here is we have lunch together.”

“Scandalous,” Liz said sarcastically.

“I don’t know what to tell you, nothing is happening between me and Doctor Huhuma.”

“But you want something to happen, right?”

Jane didn’t say anything… but she did blush.

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The session continued in that manner for the remaining time, and when Liz left med bay she turned back at the door.

“Okay, call me later, we’ll get Coco in on this too, we’ll get you a date by the weekend.” She left laughing.

The science nerd and her talking tree associate were about as useful as those teen romance novels her cousin was always reading.

Did she want something to happen with the good doctor? Dating a coworker, her boss no less, had to be a terrible idea, right? Of course it was, and that was if she even liked her, which of course she couldn’t.

Jane forced the thought to the back of her mind. She had work to do, a paper to write on the cellular structure of the Zilgrat people and their similarities to Earth ferrets. Much like Huhuma’s people the Indoprime, the Zilgrats were so similar to the Terran species that it was believed by some that they might have a common genetic ancestry.

There was a rapidly growing field of thought back on Earth that many alien species had come to the planet in the infant years of their space exploration, like the Galley, and had left behind objects or hybrids, or some other mark of their presence, hence why so many species seemed to have the same qualities as the Earthling varieties. Personally, Jane was more a fan of evolutionary truths, the idea that certain branches of evolution are more adaptable across the universe, like certain species of birds on Earth that keep ‘reevolving’ despite going extinct, or that every form of life eventually turns into crabs.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Jane heard the med bay door open. She turned, and saw the Scrib man, Ensign Mirn, standing there with his hands clasped together.

“Hello, Doctor,” he said, bowing his head. “I’m here for my check up? Doctor Huhuma said I’d need to be treated for possible infections or complications if any arose.”

“Right, of course. Hop up on the table.”

Mirn bowed again, then crossed the room and climbed up on the exam table. He was about Jane’s height, give or take 5’4, which was normal for the Scrib. While they resembled humans physically, the whole race was on average much smaller than the Earthlings, with light pink skin and almost zero body hair to speak of.

“Are you feeling alright? Any fever or anything?” Jane asked.

“Not really, perhaps my throat is a bit sore, but I wanted someone to examine me just to be safe. I understand there was a used drinking tool inserted into my trachea?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, it’s all I had at the time.”

“Don’t misunderstand Doctor, you are not to blame. You saved my life, something an entire room of officers failed to accomplish. To the Scrib, to perpetuate life is of the highest priority, so I hold you only in the highest regard.”

“Oh,” Jane said, a little surprised, “well thank you Mirn. I was really just doing my job, you know.”

“That is irrelevant, Doctor. On Scribbin, medical professionals are something akin to religious officials. To the Scrib on board the Noah, and this is especially true of myself, it is a matter of course that the Medical Staff are to be shown the highest order of respect and admiration.”

“That’s actually a nice change of pace, Mirn. On Earth, doctors are usually the ones overworked and underpaid.”

Mirn looked aghast.

“Why would such a thing be? Are you not keeping your people healthy?”

“No, it’s just… humans have a tendency to be suspicious of things they don’t really understand, especially other humans who are probably smarter than them. Some bad things happened in our past, so it’s understandable people are still skeptic.” Jane patted him on the shoulder. “We’re getting better though. Science has come a long way back home, so people are relaxing a little bit more these days.”

“That is… most welcome to hear,” Mirn said.

“Okay, open wide and say ‘ahh’ for me.”

Mirn opened his mouth and tilted his head back, making the sound. The inside of his mouth was reddish, same as a human’s.

“Hmm. Your throat looks a little inflamed. Probably a small infection. I’m gonna prescribe you a broad range antibiotic to be on the safe side, okay?”

“Thank you, Doctor Shaw.”

Jane tapped a few keys in her data pad. She went to the medicine locker up and entered her code, pulling the pills. She handed them to Mirn.

“You know the drill right? Follow the directions on the bottle, and you have to take all of them, even if you’re feeling fine towards the end.”

“Of course, Doctor. Thank you.”

Mirn stood up and headed for the door, but stopped when he was halfway out into the hall.

“Doctor Shaw, if I might ask you something?”

“Something else bothering you?” Jane asked.

“No, no, nothing like that. I wanted to ask something of the Medical Staff, if I may?” Mirn said, bowing again.

“Sure, but what is it?”

“Well, we Scrib have a perpetual reservation time for the GRID simulator. It allows us to recreate a ceremonial space from our home planet, something I believe humans would call a… church service? We give thanks to the Spirit Lord, the bringer of life and medicine, and we would be most honored if the other doctors and yourself could attend it with us. There would be food and drink there, a way for us to repay you for what you have done for us.”

“Well that’s sounds very interesting Mirn, I’ll bring it up to Doctor Huhuma later and I’ll send you a message on your comm-link.”

“Thank you, Doctor Shaw. We would be very pleased for you to attend. I’ll take my leave now, let you return to work.”

Mirn bowed again and stepped out into the hall, letting the door hiss shut behind him.

A race of intelligent people who worship doctors, Jane thought. How about that?

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Huhuma had agreed, fairly easily, saying it’d be fun seeing another culture on the ship. The nurses had declined, however, saying they were either too busy or didn’t have much interest, which Mirn had said was perfectly alright. The Scrib had no desire to distract the Med Bay staff if they were otherwise occupied. Jane had said she’d go as well, jokingly saying that if for nothing else that she’d feel awkward if she didn’t at that point. When asked what was the dress code for such an occasion, Mirn had said that their medical uniforms were more than enough. Jane had still done up her make-up at least a bit, and ran a brush through her dark hair before giving up and putting it back up in a bun.

Jane stood outside the simulator, clicking on and off a data pad with Scrib customs loaded on it, when Doctor Huhuma stepped off the lift. As usual, she was in her green medical uniform with her lab coat over it, her hair down around her face in a shaggy pixie cut look. Still no shoes. Jane had asked her before, and the doctor had looked at her confused. ‘Why would I wear those things? How would I walk that way?’ she’d replied, laughing that deep hearty laugh. The only thing that was different was her uniform was open, showing a simple woven shirt underneath, showing off a more casual look, Jane guessed.

She must’ve been staring because Huhuma laughed.

“Something the matter, Jane?”

“Nope, no, not at all,” she stammered.

Smooth.

Jane composed herself, or tried to anyway, and they knocked on the door. It opened to show Mirn, smiling, wearing what looked like a sort of toga clasped at his shoulder and tied at the waist with a belt. He was also not wearing shoes.

“Doctors, you honor us with your presence! Please come in, join us, sit anywhere you please,” he said. He pushed them into the room, which had been simulated to look like a Scribbin temple chamber. A wall of stained glass, glowing with dim golden light, behind a tall statue of a humanoid man with a staff wearing a flowing robe, holding a basket full of herbs and other plants. The statue was circled with low tables covered in platters of food and goblets, surrounded by cushions and rugs taken up by the other 3 Scrib. They stood up and bowed to the doctors as well.

“Doctors, this is Lark, she’s in the communications division with myself, and these are Karu and Meli, they work on the engineering deck with the other Human, Thomas.”

“It’s lovely to meet you all,” Huhuma said, bowing her head slightly.

“Yeah, hi everyone,” Jane said, a little sheepishly.

“Now that you are here, we can begin. Sit, sit,” said Mirn, motioning them to the bigger of the cushions. Jane looked to Huhuma, then sat down. Huhuma sat to her left, striped tail swishing.

“Is there anything we need to do, or…?” Jane let the question hang.

“No, no, all you need to do is eat and drink your fill once the food is blessed. The two of you saved my life, therefore you are my guests here,” Mirn said, sitting across from them.

Jane watched as the 4 Scrib held hands and closed their eyes. Mirn began to chant softly, which was taken up by the others a beat later. When she didn’t understand what they were saying, Jane’s translator beeped quietly in her ear, alerting her to an error. The damn things weren’t great at picking up singing. Thankfully the Scrib all had lovely voices, so Jane didn’t mind. Kind of like turning the radio on in a foreign country. You get to hear something nice, even if you have no idea what they’re saying.

Jane looked around at Huhuma, who seemed entranced, smiling and humming along to the chant the Scrib were carrying. She swayed gently, tail swishing, and Jane found she couldn’t take her eyes off her. Huhuma once again caught her, and she smiled all the way up to her eyes. The Scrib reached their hands out to include them in the circle. Jane took the hand to her right, and jumped a little when Huhuma took her left in hers. Jane felt a heat deep in her cheeks and knew a blush was coming, but this time she didn’t care. The moment seemed to last, magically, as if in all the universe this one single passing blip of time belonged solely to her.

Oh crap… I’ve got a crush, Jane thought.

When the chant was finished and the Scrib let their hands drop, Jane held onto Huhuma’s hand for just a beat longer before letting go.

“That was lovely, Mirn,” Huhuma said.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“I have to say though, what did it mean?” Huhuma continued. “I’m afraid my translator wasn’t able to distinguish any of it.”

“Oh, it was simply a prayer song, praising the Spirit Lord for the bounty of knowledge he’s bestowed on us, as well as for a world of healthy people and the resources to help our fellow lifeforms.”

“What a nice sentiment,” Huhuma said.

“I heard that Scribbin was a haven for medical technology,” Jane spoke up. “Your planet has some of the best teaching hospitals in the GAIL. I’d love to visit one day, attend a lecture or two.”

“All are welcome,” Lark informed them. “Spreading the medical information we have discovered is a tenet of our people.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Jane said hesitantly, “if your people are so inclined to medicine, why aren’t you all doctors yourselves?”

“Some just do not have the temperament for it, nor the inclination,” Mirn said.

“Nor sometimes the stomach,” Lark laughed. “You should have seen Mirn during his first aid training on Scribbin. He was trembling like a newborn at the sight of blood.”

“I was merely too… inexperienced,” Mirn said, with some side eye that made Jane chuckle. “Now before any more of someone’s soon to be former friends bring up the past, we should enjoy the feast.”

Lark laughed as the Scrib stood and began bringing over plates and platters of food. Cups and goblets were handed out, large pitchers of something that smelled sweet yet oddly medicinal were set out, and they began to eat.

Jane grabbed a little of everything, wanting to explore more alien cuisine. Huhuma piled on what appears to be several different vegetables and fruits. She poured some the medicinal drink into a glass and held it out to Jane.

“Thank you,” Jane said.

“Of course, dear.”

Jane felt something swish against her back and saw it was the Doctor’s tail, a totally involuntary action she was sure. Jane hid her face in the cup anyway, swigging down the drink. It tasted sweet, with an odd tannin on the end, still with that medicine taste, but it was also very refreshing.

“What is this drink? It’s good,” Jane said.

“It’s a medicinal wine we brought from our home planet. We only drink during ceremonies like this once a month, so we found a way to enjoy it more,” Lark said, smiling as she took a sip.

“Can I have some more?” Jane asked.

“Of course,” Mirn said, sliding over the pitcher. Huhuma steadied the cup in Jane’s hand and refilled hers before pouring herself another glass. Her fur tickled Jane’s wrist.

“It’s alcoholic?” Huhuma asked.

“A very small percentage, we assure you.”

Whatever the drink was, it was good, in Jane’s opinion. The whole spread was delicious. While she was reaching for something, Huhuma took it upon herself to split a fruit on her plate and place the second half in front of Jane. Jane thanked her, particularly conscious of the way her tail kept swishing against her back behind them. She tried to make small talk with the Scrib, asking various questions about their beliefs and their planet, perhaps she could get a tour of one of their hospitals one day?

All the while, blindingly aware of the delightful presence to her left.

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When Jane opened her eyes the next morning, it wasn’t her ceiling she was looking at.

Oh no, nononononono no, this isn’t happening, Jane thought sluggishly. Her head was pounding, her mouth was dry, and her clothes

-thank you space Jesus-

were still on, if wrinkled. And then she realized she did recognize the ceiling, and the room for that matter. She was in the Med Bay, in the head office, wrapped up in Doctor Huhuma’s hammock. Jane groaned.

“Well good morning to you too.”

Damn you space Jesus, don’t do this to me when I’m this hungover.

Jane looked up and saw the good doctor sitting in her office chair, a hot cup of something in one hand and a data pad in the other. She was smiling, and looking as pristine as ever.

“I’m… my god I’m so sorry Huhuma,” Jane stammered.

“For what? Hogging my hammock all night? I slept in my spare, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Jane couldn’t remember a thing after dinner with the Scrib last night. She rubbed her eyes and tried unsuccessfully to get her feet under her in a way that didn’t relay how out of it she was.

“So when I ask what happened… I didn’t… we weren’t… what happened?”

“Well,” Huhuma said, smiling so wide, “dinner was great. Mirn and Lark and the rest loved us. We had some lovely conversations about med tech and I believe we have a standing invitation to attend another ceremony with them if we wanted.”

“So how did…?” Jane gestured to herself.

“That happened afterwards. You held yourself together very well during the dinner, and afterwards you said you wanted to go have a ‘girls night’ with me. I think that medicinal wine of theirs was a little stronger than they thought. We got drinks in the mess hall, which got a little…” she gestured to Jane. “I didn’t feel like carrying you all the way to your quarters, and I didn’t think you’d mind. And I got to see your reaction, so it was undeniably worth it. You humans are just so cute. Indoprime eat fermented fruits pretty young, so our tolerances to alcohol are high, but you humans… just so cute.”

Jane closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t done anything too overtly stupid. Thank god Huhuma was there to take care of her.

“Well, I’m glad we amuse you,” Jane said, finally getting her legs freed and on the ground. “And… thank you, for taking care of me. I don’t drink a lot, so… yeah. I’m going to go to my quarters and get changed.”

Jane headed for the door.

“Well, I mean, you did give me a kiss though,” Huhuma said. “Remember that?”

Jane froze at the door. She stood stock still, like her body had been frozen in place, except everything felt hot, her face especially. Slowly, slowly, she turned around, and her embarrassment slipped to confusion. Huhuma was standing there with a piece of chocolate in her hand.

“Yeah, you said you wanted to give me kisses, but the Vending Machines you humans installed only made you one at a time, so you got impatient with it and just gave me the first one.”

Huhuma walked over and slipped the piece of chocolate into Jane’s hand.

“I can’t really eat the stuff, so I guess I have to give you a kiss back.” Huhuma was smiling. She was so close to Jane’s face, and she smelled so good… and the she was turning back around and walking back to her desk, tail swishing back and forth.

Jane was speechless. Brain not functioning. Retreat to safe location. She said nothing and just stumbled out the door and practically sprinted to her quarters.

