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claire-starsword · 1 day ago

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The Guardiana Magic School Run -Part 19

Okay, so I've been wondering, what was that funny thing i said in the last one of these?

yeah. lol. lmao even

I honestly won't even promise you i'm coming back to this with any sort of regularity, i'm just tired of everything else i wanted to do and felt like playing instead. A Christmas miracle of sorts, perhaps. The holidays are a time to reunite with family after all, for better and for worse.

For Max it will decidedly be for worse, because of course I took a break right before Cain of all people.

Still, he's nice enough to let us prepare first, which is a good excuse for me to go over the team and try to remember what was going on.

First, I have to go through the pain of removing the dragon from the magic only challenge, because this dragon is somehow not magical enough and does not learn a single spell. RIP Bleu you do nothing but haunt my life in multiple ways nowadays.

On brighter news, Bleu's house had a whole Halberd in it, so that's an upgrade for Arthur. There was also a Shower Cure there that I give to him as well. I also realize Arthur hasn't been carrying a spear, which must be some kind of mistake??? There's no reason he should have one, even if the spears available at this time are all a bit too weak.

Oh okay good thing i can reread the previous parts huh. So yeah, fixed this.

Max also gets a bit of an upgrade due to a Broad Sword lying around Dragonia. The Soulbuster might still be the best against Cain though. I'm honestly not sure. In any case, I also gave him some better healing items as he was carrying around only Medical Herbs, likely a sign of how easy Chapter 5 was.

Also, it turns I already had a Broad Sword anyway from the Dullahan of the last battle. Well, free money I guess.

A fun thing of having been on a hiatus is that someone out there had time to scan the official strategy guide of this game, so I can now check item drop rates. Turns out they're kinda generous, that Dullahan had a 20% rate of dropping it.

Anyway! I sure hope this has been enough to get me back in the zone, because there's no more delaying the inevitable. Let's go beat up everyone's favorite possessed brother. Or be beaten up by him. Who knows.

To really drive home how off my brain is, I don't quite remember what the Ogre Slayer is. I know it's a lance, but what exactly does it gives bonus against? Unsure. But in any case I wasn't gonna rush a battle against Cain anyway, Arthur is doing just fine with a Halberd.

So as the battle begins, we have these three annoying Gargoyles who I believe will be rushing to us as soon as possible, and also casting Muddle 1 to lower our accuracy, which Sucks Big Time.

Meanwhile, the Golems ahead of us are not as eager to advance I believe, instead doing the "big impenetrable wall" thing Golems like to do. Thus, I could take my time defending against the Gargoyles first I think. Let's see how it goes.

I'm unsure as usual on what to do with Narsha, but I feel she'd help with an attack boost. And I'd rather use Attack 2 to get more people in, something that would be a lot more efficient had I planned it beforehand. So Arthur is sadly out of the area even though I'd like him to get it, but Max and Hanzou get in the fun. And Tao. Who knows if she'll be using it.

Narsha gets a level up from this btw, but is very poor. Only +1% in magic resistance.

Also oopsie dopsie, I underestimated the Golems' willingness to advance. Good thing I didn't abuse that assumption too much, their movement is low and I didn't place anyone in their reach for this turn. Next turn things should heat up though.

I also realize now that Gong perhaps needed the Attack boost even more tbh, but at the same time, his defense does not inspire confidence as a frontline fighter. The fact that my previous post only mentions worrying about him does not help. Perhaps Gong simply does not keep up well with the late game. But I could have certainly helped by giving him the Power Ring beforehand, which is instead with Arthur, a guy who hasn't needed help in a while. Oh well!

Turn 2 starts like this and I don't like it, doesn't seem like I'll be able to deal fast with the Gargoyles. The Master Mages are the fastest enemies and should be attacking soon too, and I did not arrange things well to avoid the area damage.

At the very least I can send Domingo as my own inpenetrable wall against the Golems. I feel his spells are better spent here than against a single Gargoyle.

Arthur on the other hand should be okay dealing with these guys a bit, he'll get backup later before they get their turn, I think.

Unfortunately, no amount of cool Halberds or attack boosts can change the fact that flying enemies SUCK

Meanwhile, I'm barely back at the game and can already witness the wonderful Max Obsession we all know and love. This mage could have lined up four victims for the Freeze spell had them centered it at Narsha, but they would much rather think about Max and only Max. With that, only he and Narsha get hit, and both have >40% magic res to shrug it off. Tao would have done similarly too, but Hanzou, despite a magic user, has 0%, and was also the most recent death of the playthrough, so yeah I'm gladly he avoided this one.

Also, mages just don't last long nowadays.

As the eternal star of this run, Tao is now about to finish Domingo's job. Three enemies go down at once, I love magic.

Hanzou finishes the other mage. I'm a bit worried to advance him too much, but I expect the remaining enemies to obsess over Max.

Meanwhile, Arthur shrugs off these annoying things with 1 damage each. They are annoying but not a threat, I was only afraid they'd go for Tao or something.

Anri and Narsha then manage to take out the final Golem, and Khris heals what little damage Narsha took, because while it wasn't much, Narsha does not have that much hp and worries me. I want everyone at full HP once we get to the boss.

Turn 3. Hey Gargoyle, dodge this.

It doesn't.

Domingo gets a disappoint level up out of this, I didn't know he could get those. Only +1 HP.

Arthur finally shows off what a decent level up looks like, also redeeming himself from the previous miss.

The priest did nothing but heal themself last time, and they're weak, so I ignore them with Max, hoping lower leveled characters can get some exp out of them.

I'm not shocked that this part of the battle is chill, btw. The problem tends to be Cain and the Dullahans, unless you're too low leveled to deal effective damage to the Golems, which isn't a problem in this run, especially not with this many mages around.

Fittingly, this kinda transitional part of the battle is when I hit image limit on this post, so see you in the next reblog after the commercials.

#shining force #ressurection of the dark dragon #guardiana magic school run #long post

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dynamic-k · 6 months ago

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here is my question for the day- its so late because i couldn't find anything to ask about.

For The Spark AU:

How is Quarter involved in the future of The Spark, and will Klee and Demo be with him? (i think that's their names but I'm not quite sure)

What species are Chosen and Second? And what does this mean for their powers?

Does Second have powers? What about the mercs?

WHAT ABOUT VIC-

Are RGBY or CG and Dark going to be here? I think you've said you haven't decided before, but I wanted to ask again to be sure.

For Super Sticks:

What is Vic's current relationship with Agent? Will Vic continue working with Rocket after he serves his jail sentence?

Will he join in on the heroing? OOOH- He could do like undercover missions and such!! Or maybe be a sniper >:D

With Agent now in control of Rocket, and having set up the hero system again, I can kind of imagine him and Vic's roles being switched. Now Vic is doing the hero stuff while Agent is advising him- kinda. idk if that will actually happen tho. Their relationship seems... a bit strained I guess? dunno how to say it.

VLR HKLT QEB PMFK-LCC XR F CFOPQ JBKQFLKBA, FK JV CFOPQ XPH QL VLR? TBII, F'SB ZLJB RM TFQE X KXJB CLO FQ! FQ'P LCCFZFXIIV ZXIIBA 'PRMBO PQFZHP - QEB YRQQBOCIV BCCBZQ [LOFDFKXI YV PZXOIBQQ_MXOHBO]'.

well... I hope you can decipher what the message means :D & Have a great day!!

-R

:D ANOTHER SPARK AU ASKK!! [*happy feet tappies*]

Quarter is gonna show up again, but uhhhh, real close to the last two-three chapters, and yes, he will be with Demo and Kree. :3 I have a silly scene planned- XD Cause I wanted the three to interact just a little bit more, before The Spark (first edition) was brought to completion. :3

SPECIES NAME, can't say yet. It's a surprise. I have one, I'm SO HAPPY WITH IT, my sister Meara helped me come up with one, and there are technically two names like how we are Homo Sapiens, but are referred to as humans. Chosen and Second are known as a double-word species title, with a single-word title as the generic more commonly said name.

:D You'll seeeeee~

Second has a core, at the very least. Which, uh, is not the same as superpowers as I have previously explained. But whether or not that core has the capacity for abilities like Chosen's is unknown to the audience for the time being.

Any and all mercenary-related possible lack of or possession of powers is also a surprise.

TS!Victim got nothing. XD Zilch.

Yeah, no CG or Dark for now. I may have plans for the sequel, though they're fairly vague. This entire AU spawned from a dream I had, and it was literally just Sec and Cho for the most part- XD

For SUPER STICKS! :D Two AU's in one ask! Ehehehehe

SS!Vic's current relationship with SS!Agent? ...Friends? Vic doesn't know how good on terms he is with Agent. Vic hasn't seen the guy in years, not even when he dropped off the gift in Arc One. Sure, Vic has heard from his brothers that Rocket is doing well, and so he gathers that Agent accepted the position Vic gave to him in the letter. But other than that, without Agent reaching out to contact Vic, Vic is left a little in the dark [:3] about where they are at, relationship-wise. Does Agent still consider him a friend? Is he perhaps okay with Vic now, but still mad for Ballista's sake and has decided to avoid Vic?

In reality: Agent is just- SO BUSY. He's running a whole corporation now, and there are quite a few promblemsies. We're actually super close to that point in the plot, where I start to add in little scenes that explain more specifically what's up with Agent and Hazard at Rocket.

Chapter 8 does include a Hazard scene!! [what does he do, i wonder] :D Little information sneaky peaky for you patient readers, I'm so sorry that this chapter is taking me so long-

What Vic ends up doing after his sentence is done with, is all up for debate at the moment. I can't reveal that information yet. Partly because I'm still considering my options to bring out the best in Arc Two's potential, and partially because spoilers. :3

Vic joining in on the heroing as "[*announcer voice, with echoes*] the Silver Ladybug!" or something like that-

XD I love it, I really do. I just can't say whether or not he actually will in the end of things. I mean- It's likely- Knowing what things I tend to favor over others, uh- XD Hollowhead brother fluff and bonding is just really up there on that list, so it's not gonna be a :O SURPRISE! exactly if at the conclusion Vic joins the Ladybug brother squad.

Anyway, back to Agent and Vic's relationship cause you asked and then I got distracted reminiscing and pondering on possible Vic hero shenaniganery-

Agent is totally okay with Vic. He watched the expression on Vic's face as the grey hollowhead approached Agent and Hazard's doorstep with the gift. He picked up on the wistful nature that the letter tone was written with. He understood that Vic had thought about what he had been doing and was trying to start anew and make ammends.

Mono is very understanding and always has been. He's completely forgiven Vic. BUT HE'S REALLY BUSY RIGHT NOW- XD SO SO BUSY- I legitimately have fluff scenes planned where caring-cousin-Hazard has to MAKE Agent rest and take care of himself because he's overworking himself trying to get everything running smoothly. [Specifics on what problems exactly are plaguing Rocket, are actually very lore-heavy and will be elaborated upon later: in the plot itself-]

Agent and Vic's roles being swapped around is another thing to think about, if Vic officially joins the Ladybug brothers by his sentence's end. Mentor-figure Agent and Vic being the one on the field. It's something to think about that now has me really excited for bringing Arc Two to it's conclusion!! :D I'M ALL HYPED UP!! Why am I thinking about the end- I have to do the middle still- And only I can do it, because only I have the knowledge of where things are going- jrbgkeralgkjerjgelkaqgqwrne

THERE'S SO MUCH GOING ON IN ARC TWO-

It will be worth it once I figure things out and start proceeding with the story again on a smoother basis than how it is now. Even if my brain is just a little bit more hyperfixated on The Spark-

Agent and Vic's relationship... being strained... Uhm, well- At one point, it was. Now, not so much, although it isn't like they've officially talked things out due to how hectic things are at Rocket right now.

:D You know what!! :D YOU GUYS GET ANOTHER SNEAKY PEAKY SNIPPET! For being so good to me! All your feedback, comments, screams and feral shrieking of adoration, ASKS, kudos, spammed emojis- ALL OF IT. U v U I love you all so much.

I'll include it underneath the cut at the end, just in case some people would like to avoid it. Even with as tiny tiiiny as it is-

But it's Hazard related, and also sheds a little light on what direction Chapter 8 is taking, ehehe~

" YOU KNOW THE SPIN-OFF AU I FIRST MENTIONED, IN MY FIRST ASK TO YOU? WELL, I'VE COME UP WITH A NAME FOR IT! IT'S OFFICIALLY CALLED 'SUPER STICKS - THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT [ORIGINAL BY SCARLETT_PARKER]'. "

YooOOOOOOOOoooOOooooOoo!!! :D THAT'S A COOL NAME!! Wheeeee~~!!

You have no idea how ecstatic I am at the fact you've went and made a whole spin-off AU of my original- LIKE- MY FANFIC HAS THAT MUCH IMPACT ON THE FANDOM THAT- WHAAAT-

Ehehehee I deciphered~

Alright: snippetty shpippetty below for thou~

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"See, uh," Hazard drew in an almost sheepish breath as he steeled himself for something. Vic leaned forward expectantly, grey eyes wide and curious. "The main reason I'm here today, aside from seeing how you were doing..."

Vic caught the flicker of worry and uncertainty behind Hazard's serious expression, so different from the more lighthearted one displayed just a minute ago. Something curdled in Vic's gut and his own features began to look concerned.

"We had a break-in." Hazard finally met Vic's eyes directly.

- - - -

[*evil author cackles fill the room*]

#Ask Scarlett #Scarlett Post #The Spark AU #There's a snippet for chapter eight at the eennnnndndnndddd~!#i'm very very giggly today with all of the diabolical author shenaniganery-

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sasukimimochi · 2 years ago

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (you are here). Part 4 Part 5 ...

Overall Warnings: grotesque written imagery, body horror, blood, possession(?) sort of (more like integrating), voices, loss of self (since this isn't really MCD), Darker WWX (he's not classic wwx), violence

I was very easily convinced to post part three early. (looking at you @mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess) No warnings for this part! It's a little rough, but that's what every part will be like. The Ao3 version will be fully proofread.

Part 3

· ✦ Excuses ✦ ·

Despite their qualms, Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji both kept a tight lid on Wei Wuxian’s apparent handicap through the war and beyond. When it came to qualms over the carrying of his sword, Jiang Cheng was quick to defend and he figured this was one of the best ways to do it. Of course there were questions, but they were deflected with the best lie they could think of: the sword, Suibian, had been critically damaged before being recovered.

They both knew the sword was intact and well in Lan Wangji's custody though, and was glad the man remained silent despite their frequent arguments about his cultivation.

Wei Wuxian never made an attempt to rise up to the invasive questions, actually. Jiang Cheng took over every time he opened his mouth, and it seemed the man had no qualms about allowing the leader to take over every conversation that questioned him. The excuse of another sword being made was simply answered by “Suibian was important to my head disciple and we are working on plans to recover it after the war.”

After the war though, time ticked down quickly and the excuses were running dry. Asking about it however was like poking a hornet's nest, which was Jiang Cheng. His glares had gotten critical from the repeated irritation he showed every time the question was asked, which actually did a pretty good job warding off most cultivators who would ask.

Then, it was time for the Phoenix mountain hunt.

“Wei Wuxian…I don’t think you should go.” Jiang Cheng was shining his sword, but lifted his head to look at his shixiong as he did so.

Wei Wuxian stopped twirling his flute, tilting his head in Jiang Cheng’s general direction so they could see each other. “Okay. Why though?”

“Multiple reasons. I’m tired of making excuses for you, for one.” Jiang Cheng sighed and squinted at the other, his hand stilling on his sword. “And the eyes are going to make people ask questions too. Can’t you make them go back to their old color?”

“Not really, they're kind of stuck like this.” Wei Wuxian smiled, still as eerie as he was during the war. "Probably the ocean of resentment i'm carrying."

“And that! Why do you look like a demon now?? You’re gonna get me in trouble with that eerie grin of yours!” Jiang Cheng huffed, finishing up his sword and sheathing it again. “It was great for intimidating during the war, but you doing that nearly had sect leader Yao asking if we had bad intentions!”

“I won't deny it was absolutely great seeing him shrink back like he did. My face just looks like this though.” Wei Wuxian frowned, “I’m not sure how to change it.”

“Well then…stop smiling in public I guess.” Jiang Cheng shrugged, throwing his hands up. “We can’t have the sects thinking you’re out to get them.”

“Those sects are filled with rotten eggs.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes, baffling Jiang Cheng in the process. It still surprised him every time, considering how different he acted now. “But I will do my best to appease my shidi.”

Jiang Cheng groaned loudly and held his forehead. “Alright, I'm sick of you for today. Get out of here.” He waved his hand and pulled over a stack of letters he needed to get to. “I’ve had enough ‘help’ from you today.”

Wei Wuxian hopped up from his seat and hummed. “Alright, if you say so.” He stood there in silence a bit longer, but Jiang Cheng was used to this strange behavior that Wei Wuxian had adopted. If Jiang Cheng called him out on it, it would only be met with an irritated glare, and despite his desire to kick him into his place for it, it was a harmless behavior despite its strangeness.

As if finally deciding something, Wei Wuxian saluted his sect leader and then strolled out of the office, off on his little adventure.

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wander-wren · 1 year ago

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always gold is such a ronan song and someone else said this a long long time ago but they said it wrong and it’s lived in my brain ever since. the right way.

because always gold is about a brother who is good and solid and dependable talking to his fuckup of a brother and telling him that even if no one else thinks he’s worth anything, he still is to the speaker.

which, i can see why one would then interpret ronan as the subject of the song, the “you” if you will. but i dont think he is. come with me. take my hand.

this song is not about declan and ronan. this song is about ronan and adam, circa call down the hawk.

We were tight-knit boys, brothers in more than name

You would kill for me, and knew that I’d do the same

do i have to explain this one. it’s them. except ofc for the brothers bit but note the past tense

And it cut me sharp, hearing you’d gone away

harvard. do i need to say more?

But everything goes away, yeah, everything goes away

But I’m going to be here till I’m nothing but bones in the ground

the fact that ronan is tied to the barns both literally and metaphorically, and adam wants out of henrietta more than anything???

the “everything goes away” bit you can chalk up to ronan’s immense number of losses and also his general depression/suicidal tendencies

And I was there when you grew restless

You left in the dead of the night

And I was there when three months later

You were standing in the door, all beaten and tired

And I stepped aside

POINTS WILDLY. HARVARD. THE VISIT TO HARVARD. THE MURDER CRABS. YOU KNOW?? technically ronan left but close enough. and then adam came BACK to the barns to visit and ronan almost shot him. do you see the vision

We were opposites at birth, I was steady as a hammer

No one worried ‘cause they knew just where I’d be

“this isn’t a ronan line” says the poor naive children. i’d argue that it is! maybe not in the way it was originally meant, but generally people know where ronan is and what he’s doing because he’s reliable even in his self destruction. you know? he gets into trouble but always in the same way, in the same places. and to be honest most people except declan and gansey dont seem to worry about him so much as write him off because he’s never going to change. also i think the hammer comparison is very ronancore.

They said you were the crooked kind, that you would never have no worth

But you were always gold to me

the way adam is ostracized for being poor and the way he is described as looking strange….boy literally gets POSSESSED. he even thinks this about himself when he buries his real identity and lies to his harvard friends. but the first moment ronan lays eyes on him he prays to god and asks please. this is the most pynch line ever

And back when we were kids, we swore we knew the future

And our woods would take us halfway ‘round the world

the fact that adam is a literal psychic and they had a literal magical forest is so fitting. but also metaphorically they did have plans for their future together, and those plans did get wrecked in the dreamer trilogy. theres two lines after this about that but i cant really relate them to pynch directly theyre just about the broken dream

But I am fine with where I am now

This home is home and all that I need

But for you, this place is shame

But you can blame me when there’s no one left to blame

Oh, I don’t mind

these lines are why i cant see this as a declan & ronan song, i’m sorry. ronan loves the barns too much for it to be a shameful place. but we KNOW that adam sees his past/henrietta as shameful. we KNOW ronan would take the brunt of adam’s anger if that’s what he needed. declan is a nicer brother than ronan wants to believe but that’s not really his sentiment

And all my life, I’ve never known where you’ve been

There were holes in you, the kind that I could not mend

adam and all his secrets….adam and all his problems that his pride won’t let ronan fix. that ronan isn’t enough to fix because it’s not his job and boy needs therapy!