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“Oh my god, you useless lesbian,” Liz Collins said.

“I don’t have genitalia, does it still count as a ‘girl talk’ if I am present?” Coco asked.

“Why did I bother asking you two for your help?” Jane sighed, face in her hands.

She didn’t know what else to do. She’d sat in her quarters for an hour before sending a communication to the science department asking for a ‘consult’. Liz had shown up 5 minutes later with several bottles of water and enough chocolate to feed an army, but Jane was told that was just Coco’s breakfast. She’d stared at the small confectionery pieces for a while as the two let themselves get comfortable in her room, thinking of a kiss…

“So she just…” Liz asked, hanging the question in the air.

“Yup”.

“After all that…”

“Yup.”

“And you didn’t try to…”

“Nope.”

“You should’ve gone for it.”

“Gone for what?” Jane asked impatiently.

“I don’t know, something!” Liz said. “I’ve never exactly been in your shoes before, or anyone else’s really, but this is basic chemistry right? You have it with the cute doctor monkey lady, right?”

“If I knew if I had chemistry with someone, do you think I’d be asking the person who brought their best friend the tree here for tips?”

Coco sat quietly eating chocolate.

“I have no idea what I’m supposed to do here,” Jane groaned. “Being a human is awful, Coco, we got all this weird biology and chemicals in our brains, you’re much better off as a plant.”

“I can see that,” Coco said. “If you are worried about being mates with the Indoprime doctor, is it not… appropriate to see what they want first?”

“Honestly? Probably. It’s been a while since I dated, and that ended poorly, to say the least. But I don’t have any clue how to… approach this. Besides, this is just a crush, on my boss, who I don’t even know how exactly they feel in the first place.”

“I mean, you spent the morning getting wound up like a spring, I’d say it’s pretty clear, right?” Liz said. Jane chugged another bottle of water.

“Yeah you’d think right? If this was a human, or even just a guy, this would be easier. But she’s so… put together, and mature, and pretty, and…”

“Noah to Jane, reel it back girl, you’re lost out in Huhuma space, hon,” Liz said. “You could check her medical records for a start, check if she has a spouse or something back home, see if anyone is playing goalie,” Liz said, tossing back some chocolate.

“You sound like a guy,” said Jane.

“Still, though.”

“I still do not see why the two just do not mate and spread their pollen-” Coco started.

“Okay, you sweet summer child, that’s not how non-botanical lifeforms do that,” Liz cut her off. Jane was about to burst a blood vessel from embarrassment.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in?” Jane said, confused.

Marrin was in the room before the door was even all the way open.

“What happened? Are you okay? Did she do anything weird to you?” Marrin asked rapidly.

“Woah, woah, what’s up?” Jane asked startled.

“I heard about last night from cousin Huhuma, I came as quickly as I could. You’re okay, right?”

“Yes, yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Liz and Coco sat on the bed watching events unfold. Coco handed her counterpart a piece of chocolate.

“Okay, I wasn’t going to tell you this, but back on Indos, she had a… reputation.” Marrin looked at Jane, and the doctor’s heart sank.

“Whenever anyone was even remotely interested in her, she’d basically ruin their lives for a few weeks.”

Huh?

“Wait, you knew I was into her?” Jane asked incredulously.

“You’re not subtle,” Marrin explained.

Damn it.

“What do you mean ‘ruin their lives’, what the hell does she do?” Jane asked.

“Just… violently and publicly rejects them. She makes sure everyone knows it. There was one time when we were younger and this one male wouldn’t take no for an answer, kept coming around and bothering her… they found him the next day tied to a post by our tribe Elder’s home, shaved from head to tail. I love my cousin, dearly, but she is a devil woman.”

“Well… fuck, that’s pretty funny actually,” Jane admitted. “But she hasn’t done anything like that to me, she took care of me while I was… a little sick, last night, and she’s only ever been nice to me.”

“Yeah, nice,” Liz said snorting. “Wrapped you around her fingers, but sure, nice.”

“Oh fuck you,” Jane said, and Liz burst out into laughter, followed by Marrin. Coco didn’t get it, but she made similar sounds, or tried to with her lack of lungs.

Great. Totally confused by my feelings for the pretty space doctor lady, and the only help I’m gonna get is from the tree hugging virgin and possibly the lady-in-question’s cousin. Juuust great.

Well at least there wasn’t a goalie. Jane felt a rush a relief knowing she wasn’t going to, should she make the attempt, home wreck anyone.

“Hey Marrin, what’s the general view on same gender relationships on Indos?” Liz asked.

“It isn’t of any consequence,” Marrin informed. “To go through life with another is a blessing, unrestricted.”

“Well at least you don’t have to worry about that, right Jane?”

“I’ve heard you humans have weird hang ups,” Marrin said.

“The humans are odd in general,” Coco stated. “I believe we are all late for our duties.”

“Coco is right, we gotta get to the lab,” Liz said, heading for the door. “Good luck hon!”

Marrin left as well, saying she’d… stay out of her way, in so many words.

Jane groaned and fell back flat on her bed.

Why was being human so hard?

[readychilledwine]

Monster Fucking

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

First things first, we do not yuck someone else's yum on this blog. If you are not interested in this, please scroll or check out "A Hint of Corruption" if you are in need of some Tamlin smut.

Monster fucking, or Teratophilia, is the sexual attraction to monsters, aliens, ect. In a lot of cases, the monsters are sentient beings, but not always. Monster fucking is a little controversial in the kink community with some arguing that it is a paraphilia instead of a kink and vice versa.

It has become popular in the past few years for a few reasons, but the biggest is linked to escapism and fantasy role play. Our dearest Tumblr is actually attributed to the increased interest in monster erotica as well. Most monster fucking fics tend to center around a female main with a male presenting monster, or non gender confirming monsters using tentacles. Monsters sometimes are human looking (looking at the fae with a side eye,) or there's some people who are straight up into dragons.

Teratophilia has actually become so popular in kink/taboo sex culture that it isn't uncommon to find websites selling sex toys based on monsters, the most popular being Bad Dragon. You can also find authors and artists who only write monster fucking fics such as Charlotte Swan.

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And, as always, NSFW below the cut

Tamlin x Rhysand's sister Reader

Warnings - wing play, p in v, beast form Tamlin, oral (female receiving), borders on definement/corruption kink territory

A/N - we all know I enjoy the Tamlin x Rhysand's sister or Rhysand x Tamlin's Sister thing. So I wanted to give you all both for this.

You flinched as your back hit the ground, a massive paw almost crushing your chest as claws spanned both sides of your neck.

“Tam,” you hated how afraid you sounded. Years ago, there was an ounce of fear in your body for him. “Tamlin, please. I was just sent to check in.”

Green eyes met yours as he growled. He hardly seemed fae anymore.

A beast more than a make, Rhys had warned you.

You should have listened to your brother better.

“Tamlin,” you whispered again. Your hands went to his muzzle. “Tam, please. It's me.”

His growl was almost a mix of a purr. You watched as he shuttered, shifting before you, but still held you down in his fae form.

“Sending you is low,” Tamlin growled, hand tightening around your neck. “Even for your piece of shit brother.”

You knew better than to argue with him regarding his feelings on Rhysand. Just like you knew better than to argue with Rhys about Tamlin.

You stared up at him, eyes watering in fear as his grip didn't soften. You had known the day the bond snapped between you and Tamlin that he would be the death of you, and if it was at his hands you died, that was a peace you could live with.

Your hand moved from his to up his arm, down his chest, then rested on top of his heart. Feeling it beating there, no longer a mess of stone and curses. It matched your own. Echoing through your head day and night. “If I am to die at your hands right now, just know I still love you.”

Tamlin buried his head into your neck, wrapping you in his scent like a comforting blanket. “Question, my dearest Y/n.” You ran your hands to his shoulders, holding him tight against you. You nodded for him to ask. “Why is it that whenever I tackle you in my beast form, you become aroused?”

You froze instantly looking at the sky to think of a good lie. You couldn't find one. Choosing to instead look Tamlin in the eyes and utter a sentence you had only ever admitted to yourself. “I've just always wondered what it would be like to, you know..”

Tamlin smirked at you. “I am afraid I don't know, moon flower. Care to explain?” Flush began to cover your sunkissed cheeks as you looked away from him. “Y/n, do you want me to fuck you as my beast?”

Hearing the question out loud had heat pooling between your legs, a coil tightening already as you laid below him.

It was taboo.

It was dirty.

It was something you'd never even be able to speak of to anyone.

But, Mother, the idea of Tamlin locking you in place with his claws as he fucked you from behind had you melting. “Yes,” it was a breathless confession. He growled above you, quickly forcing you to kiss him.

There were no emotions on the kiss from his end besides raw need. It was a mess of teeth and spit mixing all together.

Tamlin didn't waste a second. He shifted his hands to claws, the sharp rip of fabric echoing through the air as the torn shreds of your dress were thrown aside.

He began to kiss down your body, an occasion poke of what you assumed was a fang scraping the tender flesh of your breasts and stomach.

It was then that the male was gone, replaced by fur and horns and lowering his now massive body to the ground as a cold wet nose ran along your core.

“Mother fuck!” Your back arched as the cold against your heat had you in a pleasurable state of shock.

Tamlin began lapping at your core, a large paw coming across your hips to hold you down as you began wiggling away from the intensity of it. You wanted this, he projected into your mind. Stay still or I'll stop.

You whined begging him to continue by settling down. One of your hands went to his ear, scratching softly at it and tugging the fur there every so often. You gasped pulling hard as he pushed his tongue into you, stretching your walls. His nose nuzzled your clit at the same time leaving to breathless. He slowly began fucking you like that, tasting you completely. You couldn't think of anything but Tamlin. Of the years wasted pretending to hate each other. Of years you two were forced to ignore each other for Rhysand's comfort.

He'd kill you if he ever found out you had literally sullied yourself with a beast.

Regardless of that beast being your mate in a shifted.

Your hand began to lazily scratch his ear again as he brought you wave after Wave of pleasure, mind going numb to anything but that as you focused. He began to purr, tongue vibrating inside of you from the noise. You cried out, back arching again. He chuckled into your mind, increasing his speed, pushing further in with that inhuman tongue. “Tam,” you panted out. “Gods, please don't stop. Please. So fucking close.” You were walking that edge, the coiling so tight inside of you that you feared It wouldn't be a gentle slip from the peak, but a shove face first into the wind.

You felt your magic dropping, wings appearing on your back and splayed below you just twitching in anticipation. You don't know how, but he managed to curl his tongue, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that you would have never found it after centuries of self exploration. The scream that tore through you had the trees shaking, a storm crackling with lightning in the distance. His name was all you could remember as you sang for him, prayed to him.

You hardly had a chance to process what had happened when he forced you on your stomach and for your back to arch for him. A paw landed on the top of your back, holding you down and forcing your wings wide for him. His tongue ran the hard ridge of your left one, causing a full body shudder to go through you and your eyes to roll back. He repeated the motion on the right side, growling as he did.

You could have came from that alone.

Had the sudden brush of a cock much too large for your body interrupted ever thought of pleasure you had. Relax, he cooed to you. Be a good girl and relax.

Vines came and trapped your wrists above you, then your calves to your thighs, pulling them wider apart.

You were completely helpless to him. Spread open and bare, cunt glistening in the light. Tamlin growled, rubbing himself against you again, rutting over and over to soak in himself in your juices.

The slow realization of what you got yourself into fell into your mind and you did the best you could to obey and relax as the head lined up with your entrance. Breathe, he commanded, pushing in as you did.

It knocked all the air from your body, a pained whimper becoming all you could do to communicate. He began licking your wings again, watching as the pain and pleasure mixed through your body. He switched to licking the soft membrane, male pride swelling as you pushed back against him moaning his name and fucking yourself on to him.

Each little movement of your body had him sinking deeper and deeper. He knew there was no way in hell you would be able to take all of him, but Mother watching you subconsciously try, watching you whimper and writhe below him had all instinct falling to his beast.

He began thrusting in time with your movements, tongue still dancing on your wings in a practiced motion. Licking them like it had not been years since he'd gotten to lay with you in his other form.

He knew your body like the back of his hand still, and the fae part of him kept reminding himself of that.

This wasn't some random female from the Rite below him.

This was his mate.

Regardless of how he wanted to push further in, to fuck you like a bitch in heat, he couldn't.

The pace he had set was magic for you as your body still stretched for him. The burn had subsided enough that pleasure was shooting from ever nerve, begging for more and more.

You were going to finish to fast, but the slick constantly building and increasing had him deeper and deeper, inching you closer and closer to the Base of him.

You felt like you could no longer breathe. All the room in your body had been replaced with Tamlin and Tamlin only.

A miss timing from both of you had you screaming again, whining as pain mixed with absolute bliss all while shock hit you from his side of the bond.

You had managed to fuck yourself down to his knot, and now there was no saving you from the monster every fae had lurking in their skin.

He began slamming into you at a brutal pace, watching as you became a mess panting his name. He couldn't help but to growl, mouth forgetting about your wings and going to the pulse point of your neck.

It smelled so distinctly you. Vanilla musk and orchids mixed with sex and lust.

He felt your walls twitching around him over and over, listened as your cries became more desperate Until you were begging, pleading for release.

He was right on the edge as well, the fae side of him stroking the bond to let you know.

That Single wave of his pleasure, of his pride, of his need set you over, walls squeezing him so tightly he thought you would break. You sent him everything back, letting him feel the electricity shooting through you, and he came soon after.

It felt like wave after wave of cum was emptied into you, filling you much too full until he pulled out and some was allowed to leak from your aching core.

The vines slipped away, allowing you to fall. A soft hand replaced that paw, warm lips caressing the shell of your ear as praise after praise spilled from them. “Did so good baby, so fucking good. You looked so beautiful like that.”

Tamlin fell beside you, snapping clothes onto Both of you, a scent shield going up as a sound shield fell. “Your brother is here to collect you.”

You didn't remember anything after that. Mind falling to darkness as a wave of Tamlin's magic put you to sleep.

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i'd love to hear your interpretation of the day 8 call ("You don't give up do you?") on Saeyoung's route! that has to be my favorite call, especially the end lolol

I mean, if anything, this is a representation that goes against the idea that Saeyoung "suddenly becomes a big meanie in his route and he's not playing games with me anymore, he's such a jerk! The time we've spent with him in the apartment is awful because he isn't the silly guy on the game previews!"

I really don't care for people who talk about him that way. If you only value him because he's silly, then you don't actually value him at all as a person. That's why you drive right into the bad ending, figuratively and literally. If you don't value his emotions and allow him to come to terms with what just happened to him, then you don't like Saeyoung.