And I heard you say, right when you left that day

“Does everything go away?”

Yeah, everything goes away

not entirely sure how i want to interpret this, because i like the idea of it being a more positive spin on the first time its said, but also in book context adam leaving in cdth is not really a positive, nor is everything that happens after. it almost feels worse if you think about how adam is the one who loses ronan for a time right after this. adam can’t trust good things, and ronan can’t lie and say he’s not going to go and, uh, become an ecoterrorist

But I’m gonna be here till forever

So just call when you’re around

the end of this song in general makes me cry bc of the way it cuts off RIGHT at the last second, as opposed to the like, 1:30 second intro. especially when the last time they did the chorus (i didnt include it bc repetitive) it went “i’m gonna be here till i’m nothing but bones in the ground (so quiet down)”

something something….no longer talking about dying. that’s very ronan’s character arc-shaped. but the way the familiar music and the extra bit of “so quiet down” isn’t there, it feels cut off, unfinished.

like you’re waiting.

it’s unbearably sad but also soso tender, i know you can’t be here, i know you can’t stay and i can’t fix it, but if you need me, just call.

and let’s not even mention ronan’s aversion to phones that doesn’t quite seem to extend to adam parrish.

so. there you have it. always gold is a ronan song but also, more importantly, a pynch song. [bows]

#the raven cycle #call down the hawk #pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #the dreamer trilogy #wren wrambles

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phantomtwitch · 1 year ago

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Congrats on finishing Echoes!!!!!!!

Do you have tips on writing such a long fic? How much planning did you do ?

Ahhh, thank you!!!!

For finishing such a long fic, I have some suggestions, but I think like a lot of writing advice it's a very "your mileage will vary" depending on your own processes. Long and honestly kind of rambling answer (and some mild spoilers for Echoes) below the cut:

So in terms of planning, I'm not really much of a planner to be honest. I know plenty of authors that will do detailed outlines, map out scenes, and then proceed to write each scene or chapter in a very structured way. It works for them, and it's worth a try if you haven't done it before, but I've found it just doesn't suit my general style.

My outline was a lot vaguer. I had basic concepts ideas I wanted to explore - No One Knows AU, Hazmat AU, Danny being friends with the ghosts as Fenton despite being hated as Phantom, and an identity reveal. My basic structure at the start was split into four parts, with each part highlighting a different reveal with different people in his life, but after finishing the first one with Valerie, I found that while it worked okay as a standalone, as a long fic it just . . . didn't. When I started doing the next part, it felt too repetitive and too much like the exact same thing with just the person swapped out, so even though I liked that first bit overall, I scrapped it in favor of trying to do something else because I still wanted to get to that end point where his family and friends all knew the truth.

So instead I tried to think about what could bring some of these people together to kind of discover some things in tandem instead of separately (hence the possession bit I came up with, which wasn't part of my original concept), and then from there the second part felt really natural as I realized I had to deal with the fallout from what happened there and it allowed me to bring the Fenton parents in more, too. I knew the last part was always going to end with my interpretation of Reign Storm, so it mostly became a question of how to get there in the context of the themes that started to develop as I wrote (namely around forgiveness, trust, hope, etc).

Dividing it into three parts with a different focus that still supported the overall story and character arcs helped a ton. Not getting too fixated on editing as I went along was also a big, important piece, since that's something I've struggled with intensely in the past. I want things to be perfect, and part of finishing this meant accepting that it wouldn't be and that it was okay and that, in all honesty, some of the things that make it imperfect are part of what makes it so near and dear to my heart.

(I will say, though, that I definitely indulged that impulse to go back and edit occasionally, since it helped refresh my memory as I wrote and scratch that itch. It was just important not to fall into a trap of only doing that instead of writing, too).

I tried to do a few scenes out of order, but found that never worked for me, I think in part because I was figuring out a lot of things as I went along. I'll still, occasionally, write out the bit in a fic that I really, really want on the page if I feel like I can't continue writing without getting it out first, but that version of it virtually never ends up in the final piece.

Other things that were important for me . . .

Finishing the fic before I posted it. Other folks can write and post as they go. I can't. I don't usually figure out everything until I'm basically done, and at that point I need to go back and rewrite and add bits to make the whole thing work. I think some of the chapters I didn't have in the first solid draft of my finished fic would surprise people. The unfinished fics on my old FFN profile are a testament to this - there's more than one I stopped there because I wrote myself into a corner I couldn't figure out how to get out of, or took on something that was way too ambitious or went in a direction I found I ultimately didn't want to go.

It also helped me avoid feeling that intense pressure of not wanting to disappoint people that were reading. Like, that was still there, but because the fic was functionally done, it didn't impact my ability to finish writing it, if that makes sense, and instead really impacted how I approached editing it instead.

But posting with space between the chapters mattered, too, since it allowed me to read people's comments which sometimes brought up things I hadn't considered and that I occasionally (but not always) worked into the fic later. One of the comments from dp-marvel 94, I think, had a huge impact on me when it came to how I approached the epilogue. While some parts of the epilogue didn't change much from my initial draft, a not so small part did, and I am much, much happier for the change since it really helped to tie up Danny's character growth and some of the themes I'd written into the fic.

(I suspect a beta-reader could have helped with that, but I was too anxious/terrified to ask anyone to be honest even as I knew it would probably make the fic better).

I also let my fic sit for like a month after I finished it without touching it, and then I went back and reread the entire thing, which helped me realize what I was missing, things I should added, deleted bits that I should also put back in (I never, ever permanently delete anything I write. I have a ton of documents that are an absolutely bonkers amount of pages full of stuff I deleted, if only because sometimes I realize that there are bits of those things that can be salvaged or worked in later).

And honestly? I just type fast. That's not terribly helpful advice and I know it, but it means I can indulge a lot of the vague ideas/thoughts I have without feeling like it's setting me back much since I can easily write a few thousand words in an hour.

Really, though, it's thinking about what you want to do with the fic and pushing through the anxiety/fear/perfectionism or whatever other thing is stopping you from finishing, and picking an idea that you love enough that you want to see it through to the end despite the blood, sweat, and tears you'll be pouring into it.

#my writing #fanfic #danny phantom #asks #i'm not sure this answer was helpful lol #maybe????#but it's the best i got with my mind half-functioning while still feeling pretty cruddy #physically cruddy not like emotionally

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morrigan-sims · 1 year ago

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Please talk about your oc 🥺🙏 I'd love to hear all abt him

Panic!!! Hi!!!!!

Rook is my Swashbuckler Rogue for the DnD campaign I'm currently playing. He's a half-elf, and the bastard son of a nobleman, and the love of my life.

putting this under the cut because it's going to get SO LONG

His father and step-mother thought he was a huge embarrassment, so they weren't exactly his biggest fans. (If you see me tag his posts as "Adrian Lockwood", that's his birthname.) He ended up running away at age 17 and joining the crew of a pirate ship named the Tide Breaker under Captain Zara. He looked up to her immensely, and she taught him everything he knows about sailing and swordsmanship. She also gifted him his magic rapier.

He was promoted to first mate a few years later, which some people didn't take kindly to, since he was the youngest on the ship. He said anyone who had an issue could challenge him to a duel, and thought that would solve the problem. It didn't quite, and a few months later some of his crew mates bought him a drugged drink and sold him to a rival pirate captain, a cruel woman by the name of Captain Kora Wolf.

He was on board her ship, the Sea Snake, for two years before he managed to escape, setting the ship on fire in the process. Captain Wolf swore to hunt him down and kill him if he ever escaped, and he can only imagine how much more angry she is now that her ship was damaged.

He ran away to the Feywild, where he met up with the adventuring party and has been with them ever since.

He's generally a pretty easy-going guy. Kind, good sense of humor, always down to chat, he makes friends easily. He's a little bit superstitious, and believes every ship should have a ship's cat, or else it's Bad Luck.

He's very impulsive, often to the degree of recklessness. Sometimes it seems like he has no fear of death. He does, it's just that everything he's ever done, from leaving home to joining a pirate ship to joining an adventuring crew he'd only known for a few hours, has been because of his fear of being stagnant and bored. He wants to do interesting things and see the world, and if that leads to an untimely death, then hopefully it was worth it.

He's also claustrophobic because of the time spent in a tiny room on the Sea Snake.

Just last session he got possessed and almost killed three of his part members, including poisoning one of them with fey scorpion venom he's been carrying around for 11 sessions that I had kind of forgotten about. He feels absolutely awful about it, and is lowkey mad that his party members didn't knock him out if that was what it took to stop him from hurting people.

Oh, and Captain Wolf who kidnapped him is known as "Aunt Kory" to two of the party members (including the one who got poisoned), so that's going to be interesting when we meet her.

Me and another player also decided that Rook's closest friend in the party is the party's 40-something year old werewolf gunslinger, who Rook looks up to for having his life put together. Rook kind of sees him as a dad, in a way.

Oh, and our next dungeon is circus-themed, and I gave the DM the idea for a mirror-maze fight where you have to roll a d4 to see if you even hit the real image. (Kind of like a Mirror Image spell, but applied to the whole fight.) And the DM said I might get Boots of Haste after this dungeon!! And another party member is planning to buy me nice armor, because I'm the party's only melee fighter and my AC is a measly 15.

Here, have some images:

Image Collage that fits him well.

Art I commissioned from the lovely and amazing @/saplingdraws here on tumblr.

#panicsimss #ask morrigan #oc asks #oc: Rook #oc: Adrian Lockwood #dnd characters #sorry for dumping a novel on you Panic. If you read the whole thing I am giving you the biggest hugs!#(that goes for anyone btw.)

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mandizo · 2 years ago

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the latest spoke video possessed me for a bit . i also had a rough day today resulting in me writing this unreadable ramble about him on my textbook . talking about ls is literally my coping mechanism......... you might die reading this you have been warned. all the "spoke" in this refer to c!spoke btw

i have s ome very brief and short and concisely worded opinions on the new spoke video ! i want this to be some kinda character study but im not mentally capable enough to do that rn. my favourite part of spoke is his like. personality in general especially how he thinks and how he works to achieve his goals if i dont get it out of my system RIGHT NOW i will explode .

is spoke evil? well in my humble opinion his actions do come from what he thinks are correct / the right thing to do. most notably "to bring peace to lifesteal" at the end of season three. i genuinely dont think this is a lie or a smokescreen to hide his evil intentions etc. but like how bringing peace to lifesteal literally meant to kill everyone permanently, it does seem that he takes quite the radical route to do stuff every time, which caused real harm and destruction. i dont think that gets discussed enough

wiping out the entire server for peace ? whatever ill let that slide. sure . exploiting and taking advantage of the last bit of sympathy and kindness in lifesteal players by staging a fake spawn trap as bait to trick apo members wanting to rescue terry into talking? uhhhhh whatever sure. ok yea. "you can kill him if you want . you can start killing them if you want (o^^o)" blatantly saying that with a smile? "in parrots eyes this is a friendship reunited [...] however this is only one step of my true master plan."??????okay you need to be put in a padded cell immediately. actually that might be to humane you should be put on a remote island as far as possible from land . but you also did nothing wrong innocent lil dude whos just a bit silly. i think you should be put in human society and be allowed to do whatever you want

in conclusion i despise you spoke from spokeishere and i love you . i want to hug you then scream in your ears at the top of my lungs when you least expect. your awful you're evil and you're innocent and you're awesome. you treat trust from others like its nothing. you exploit other people s kindness . you always do things for the greater good. and you're spokeishere (i think thats what his name is i dont watch him that much)

in conclusion of the conclusion. did he really have to all that do achieve his goals that apparently are actually very good and good for the sever? are his goals really that honourable anymore when achieving them comes with such a hefty price tag and death toll? what if in a future event his goals aren't the morally correct thing to do in the first place, then with a passion for working towards his ideals as strong as his, wouldn't mean that he is the ultimate bad person? is he a bad guy anyway ??????my answer to that will be a resounding: "uh idk"

spoke never did anything wrong btw. aldo does anyone else think spoke sounds like hes 7 years old sometimes. not his sentences his voice, he

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#lifesteal #spokeishere #this is definitely enough to constitute as a diagnosis for some kind of mental illness #no actual way being this. normal ! about block lego people and their lego swords #please dont block me im normal i swear i swear i swear #what does any of this mean

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dark-side-blog3 · 1 year ago

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This is that very shy anon from a couple of days ago, so hello 👋😅

I was curious, since you said you really liked lucid obsessive yanderes, if you had any strong opinions on things you like/dislike about the other three types?

I think it's a matter of different strokes for different folks! All types are good tropes, I just have a preference!

I like lucid obsessive yandere. That doesn't mean I don't like delusional obsessives-- they can be fun too! They're pretty fun to tease! They just seem like they'd be a bit... Too easy to tease. Once you figure out the rules of their delusional world, you can play into the fantasy, push boundaries, and make them get all upset and fearful of your reaction. It's a lot of fun for me, but maybe not so much for them. It's a good trope actually! The only thing that any kind of delusional gives way to is that trope where the reader is just a replacement for any other person... But that's just a personal squick.

Possessives are... Okay, I guess. I find them a bit boring. I mean, it can be fun if they're overprotective? But if they're sadistic... Then it's just :/ whatever. I am not a prize to behold, because there is no achievement in keeping me in your house. I don't even leave my own house if I don't force myself to. Like... Congrats? You had a couch and a fridge. I stayed. Not that impressive. And there can't be two egocentric bitches in this house-- we'll tear each other apart.

I think I just like the worship that comes from an obsessive yandere. But a possessive thinks they're impressive for keeping me under their control, or that they're noble for protecting me, or just generally being selfish in what I can provide for them.

A delusional possessive is a bit more fun for my personality type than a lucid possessive. You can barter with a delusional. You can make them self-reflect and shatter that illusion, use it to hurt them. You can argue. You can plan. You can manipulate. That's half the fun in my opinion.

But a lucid possessive would know what they're doing is wrong, and they'd know that a normal person wouldn't want someone possessive. And they'd be wary of any seeming obedience-- because in their mind they deserve it, but you're going to fight them. You don't know they deserve it yet. You haven't been broken enough to submit this easily.

It would be harder to escape a lucid possessive yandere, and if I sub come to Stockholm syndrome, they wouldn't be very interesting... You might just be bored all day, waiting for them to come home so you can cuddle and they move on without you. It would drive me mad to think my life is supposed to revolve around them but they get to have a life outside of me... If I get Stockholm, we BOTH have to be crazy for each other! It's not fair otherwise! I demand grand gestures! I demand equality!

I am too high maintenance to be owned by a possessive... I'd probably fair better with an obsessive.

But the other half of the fun of yandere's is being forced into an incompatible relationship anyways~

#shy anon #writer confession #writer confessions #anon ask

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belasso-arch · 1 year ago

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rebecca will argue to the moon and back that ted isn’t the best at making a fuss of himself. that doesn’t mean she won’t do it for him.

there are whispers emerging through the rest of richmond this morning ─ excitement towards a surprise party later, planning from the best people she could possibly think of to put something perfect together, among other little things brought together for when he shows up all the way until he heads home. a token, the least he deserves. and if he doesn’t appreciate birthdays, ( something she doubts but can feel herself all the same, ) maybe it’ll bring him comfort.

there’s a palpable cheer in the air, and it leads itself up the stairs all the way into her office. the box sits neatly where she’s grown accustomed to him sitting for biscuits with the boss ─ a watch inside she’d spent longer than she’d ever care to admit shopping around and eventually picking out, ( it’s only the first, she won’t accept the humility of not being spoiled from anyone ) the gold ribbon neatly lined over the center when she catches him slip in through the door. there’s a message missing ─ birthday wishes penned in cursive she’d argue is too sentimental had it been anyone else, but knows she’d never find the words face to face.

so she can't help the bright, lightly panicked morning when she slides the card into the envelope, scolding herself for not doing it at home when her pen is dropped with a gentle clatter, hands sprawled over his gift before sliding them forward. “ and of course ─ happy birthday. ”

ted's not one to particularly care about his birthday. the novelty of it was lost the moment he became an adult. now it just appears more as a nuisance than anything else. though he appreciates the little happy birthday's he's received while walking to work, and the excitement on henry's face to be the first person to wish him such that morning.

the team and everyone at richmond all have their own unique skills, but none possess the power to lie, or hide things. well. . . other than roy and beard, he supposes. he can sense that there's something planned. every time he walks into the room, hushed, excited whispers drop to nothing, before everyone gathers their wit to instead wish ted a happy birthday. he's already planning his 'surprised' face.

even though it's technically his day, habits are habits, and traditions reign supreme, so he spent the night prior baking rebecca's biscuits to bring in today, regardless. he takes the steps to her office two at a time, only pausing to speak briefly with higgins who was, as everyone else had been, excited to wish him something very important. it's as a result that he smiles while tapping his knuckles against the door to the room, peaking his head in. " knock-a-doodle-doo, boss! "

throughout the three years that he's worked for rebecca, he's come to find that she's an incredibly kind, caring, and generous person. but there's something he favors about her above all that- she's silly. and he can't help the amusement that washes over his face in regards to the haste and stress she's clearly showcasing in this very moment. " i appreciate your kind words, and i offer you a very good mornin' right back at you! " he steps further in, plopping down in the chair facing her desk, and brandishing the biscuits before her. " now i see that there's a real pretty box sittin' on your desk that ain't normally there, and it may be a bit presumptuous of me to think that's for me, but if it is, i just wanna be the first to tell you that you didn't have to get me anything. you keep my employed, and that's definitely the best gift i could ask for. "

#afuckinglion #arc. main au.#i love them SO bad

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s-creations · 3 years ago

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The Nightmares - The Aftermath Series

The physical scars have been healed, but the mental ones are taking a bit longer. Especially when MK continually has nightmares, dreaming about if the plan hadn't worked.

He could deal with it! ...Maybe.

Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: General Audience Relationships: Shadowpeach, MK&SunWukong, MK&Macaque Warnings/Additional Tags: Nightmares are not fun, Possessed kid has a name, Not sure if it’s the right one but it’s what we’re going with, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Shadowpeach

It all fell apart so quickly.

Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, and Redson had been captured when the first three weren’t able to stop the shadow spirits of the spider demons. Which led to Redson unable to free Mei from her crystal prison. Where they were, MK wasn’t sure. Only knew of this loss when the giant mech started wielding two large, red flamed swords.

The panic only grew when the ground MK was standing on shook. Turning to find Wukong, fully possessed with eyes glowing an eerie blue focused on the teen, standing imposingly. With Macaque held in hand by his throat, the black furred monkey clearly broken and unmoving. MK wincing when said monkey was tossed forward. Landing a few feet away from the shocked teen.

“What a pitiful attempt. I did warn you child, the Monkey King couldn’t stop me. So what made you think you could? A scared child carrying a title that shouldn’t belong to him. How sad.” Lady Bone Demon’s voice seemed to come from everywhere, echoing in MK’s head. But matter how hard the teen searched, he couldn’t see her. “Don’t fret, I’ll make your end quick… Not by my hands though.”

A wind rushed past the teen and, facing forward once more, MK’s felt fear encompassing him. Wukong was now mere inches away. Having covered the distance between them easily.

“Monkey Ki-” MK’s voice was cut off when a hand was wrapped around his throat. Hands reaching up to claw desperately at the arm that started to lift him up. Legs now reach out to kick Wukong away. Which amounted to nothing as the golden monkey was stoic as he stared the teen down. Who gasped and weezed as MK tried to get air into his lungs. “P-Please…”

“I told you child. These selfless actions will lead to nothing but pain.”

MK woke with a hard gasp. Sucking in air greedily as he sat up. Mind swimming with fear and grogginess as a hand reached up to touch his neck. There was nothing there, but he could still feel the pressure. The fingers and claws digging into his skin.

Blurry vision made MK realize that he had started crying. The teen reached up to desperately wipe the tears away, which amounted to nothing as more followed. Until he was burying his face into his pillow to quiet his sobs. He really didn’t need Pigsy or Tang rushing up here. They were already on pins and needles making sure MK was recovering well, physically and mentally. And MK really didn’t want that kind of attention on him. They had enough to worry about, their own fears and worries to work on.

MK could handle this on his own. At least, that’s what he’d liked to tell himself. But if the tear soaked pillow case and weight of exhaustion were any indications, MK wasn’t doing well.