Saeyoung just realized he sold his life away for NOTHING. Rika and V promised him that Saeran would be safe, and now he's just learned it was a lie. It was all a lie. His brother isn't safe, he's suffering in horrible ways that Saeyoung can't even begin to imagine because every time he closes his eyes, he wants throw up at the thought of Saeran being forced to learn how to hack and hurt others.

He traded his autonomy away to give his brother a chance at a free life, and not even a perfectly free life, a life that could be as free as he could have been given the circumstances. Saeyoung did it because thought the sacrifice would be worth it and threw away everything for nothing. It was for nothing because his brother has no nothing but misery. 

Can you imagine what it must feel like to sacrifice everything and realize it was for nothing? Do you think anybody in his position will be silly and goofy? No. That's not even the entirety of his being. He is not just some guy who likes to play pranks on people. The RFA is his family, and he’s accepted they’ll be the only family he’ll ever have because he can’t be with Saeran. So, he looks over them and does all kinds of things to lift their spirits. 

He got Yoosung into LOLOL. 

He runs Twitter bots for Zen. 

He hangs out with Jaehee and lets her vent about work. 

He’s aware that Elizabeth’s collar has SENSITIVE INFORMATION on it, and is constantly pressing Jumin to up his security. 

Sure, he plays around and pokes fun at everybody, and yes, that’s a part of who he is. But, if you only believe he's a silly prankster, then you have spent no time reflecting on why he's wearing a mask and settling it in the first place.

Saeyoung Choi is a multifaceted person and he isn’t just a joke. He's a compassionate man who will do anything and everything to take care of the people he loves, he loves going out for drives, he loves working on robotics, he can make up a story on the spot about the stars, he loves cosplay and cross-dressing, he loves so many things and he could spend three hours explaining his love of language and linguistics to you if you ASKED.

He is serious and if he's trying to piece together a plan, he's going to have a contingency ready for his contingency. He's ready for anything you throw at him. He can hold a conversation at length about any subject you throw at him and he will enjoy it far more than you think he will. 

He's stubborn to a fault. He can be clingy and paranoid at his worst. Sometimes his anger gets the better of him and he says things without thinking. But, that's what makes him human, with all his faults, flaws, and aspirations. There is so much more to him than being a jokester and if you don't understand that, you're not paying attention to what's happening during your time in the apartment. 

All of this is to say that it's not okay that he's mean to you in the apartment, but a lot of people tend to blow what he's doing out of proportion. If you are actively calling him throughout the day and listening to what he says, it is so obvious that he is lying through his teeth. He may be the best liar in the world when it comes to his work in the agency, but when it comes to you, he is the worst liar I have ever seen in my entire life.

He cannot hide how much he cares about you. When he thinks you're not eating he goes out of his way to make sure he orders every kind of sandwich imaginable just in case you have a picky palette. When you leave the apartment to get something for him, he gets upset with you, not because he's angry with you, but because he hates that you're not thinking of your safety when his brother could have really hurt you even if it hurts him to admit that. 

And, you know what happens in this phone call? He sees you crying and he immediately folds. It doesn't matter how frustrated he is with the fact that his life is built on a lie, he still wants to comfort you because you make him happy no matter how afraid he is to admit that.

When it comes down to it, he's just afraid of letting you into his life because the last time he had somebody close to him that he would do anything for, they suffered. He just watched what happened to his brother all because he cared about him and thought he could trust his brother with people who didn't give him a reason not to trust them. 

The only reason he tries to push you away is because he's afraid of you getting hurt like his brother. He can't stomach what happened to his brother as it is, but the thought of watching another person he loves suffering isn't something he can stand. If you work with him and give him the space he needs, then he'll apologize to you and realize that he can't live his life this way forever.

He can't deny himself happiness for the rest of his life just because he's afraid to make a leap. This call shows he can't lie about anything when it comes to you no matter how hard he tries. He could lie to the rest of the world but he could never lie to you. 

My favorite part is the way his voice trembles near the end of the phone call and he asks you if it's okay to Hold Your Hand despite everything. 

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Pearl of the Sea Chapter Twenty-Five

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Five: Freeing Calypso

Summary: It is time for the pirates to do as they promised and free Calypso.

            “We’ll need to use the Black Pearl as a flagship to lead the attack,” said Elizabeth, helped onto the ship by Will. (Y/N) and Barbossa climbed up after.

            (Y/N) was still frustrated at Jack being locked up, but they were privately determined to help him escape (and then let someone chew him out for his ridiculous plans. Maybe they should do that).

            “Oh, will we now?” said Barbossa, grinning and waving a hand to the pirates. In his other hand, he twirled the piece of silver and beads that he had cut from Jack’s hair.

            In front of them, several pulled ropes, and Tia Dalma was guided on deck. She was wrapped in ropes, unable to move freely, and the pirates were keeping their distance as much as possible.

            “Alright, Mrs. Fish, come on,” said Pintel.

            Tia Dalma’s gaze was dark, but she had her chin raised proudly.

            (Y/N) moved towards her. “Why is she tied up? You shouldn’t treat her like that—”

            Will grabbed (Y/N) and pulled them back, worried about what the goddess of the sea may do to the kid. Instead, though, Tia Dalma looked at (Y/N) with a fond glint in her gaze. Out of all the people present, (Y/N) had the most honest respect of her. She appreciated it.

            “Barbossa, you can’t release her,” said Will, keeping his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

            Barbossa rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. Pirates raised their pistols and pointed at Will, who was still a traitor. Elizabeth saw the danger and pulled (Y/N) to her while Will stood stiff and still.

            “We need to give Jack a chance,” said Elizabeth.

            “He may be trying to play three sides at once, but he deserves a chance to escape the brig of the Dutchman,” said (Y/N). “And then we can let Calypso go free, but we need to give Jack a few minutes.”

            They saw Tia Dalma as a person to respect and honor where the pirates saw a weapon. Tia Dalma knew that if (Y/N) asked to be given a few minutes, she’d acquiesce. They said “go free” not “release.” (Y/N) But no one was going to let them ask her—foolish pirates that they were—so she’d be releasing her strength as soon as she could.

            “Apologies, laddie. Too long my fate has not been in me own hands,” said Barbossa. He grabbed the necklace around Elizabeth’s neck—Sao Feng’s “piece of eight.” “No longer.” He pulled it off.

            Barbossa walked towards Ragetti, who held the bowl of seven pieces of eight. He dropped in Jack’s and Elizabeth’s. Tia Dalma stared at the bowl, feeling the magic radiating from it, the keys to her freedom.

            “Be there some manner of rite or incantation?” said Gibbs.

            “Aye,” said Barbossa. “The items brought together, done. Items to be burned—” Ragetti handed him a smoking stick and poured alcohol in the bowl. “—and someone must speak the words: ‘Calypso, I release you from your human bonds.’ ”

            “That’s it?” said Pintel.

            “’Tis said it must be spoken as if to one you love,” said Barbossa. He cleared his throat and raised the smoking staff. “Calypso! I release you from your human bonds!” He touched the smoking stick into the bowl, and the pieces of eight began to smolder.

            Tia Dalma closed her eyes expectantly. A beat passed. Nothing happened. Everyone looked at one another in confusion, and Tia Dalma opened her eyes to give Barbossa a threatening glare.

            “Is that it?” said Pintel.

            “He didn’t say it correctly,” said (Y/N). All eyes went to them, but (Y/N) kept their gaze on Tia Dalma.

            Her eyes had gone stormy as the pieces of eight smoldered before her, and (Y/N) could see the sea itself, feel its power in the air, and understand it was locked just beneath the surface of Tia Dalma’s human form.

            (Y/N) pushed Elizabeth’s arm off them and stepped forward. “He didn’t say it right,” said (Y/N) again.

            Tia Dalma smiled, and the magic in the air shifted. (Y/N) felt the itch under their skin grow, and as they moved closer, Tia Dalma’s eyes seemed to brighten. She stood straighter, and the stormy sea of her eyes tracked (Y/N)’s movements.

            “Calypso,” said (Y/N), feeling the sea air around them and the rise and fall of the waves. The single word held more care and respect than any other utterance of the name before now. This was (Y/N) speaking it, the nereid, the child who loved the sea more than anything else. This was a Child of the Sea looking at the woman who encapsulated it. “I release you from your human bonds.”

            Calypso’s eyes closed as the magic washed over her. The pieces of eight flamed to life, and everyone jumped back. The bowl floated in the air, and the fire burned within it, bright with magic. The pieces of eight turned to charred bits of dust, and the smoke spiraled up with a pale purple glow. Calypso breathed it in until there was none left.

            When she breathed out, and the ropes fell from her body, unable to resist the power of the being standing within them. Calypso opened her eyes and looked at everyone. Her gaze ended on (Y/N).

            “Child of the Sea,” said Calypso, raising a hand to touch (Y/N)’s cheek. “Thank you, my child.” She spoke quietly, the words carrying to (Y/N) like the tide.

            (Y/N) felt the itch under their skin surge to the surface under Calypso’s touch, and they gasped at the feeling.

            “Calypso,” said Will, nervous at how close the goddess was to (Y/N). “When the Brethren Court imprisoned you, who was it that told them how? Who was it that betrayed you?”

            Calypso’s gaze sharpened as it went to Will. “Name him.”

            “Davy Jones,” said Will.

            Pain crossed Calypso’s gaze, and the hand on (Y/N)’s cheek trembled. The betrayal of the one who held her heart cut deeply. She had not known the extent of her loss.

            “I’m sorry,” said (Y/N) quietly.

            Calypso looked at (Y/N), and a smile appeared on her face through the heartbreak. “I shall make him sorry for his betrayal.”

            (Y/N) swallowed at the dark tone. They knew Calypso was a goddess and would do as she pleased, but… “Jack, my…friend, he’s on the Dutchman. Will you-Will you spare him?”

            Calypso gaze softened once more. “I am the sea. I face all with equal power.” She smiled. “But you, too, deserve your freedom. Take it and protect those who have earned your ferocity.” She kissed (Y/N)’s forehead. “Dear nereid, I release you from these human bonds.”

            The itch beneath (Y/N)’s skin turned to a burn. It spread through them, and they gasped before letting out a cry. Calypso smoothed a hand over their cheek, (Y/N)’s eyes rolled into their head, and they collapsed into unconsciousness.

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Many years ago…

            “What’s this?”

            A young (Y/N) was floating in the waves—or were they the waves? Both felt true—and heard voices around them.

            “It’s the Caribbean.”

            (Y/N) tried to move, but their consciousness felt too dispersed. It was easier to just feel the minds around them—separate from their own but very similar.

            “I thought the Caribbean already had—”

            “They died when the islands were conquered and the seas were no longer respected.”

            “Ah.”

            “Con…quered?” (Y/N) spoke, somehow. The word bubbled up from them and coasted with the current to the minds around them. The word felt dirty, and they were glad it was gone.

            “They’re awakening.”

            “I wonder why.”

            (Y/N) was confused. Out of the seven fragments they’d heard, all the voices felt mixed together. It could be any number of beings around them. But they didn’t feel afraid. They felt at home.

            “Awaken…?” Again, (Y/N) felt the word float into the water.

            “A new nereid of the Caribbean,” mused one of the voices.

            “But why? Calypso isn’t here, how are the waves coming alive?”

            Calypso. The name felt important, powerful. (Y/N) knew Calypso meant something to who they were—what they were.

            “The Caribbean must want to be free.”

            “There must be quite the fighting spirit to create its own nereid.”

            Nereid. That’s what I am. They knew it the moment the word came out.

            “We should protect the Caribbean.”

            “I agree. If enough magic has collected to bring it to life again, they need to be sheltered.”

            “But how do we protect the Caribbean?”

            “I’m…(Y/N).”

            There was a pause in the conversation, but (Y/N) felt bubbles float up around them like laughs.

            “If that is the name you choose, then so be it.”

            “Then, (Y/N) must be sheltered.”

            “How?”

            “Bind them.”

            “To humanity?”

            “What a terrible fate.”

            “You cannot be serious.”

            “If they are separated from the Caribbean as much as possible, then its subjugation will not lead to another nereid’s death.”

            “It feels cruel to remove them from it.”

            “There are ways to return. As they grow stronger, so will the pull to the sea. They will find who they are.”

            “And until then they are left empty of the magic they were born from?”

            “Until then, they will be able to fight against being conquered in a way we cannot. And, then, one day, they will be able to fight for all the seas alongside it. They will be able to fight for freedom.”

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            (Y/N)’s eyes opened, and they sat up with a gasp. Their skin was on fire. Around them, the sea was still calm, and the wind was only a light breeze. As soon as they looked around, though, the wind picked up.

            “(Y/N),” said Elizabeth in relief, helping them stand.

            “You’re alright,” said Will in relief, watching from where he was restrained.

            (Y/N) stood properly and raised their head. The sun filtering through the growing cloud-cover hit them, and the adults stared. The pirates gasped, whispered, and stumbled back. The more trusted adults of (Y/N)’s life stared with wide eyes at them.

            Their skin had parted and now reflected a pearlescent shine. Across their cheeks, collarbone, and arms, scales peaked out from the skin. (Y/N) stared at the scales and ran a hand over them. The itch that had been present all their life—all their human life—was gone. The pearly, silvered scales had finally burst free, and with them (Y/N) had.

            “(Y/N)…are you…alright?” said Will, now debating whether they were.

            A smile spread across (Y/N)’s face. “I feel amazing.”

            “A mermaid!”

            “A siren!”

            “Monster!”

            “Witch!”

            Several pirates grabbed for their weapons, afraid of the being who stood before them. After watching Calypso turn into crabs and pinch at them all before abandoning them in the sea, they didn’t want to take any more chances with magical beings.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes and ignored them. If they tried anything, (Y/N) could and would handle them. They instead faced their family.

            “Where is Calypso?” said (Y/N).

            “She became crabs and abandoned us,” said Will bitterly.

            “Our only hope failed us,” said Barbossa.

            “There is no such thing as a single hope,” said (Y/N). They looked at Elizabeth. “King. How would you have us act?”

            Elizabeth raised her chin. “I would have us fight, Calypso or not.”

            “At least someone here has spirit,” said (Y/N). “It’s what the Caribbean and all seas need.” They looked at all the pirates. “So, the question is, what are all of you going to have? Are you going to have cowardice in your hearts and let your deaths be steeped in shame?” The pirates’ gazes lowered. (Y/N) stepped onto the rail of the Black Pearl and held onto a rope. “Or are you going to make sure that when they write of our battle they know it was one of brave, free people fighting against tyranny?”