Sniffing weakly and rubbing his face, MK decided it was time to get up. His movements were slow as he went through this normal morning routine. Head pounding, wanting to fall asleep but not wanting to have that nightmare again. Now uncomfortably dry eyes moved over to the window. Showing the numerous construction machines currently being used by the city to repair itself. It had only been a few days since Lady Bone Demon had been defeated and there were still plenty of open wounds. The crowded streets even more so with the large equipment that congested the road. All of it was an attempt to get back to normal as quickly as possible.

MK just wished he could reach a semblance of peace before attempting normal. Five minutes before 9:00 and the teen was heading downstairs. The noodle shop already had a large line outside the front door. Pigsy’s cooking was in full swing as he prepared for the day's orders. Tang was already sitting at the bar. A plate of dumplings resting before the human as he wrote in a new notebook.

“Ah, good morning MK,” Tang called out upon seeing the teen, “Sleep well?”

MK held himself back from wincing as the dream flashed in his mind. “Uh, yeah, I slept great. Ready to face the day!”

“Good to hear, because I already have a number of orders for you to deliver.” Pigsy said from the stove. Turning down the heat and wiping his brow as he faced the teen. “I know you’re planning on seeing Monkey King today. But we’re gonna be busy for a while.”

“It’s okay. He’s not expecting me until later today. More than enough time to help!” MK’s smile faltered upon noticing the hard look his boss was now giving him. “Um…what’s up?”

“Kid, have you been sleeping okay?”

“Uh- yeah! W-Why do you ask?”

“You’re looking a little pale. Those are some nasty bruises under your eyes too. Anything you want to talk about?”

“Nope! Unless it’s a discussion about all those orders that need to be delivered! I’ll get on those now, don’t wait up!” MK knew everything sounded forced, wincing at the volume his voice reached as he grabbed the bags before leaving. Trying not to notice the concerned looks that Pigsy and Tang shared.

The cart was soon packed up and MK was heading out. A deep breath leaving him as he relaxed.

He really didn’t need them to worry. He had a handle on this.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Move on.

The morning and early afternoon, it was business as usual. MK driving around the healing city easily, darting around the numerous machines and cars with no problems. Every time he arrived back at the shop, he had more bags to pick up. Barely having time for a breather before MK was out the door once more. He even ate his own lunch quickly before he had to leave. When the later afternoon/early evening started to roll around, the orders started to dwindle. Eventually, Pigsy announced that MK only had to go out one more time before finishing up.

MK smiled softly as he traveled through the city once more. Even though he still felt tired, the dream was far from his mind. Feeling at peace as he looked towards the horizon where the sun was barely starting to sink below it. Thinking that maybe tonight would be the night he slept. Either peacefully or completely passed out, he’d take it. Returning to the shop, MK started humming the song that had been stuck in his head for the past hour as he turned off the cart. Making his way up the front entrance slowly before bursting into the restaurant.

“Pigsy, I’m ba-” MK felt his throat close upon seeing a newcomer at the counter.

Bai Mingwei, school bag resting at her feet and eating a bowl of noodles, looked over when MK walked in. Eyes widening with glee upon seeing the teen. It wasn’t uncommon to see the girl in the shop as she’d been able to create a bond with the small family that had saved her from possession. Coming around to the shop after her school let out to connect further with her newest friends. MK had seen her plenty of times.

So there was no reason for him to suddenly tense up. Heart racing as he felt an unwanted chill settle in him. His mind screamed that he needed to run, get out! Lady Bone Demon was right there- why wasn’t he moving!

“Kid? Kid! Breathe kid, what’s going on with you?” Pigsy’s voice broke through the panicked fog, a hand landing on MK’s shoulder.

The teen stumbled away from the touch, running into the door frame. Wide eyes darting around caught the worried/panicked looks that were being returned to him. Unable to stay on the young girl’s face as it made MK’s stomach twisted with fear.

“MK,” Pigsy continued cautiously, “Kid, you need to talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I…I need to leave!” That was all MK said before he was out the door again. Using his staff to launch himself into the air and as far away from the store as he could. A part of him knew he was being foolish, knew Lady Bone Demon was gone, that Bai was a sweet girl who loved cats.

But at that moment, MK couldn’t tell the difference between the two and it made him feel sick.

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Wukong frowned, waiting at the waterfall entrance while resting on his cloud. Eyes glaring at the slowly sinking sun.

The kid was late, really late. He’d tried calling MK (with the cellphone that Mei insisted the Monkey King just had to get), but all calls were left unanswered. Wukong was tempted to go off to just search for the kid. Maybe MK got distracted by something? Or he was hanging with Mei and lost track of time? Or he’d been cornered in some dark alleyway and he’s-

Stop, she’s not here, she’s gone, MK’s fine.

Wukong’s already strained nerves almost shattered when the quiet was interrupted by a loud ringing. Realizing it was the cellphone going off. Answering it before he could correctly see who was calling him. “MK, kid, where are-”

“Not MK, but we do have an issue.” The panicked voice of Pigsy answered.

“Issue? What issue? Is MK-”

“Just, stop talking and listen. MK freaked out and ran out of the shop. We can’t find him anywhere in the city. He wouldn’t happen to be with you, would he?”

“No…no, he’s actually late for his training. I haven’t seen him at all today.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know of any locations he could get to that we couldn’t? Because we’re honestly out of ideas.”

“I have a few. I’ll go check them out and report back.”

“...Thanks. Make sure you talk to the kid too. Something’s been off with him today.”

“Right, will do, yeah.” Wukong ended the call and wracked his brain. Running through a list of places he’d shown the kid over the few months. Eventually narrowing down areas he knew MK could get to and took off. Worry only grew as each place was just as empty as the last. “Come on MK, where are you? What has you so freaked out?”

His phone goes off again. Once again answering it without looking at the caller id. “I haven’t found him yet Pigsy. Have you had any luck?”

“If I didn’t know that was the name of one of the kid’s friends, I’d say you’re rude.”

“Macaque?” MK frowned, “What are you calling me for? Wait, you have a cellphone?”

“Youngsters normally just say ‘phone’ instead of ‘cellphone’. Just a heads up so you don’t sound too old.”

Wukong pulled his phone away, MK’s name flashing up in the caller id. “You have MK’s phone? Is he with you?”

“Yeah, he is. It’s kind of why I’m calling. He just showed up at the, uh, well worn battle ground? Sure, we’ll go with that, and he’s not looking too great. Any idea what happened?”

“No. Pigsy-”

“Which one is that?”

“The, uh, the pig chef that MK works for.”

“Oh…yeah, no, should have known. Go ahead.”

“Anyway, Pigsy says MK was returning from delivering orders and just…freaked out.”

“Well, he’s still freaked out. Can you get over here? I’m not quite sure what to do about all of this.”

Wukong laughed softly. “Yeah, I’ll be there soon. Just keep the kid there.”

“Can do.”

The call ended and Wukong was off once more. Finding the area still damaged from the numerous battles that had been held there. The crater where MK had been trapped by the staff was still standing strong. Wukong shivering, mind flashing for a moment if he hadn’t been fast enough to block that punch-

Nope. We’re moving beyond. Time to focus on the future.

Against another rock wall rested MK and Macaque. The teen curled into a ball. Knees tucked in close, hiding his face away in the crossed arms. Macaque was leaning back against the rock wall, looking ahead, appearing not to have a care in the world. His tail draped easily over MK’s shoulder. The black furred monkey looked up upon hearing Wukong touch down.

“About time,” Macaque leaned over to nudge MK’s arm, “Hey kid, look who joined us! It’s your egotistical mentor.”

Wukong pointedly ignored the comment and the smirk, instead focusing on his successor. Bending down to get closer to MK. “Hey bud, you’ve been missing for a few hours, you’re worrying a lot of people. You were late for training and I got a call from a kind of frantic Pigsy.”

The Monkey King frowned at Macaque’s clear and over the top throat clearing. The Shadow Warrior shaking his head with a pointed glare. Wukong, in turn, frowned, raising his brow with a shrug. A clear but silent question of ‘What’s wrong?’. To which Macaque rolls his eyes and jerks his head to the side. An indication to have a conversation away from the distressed teen.

Wukong gave a gentle squeeze to MK’s shoulder, who didn’t look up, before following Macaque’s lead. “What.”

“You’re an actual idiot.”

“Okay, great, thanks. What does that have to do with anything?”

“The kid’s already stressed enough as is and you just come flying down, asking those kinds of questions? He doesn’t need a cross examination right now. He needs to know someone’s here to offer comfort and an ear when he’s ready to talk.”

“That’s an interesting take, coming from you.”

Macaque suddenly looked uneasy, crossing his arms. “The kid talked a lot during breaks when training.”

“When training- Oh, right, that,” Wukong felt something burn in his stomach, “If you’re so good at something like this, why am I here?”

“Are you honestly going to be bitter about that? I figure enough has popped up to let that remain in the past. As well as we have a distressed teen to worry about in the back.”

Arms crossed, the Monkey King gave a small huff but nodded. “Alright, then you explain to me what I need to do. If you’re such an expert.”

“Just go sit with the kid.” Was the simple reply.

Wukong raised his hands in defeat and walked back over. Aware that Macaque’s eyes were following him. The Monkey King took the place where the other monkey had once sat. His own tail reached up to wrap around MK’s shoulders. “Hey kid, I’m back. Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

No reply.

Letting out a small sigh, he leaned over, replacing his tail with his arm. Pulling the kid closer. Resting his chin on MK’s shoulder. “I can’t understand what’s wrong if you don’t talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I saw Bai in the store.” MK’s voice was muted slightly as he was still hiding his face.

“Oh…okay,” Wukong frowned. Looking over to Macaque, who quietly waved him on. “Well, she’s a sweet kid. Did something happen to-”

“I thought she was the Lady Bone Demon again.”

“Oh…” Swallowing weakly, Wukong attempted to pull MK as close as possible. Trying to put as much comfort in the one-armed hug as he could. “Look, I know the entire thing was intense, and that’s an understatement. But I know she’s gone, you now she’s gone. The Lady Creep can’t hurt anyone any more. I promise.”

Wukong allowed silence to fall between them for a few minutes before continuing. “Why did you think Lady Bone Demon was back?”

“...I’ve been having dreams…”

“Do you want to tell me about them?”

MK let out a shaky breath before continuing. “It’s when we were all on the mech, the one she made… Everyone was captured, she had Mei’s powers… You hurt Macaque…”

Wukong quickly looked up to the Shadow Warrior. Who pointedly looked away upon hearing that from MK, reaching up to rub his right eye. “Okay, what else happened kid?”

“She said she knew I wouldn’t be able to stop her. Said that I didn’t earn the title and…” MK shivered weakly, tightening the grip on his arms. Wukong wrapped both of his arms around the trembling teen. Curling around the teen in what the golden monkey was hoping was a comforting way. “You attacked me…”

Wukong had a feeling this part was coming, but that didn’t hurt any less hearing MK choke it out. “Kid…”

“You were possessed and the staff wasn’t nearby and…”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Wukong whispered softly, “Never again. It was just a dream, you’re okay kid. It’s going to be okay.”

The Monkey King shifted to kneel in front of the teen once more. Reaching out to grip the teen’s hands gently. MK still not looking up. “Look at me kid, let me show you that everything’s okay.”

“I-I can’t, I don’t want to see…”

Wukong faltered slightly at that, but knew that should have been expecting that as well. Knew that MK was worried he was going to see the possessed Monkey King again. Even he was worried about waking up one day to have an unwelcoming chill travel down his spine. What was he supposed to say to comfort the teen when Wukong was fearful too.

He jumped when an arm was wrapped around him. Not fighting back when a black furred cheek easily pressed against his. Ears twitching hearing a familiar comforting rumble sound from Macaque’s chest. One that Wukong responded to equally, eyes closing in contentment. Feeling his shoulders drop slowly as he relaxed.

“Are you two…purring?” MK’s voice broke through the quiet moment.

The golden monkey peered back over to the teen, who was peeking up cautiously. Ignoring the wince when he and MK’s eyes connected. “Uh, yeah?”

“...Monkeys don’t purr?”

“They also normally don’t talk, or fight, or have mystical powers. So just chalk this up to another interesting quirk.” Macaque responded this time with a smirk.

Wukong laughed softly seeing the confused look that flashed over MK’s face. He reached out to cup the teen’s cheek to raise MK’s head up further. The teen instantly reaches out to grip onto the golden monkey’s arm, pressing into the comforting hand as a small sob escapes him. Both monkey’s instantly reached out to pull the teen close. MK immediately surrounded by warmth and comfort, the quiet rumbling returning as the teen’s walls finally crumbled.

“You’re okay kid,” Wukong said softly, nuzzling against the teen’s shoulder, “Just let it out. It’s gonna be okay, it’ll take time but I promise. And I’ll be right there the entire time.”

MK only whimpered as a response, a hand reaching up to grip onto both Wukong and Macaque. The golden monkey smiled, looking up to give a small thanks to the other monkey. Only to pause to find that Macaque was already looking back, a warm smile on his face. Causing something warm and comforting to wiggling gleefully in his stomach. But he had to push that aside when MK pulled away, the teen wiping his eyes.

“Sorry…” The teen said quietly.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, kid. It’s been a rough couple of…months. You’ve just reached a boiling over point.” Wukong said calmly.

“Bai’s never going to want to be in the same room with me now. And we were getting along so well.”

“The kid’s forgiving,” Macaque spoke up, “She’s not one to hold grudges and she understands where this is coming from. Bai’s not going to hold this over you. She’ll more than likely laugh this off than anything.”

The Shadow Monkey looked up when silence followed his statement. A deep flush formed, realizing Wukong was smirking. “What?”

“You seem rather close to Bai,” Wukong leaned closer as his smirk grew, “Have you been hanging out with her without us knowing?”

“I- What? No. Pfft, what are you on about? You’re so weird right now.”

“Uh huh, sure. And that cute little blush is just there for show?” Wukong laughed when Macaque quickly raised his scarf to cover his ears and cheeks. “Aww, are you embarrassed to have feelings-”

The golden monkey let out a cry of surprise when he was suddenly pinned to the ground. Blinking away the confusion to find Macaque smirking down at him. The mentioned blush slowly fading away. Annoyance taking over surprise, Wukong grabbed Macaque’s wrists to hold him in place while putting his feet on the Shadow Warrior’s chest. There was a brief moment of confusion before Macaque let out his own noise of surprise as he was pushed back. Quickly landing on his feet and just as fast to block the next ‘attack’.

The trading of friendly blows lasted for a few minutes before player three entered the battle. Just as Macaque was about to throw another punch, MK latched onto the arm and pulled him back. Wukong, who had been previously knelt down to block the on coming blow, only laughed as the Shadow Warrior now had to deal with a hyperactive teen. Falling quiet quickly when the noise called attention quickly back to him. Barely able to turn when he was pounced upon and easily pinned down to the ground.

A small huff left the fallen Monkey King, the short retort falling away hearing MK let out a laugh. The teen beamed as he leaned against Wukong, finally looking relaxed. The golden monkey took the relaxed teen and pulled MK down. Ignoring the indigent cry of ‘Hey!’ as he rolled them both over until Wukong was sitting up. MK lays across the monkey’s chest, smiling softly as he relaxes again.

Wukong looked up to see where Macaque went and was met with a gentle kiss. Face flushed as the black furred monkey pulled away. Unable to give a reply or comment before Macaque disappeared into the shadows with a wink.

Muttering out a ‘Cheeky monkey.’ before turning back to MK. Slightly shocked to find the teen asleep, snoring softly with his cheek pressed against Wukong’s chest. He let out a small chuckle before shifting MK to sit a bit more comfortable. Head now resting on the golden monkey’s shoulder.

“Sleep well kid, I got you… You’ll be okay.”

“You were such the perfect champion.”

Wukong’s eyes snapped open. Breathing became ragged as the unwelcoming familiar feeling of cold crawled over him. His body not responding as he tried to get away from the approaching blue fog. “Get…out…of me!”

“You had already done the majority of the ground work for me. Reforging the fire. Your successor handing his powers over to me so willingly. Then you deliver yourself right to me. How foolish you were.”

“You’re not here,” Wukong growled out, “We defeated you. I broke free-”

“Yet here I am.”

“No, you’re not. I don’t know what kind of trick this is but I’m not going to fall for it.”

“Fall for it? What do you mean? You’ve been mine for a while now. Just look at the damage you were able to do.”

The fear only grew when the surrounding darkness cleared to show the destroyed city. Not a single thing was left untouched in the wake of whatever Wukong had been forced to do. Feeling ill when he recognizes familiar forms lying on the ground. Bloody, broken, and unmoving.

“They’d fought so hard, but were clearly no match against your power.” Her voice hissed in his ear.

“No…”

“They, however, were not your largest triumph over this matter.”

Two large forms were dropped next to him. Wukong responded in turn by moving away from where they landed. Mind reeling when he realized who had ‘landed’ beside him. MK and Macaque, collapsed in a heap of broken and bleeding bodies tangled together. Glassy eyes staring at nothing.

“No!”

“They put up such a good fight. I honestly couldn’t tell you which one pleaded for you more. But they both sounded so desperate. Too bad for you, and them, you were a bit too preoccupied. You truly are the perfect champion.”

Wukong felt the fog slowly creeping back into his mind, eyes still on the broken bodies of those he cared about.

“NO!” Wukong sat up, clawing at the few blankets that covered him to tear them off. Sitting at the edge of the nest as he clutched at his head. Breathing hard and shallow as he attempts to call himself down. He flinched when something touched his back. Turning quickly to find an exhausted Macaque there.

Oh, right, he’d just popped up that evening and hadn’t left. No matter how much Wukong attempted to show he didn’t want the Shadow Warrior there. Now, however, the golden monkey was thankful that Macaque had ignored him. Wukong’s shoulders slumping in relief knowing the other was still actually alive.

“Peaches? …What’s going on? You just screamed, scared me half to death honestly…” Macaque didn’t miss the wince that fell over the golden monkey.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Wukong eventually choked out.

Macaque didn’t respond right away. Instead reaching out to cup either of Wukong’s cheeks. The golden monkey shivered when thumbs gently rubbed under his eyes. “You’re crying…”

“I am?” was the weak reply.

“What’s wrong, Peaches?”

“I…had a nightmare.” Wukong breathed out weakly, sinking into the touches.

“About what?”

Wukong shook his head at that, shutting his eyes. “I don’t want to think about it.”

“Okay, that’s fine. We’ll…We’ll talk about it later. What do you want?”

“...I want my kid.” Wukong felt a little foolish once he said it out loud. It was clearly just a dream. Macaque was here and alive, no doubt the kid was fine as well. But that thought didn’t chase away the worry gnawing at the back of his mind.

If this was a strange request, Macaque didn’t argue. Merely gave a nod before saying, “Okay, hang tight.”

Before he could comment further, Wukong watched as the other monkey disappeared into the shadows. The silence became unsettling as he waited. Wukong pulled his knees to his chest, picked at the closest blankets to try and straighten everything out. Suddenly worried that his nest was looking a little bit of a mess. He didn’t have time to fixate on that when the shadows moved once more. Two forms appear from it.

Wukong held back a thrilled chirp upon seeing MK. The kid was still clearly half asleep as he leaned against Macaque, who merely smiled. “We’re here kid.”

“Mmm? Really?” Letting out a yawn, MK rubbed his eyes before looking around. “Oh, we are… Hi Monkey King, was told something was wrong?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Wukong said, itching over slowly. “I just had a bad dream.”

“Like me?”

“...Yeah, like you. But we can worry about that later. How about we get some sleep? You look like you’re halfway there.”

MK hummed softly before looking around again. “...This a bed?”

“Something like that,” Macaque said while gently pushing MK off him and towards Wukong, “It’s comfortable, trust me. You’ll sleep just fine.”

Wukong happily collected the sleepy teen in his arms. Any remaining fear from the dream melted away as MK easily wrapped his arms around the golden monkey. Said being didn’t fight back when another pair of arms pulled him to lie back down. Macaque pulled the number of blankets back over the three of them before settling down himself.

Looking over, Macaque laughed softly, finding Wukong gently brushing MK’s hair with his fingers. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah…thanks for getting MK.”

“Anything for you Peaches.” Macaque inches closer to gently press his forehead against Wukong. Both monkey’s felt comfort and followed MK into blissful sleep.