            Elizabeth grinned and stepped up next to (Y/N). “The Brethren will be looking to us, the Black Pearl, to lead. They will see free men and freedom! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons. They will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do. By the sweat of our brows and the strength of our backs and the courage of our hearts.” She looked at (Y/N).

            They gazed out at the gathered group. The wind whipped around them, and storm clouds rolled in. The waves rolled around them and splashed up behind them. “Gentlemen,” said (Y/N). “Hoist the colors.”

            Elizabeth nodded firmly. “Hoist the colors.”

            “Hoist the colors!” said Will.

            “Hoist the colors!” said Pintel.

            “Aye,” said Gibbs. “The wind’s on our side, boys! That’s all we need.”

            Everyone cheered and raised their weapons.

            “Hoist the colors!” shouted Elizabeth to the other pirate ships, and the shout went up through the Brethren Court fleet.

            The flags went up, and the sails came down. Roars and whoops and cheers were going through the pirate army, ready to face the British at any cost.

            Barbossa, Will, Elizabeth, and (Y/N) stood at the helm of the Black Pearl. Together, they looked out over the sea towards the East India Trading Company.

            Above them, a storm began to collect, the one that had started since (Y/N) awoke. Around them, the ships began to list as the waves grew. Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed. The wind picked up. (Y/N) tasted the salt on the air and grinned, the wildness caged within them finally in the world around them. The rain began to fall, and (Y/N) closed their eyes to let it fall across their scales, joyful at the water.

            “Calypso’s not gone,” said (Y/N).

            Elizabeth, Barbossa, and Will looked at them. (Y/N) turned away and stood on the rail of the Pearl. They faced the group and grinned.

            “And we have everything we need,” they said.

            “(Y/N)?” said Elizabeth.

            (Y/N) tipped backwards and fell into the water below in a streak of silver scales.

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You Are His

Sebastian Michaelis X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 796

Requested: @missingushanka Anon

Request: Can you do a Sebastian with a quiet S/O? Like they come off as cold to others, and even immune to Sebastian's charms perhaps? Thank you♡ AND Can you do Sebastian with a fem demon s/o who’s cold towards everyone but him.

Warning: Persistent men

You had been with Sebastian for a long while now, there were a lot of demons that didn’t really understand it, you weren’t very social and you never seemed to return his affection or flirting, some of the other female demons had even tried to convince him that they would be a better fit but he never gave them the time of day.

When he made his deal with Ciel he offered you the chance to come with him and you of course accepted and humans had the same view of the relationship as other demons did but again Sebastian paid no mind to them. Instead he spent most of his days with Ciel and his nights with you.

“(Y/N) my dear.” He called as he walked over to where you had started dinner for the young master. “Yes Sebastian?” You asked. “How much longer until dinner is ready? The guest will be here in no time.” Sebastian said as he walked over so that he was standing behind you. “No long.” You answered. “And is there anything that can be done to help?” He asked. “Nothing unless you plan on setting the table or cutting the vegetables.” You said and he chuckled. “Is there anything that I can do to help you relax?” He asked a smirk on his face as he waited for what he knew would be the answer and you hit his hands away from your waist and pushed him away. “I’m sure the young master needs you for something.” You said shooing him away, you could just about hear him make a noise of amusement before he disappeared. “Here’s the herbs from the garden miss (Y/N)!” Finny called as he walked back into the kitchen and you took them from him with a quiet thank you.

Over the next couple of weeks there was talk about going to some kind of ball that required everyone to attend with a partner that included servants. You hated that title but had learned to live with it during your time with the humans. Of course Ciel had asked Elizabeth to go with him and Sebastian had requested that you were able to come as his partner which was why you stood to the side of the ballroom, waiting until Ciel or Elizabeth needed you. You weren’t as blended in as you thought and honestly you were still a beautiful demon, you attracted the attention of most men “Now what is a woman like you doing standing over here will all the servants surely you don’t belong here.” The man put his hand out as if asking you to dance, all of the female servants around you seemed to gasp but you just looked down at his hand before waving him away. “I came here with someone.” You answered. “Everyone did.” He reminded you “you don’t have to stay with them.” “No.” You answered forgoing the politeness. “Give me-” “I’m sure you heard the lady, she said no thank you.” Sebastian said, appearing behind you “if you’ll excuse us.” Sebastian led you away from the man, his grip on you was strong and possessive. “No need to worry Sebastian, I had everything under control.” You said and he nodded. “I know but these humans can be persistent.” He answered. “And you were slightly jealous?” You added on as a question but you knew that he was jealous. “You attract a lot of attention given your immeasurable beauty-” “Sebastian… You can try and talk your way out of it but I know that you are jealous, I can feel it in the way that you are holding me.” You informed him “your charms don’t work on me.” “They don’t?” He asked as he pulled you out of the view of those in the ballroom, crowding you against the wall where he was sure that you were alone. “They really don’t.” You answered, tapping his face before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You don’t seem to be walking away.” He teased me. “Sebastian my love we really don’t have time for this we should be watching the children.” You reminded him. “He’s perfectly safe.” Sebastian dismissed you but you rolled your eyes and pushed back on his chest. “We have a job to do and you have a contract to fill.” You muttered as you walked back towards the door. “Finish your work Sebastian, we'll talk more later.” “Talk?” Sebastian asked, you rolled your eyes as you walked into the ballroom, he followed after and while he was across the room he kept an eye on you, you never liked to make a fuss, so he’d make sure to make one for you, keep you safe you were his afterall.

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[bethanydelleman]

Northanger Abbey Readthrough Ch 31

Whew, I have reached the end. That was a lot of work. We'll see if I do another one of these...

but as nothing, after all, could be more natural than Catherine’s being beloved

Awwwww...

Also, the Morlands 🤝Jane Bennet, believing that their beloved person will obviously be beloved by others:

Miss Bennet’s astonishment was soon lessened by the strong sisterly partiality which made any admiration of Elizabeth appear perfectly natural -Pride & Prejudice, Ch 40 (This is when Elizabeth tells Jane about Darcy's first proposal)

having never heard evil of him, it was not their way to suppose any evil could be told.

This becomes a really big deal in Sense & Sensibility, Pride & Prejudice, and Persuasion, Elinor is constantly asking for more information about Willoughby, Meryton's not knowing about Wickham's character causes havoc, and Mr. Elliot is another case of hidden information revealing his character. Fortunately for Catherine, Henry is perfect.

Now, Henry may have been cut off from his father, but he's by no means poor, Of a very considerable fortune, his son was, by marriage settlements, eventually secure; his present income was an income of independence and comfort, and under every pecuniary view, it was a match beyond the claims of their daughter. It sounds like Woodston is a very good living, probably similar to Edmund's £800/year, so Henry is fully independent without any help from his father. It sounds like he will also inherit a portion of his mother's dowry when his father dies. Catherine bagged a catch! (without knowing it)

Henry returned to what was now his only home, to watch over his young plantations, and extend his improvements for her sake, to whose share in them he looked anxiously forward; and Catherine remained at Fullerton to cry. Whether the torments of absence were softened by a clandestine correspondence, let us not inquire. Mr. and Mrs. Morland never did—they had been too kind to exact any promise; and whenever Catherine received a letter, as, at that time, happened pretty often, they always looked another way.

Oh it's so cute. I can't even. But also, I WANT TO READ THOSE LETTERS!!!! Cruel Authoress, Jane Austen, giving me that tease. I want to read Henry Tilney sending little Gothic stories to Catherine with subtle sexual undertones...

Anyway

Then the narrator is like, "It's obviously the end of the novel, so you know this will resolve soon." Ah yes, so we do. Excellent observation.

Eleanor marries Lord Laundry List and paves the way for Catherine to get her man. This explanation of it is just so good:

I have only to add—aware that the rules of composition forbid the introduction of a character not connected with my fable—that this was the very gentleman whose negligent servant left behind him that collection of washing-bills, resulting from a long visit at Northanger, by which my heroine was involved in one of her most alarming adventures.

To begin perfect happiness at the respective ages of twenty-six and eighteen is to do pretty well

The narrator really comes back in this last chapter and teases us with this immoral "moral" message:

and professing myself moreover convinced that the General’s unjust interference, so far from being really injurious to their felicity, was perhaps rather conducive to it, by improving their knowledge of each other, and adding strength to their attachment, I leave it to be settled, by whomsoever it may concern, whether the tendency of this work be altogether to recommend parental tyranny, or reward filial disobedience.

Lady Catherine plays this same role in Pride & Prejudice, as an aside. But yes, is the moral of this story that parental tyrants are good for love, or that being a rebellious son is rewarded? Either way, not the sort of moral a good, upstanding citizen should want.

What more can I say? I love this novel. It's so relatable, it's so human, the characters are so well drawn even though they are parodies! I want to be Catherine's best friend but I also want to steal her husband. General Tilney needs to fall down a staircase (a recently renovated one).

[poindexters-labratory]

(Here's a Hurricane: Reunion ficlet that I made as an apology for the late Easter fic that I'm making. Apologies for any spelling or grammar errors, it's 3 a.m., and I can't read very well. Bone apple teeth :3)

The warm early morning air felt cold and uninviting. Sunlight was peeking over the mountains and dipping into the valley, but Mike couldn't comprehend the embrace of its rays. Instead, he stood in the shadows of the building he had just left and stared at the pathway to the building that was still under construction. Thinking. Processing.

For thirty years, Mike had been looking all over town for him. He had assumed that he had wriggled out from under Michael's watch back in ‘93, and skipped town, perhaps died, but this was where he was. This was what he had become.

Charlie's visions had only gotten more fervent this whole week, and he kept asking, tormenting himself for an explanation why. He wished he had stayed ignorant. He wished Charlie's soul was capable of lying. He wished and hoped for another answer, but brutality was the way of the honesty he demanded.

Mike sank down to the gravel lot of Fazbear's Frights, trying his damn hardest to convince himself of his father succumbing to his illnesses in another town as a John Doe a long time ago. But the image burned into his hindsight of that nightmarish creature lurking the halls, harboring his father’s still breathing body inside itself, and that made wishful thinking difficult.

He cried. He sobbed quietly into the sleeve of his company lended jacket, practically biting the fabric to silence himself. Had he been stuck all that time? Thirty years? All that time passing, did his father even remember who Michael was? Even who he was? He didn't speak, didn't give any inclination that he was human anymore. Michael's shock fell through into a rage. His father was turned into nothing more than a half-dead mockery of the mechanics he once built.

“If you had just listened to me for once!” He yelled to nothing in particular, but he hoped that the rabbit that was still roaming around in circles, looking for the man in the office, could hear him. And comprehend speech. With a groan, he threw his face down into his hands, rubbing the feeling back into his skin.

He should've kept a closer eye on ‘Dave’. He should've stayed home when his dad needed him the most. Michael's regrets in life could reach the stars by now. All this time, he's just wanted to hug his father the way he should've been doing all his life and apologize for leaving him behind, but William’s never been in the state to respond to it, and he certainly wasn't now.

He then got up to continue yelling into the face of the wall, “I was going to take you home! Goddammit! I was going to take you home.” Mike's voice had lost its conviction as he realized the missed opportunity and the reminder of his inability to protect his family.

Dave responded with a hiss at the only time Mike attempted an apology, claiming to have never met Michael or know who his father was. He seemed to have completely forgotten that they'd spent three days together, even going so far to respond to ‘Dad’ a few times. But this rabbit only stared at Mike blankly whenever he stood in front of the plexiglass, not even twitching when spoken to. At least Dave acknowledged when he was being addressed.

Michael sighed and rubbed his face again, the exhaustion from the night he had started to creep up on him. He'll come back to work two more shifts this week to figure out what to do and try to see if the rabbit could respond to anything. And maybe come up with a name to replace ‘the rabbit’.

Mike got in his car, taking a moment to himself to remember his family. He thought about Evan’s cowboy hat that was always somewhere, Elizabeth’s tall tales, his father’s smile, Henry’s side-eye, Charlie's lisp. He wondered about his mother and wished her well. Wherever she was, at least she was safe.

The drive back to Jeremy’s apartment was silent as he drove his way through town. Fazbear’s Frights had been made, ironically enough, in the valley of the hill where his house used to be. Every time he looked up in the direction of the tallest hill, he liked to squint and imagine his childhood home still standing.

He took the opportunity to look around. The things his father probably missed or even forgotten about. Things as simple as sunlight, the sky, trees, grass, and water. He thought ‘people’ for half a second before deciding they’d cross that bridge when they got to it. If he responded well to whatever Michael planned to do, he might take him outside the building to get a taste of fresh air again.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head at the thought that crossed his mind as he drove his way back to the apartment complex. A name for this new identity his father had probably taken up.

It was a stupid, stupid name and downright insensitive. “Springtrap,” He ended up chuckling to himself. It was just stupid enough to be something his father would come up with. And if he didn't have some levity in this situation, he'd probably be sick.

[evita-shelby]

Give

the final chapter in the Eva and Tommy accidentally have the antichrist series(moon, lamb and vist)

cw: ghost possession?, catholicism, idk what else happens here

“Give him what he gave you and he will be forced to let the boy go.” It is Tommy’s voice and yet it isn’t.

He had never wanted to do this and yet here they were.

Eva listens intently on how to do the ritual where she gives up her supernatural abilities in exchange for their son. Something about how Charlie isn’t fully Satan’s because Tommy’s presence that night prevented him from being the one to make him. It was more the price to pay for her abilities than the actual antichrist.

The real antichrist couldn’t have a human father, as long as Eva nullified the contract, Satan had no choice but to fuck off.

On the anniversary of Charlie’s conception, on a moonless night, Eva would go into the woods and return an ordinary woman or at least die as one.

“Your journey will be harder without my clairvoyance.” Eva tells him as if he didn’t know the life he was seeking wouldn’t come without its trials. Speaks as if she wouldn’t die just so he doesn’t worry about the ritual going wrong.

“Nothing that matters was gained easily. I’ll still have you and Charlie and that’s all that matters.” Tommy assures her and takes Charlie to church as instructed.

If the devil refused to go back on the contract, he’d have to go through the Devil of Small Heath for the boy. They are to stay there until Eva returns from the woods or someone finds her body.

But she returns, her dark eyes no longer knowing everything about you, her looks stunning but nothing beyond an ordinary human beauty and having no capacity for magic in any way or form.

And yet she has skills and talents gained from her strange life and upbringing, more money than the Crown, and she has him by her side. Nothing ordinary about her even if she no longer has her magic.

“He is free, the price is paid.” Eva tales the sleeping boy from him and bites her lip as she tries not to grieve the legacy she has given up.