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cat and mouse

(( harringroveson prison au )) chapter thirteen | find the rest here

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warnings | daddy kink, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, slight feminization because makeup mentions?, neil hargrove is an asshole, steve being a gay panicked confused mess (this is a permanent tag), he's also being trained with candies and i'm not sorry about it, general prison talk, stuff like that !!

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Billy and Eddie had learned Steve’s birthday wasn’t actually for a few more days; they hadn’t missed it, the card from the boys had just been early. It meant they had time to plan, throw a few things together.

Argyle and Jonathan were in charge of the cake. It wasn’t a real cake, instead having to be made of whatever snacks they could get from the commissary to pile into the shape of a cake with a cigarette stuck into the top of the mound as a makeshift candle. Eddie was in charge of making a birthday card for him, one from the two of them, and Billy was in charge of the presents.

He rang Max up to tell her what he wanted brought in the day after Steve’s card from the boys arrived – even though it took a lot of bribing to get the guards to allow him to walk to the phones. Already he knew he was going to give Stevie his blue bear from when he was a child, but he wanted a couple of other things, too. The first was a tiny little bit of makeup, just a tube of lipstick, mascara and a small eyeshadow pallet – which was definitely more for them than Steve. Another was a book, one that Eddie had told him to get so that the three of them could read it together, and the last was a cassette player. They were allowed inside, as were radios, but very few of the inmates had them. They were nearly always stolen and getting family members from the outside to bring in cassettes got old quickly.

But the inmates knew much better than to dare steal anything that belonged to Billy or his pets. They knew the consequence would involve every last bone in their greedy hands being broken so they wouldn’t be physically able to steal anything for a long time, and then, while recovering, their own cell ransacked for anything of value to be taken away from them.

He struggled with choosing which cassettes to tell her to buy because he wasn’t sure what kind of music Steve was even into. He wound up telling Max to ask the record shop keeper for whatever was popular in metal, rock, and pop, and to get one of each. If he'd had more time, he would have asked Max to make him a mixtape of a list of songs he’d gotten from Steve, but that would be for another occasion.

Maybe it’d be his special treat after Billy tore through his pretty little asshole, which was planned for the night of the day of his last check up in the infirmary. From what he could tell – and he had gotten Eddie to look for him, which had involved him threatening to knock all of Eds’ teeth out if he even thought of ever teasing him about it – the stitches were healing perfectly, which was a miracle in itself from the amount of moving he was doing.

The ‘party’ they were planning was scheduled for Steve’s actual birthday day, a Tuesday, as soon as the work shift was over. Since Billy was off the entire week, he was able to ‘wrap’ the presents in colorful paper stolen from the art room and get the cake situated on top of the closed toilet seat. It didn’t look amazing given it was all makeshift, but he even drew and cut out some paper balloons like he had for Eddie’s first birthday inside to stick onto the walls.

He hadn’t gotten to celebrate his birthday for years. From the day his Mom left to the day he’d met Chrissy, he’d pretended he just didn’t have one to try to make the fact that he wasn’t allowed to celebrate easier to deal with. Chrissy had turned a painful day around for him, had showed up outside of his camaro holding a cupcake with a candle in it and a little gift for him, and since then he loved birthdays, always wanted to try to make them as special as he could for the people he cared about.

“Well, well, 62097. Who are we celebrating?”

Billy froze up when he heard the too familiar voice from behind him. He’d gotten three full days of freedom without Creel creeping up behind him, but now it was over. After a second of internally panicking, he put on a smirk and turned around.

It almost dropped when he looked Creel in the eye, but he managed to keep it up.

“Doesn’t matter because you’re not invited. Sorry.”

Creel laughed softly, a sound that could be mistaken for human if someone didn’t know how demonic he could be. His posture was painfully straight, hands clasped in front of him. “Well, that’s not very nice. Why wouldn’t I want to come to my pet’s party?”

Every muscle in Billy’s body stiffened. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to collect you for an appointment ,” Creel drawled, and Billy nearly dropped to his knees, ready to burst into tears and beg to just be left alone. Every word he spoke felt like a taunt because Creel was the one with the power and they both knew it. “Relax, 62097. Not with me, I’ve got to wait for you to heal a little bit first. Someone is here to evaluate your mental state. Make sure you’re okay to stay here and not be transferred to a hospital.”

It was an empty threat, Billy knew that. There was no way in hell Creel would let him go somewhere where he wouldn’t have access to him anymore.

“Come now. She’s waiting for you in the infirmary.”

Creel’s hand pressed to the small of Billy’s back as he slid past him in the doorway, and it felt like he’d been prodded with a hot iron. He flinched away so hard that he nearly fell over, and Henry laughed at his suffering, rolling his eyes at his dramatics.

No one was in the hallway, all the other inmates on their work duties, and Billy could have kissed Nurse Betty’s feet when he saw she was waiting in the infirmary doorway for him. It meant he wasn’t alone, that he wasn’t going to be trapped in a room with Creel again. Someone would be there to hear him if he screamed.

“Just this way, Mr. Hargrove,” She gave Billy a polite smile and brought him into one of the private rooms.

A woman stood inside, hair as dark as Argyle’s but up in a bun so tight that Billy didn’t understand how it could have been even slightly comfortable. She held a clipboard in her hands, red nails tapping against it, impatiently waiting for the inmate to be presented to her.

Betty gestured to the bed and Billy eased up to sit on it, having to shift his weight carefully to avoid any pain. By the time he was comfortable, the nurse was long gone and he was trapped in a tiny room with Creel and the woman he was now realizing was the Flayer . The psych doctor from Chrissy’s letters, the one that was just as fucked up as Creel, if not worse in her own way.

Bodies could withstand a lot of physical pain by disconnecting from it; it was the mental torture that broke humans down.

They stood between him and the door. Even if he was in tip-top shape without a bruise on his body, he would have no way of escaping to the door. The panic that crept up his spine made it feel like the walls were closing in, forcing him closer and closer to the blonde guard and the dark haired doctor.

He hadn’t eaten a girl out in a long, long time. Years. He wondered if they were going to tag team him, if Creel would laugh while he struggled his way around a pussy.

“So this is 62097.”

The woman’s voice was sweet but not soft. It didn’t sound genuine; it was like she was putting on an act of complete bullshit to try to come across as sweeter than sugar. Her eyes didn’t have much light in them and they were the same colour as Creel’s, Billy realized.

“It’s Billy. And who are you?” Billy asked.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of them, looking between the two of them standing side by side like he was trying to find more similarities. Their jaws looked a little similar, both sharp, and they were both thin with the same painfully straight posture. The woman was shorter than Creel, though, maybe by a foot or so.

“I’m Mrs. Rogers, the psychiatrist assigned to your case. I’m going to be asking you some questions today, 62097. Is that alright with you?”

Billy then realized that every question was going to be a test, a trick. There was a right and wrong answer to whatever she was going to throw at him, and he had to learn the correct ones if he wanted to keep from going on antipsychotics or whatever else it was that could be prescribed to turn him into a mindless zombie.

“Yeah,” Billy answered, casually, eyes flicking back to Creel. “He gotta be here?”

“Of course. For my protection,” The woman raised her eyebrows a little. “You’re a convicted criminal with a history of violence and untreated mental illness. Unless you would rather we use a pro-straint chair?”

Creel’s eyes darkened at the mention of the chair, the all too familiar glint of insanity flickering through them as too many ideas filled him.

“No thank you,” Billy spoke as politely as he could, even though his throat suddenly felt trapped in a vice grip. He knew the look in Creel’s eyes, it was the same look that always came before one of his especially fucked up ideas.

“Let’s get started, then, shall we?”

******

It was past dinner time by the time they’d finally released him back to his cell. He found it empty, figuring the boys were in the cafeteria, and he sat on Steve’s bunk with his head in his hands for a while.

His mind went to Chrissy and her girls, the ones that had to deal with the Flayer like he had to deal with Creel. It was fucked up. Part of him wanted the woman to stay here so he knew Chrissy was safe, but then Eddie and Steve would both be targeted. He thought it was a complete miracle that they were still unscathed by Creel.

There was a gentle knock and Billy stood up, about ready to throw his fists up, but it was only Eddie. He poked his head into the cell door. “There you are. You weren’t here when we got off, I didn’t want you to miss the surprise. We went over to Argyle’s instead.”

“Good boy. Well done,” Billy gave him a smile, but it didn’t reach his ears. He hoped his eyes conveyed that he didn’t want to talk about it, not while it was Steve’s birthday and the focus was on him. It wasn’t exactly a light conversation to have during a party. “The birthday boy there?”

“Yeah, hang on.” The cell door shut again, and when it was shoved open again, Eddie was behind Steve with his large hands covering Steve’s eyes. “Relax, baby. This is what you do for surprises. You don’t get to look until we say,” He cooed into his ear, and Billy had to try not to laugh. It was obvious their baby was incredibly nervous, but he really had no reason to be. It was a good surprise; a great one, even. “Three, two…”

“One,” Billy finished, and Eddie uncovered his hands. Steve blinked for a few moments until he registered what he was looking at.

Billy, the almighty Hargrove, had spent the day cutting out pretend balloons and wrapping presents, even if it was the worst wrapping Steve had ever seen in his life, and he didn’t know why.

He didn’t know why he deserved it.

His lip quivered the tiniest bit, and Billy reached out to pull him into his arms. Steve’s arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tight, and Billy bent down to murmur into his ear. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good boy, and good boys get treated real good, don’t they? Bad boys are punished, and good boys get rewards. Especially on their birthday.” His hand went to Steve’s hair, very gently tugging at it to turn his head from his neck to look at the presents. It wasn’t enough to hurt him at all, he just wanted him to see them. “All for you, princess. Wrapped ‘em myself.”

“I’m impressed, Bills’. They’re way better than your wrapping at Christmas. Did you practice?” Eddie asked, deadly serious as he looked them over. They were a complete mess, Steve couldn’t even start to wonder how bad they’d looked at christmas time if these were considered amazing, but he loved them all the same. The fact that he’d even tried to wrap them meant the world to him.

“Argyle gave me some tips, actually. They’ll be here for cake before lights out. Wanted to do presents just between us,” Billy leaned over and kissed Eddie’s head, too. It was impossible not to feel better when he was with the two of them; after a rough afternoon with Creel and Alice, he needed them, needed the distraction of seeing Steve so happy.