Her family would understand, if they didn’t then fuck them. Nothing else but Eva and Charlie being alive and safe mattered anyways.

Later that night he finds her reading the journal she had been too afraid of even reading for answers.

“After all we have gone through, nothing scares me anymore.” His wife answers when he asks why she was doing that now.

Tommy had tried to look at it over her shoulder, but he didn’t know a lick of Spanish nor could make sense of the diagrams and other things Eva had written high from a thing called peyote.

The witch ---the former witch as of last night--- looks at her own scribblings with confusion, then surprise and turns to him with a gasp.

“I foresaw this!” the dark-haired woman keeps her voice low, to avoid waking the toddler sleeping soundly between them, and explains what she has just read. “When I wrote this, in a fit of madness, I apparently orchestrated a con to keep the antichrist from being born. This I did with the knowledge I’d regain my abilities after a near death experience as most natural born witches do. And as an apology to future, well, present me, the rest of the journal is everything we need to know until 1924, when someone will shoot me in the middle of our first charity gala.”

She sounds mad, and yet perfectly reasonable considering all that’s happened. Though it worries him about their first gathering with high society will end in blood.

“Don’t worry, it will evade all the vital bits and go over the collarbone like this” his wife takes his fingers and shows him exactly where she’ll be shot and live to tell the story. “And nine months later, we will have our first daughter, Diane Elizabeth Shelby, who will revive the Shelby’s legacy of magic along with that of my family.”

Because of course his wife would be the only human capable of cheating the Devil.

[valewright67]

HELLO, ITS BEEN A LONG ACCIDENTAL HIATUS, BUT I RETURN TO YOU WITH A NEW MELIZABETH HEADCANON

I have just realized that my boyfriend can tell apart the Itty bitty differences between my blinks, and what they means.

"I'm processing, give me a second."

"What the fuck are you on about?"

"Keep talking, I'm listening."

"The fuck are they on about?"

"Woah, no shit?"

"Fuck, that's awful."

"I'm losing my patience, stfu."

He can TELL now. And it is honestly probably the most romantic thing I find about him right now, that he pays enough attention to know them all.

Now with that stated, I'd like to give a headcanon.

When Meliodas first joins STIGMA, he's not exactly expressive or conversational beyond the bare minimum to convey information.

But Elizabeth can read him like a book. Which means that she'll translate for him in conversations, glancing at him, and then conveying his opinion

"He thinks that's fucking adorable"

"He knows what you're feeling, and he's sorry."

"Meliodas believes that's a terrible strategy."

He learns to be more expressive as time goes on, but sometimes when he's upset or stressed, he still goes blank to the average eye.

Her ability to read him carries on into her reincarnations. Meliodas is caught off guard by this at first, and takes very careful measures to conceal his inner thoughts, sometimes suppressing them altogether, so she doesn't catch that little twitch of his brows and figure out some little thing she's done caused him grief. (Usually, a little habit of hers that carries over as well, like that tendency to nibble her lip when she's thinking that goes back to the very first.)

It triggered her memories once. Never again.

But the sins are having a conversation, and Princess Elizabeth glances out of the corner of her eye at Meliodas, and frowns. Trying to be as polite as possible, she requests that King "please stop using your daggers as darts so close to the taverns main door, as it's making Sir Meliodas a bit anxious." And he stills, giving her a startled look, then glancing at his captain who - shockingly - gains a slight flush of pink to the tops of his cheeks. He clears his throat. "I'm just concerned someone might walk in at the wrong time is all. Wouldn't want you scaring away my customers!" He brushes off with a joke.

It becomes a habit, Elizabeth glancing at their Captain and - completely unaware of the fact she's telling the sins his carefully concealed thoughts - makes his opinions knowledge to the team.

They eventually get over their startled reactions, brushing it off as human royalty being trained to read their court and nobles or... something, and just start to look to her to translate him when he's being stubbornly silent. The only one who can read him half as well when he's like that is Merlin, who they all know has a lengthy past with him, though not what that past is.

The one time she'd been asked if she knew how Elizabeth could do that - maybe she had a dormant empathy or telepathy magic? - she just got this secret little smile, put a finger against her lips, and teleportated away.

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

"Cassian! I have amazing news!" beamed Elizabeth.

"Is that so, my love? Pray tell!"

"I'm pregnant!"

Cassian hugged Elizabeth and began to rub his hands over her bump, "How far along are you? This is... a sizeable bump."

"I don't know much about these things, sweetie. Must have been from one of our spirited love-making sessions a while back and it's just taken me a minute to realise."

"But we didn't make love in a manner that could bear children until quite recently?" asked Cassian, confused.

"What are you talking about?" laughed Elizabeth, "We've been at it since long before our wedding day! It's honestly a wonder this hasn't happened already."

"No, but -" Cassian tried to interrupt, but Elizabeth quickly covered him in kisses.

"Oh, you are going to be such a wonderful father, I can't wait! I must dash, sweetheart, I have a riding lesson booked and you know how fussy the squires get if you're late. Honestly, you'd think the mood of the horse was more important than my own!"

Before Cassian could challenge her further, Elizabeth had left.

Cassian sought out Henry to ask his thoughts.

"Perhaps she is right, father. Perhaps you just forgot one of your particular episodes with her? You have been rather active, after all."

"Maybe I am just becoming forgetful in my old age..." Cassian replied, unconvinced. "I'll try talking to her again when she returns from riding."

Hearing that Elizabeth was out riding, Henry quickly shifted tact.

"Although," he added cautiously, "If you are that concerned, I wouldn't wait. Perhaps she didn't feel able to speak openly in the castle - the walls have too many ears. Perhaps in the privacy of the woods she might feel able to be more honest?"

Cassian nodded sombrely, "I suppose... I'll go talk to her. I'm probably wrong, but... something just feels off."

"Better to be sure with these things," Henry agreed. As he watched his father leave, Henry felt a cautious happiness build within him.

Story continues under the cut (NSFW: sex, murder, domestic violence against women)

It took Cassian some time to find Elizabeth. Eventually it was the noise that drew him to her; at first it sounded like the intense rustling of animals fighting, then the noises became distinctly more human and sounded like moaning and groaning. Concerned she might be hurt, Cassian rushed towards the sound and halted to an abrupt stop when he was able to see the source of noise.

Cassian watched Elizabeth rolling around in the grass with her lover, his rage building as she failed to notice that she was being watched. As he watched, he thought of all the times she was with him. With him, sex with her suddenly seemed like an amateur dramatic performance filled with over-the-top cries of pleasure and performative declarations of love. Seeing her with this man, Cassian could see how real and genuine her pleasure was - and that only infuriated him more.

"Elizabeth!"

"Cassian!" Elizabeth pushed the man away from her and lept up, looking frantically around as if for some reasoning she could give to what Cassian had seen. "I... umm... thank goodness you're here! That man attacked me!"

Cassian looked the petrified, naked man once over and saw the way he looked at Elizabeth with eyes filled with hurt and betrayal.

"You're lying. I watched you two together and you were wanting every fucking second," Cassian snarled, before adding to the man, "Get out of here." The man grabbed his clothes and rushed to his horse, galloping off without looking back.

Cassian stepped menacingly towards Elizabeth.

"That baby is not mine, is it?"

"Cassian, darling, of course it is. This was a one time mistake, I -"

"Stop lying to me!" Cassian yelled, grabbing Elizabeth by the throat. "How long have you been lying to me? Did you ever even love me? Or have you just been using me all of this time? You were going to pass another man's child off as mine? You made me think you loved me! How could you do this to me, you evil whore!"

In his rage, Cassian failed to recognise how tightly he gripped Elizabeth's neck, nor how her flails were growing weaker. It was only when her eyes closed and her arms dropped to her sides that he released her. Her dead body fell in a crumple to the floor.

The moment her body fell, all of Cassian's rage left his body and was immediately replaced with sadness.

"What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?" I repeated over and over to himself.

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[apocalypseornaw]

Chance to Be

Follow up to Could Have Been

Years have passed since you lost Benny. Neither of you ever gave up the love you had for the other and well when Dean Winchester sees a chance to help people he loves there is no bounds.

Ask and you shall receive @123passwort

Benny knew the moment the other vampires caught his scent. That mixed with the smell of a human in purgatory would be a beacon. His only hope was to get Sam and Bobby to the portal and hold off anyone else long enough for the youngest Winchester to make it topside.

"Tell Dean I said goodbye and you two take care of Y/N for me" was the last thing he told Sam before taking the obsidian blade he offered and facing the vamps that were out for blood due to the simple fact that he was still working with the Winchesters, still choosing humans over his own kind.

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He knew this was going to hurt you. You cared for him, that much he was certain but this had been the only way to ensure Sam made it out of purgatory free and clear.

He hadn't gone into detail of the last year of his life with Dean but he'd made him promise to look after you if something happened. He knew he could trust Dean to keep that promise.

He'd at least gotten to tell you he loved you even if it had been a voicemail and those witches had swore to him that the protections on that pendant would make you harder to injure and make you heal easier. His one hope now was that you lived as long of a life as a hunter was capable. Out of everyone he'd ever met you were one of very few people he was certain deserved a happily ever after and he never would have been able to give it to you.

Word would've gotten out that you were sleeping with a vampire. You would've been ostracized from other hunters and wouldn't have been in much better shape than him. He'd had you and Dean, that'd been it. He knew two people that mattered to him was still breathing and you'd long since gotten in the habit of checking in on Elizabeth as well so as long as he knew that he could exist in purgatory. He could reacquaint himself with the never ending fight just to know you still had the Winchesters and that the man who had raised you to be the amazing woman you were had made it to heaven instead of being stuck in hell.

You hadn't been able to make a kill for months after Benny. The thought of you possibly sending the monster there that could end him? You couldn't deal with it.

What snapped you out of that mindset was Dean almost being hurt on a hunt because of your hesitation.

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After taking out three vamps back to back you realized you were barely winded and they'd put up a decent fight. "Damn Y/N that was impressive" Dean noted and you shrugged "I honestly don't know what that was. I mean I've been a hunter most of my life so my stamina is pretty good but it seems like I'm able to keep in step with you and Sam nowadays"

Sam's eyes flicked towards the necklace around your neck "Could it have something to do with the protection charms on that?" You tentatively touched the rose, you hadn't taken it off since the day you pulled it out of the drawer at the cabin. "Maybe?" You said with a light laugh "Leave it up to him to find a way to make me take care of myself rather he's here or not"

Dean shot you a small smile. You knew he missed Benny too even if they'd gotten distant before that day. Benny was one of the few friends Dean had made in his life that never judged him for any decision he ever made. Sam cleared his throat then smiled "He loved you. He wanted to make sure to protect you, makes sense. Wish I would've thought to do something like that for Jess"

Dean shook his head "Fuck, we're depressing. Get in baby, both of you. I'm buying the first round we all need it"

"Never knew there was a woman Winchester" Benny heard the chatter a few months after he'd been back in purgatory. Hearing chatter about Dean and Sam weren't anything unusual, them boys were a menace to monsters but hearing about what clearly had to be you pulled a smile to his face "I'm telling you man, she was damn near as fast as Dean and hard as hell to keep down. She's as sturdy as one of em"

A big part of him couldn't help but have a sense of pride at knowing you were building quite a name for yourself in purgatory, not to mention he had the peace of mind that if you were with Sam and Dean they would at least half ass make sure you were taking care of yourself.

He knew he'd probably never see you again, exit routes from purgatory were few and far between. He'd keep fighting regardless, he hadn't laid down and died the original fifty years he'd been in this place he wasn't about to now with memories of you fueling his mind.

Time never stood still for anyone and you were no exception. Rather you wanted it to or not the weeks turned to months then the months turned into years.

You ended up moving into the men of letters bunker somewhere along the line. Sam and Dean had offered you one of the many vacant bedrooms and you took it. You'd gotten used to hunting with them and you had to admit it was easier but it was a lot better hunting with people to have your back. You no longer pushed yourself to the point of exhaustion, Dean was ever the mother hen and Sam would taunt you into self care if it came to it.

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You missed Benny. You had meant what you told Dean all that time ago, you could've loved him. Had he told you, had he put that option on the table. If only he'd not waited until moments before he was ripped away to tell you he loved you. You had managed to recover the photo of him and Liz so it resided on your nightstand, along with a photo of your uncle and Bobby and one of you and the boys. You never left the bunker without wearing your necklace and rarely took it off for that matter.

There were times you could close your eyes and almost feel his touch, almost hear his voice but you knew it was just memories. Being haunted by a vampire was impossible, the worse part was knowing that if he was to be killed in purgatory you'd never know. He very well could've been dead before Sam made it topside.

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So much had occurred between that day and the present it felt longer than the three years that had passed. The trials were a failure, you nor Dean letting Sam finish the last one. You lost Benny to save Sam, you'd be damned if you were losing him and Dean of course wasn't letting his little brother go that easy.

Between angels falling, Dean taking the mark of Cain and killing a knight of hell only to end up a demon himself...you weren't sure you were even the same woman Benny had loved. There were days you looked in the mirror and barely recognized the eyes looking back at you. You'd never been what you would describe as gentle or naive but the years of hunting and losing so many people were starting to wear on you in moments.

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Jody and the girls were a saving grace. You loved Sam and Dean, they were family to you but Jody, Donna and the rest of the Sioux Falls crew helped to soothe a part of your soul that felt ragged.

With the last fight against Amara and Chuck had come to a draw you felt like you could finally catch your breath. You'd headed to spend the weekend with Claire and Alex when Sam had called while you were on the road saying Dean had disappeared.

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The worse thoughts went through your mind. Every possibility that flashed through your brain being worse than the last until he called you late that sunday night "Hey sweetheart. Um I'm working a case near Maine. Think you can head this way?"

You were a bit confused to say the least "Dean? Sam said you disappeared two days ago. Is everything ok?" He chuckled lightly "I promise I'm fine. Call Sam if you want, bring backup if you want but I really need you for this case" "You'll do the usual tests when I get there?" You asked hesitantly and could practically hear his grin "Of course. Now hit the road and get here"

"Send me the location and I'll be there as soon as I can but remember I don't drive like you"

Benny could feel the electricity in the air. Something big was about to land and he had no fucking clue what. Years had passed since he'd been back in purgatory, years of blood and fighting.

Maybe it was the most recent big bad you and the boys had took down or maybe something another hunter had killed even. He didn't think another set of hunters were capable of slicing down whatever was causing such a stir but there was always that possibility.

The moment a portal opened not far from him he thought he'd finally snapped, that his sanity had slipped away without him even realizing it. That was until the moment none other than Dean Winchester stepped out the portal. "How in the hell?" He muttered and saw a grin slip onto Dean's face "Not a lot of time to explain here but let's get you the hell outta here"

You pulled up to the location of the motel Dean had told you to meet him at. You parked next to the impala and before you could call he was walking out of the room and headed for your car. He flopped down in the passenger seat and pulled your vial of holy water you kept in the glove box out and took a swig before holding his hand out so you passed him the silver blade that always rode at your ankle. He slid it across his arm and a line of blood blossomed up.

"Satisfied?" You nodded so he smiled and passed the knife back "Then follow me. I need to get you up to speed" you eyed him as you climbed out your car because he was acting a bit off. You couldn't explain it but there was something going on and you knew it.

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You walked into the room behind Dean but clocked another presence before the door closed. You lunged for the figure before your mind could catch up with your actions and had it not been for the agility of the other body you probably would've plunged a blade into it.

Dean grabbed you, forcing the blade out of your hand as he held you back against his chest despite your struggles. You knew your eyes were wide and you probably looked nothing short of a wild animal at the moment with the way you were struggling against Dean but there was no way this was reality. There was no way your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, because Benny stood against the wall watching you carefully, bright blue eyes tracking your every movment.

"What the fuck is that Dean?" You struggled harder but Dean simply tightened his grip "Y/N! C'mon now like I'd put you in danger! Sweetheart, take a breath! It's him!"

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Your movements stopped suddenly and you felt every ounce of fight seep from your body as your eyes finally allowed themselves to roam over the figure standing a few feet away from you "How?" You asked in a whisper and Dean having realized you were no longer a threat released you "Amara owed me a favor and she couldn't bring back anyone from heaven so I used it for you"

You looked from Dean to Benny "It's really you?" He nodded slowly, that smile you always loved slipping onto his face "In the flesh darling" you took a step towards him before simply flinging yourself into his arms. He pulled you against his chest and you closed your eyes, waiting to wake up but when you opened your eyes you were still in his arms "I'm gonna go call Sam and check in then I'm going to the bar down the road. You kids catch up" Dean said before you heard the door shut.

It took you a moment to realize there was something different and when it hit you your eyes widened even further "You're human" he nodded "Amara let me keep the vampiric strength and stamina but yeah I'm human"

Every injury you, Dean or Sam had ever endured flash through your memory "What if you get hurt? Or sick? Please tell me you didn't choose it because of me, I loved you when you were a vampire I would've continued to love you as a vampire.." you were rambling and didn't even realize what you let slip until the smile that spread across Benny's face gave you a hint "You love me huh?"

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You shoved his chest playfully "Of course I love you Benny. I've waited three years to tell you I love you. Hell,I thought I'd never get the chance!"

He chuckled lightly "It was worth the wait to hear it and just so you know I didn't choose to be a human just for you even if you were a big deciding feature. I can move onto heaven or hell when I die now, I can be a hunter or something to help people and I can have a future with the woman I love"

You pulled him down into a kiss and it was like no time had passed. The electricity that shot through you was just like every other time his lips met yours but this was something that you thought was just possible in a dream. When you pulled away to let both of you catch your breath he leaned his head over on your shoulder "Damn I've missed you woman" you laughed lightly "I've missed you too"

He leaned back to let his eyes meet yours and smiled again "You are so damn beautiful" you shook your head "Always the sweet talker aren't ya Lafitte?" He brushed his lips against yours in another kiss. This one wasn't as urgent but full emotion. You ran your hands up to hook around his neck, deepening the kiss.

His hands slipped down to your thighs, easily picking you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the bed , laying you down gently. You pulled him down with you but broke the kiss before it could get any more heated than it already was.

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"Wait..wait a second" the moment the words left your mouth Benny halted his actions pulling back to look at you. Was he moving too fast after so long?

"What's wrong Y/N?" He asked and when you grinned he could tell you were biting back a laugh "What if I hurt you now? I'm used to you having vampiric healing" he narrowed his eyes slightly then leaned down to kiss your neck and when he nipped your pulse point the whine that left you was enough to make pull a groan from his lips "I think I can handle you darlin"

He laughed as he pulled you closer. He was back with you in his arms and had a chance to have a life with you. How the hell he'd gotten that lucky he wasn't sure but he knew better than to question it.

@123passwort

[dross-the-fish]

You put a lot of emphasis on Adam making choices but I'd argue that Victor forced his hand by abandoning him

Victor does bear some responsibility for his persistent refusal to acknowledge Adam's humanity, that definitely didn't help but it's fundamentally important to Adam as a character that he be treated like he has a will of his own. Part of being human is having agency, people have been outcasted and shunned since the beginning of time, rarely do they choose to go on a killing spree. Regardless of why he made it, this was Adam's choice.

Adam may not have believed he had other choices but after a certain point I feel like he stopped caring. He went the route of, "If it's a monster you want then that's exactly what I'm going to be and you are all going to regret it," which I honestly kind of love. In my version of the story I decided that he didn't stop after Elizabeth, if anything it escalated and he stopped valuing human life because it never valued him. He declared war on mankind and stuck to that mindset, so I toy with the possibility that he may have burned some settlements to the ground and killed indiscriminately towards the end of the book. As Adam crosses lines I tend draw him more and more grizzled looking and by the time he hits the arctic there's no softness left to his appearance.

A question I really like to ask in regards to the creature is not so much whether he can be redeemed but whether he should be. Did he cross a line at some point that made him unsalvageable? If one becomes a monster can they still ask to have their humanity acknowledged? Despite all of this I believe that after the death of Victor Adam still hopes for a connection to humanity and redemption.

And I believe he'll continue to seek it out, the line "Life, although it is an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me," says a lot about Adam as a person. I don't believe he's simply going to give up on trying to live, I don't think he has it in him. He loves being alive too much, even when it's painful and difficult. Victor made him resilient and I believe that applies mentally as well, so I don't buy that the creature actually wanted to destroy himself.

I like to think Victor's death was a turning point for Adam, a hard lesson learned. In a way Victor was the only person Adam was close to. He spent so much effort getting Victor to chase after him and keeping Victor alive so that the chase could continue because that's the only relationship with another person that Adam has ever had. When he loses it it's the first time Adam has to feel loss and grieve. And he does grieve. I believe that ironically, only by losing the very person he was seeking validation from he finally understood the desolation he'd been inflicting on others. Adam became his own victim and like it was Adam's choice to embrace evil it's also his choice to abandon it. Choice is, after all, the burden of humanity. We have to allow him that much agency otherwise the possibility for his redemption is meaningless.

Putting all the blame on Victor is unfair to Adam because if we take away his free will to choose evil then we strip him of his ability to choose good later down the road. Redemption is a huge theme for my version of Adam and before I let him have that I want to walk him right up to the moral event horizon, look it in the face and decide for himself that this isn't what he wants.

Adam can be offered second chances, but at the end of the day his salvation, like his damnation, rests in his own hands.

[braveclementine]

Back Together

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Tony? Are you okay? What's going on?" You asked as you spoke into the phone.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Tony responded. "I just think we might have to push our um pretend restaurant reservation back."

"Why?" You asked in a warning tone, looking at the TV screen. Elizabeth was laying on the couch, staring at the screen with hazy eyes. She hadn't stopped crying once since she'd gotten here, the waterworks alternating on and off.

Rhodey was there, trying to help with the kids. The two older children were talking with Everleigh in hushed tones in the corner. Sam was there too, looking a little skittish of Rhodey almost, but not quite. Rhodey hadn't tried to arrest him yet at any rate.

"Just cause I'm probably uh, not gonna make it back for a while." Tony mumbled.

You closed your eyes in understanding, and also a little bit of apprehension, "Tell me you're not on that ship."

Rhodey looked over at you.

"Yeah."

"God, no. Please tell me you're not on the ship." You said, cradling Arlo in one arm as he slept there.

"Pumpkin, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know what to say."

You closed your eyes. "Just. . . God Tony please. Elizabeth just. . . I can't lose you."

The connection was getting worse with the phone. "I love you." You whispered as you heard F.R.I.D.A.Y. say, "Boss, we're losing her."

You closed your eyes, falling backwards into the couch, holding Arlo tightly to your chest. He needed to be safe. He just had to.

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Wanda was curled up under the covers of her bed, wearing Visions white shirt and a pair of his boxers. They had just finished having their nightly round of sex and he was pulling the drapes back now while she had a cup of tea.

He let out a small gasp that sounded almost as though it was in pain. Wanda looked up. "Vis? Is it the stone again?"

She slid out of bed and walked over to where he was standing. He was in his human form at the moment, the way he usually was these days. But the yellow stone glowed out on his forehead and he screwed his eyes up and clenched his teeth in real pain.

"Hey." She said, sliding her hands up on his face. His other hand came up to cup hers and he tilted his mouth so he could kiss her palm, before pulling her hand a little closer to kiss her palm again. They he placed the part he'd kissed to his forehead.

"Tell me what you feel." He asked softly.

"I just feel you." Wanda whispered back.

And he bent down to kiss her.

Later, they went walking down the street, holding hands, "So there's a ten a.m. to Glasgow which would give us more time together before you went back."

She was trying to get more time, knowing that he was alternating between staying at the Avengers Compound and sneaking to see her.

"What if I miss that train?" Vision asked in a slightly teasing tone.

"There's an eleven o'clock." She responded.

"What if I missed all the trains?" Vision asked, turning to face her at the stop. He smiled a little and then asked, "What if this time, I didn't go back?"

"But you gave Stark your word." Wanda frowned a little. As much as she wanted to spend more time with Vision, she also didn't want him to get in trouble. Even if they couldn't contain him, he would go like a normal person.

"I'd rather give it to you." Vision responded.

"Well, there are people who are expecting me too, you know?" Wanda asked quietly. Steve and Nat would often have her travel with them so that they could all stay together and all stay on the run. "We both made promises."

"Not to each other. Wanda." He placed his hands on her shoulders. She loved and hated that he seemed to tower over her, but loved it even more, "For two years, we've stolen these moments trying to see if this would work and-" He tripped over his words and then said, "You know what, I'm just going to speak for myself-"

"It works." She answered.

"It works." He echoed.

"It works." She repeated, nodding and smiling, happy. This was what she wanted all along, but wasn't sure if it was something she deserved.

"Stay." Vision whispered. "Stay with me."

When she didn't answer, he quickly backtracked, shaking his head, "Or not. If I'm overstepping-"

But Wanda walked past him, staring at the TV that was playing in the window behind them. It showed the destruction of New York, the alien spaceship that was over them. "What are they?" Wanda asked in a shaky voice.

"What the stone was warning me about." Vision answered.

They watched the news change, saw how it was reporting Tony Stark as missing. Wanda caught her breath in her throat, immediately thinking about Y/N, Everleigh, and Arlo. Vision turned to her, catching her hand, kissing the back of it. "I have to go."

"No, Vision." Wanda said, her voice still shaky, trying to become firm. "Vision, if that's true, then maybe going isn't the best idea."

"Wanda I-" He suddenly cried out in pain as a large spear was shoved through his stomach. He was lifted into the air on the end of it, shifting from his human form back to what he looked like as a robot.

"VISION!" Wanda screamed, immediately calling up her magic. Vision was flung off the end of the spike, rolling on the ground.

She was hit in the back, sent flying through a window. She leapt up on to the top and saw they had pressed some sort of blade against his stone. She sent them flying with her magic, lifting Vision into the air. She flew into the air and carried both of them over into a neighboring courtyard. She helped Vision to his feet.

"The blade." Vision panted, having trouble walking, "It stopped me from phasing." He slid down against the wall.

"Is that even possible?" Wanda asked, kneeling in front of him, hopping they couldn't find them here.

"It isn't supposed to be." Vision said. "My systems are failing." Wanda tried to heal his wound up with her magic, "I'm beginning to think, we should have stayed in bed." He suddenly pushed her out of the way, being rammed by one of the new creatures.

"VIS!"

He flew through the air, trying to fight the creature off.

"Give up the stone." He growled at him, while he could hear Wanda fighting someone else down below, "And she lives."

Anger took over, Vision wrapped his hand around the aliens throat, and pushed off from the wall he was being held against. He punched the alien and then tried to use his light beam against him. The weapon blocked it somehow, amazing alien technology. He was hit with his own light in the stomach.

The alien was upon him immediately, once again trying to take the stone out of his head. The alien turned and he heard Wanda's voice, "Hands off." She blasted him through the window and then took Vision and used her magic to fly them into the sky.

They were blasted from the air and they crashed through the glass ceiling of the train station. Vision groaned as he rolled across the floor. "Come on. Come on. Come on, you gotta get up." Wanda begged him, lifting him up by the arm. "You gotta get up. Come on. Hey." He slumped against the railing. "Hey, we have to go."

He shook his head, cupping her face. She was bleeding across her forehead. "Please. Please leave."

"You asked me to stay." She panted. "I'm staying."

"Please."

Wanda stood in front of Vision as the two aliens crashed through the ceiling. A train ran behind her and she suddenly felt a familiar presence. She turned to see a dark shadow standing on the other side of the train platform.

The female alien tossed her spear at him, which he dodged and caught at the same time, before stepping into the light.

The glorious.

The handsome.

The radiant.

STEVE ROGERS!!!!

. . .

Um, Sorry.

Captain America.

. . .

Anyways.

Wanda smiled as Sam crashed into one of them, though she hadn't remembered him being with them before. Steve threw the trident weapon to Nat, who ran behind the woman, knocking her legs out from under her while Sam fired his rockets into the male alien.

Nat threw the trident at the woman, who caught it. Steve picked up the spear, blocking the woman's kill thrust.

The three of them knocked the aliens to the ground.

"Get up." The woman growled.

"I can't." The man said.

"We don't wanna kill you, but we will." Nat said.

"You'll never get the chance again." The woman said and they were suddenly gone, a beam of blue light lifting them into the sky. The spear also left Steve's hand, even though he hadn't let go of it.

"Can you stand?" Sam asked. He seemed jittery, Wanda noticed, though he was here.

Vision was helped to his feet by Sam and Wanda, "Thank you Captain."

"Let's get you on the jet." Steve nodded.

"Now, I thought we had a deal." Nat said once they were safely on the jet, the door closing up behind them, "Stay close, check in, don't take any chances."

"I'm sorry." Wanda said, sitting next to Vision on the Quinjet. "We just wanted time."

"Where to Cap?" Sam asked.

"Home." Steve said.

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"Still no word from Vision?"

Elizabeth was hiding as she spied on the holographic meeting going on between a board of the Government and Rhodey. She knew she was probably on the wanted list too, but she wanted to hear what was going on. And besides, she didn't have anything else to do.

"Satellites lost him somewhere over Edinburgh." Rhodey said.

"On a stolen Quinjet with four of the world's most wanted criminals."

"You know they're only criminals because you've chosen to call them that, right, sir?" Rhodey asked, pointing at him.

"Go Rhodey." Elizabeth muttered under her breath.

"My God, Rhodes. Your talent for horseshit rivals my own." General Ross grumbled.

"If it weren't for those Accords, Vision would've been right here." Rhodey argued. Elizabeth finally stepped out, walking silently up to Rhodey's side. He glanced at her, but said nothing. General Ross narrowed his eyes at her, but continued to address Rhodey.

"I remember your signature on those papers, Colonel."

"That's right. And I'm pretty sure I paid for that." He was still wearing braces, which Elizabeth felt guilty for. She hadn't had much time to heal him before she had to get back to Asgard and escape the German police. She had offered to heal them again, only a few hours ago, but he said he felt better like this.

"You have second thoughts?" General Ross asked in a slightly threatening tone.

"Not anymore." Rhodey said, and looked over at the entrance way. Elizabeth looked up dully to see Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Sam there. Sam had left to go and find them, a little help from a wizard named Wong. He quickly slipped between Steve and Nat, coming over to her side and pulling her into a hug.

She relished the hug, but turned her head so she could still see what was going on.

"Mr. Secretary." Steve greeted him. He had a beard now and his hair was more brown than blond. He looked good in his outfit, Elizabeth noticed offhandedly. It was a little tighter, darker in colour.

"You got some nerve." Holographic General Ross said, walking towards them. "I'll give you that."

Nat was blond now, a little bit on the thinner side, perhaps even a little bit more muscular. Her hair was shorter as well and she looked like an entirely new person from the last time Elizabeth had seen her- and fought her.

"You could use some of that right now." Nat responded.

"The world's on fire. And you think all is forgiven?"

Elizabeth snorted quietly.

"I'm not looking for forgiveness." Steve responded. "And I'm way past asking for permission. Earth just lost her best defender. So we're here to fight." He took a step forwards, "And if you wanna stand in our way, we'll fight you too."

"Arrest them." General Ross said and then pointed at Elizabeth, "Her too."

"All over it." Rhodey said sarcastically, hanging up on the holographic call. There was a beeping sound. "That's a court martial." Then he smiled. "It's great to see ya, Cap." He held out his hand and Steve shook it.

"You too, Rhodey."

Rhodey hugged Nat, "Hey."

Elizabeth looked over at Wanda and Vision and she pulled away from Sam. Her body started to shake and she knew she was going to cry any second now.

"You guys look like crap." Rhodey informed them.

"Well the hotels weren't exactly five star." Sam retorted, looking after Elizabeth.

"Well, I think you guys look great." Bruce said awkwardly and everyone looked over at him. He chuckled awkwardly as well, "Yeah, I'm back."

"Hi, Bruce." Nat whispered.

Elizabeth stopped near Bruce and looked at him. Tears were shining in her eyes. He gave one last awkward wave, put his arm around her, and the two of them quickly walked off.

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Steve couldn't stop looking at Elizabeth. She was in the back of the room, rocking a little girl that she called Sage in her arms. She had Loki's black hair, but Elizabeth's eyes. Actually, all of the kids except for Tove, who looked the most like her mother. Halfdan was the spitting image of his father however, even at the age of eight.

He could almost imagine Elizabeth's pain because it probably mirrored his own when he was certain he lost Bucky. It had been such a pain that had ripped through him. . . and that wasn't even for his death. But it had been bad enough Steve was certain he had died. And with Loki actually dead. . .

Y/N was there too, already dressed for battle. Tony had been missing for a while, along with Stephen- Sam's soulmate. The spider kid that had fought with them was rumored to be on the ship as well.

"So we gotta assume they're coming back, right?" Rhodey asked, looking at the hologram of the aliens that had attacked Wanda and Vision.

"And they can clearly find us." Wanda said.

"We need all hands on deck, where's Clint?" Bruce asked, looking at Natasha.

"After the whole Accords situation, he, Scott, and Y/N took a deal. It was too tough on their families. They're on house arrest."

"Whose Scott?" Bruce asked.

"Ant man." Steve answered.

"There's an Ant-man and a Spider-man?" Bruce asked. Steve felt bad for the man. He'd just lost his soulmate too and had been missing in space for two years as the Hulk only. Bruce paused for a moment and then said, "Okay, look. Thanos has the biggest army in the universe and he is not gonna stop until he gets. . . Visions stone."

"Well we have to protect it." Nat responded.

"No, we have to destroy it." Vision spoke up from where he was leaning against the window, looking out. "I've been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head. About its nature. But also its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source," He walked closer and closer to Wanda with each word, "something very similar to its own signature, perhaps, its molecular integrity could fail."

"Yeah, and you with it." Wanda whispered. "We're not having this conversation."

"Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can't get it." Vision said.

"Until he gets the Time stone and reverses time to this exact moment where you destroy it and then gets it anyways." Elizabeth responded.

"That's too high a price." Wanda argued over Elizabeth.

"Only you have the power to pay it." Vision said, cupping Wanda's face. It was to intimate for Steve, his attention returning to Elizabeth. She was looking at the floor instead, tears falling down her face.

Wanda walked away from Vision and so he spoke, "Thanos threatens half the universe. One life cannot stand in the way of defeating him."

"But it should." Steve spoke up. "We don't trade lives, Vision."

"Captain, seventy years ago, you laid down your life to save how many millions of people? Tell me, why is this any different?" Vision asked.

Because Vision still had something to lose, unlike Steve. Sure, Steve could've lived out a life with Peggy, had kids, but without Bucky he wasn't sure he wanted it. He could see Bucky again.

But Vision still had Wanda. Still had a future with Wanda, if possible. If everything worked out. That was the difference.

"Because you might have a choice." Bruce spoke up before him. "Your mind is made up of a complex construct of overlays. Jarvis, Ultron, Tony, me, the Stone. All of them mixed together, all of them learning from one another."

"What are you saying?" Pietro asked at the same time Wanda said, "You're saying Vison isn't just the stone?"

"I'm saying that if we take out the stone, there's still a whole lot of Vision left." Bruce responded. "Perhaps the best parts."

"Can we do that?" Natasha and Y/N asked together.

"Not me, not here." Bruce shook his head.

"Well you better find someone and somewhere fast." Rhodey ordered. "Ross isn't just gonna let you guys have your old rooms back."

"I know somewhere." Y/N said.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 629, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1069

I giggled as Elizabeth modeled her pirate costume- she and Katie would next be doing a Pirates of the Caribbean medley for her successful YouTube channel, shooting some footage on the Lady Sand Wind ship that would be moored in the harbor next week.

The captain had reached out to Elizabeth, his daughters being huge fans of her YouTube channel. In response to all of this, I had reached out the Mad Hattery Company from faire, and the owner had showed up at the house with a bunch of hats for the girls to try on. Elizabeth had fallen in love with a pretty rose red tricorn hat and had requested a heavy plumage of royal purple feathers while Katie had picked out a dark brown-black head covering that had pirate inspired designs etched into the leather. Elizabeth had asked the man if she could list his creations in the credits, to which her request was approved.

“Elizabeth, are you going to make a protective head covering to protect the skin on your head from your new hat?” I asked her as she was trying everything on to get an idea of what she would look like.

“That’s on the agenda!” she reassured me. “Hey mommy, can Katie and I have swords?”

“They don’t need to be sharp or fancy or anything!” Katie chimed in, twirling around my study. She would be wearing torn brown capris, a loose fitting white blouse, a bright red vest, her hat and bare feet. “They just need to look aesthetically pleasing!”

“Let me look on Amazon and see what all they have, alright?” I hummed as I worked on making the babies some new garb for faire. A massive growth spurt had hit the tiny little humans, and at this point, we were making new clothes for them every other week. The three of us womenfolk didn’t mind either way because we all quite enjoyed sitting down and sewing and knitting and crocheting and embroidering. “Ah, found some! Come on over and tell me which ones you like!”

After I had purchased swords for them, both of the little Ratajczyk pirates both went tearing off to show me their attire, giggling happily all the while. I knew where my handsome silver daddy was- in our bedroom, giving Isabelle a good dicking. The babies were all having a nap in their respected bedrooms, and I could feel Peter grunting and panting through our soulmate bond.

I folded the armful of baby clothes over an arm before I left my office, going up to swap out the new clothes with the outgrown shirts and overalls and pants tucked away in drawers.

I could be found humming a sweet song under my breath as I left little girl’s big girl bedroom, where all the tiny little babies were sprawled out across her pink fluffy shag rug, dreaming sweet little baby dreams as they peacefully napped.

I next passed by Elizabeth’s bedroom, where I overheard both she and Katie running through their Pirates of the Caribbean medley, with Elizabeth playing her mother’s harp and Katie on her kantele. I paused for a brief moment before heading upstairs to the master bedroom, where I found Peter lazily eating out the family nanny.

“Hihi, Izzy bear, hihi my love,” I greeted the two fucking bunnies as I shut the door behind me and removing my loose fitting crop top to reveal sexy black lace. I swayed my hips as I sauntered my way across the room to crawl up onto the bed and tackle Isabelle in a searing kiss. “You alright?”

“I’m on my period, and I’m super horny right now,” she confessed, her eyeballs rolling backwards into her skull as her orgasm washed over her sweat coated body. She collapsed into my arms, moaning and twitching lightly as I settled her down onto my side of the bed.

“Come to me now, my sexy woman,” Peter snarled just then, seizing me around my hips and the tossing me onto his burly chest. “I demand to eat your pussy.”

“After I’m done with my daddy’s dick,” I bartered evenly, my fingers nimbly undoing the button and zipper that was located at the front of his jeans, my touch as soft as a whispered lullaby as I brought out his erect cock. “Release the kraken!” I cackled before inhaling him fully down my throat.

“JESUS FUCK-” he hissed, throwing his head backward with a near silent howl as I began to slide my nose up and down his manly girth. His hand gathered my loose flowing curls and used them to guide me, his grunts and gasps only egging me onward all the more.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck…” gasped Peter before going stiff all of a sudden. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…”

I gasped as warmth flooded down my throat and into my belly, where I eased him out of me and stood up, bending to kick off my jeans before pouncing on top of him with a needy whine.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Eleven

Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Ring

Summary: A cursed ring brings trouble to the Phantomhives.

            “Ciel!” A pink and blond blur ran up the stairs and grabbed Ciel in a tight hug before he could even react.

            “L-Lizzy!” stammered Ciel as he was swung around.

            Sebastian and (Y/N) watched in amusement as the stoic boy became flustered and helpless in his fiancée’s grip.

            “Here! This is for you!” said Elizabeth, putting a small box in his hand. “Open it! Quick, quick!”

            Ciel paused before acquiescing. As he reached for the bow, however, Elizabeth noticed his miraculously repaired ring. She caught his wrist and examined it.

            “Wh-What? I thought I broke that!” she cried.

            “Sebastian repaired it,” explained Sebastian.

            “No way, it was all cracked!” exclaimed Elizabeth. “I don’t even see any flaws!”

            “Such skill is only natural for one—” began Sebastian proudly.

            “—who serves as a Phantomhive butler,” interrupted (Y/N), smirking teasingly at Sebastian.

            The raven demon smirked. “Precisely.”

            “I see…Sebastian…” Elizabeth took a disappointed step back.

            “Lady Elizabeth, what is in that gift?” asked (Y/N). “I’m sure the Young Master will appreciate seeing it.” (Mostly because (Y/N) and Sebastian wanted to see him flustered again, but that was beside the point)

            “Ah, this is just, uh…” Elizabeth stammered nervously. “A secret!” She takes the box back.

            Ciel’s brow furrowed. “Didn’t you just say you were going to give it to me?”

            “That was a feint!” said Elizabeth. “A lady who tries to catch a man with gifts is no lady! It’s unseemly! Now, Paula, ring your bells!” She was crating quite the distraction.

            “Yes, my Lady!” said Paula. “Jingle jingle jingle!

            “Well, then, good day to you!” said Elizabeth hastily. She grabbed Paula and ran right back out the door.

            Ciel blinked in confusion. “So what did she come over for, then?”

            “Tomorrow is your birthday, Young Master,” replied Sebastian. “Perhaps that was the reason?”

            Ciel’s eyes hardened at the reminder.

            “How about it, Young Master?” continued Sebastian. “Shall we hold a party? It looks as if there are others who are hoping to celebrate, too.” The three troublemakers of the mansion squeaked and hid behind a pillar.

            Ciel’s eyes softened before taking on a melancholy appearance as his shoulders fell. “My birthday…” For a moment, he was lost in memories. Then, he narrowed his eyes and decisively turned away. “Ridiculous. Bring me tea in my room,” said Ciel.

            “Straight away,” said Sebastian, bowing as Ciel departed.

            “He formed the contract with you somewhere around his birthday, didn’t he?” said (Y/N). They avoided mentioning anything but the contract. It was unspoken that what had caused Ciel to form to the contract with Sebastian was the deeper cause of his painful memories.

            Sebastian raised an eyebrow at their perceptiveness. “Yes.”

            (Y/N) hummed in acknowledgement, and for a moment, memories of their own flitted through their mind.

            “(Y/N)?” commented Sebastian.

            (Y/N) smiled at him, pushing the thoughts away. “Apologies, let’s go and get tea for the Young Master.” They turned away.

            “You were remembering your human life.” Sebastian hit them dead-on.

            (Y/N) paused. “Some things will always remain with me. My birthday, the names of my friends and family, I lost those long ago. But some memories are thorns. I just live on with them.”

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            “Sebastian!” said Mey-Rin, running into the kitchen as Sebastian and (Y/N) arranged the tea. “(Y/N)!”

            “Yes, what is it?” sighed Sebastian. His eyebrow rose as Paula ran in behind Mey-Rin.

            “Lady Elizabeth is gone!” cried Paula.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. Now that was unexpected. Their eyes slid to Sebastian. They were both thinking the same thing: that was another young girl missing. Just like Scotland Yard had said was happening.

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            “Elizabeth has disappeared?” said Ciel, standing up urgently as Sebastian and (Y/N) reported to him.

            “Yes,” said (Y/N). “Her maid said she lost sight of her around Islington.”

            “We’ll move out immediately,” said Ciel. “For Heaven’s sake, what was she thinking?”

            “Before that, we have this,” said Sebastian, holding out a platter with a letter from the Queen.

            Ciel opened it and found photographs of various girls and some files. He read them quickly. “Scotland Yard is frantically continuing their search in the case where only young girls are kidnapped. The bodies of the girls have not yet been found, but most likely…the culprit sends out the Shard of Hope to those who would become targets. The mysterious gem that brings ill fortune to its owner. To return to the tale of this treasure, having previously failed to acquire it…”

            “What shall we do?” asked Sebastian, awaiting orders.

            “We shall ease the Queen’s gloom,” said Ciel. “That is our highest priority. No matter what happens.” However, he didn’t seem sure of himself.

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            As the carriage rolled through the forest with the moon lighting the way, Ciel stared out the window, his attention elsewhere.

            “Young Master?” asked Sebastian, sensing Ciel’s discontent.

            “Open the carriage door,” said Ciel. “Go and question the victims’ families and make a list of suspects. We need names and addresses. Sneak into the crime scenes. You two should be able to achieve all of that within three hours, no?”

            Sebastian and (Y/N) didn’t even need to respond. Of course they could.

            “In the meantime, I will take care of some minor business,” said Ciel. “That is all.”

            “I see,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) smiled to themself. Ciel was worried about Elizabeth. Human love…And Ciel will one day have his soul consumed by Sebastian. What a strange thing to be concerned about the love of someone who you will leave eventually.

            Sebastian opened the door and extended a hand in a gentlemanly manner to (Y/N). They rolled their eyes but humored him, their stomach twisting at the feeling of his hand in theirs. The pair jumped out of the carriage and into the forest beyond.

            “Well, at least Pluto is with him,” said (Y/N), glancing at the retreating carriage. They were just glad to have the Demon Hound far away from them.

            “Yes, he can use it as bait and runaway if Pluto can’t track Lady Elizabeth down,” said Sebastian, sighing.

            “Still, we should probably hurry up before Ciel does manage to get into trouble.” (Y/N) glanced at Sebastian. “Your contract has a bad habit of it.”

            Sebastian smirked. “I only ever choose interesting humans to be around. You have your type of food; I have mine.”

            “I suppose since you don’t judge me for my tastes I can’t judge you for yours,” sighed (Y/N). “But personally, I think ‘resilient’ describes Ciel more. I think you like when someone is willing to climb out of their own hell to achieve their goals.”

            Sebastian glanced at them in surprise. He raised an eyebrow. (Y/N) had so easily deduced him, read how he operated and what type of contracts he preferred. It seemed he’d been revealing more than he realized as he became fond of them.

            Sebastian leaned forward towards (Y/N). “Yes.” He smirked. “I suppose that is my tastes.” For contracts and for…other things.

            Sebastian leaned back and turned away before (Y/N) could properly decide what the hell he meant by that.

            “Come, we must begin before my Master gets himself into trouble,” said Sebastian. Or involves me in any.

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            “Grell, protect me,” said Ciel. “I’ll listen to whatever your wish is.”

            “Don’t insult me,” scoffed Grell, flipping her hair. “I’m not some woman you can just buy with money.”

            Ciel smirked. “I’ll let you do whatever you want with Sebastian for a day.”

            “Sebastian and whatever I want to do? Even kissing?!” Grell’s eyes widened in excitement.

            “Whatever you like,” said Ciel.

            “Can I use tongue?!” said Grell.

            “If that’s what you want,” said Ciel.

            “Yahoo!” said Grell, jumping around. “Motivation Meter at Maximum Death!” She was already fantasizing. “Can I have (Y/N), too?! Oh, I’d love to kiss them!”

            “If you can get them to,” said Ciel. Personally, he thought there wasn’t a chance even in Hell.

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            Ciel slammed the door of the small room closed behind him, panting. He was tired of the dolls, tired of Elizabeth being missing, tired of his birthday just causing more pain.

            “Nothing good ever seems to happen on your birthday, does it?” remarked a familiarly cunning voice. Sebastian.

            He and (Y/N) had already finished their investigation and arrived at the same place Ciel had in search of Elizabeth. The two cases were, unsurprisingly, connection.

            “You lose your mansion, your parents, and this time, will you lose Lady Elizabeth?” remarked Sebastian.

            “Sebastian! (Y/N)!” cried Ciel in surprise.

            “Really, this habit of getting in trouble you have is getting tiresome,” sighed (Y/N).

            Ciel shot them a glare before turning his gaze on Sebastian. “Take it back, Sebastian.”

            “Take what back?” said Sebastian.

            “Your impudence before!” said Ciel.

            “Young Master, you said you had minor business to take care of, did you not?” said Sebastian. “Does that business involve indulging yourself in the serenity of despair in order to escape your pitiful past?”

            “You said at the Frost Fair that both you and that ring had shattered and been reborn,” said (Y/N). “Do you fear shattering again or are you surviving?”

            “I’m surviving! Don’t bloody repeat everything I say,” said Ciel.

            “Make them out of iron and steel, iron and steel, iron and steel.” A soft song echoed up the stairs to the small room.

            Ciel backed away from the door.

            “Make them out of iron and steel, my fair lady.”

            The doors burst open, and girls? dolls? walked into the room, eyes vacant as they advanced.

            “Grell was beaten?” said Ciel.

            Grell was here? Oh, fantastic, thought (Y/N) with a sigh.

            “I see. So, they’re manipulated through rhythm,” said Sebastian. “In that case…” He cleared his throat and sang. “Spin around from iron and steel, iron and steel, iron and steel.” The dolls paused and began swaying.

            (Y/N) smirked and joined Sebastian. “Spin around from iron and steel, my fair lady.” As (Y/N) sang, Sebastian jumped into the crowd of dolls and broke them apart, tearing the iron and steel apart until each one lay in a heap on the ground.

            Sebastian bowed to Ciel, who tsked. “Who is this lady, anyway?”

            Sebastian just smirked. “We’ll get out through here, Young Master.”

            “Stop.” A man entered the room, dressed like a circus performer. He has no emotion on his face, and there was no feeling in his tone as he spoke. “Ciel Phantomhive is already the Master’s property.”

            “Property? Who do you think—!” began Ciel.

            “The proof is that ring on your finger,” continued the man. “I can see the Shard of Hope is something the master presents to those who will become dolls.”

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. Ciel’s ring was the Phantomhive family ring, but it wasn’t impossible it also came from the Hope Diamond originally.

            “Master?” said Sebastian, waiting for an order.

            “Ciel Phantomhive will become a doll; a doll made out of gold and silver,” said the man.

            (Y/N) smiled brightly and hummed. “Gold and silver both get snatched, both get snatched, both get snatched.”

            “As they said,” said Sebastian, picking up Ciel before he could say anything. The demons leapt out the window into the night.

            They landed on a bridge outside, out of reach of the strange man. Before the demons could say anything, Ciel slapped Sebastian across the face. Sebastian looked shocked, and (Y/N) smothered an amused laugh.

            “What about Lizzy?!” demanded Ciel. “I ordered you to solve the kidnapping case! Saving Lizzy, who has been caught up in it, should have been the first priority!”

            “Orders and my contracts are matters of different standing,” said Sebastian coldly. (Y/N) remembered this lesson and remained silent as he spoke. “Just as you prioritize the Queen’s doctrine at all times, I must prioritize your safety. You’re my Young Master, whom I have protected and served so sincerely for all time.” His eyes turned fuchsia. “I would never allow someone to take you after so long.”

            (Y/N) knew perfectly well what Sebastian was saying. It was the first lesson any demon learned, whether through a mentor or on their own. Nothing was more important than your contract.

            Ciel stared at Sebastian before removing a small golden ring from his pocket. It had a blue diamond, just like his household ring.

            “Young Master?” asked Sebastian, raising an eyebrow.

            Ciel slipped the ring on. “This seems to be a sign of who will be attacked next. Protecting me with two of these will be backbreaking work.”

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. It seemed this boy thrived on chaos and trouble. At least (Y/N) could just…not fight and not have to feel guilty. Their stomach twisted. Alright, fine. They would feel guilty if they caused Ciel to die and disappointed Sebastian.

            “Very well, Young Master,” said Sebastian.

            “And for your information, we did as you asked. We searched the entire mansion,” said (Y/N), hands on their hips. “Lady Elizabeth was nowhere to be found. All that remains is that tower.”

            As if to prove their point, a howl from Pluto echoed to them. Ciel tsked and immediately began walking over there. (Y/N) sighed as they saw Pluto, on a rope leash, beside Grell.

            “You two are still alive?” said Ciel in surprise.

            Grell saw (Y/N) and Sebastian and ignored Ciel. “Ah!” A large blush appeared on her cheeks. “Bassy! (Nickname)!”

            She let go of the leash and jumped at (Y/N) and Sebastian. Pluto jumped onto Grell’s back, smashing her to the ground, and leapt into (Y/N) and Sebastian’s arms. (Y/N) let go of the demon hound promptly, leaving him to cling onto Sebastian.

            “Wait…” said Grell. “Is that a Demon Hound?”

            “You’re only realizing now?” Ciel deadpanned.

            “Oh, my!” cried Grell dramatically. “A night with a demon hound, how exciting!” Her fantasies were clear.

            “You really have no standards,” said Sebastian.

            “If she likes dogs, clearly not,” said (Y/N).

            “Pluto, come here,” said Sebastian, taking Pluto to the doors. “Doors sealed with unearthly power can only be opened by a guard dog of Hell.”

            Pluto howled and fell to the ground as his collar began to glow. The large door glowed at the same time. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. It couldn’t be coincidence that the collar Angela gave to Pluto and the door shared magic, but since they were busy, (Y/N) just stored that information away for another time.

            Pluto’s whole body glowed, and he shifted to his Demon Hound form. He howled, and the doors opened. He bounded inside and disappeared into the darkness.

            “Again?” huffed Ciel.

            “It’s quite alright,” said Sebastian. “We will have him guide us through here.”

            “Well, then.” (Y/N) stepped forward and smirked. “Shall we?”

            Grell bounced eagerly. “Oh, yes! What determination! It really gets me going!”

            (Y/N) smiled brightly. “I’m so glad you think so! I’m just excited to finish this so you’ll go away!”

            Sebastian was supremely satisfied with (Y/N) shutting down Grell’s flirting. He certainly wouldn’t have a filthy reaper stealing them from him.

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Chapter 5: What's going on ogre here?

Mouse looked at the cafe menu, they look at their money pouch, wondering if they took gold coins. Looking in their wallet, they were surprised to see that their gold coins were different! The gold coins that had the Stitches' symbol was replaced by a different one. They were so focused on the coins, that they didn't notice the cafe owner walking up to them.

"Are you ready to order, little one?" a kindly feminine voice asked. Making Mouse jump out of their fur. "Oh! I didn't mean to frighten you. If you need more time I could-" Mouse pointed to what they wanted on the menu. A sausage sandwich, with a cup of coffee with extra cream. Mouse counted the coins they had, making sure it was the correct amount, giving it to the kindly Kangaskhan.

"I'll be right back, little one." She nodded and left.

"I guess you're not the only thing that changed here, huh?" Elizabeth asked. "Well, as long as those coins get food in your belly, then I think we should be okay."

Mouse looks around the cafe, seeing many monsters of various shapes colors and sizes. I wonder if there's any humans here. They thought to themselves. Aside from the supposed hero, Oaken, and Princess Cereza, Mouse never met any other humans in the Chestnut Kingdom. Even behind their mask, Elizabeth could tell that the masked kid was saddened.

"We'll find a way back..." She murmured in a comforting tone. "I know we will... You'll see Oaken and Cereza, and all the other humans in Chestnut town! Oaken can treat you to his favorite meals in the tavern, and you and the Princess can browse in my favorite spot, the armory! It is kinda hot with the blacksmiths and fire and electric magic users building the weapons and prosthetics. But believe me when I say it really brings inspiration for battle techniques!"

Yeah... Mouse kinda feels bad they didn't get to finish that rematch with Cereza.

"One sausage sandwich and an extra creamy coffee for you, sweetie." The Kangaskhan said with a kind smile, as she set a plate down, the sandwich nice and hot, and steam flew out of the coffee mug. Mouse slipped Elizabeth back in the belt strap, and signed 'thank you'. "You're quite welcome, little one." She turned and went to wait the other tables.

The scent of the sausage immediately filled the Eevee's nose, the empty pang in their stomach was strong. Picking the sandwich up and moved their mask up slightly, took a nice big bite. Either Mouse was just that hungry, or the work of the cook, but the sandwich was delicious! They can't remember the last time they ate something that good, or even a decant meal. The sandwich also reminded them on how dry their throat was, so they took a sip of the coffee. The coffee, although hot, was just as good.

"HEY TY! I'M GETTING A DRINK, YOU WANT ANYTHING?!" Mouse nearly jumped out of their fur when they heard that shout. The source of the shout was a purple ogre, draped with a green leafy cloak. A dark blue monster with a long neck followed her.

Mouse went back to focus on their sandwich. They wondered to themself if those two are part of a rescue team, here to pick them up. As they ate more than half of their sandwich, a shadow hovered over them. A shutter ran down their spine as they look back to see the blue beast towering over them. Instinctively Mouse cowers, shrinking into their seat as the magenta eyes stared down at them.

The monster brings a piece of paper to their face. "Are you looking for an apprenticeship?"

Mouse slowly nodded yes.

"I see. May I know what your name is?" He asks. "My name is Typhoon."

"I'm Mouse." The Eevee signed.

Typhoon nodded, reading Mouse's thoughts as they signed. "A pleasure meeting you Mouse." Upon further inspection, despite how fluffy the little Eevee was, He could see how thin they were.

Just how long were on your own...? Typhoon thought with worry. He wondered if they were abandoned or an orphan. All he know was that he couldn't leave this child alone.

"I'm back, got your coffee, Ty!" The ogre said in a sing-song voice, giving the big beast their drink. She took a sip and looked at Mouse top to bottom as they finished their sandwich. "Who's the little masked kid?"

"A little Eevee that may need our help, Ivy." Typhoon whispered to the ogre. "I think something happened to them before they got their sandwich." He also showed Ivy the paper he grabbed from the bulletin board.

Ivy read the paper, then looked at Mouse. "Hey, you wat to come with us? We hear your looking for an apprenticeship." Mouse quickly nodded yes! "Okay, follow us, then! We'll get you some good food, a cozy bed, and lots of new friends!" Ivy smiled.

Mouse drank the last of their coffee and followed the two outside, out of the corner of their eye, Mouse saw the Pultchageist as they left the cafe.

"We got a lucky break, kid." Elizabeth whispered to the tiny Eevee. "And hopefully, while working for them, We'll find away back."

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