“These can’t all be for me,” Steve said then, eyes still looking over the gifts. Billy had wrapped everything up individually so he’d have more to open – each cassette was in its own little package instead of putting them all together.

“It’s not either of our birthdays, is it?” Billy raised his eyebrows at him. “They’re all yours. Sit down, baby. Papa’ll hand them to you.”

Papa was the name Eddie had settled on. It was that, or Mommy, which he didn’t feel connected to. It was too feminine. Steve was the only one that could have gotten off on being called something like that. Billy had suggested Master, since he was so into D&D, but Eddie didn’t think that felt right, either. It sounded too harsh when he was even softer towards Steve than Billy was.

Steve sat down on the bottom bunk, and Billy sat beside him, leaning back on one of his hands as Eddie plucked the first gift up to give to him.

It was the book, which Steve had never heard of, but was incredibly grateful for all the same. Eddie immediately launched into an explanation on it and after a few minutes, Billy had to cut him off and tell him to put it on hold until later so Steve could actually get the rest of his presents open before Eddie had to go back to his cell.

The cassettes and player were a hit, too. It was going to be monitored, of course; if Steve wanted to use them, he had to ask for Billy’s permission. Eddie may have been above him, may have been in charge of him, but Daddy was the one that had the final say. Both boys had to ask him for permission.

When it came to the makeup, the eyeshadow was opened first. Steve was confused by it at first, but once he opened the lipstick, the realization dawned on him a little and he looked to Billy with eyes bigger than saucers.

“Didn’t I say I wanted to dress you up all pretty?” Billy smirked at him, at the big bambi eyes and almost frightened expression. “Gonna get Argyle to throw together some dresses for you too, princess. Think you’ll look real good as our little doll.”

When his smirk turned a little more predatory, Eddie was shoving the last present into Steve’s hands. Billy rolled his eyes to look at him, giving him a little dramatic pout for ruining his fun, and Eddie shrugged a little bit to try to play innocent.

It made no difference. Once Billy was in good enough shape to fuck again, he would be smearing the lipstick on his lips to watch it rub off first onto his cock, and then onto the sheets when Billy fucked him open from behind. He wanted to watch the eyeshadow and mascara run and make a mess on his cheeks while he cried and begged for more, more, more.

The thoughts went straight to his cock, and for a moment he thought he was going to have to redirect the princess onto his knees right then, but Steve’s tiny little gasp pulled him out of it.

“Already named him for you. Figured if I took this one, Papa could name the other one,” Billy murmured to him, watching his eyes look over the patchwork bear. It wasn’t new like the one Eddie had gifted him – it was worn out, old and raggedy, some of the blue fabric barely even blue anymore. “It’s ‘Mar,’ the Spanish word for ‘Sea’. Because he’s blue, just like the ocean. Get it?”

The name had been originally given to the bear by his Mother and it felt bizarre to say it outside of his head. She’d handcrafted the bear, sewed every piece of fabric together and made sure it was perfect before gifting it to him when he was too little to remember.

For many of his teenage years, he couldn’t look at the bear. It was the only thing of hers he had left, and it always stayed tucked away in his closet, far away from his father’s leering eyes. It used to be stored with a little picture of him and his Mom, the only one he kept, but Neil had caught Billy showing Max it when she was little and wouldn’t stop asking about her. He’d just wanted to shut her up, maybe bond with her a little, because he knew what it was like to be eight years old and ripped away from your preferred parent.

The picture had wound up torn into a million pieces across his bedroom floor.

Max had tried to collect them, did her best with her little eight year old fingers to try to put them back together like a puzzle, while Billy stuffed Mar underneath boxes of junk and old clothes that were too small for him. They’d tried to put it back together for awhile, but when they got halfway through it and Billy realized how horrible the tiny pieces looked, he dubbed it pointless and flushed the paper bits down the toilet.

“Hargrove?”

“Hm?” Billy snapped back to the present, yanked out of the memory with his eyes still on the dumb blue bear. It had gotten him through a lot, and now it would get Steve through a lot, too. Except the lot Steve would be going through would be because of Billy, not a nightmarish father.

The realization made Billy’s gut twist up.

“I just said thank you. I love it, all of it.” Steve slipped his arms around Billy’s torso, a little hesitantly, and hugged him tight before standing up and going to throw his arms around Eddie’s neck in an even tighter hug.

“Everyone needs presents to open on their birthday,” Billy smiled at the two of them, watching Steve pull back from the hug to press a kiss to Eddie’s lips. “Don’t I get a kiss, too, Stevie?”

“Do you remember what we talked about?” Eddie murmured, nodding his head towards Billy to encourage Steve to go to him. It wasn’t Stevie’s fault that he was nervous around Billy, that he was afraid of him, but Eddie wanted to get them closer. He’d told him what to do, how to sit on his lap and bat his eyelashes and sink into him to soften Billy up. Steve just had to put the plan into action.

With a nod, Steve let him go to tiptoe back over to Billy, who raised an eyebrow. He wanted to see what he was going to do, what Eddie had taught him to do, and he was pleasantly surprised when Steve sat himself down on his lap. He was careful, obviously trying not to put his entire weight down onto Billy’s lap, but that ended quickly with Billy’s arms wrapping around his waist to force him to sit down properly.

Steve gave another glance back at Eddie, who nodded to silently encourage him, and then proceeded to press his lips to Billy. At first, Hargrove was fairly still, letting Steve’s hesitant mouth get used to him a bit more before his hand grabbed his chin and he got a little rougher with him.

“Open,” Billy’s words were a hushed murmur against Steve’s mouth when his lips didn’t automatically open to give him access, but he didn’t have to be told twice, at least. The tongue in his mouth made him want to shy away, but the big hand holding his face a little too tight kept him still, made him obey.

When he was released, Steve shifted downwards to rest against Billy’s chest, instead. Eddie was looking at them, watching them both closely, and he was smug for all of two seconds before he met his Daddy’s eyes and the smirk shifted into a smile, instead. He didn’t want to ruin the party by having Hargrove smack the smug look away.

“Good boy,” Billy murmured to Steve, eyes still on Eddie. “What else has your Papa said to you while I’ve been away? I’ve heard you’ve been very good. Earning lots of sweets.”

“That I have to listen to you,” Steve’s voice was soft. “And I can ask you questions because you have a lot of answers and know the rules.”

“Both of those are correct. You listen to what I say,” Billy tipped Steve’s head up to meet his eyes. “Even if Papa says yes to something, you check with me, as well – unless I’m not around. I hope I won’t have to go back to the infirmary for a long time. But your Papa will remind you of that, anyway, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Eddie nodded.

Steve’s arms curled around his new comfort item as he looked over Billy’s face. There was so much he wanted to ask, yet his mind felt blank. All he could think about were his presents and how good both the men were at kissing. And the cake, composed of twinkies, poptarts, ding dongs, zebra cakes and swiss rolls.

“What’s on your mind?” Billy prodded, reaching to brush Steve’s hair out of his face. “Hm?”

“Cake.”

“Cake?” Both Eddie and Billy repeated it, trying not to burst into laughter. They would have thought he would have said the kiss, or Billy’s rules, or even maybe Mar, but the answer was surprising. Steve nodded his head, innocent as ever.

“We have to wait for Argyle and Jonathan to cut it. They were the ones that made it,” Billy told him, looking over at where it was propped up. “How about a sweet for now? For being a good boy.” He nodded at Eddie, a silent signal for him to get one out.

The sweet Eddie got out was a lollipop, and Steve blushed when it was handed over. He remembered how he was told he was supposed to suck on lollipops and everything similar, with big eyes and hollowed out cheeks, and he still didn’t know why. Eddie had just said it was the rules, that it would make Daddy so happy and get him on his good side, so of course he would obey.

It was worth it, though. He craved the sugar and high that came with it now that it was associated with doing a good job and being a good boy.

“Thank you,” He chirped, repositioning himself so he was facing Billy in his lap with both legs wrapped around his waist before peeling off the wrapper and putting it into his mouth. Eddie gave him a minute, a silent test to see if he’d remember what he’d been instructed to do with them in Daddy’s presence – which he did.

When he was sure Billy was watching his mouth, he pulled it out enough to suckle on it, keeping eye contact even though it was difficult; his cheeks were red, he wanted to look away, but Eddie’s voice in his head was urging him on and he kept it up. After a second he sucked hard, enough that his cheeks hollowed in, too, and Billy nearly hissed.

“ Jesus, you are a good boy, aren’t you?” Billy murmured, hands sliding to grip onto Steve’s hips. He shifted him, ground him on his lap the tiniest bit, and Steve pulled the lollipop out to look down at Billy’s lap. He could feel it, the bulge in Hargrove’s sweats, and for a second he panicked. He wanted to get up and off, go to Eddie for safety, but Billy held his hips down a little harder. “Just relax, sweetheart. Suck on your lolly, don’t focus on anything else. ‘Atta boy.”

“He looks really good with something in his mouth, doesn’t he?” Eddie came up behind Steve, rubbing his hands down Steve’s shoulders and down onto his chest. He crouched so his chin was resting on Steve’s shoulder and he was able to see Billy’s face close up, letting his smirk come back just the tiniest bit.

After a second, his hands slid down further, gently moving Hargrove’s hands away so he could replace them on Steve’s hips, instead. “Daddy’s had a hard week,” He murmured into Steve’s ear, eyes still plastered on Billy’s. “Move just like this while you have your lollipop. It’ll make him feel real good. Like a massage, almost, baby, that’s all.” He guided him along, grinding him down and against Bills’ lap until the man let out a groan and rested back on his hands. “Now your turn. You can do it, just roll your hips.” He kept his hands in their places, but he didn’t move him anymore, instead letting Steve jut his hips and grind himself while he suckled. The hand that wasn’t holding the lollipop held his new bear tight to his chest. “Good boy. Such a good boy for Daddy and Papa. Look how happy Daddy looks, yeah? Feels so nice.”

There was a slight knock on the cell door, and Eddie’s hands tightened on Steve’s hips. All three of them knew it would be his reflex to stop at the intrusion, but it was only Argyle and Jonathan and he didn’t have to. Steve twisted his head around to look at them, but Billy reached out to snap it back, not wanting to lose a second of him working the lollipop.

“Thought we were having a party?” Argyle joked, and Billy smirked lazily at him.

“We are, amigo. This is just the entertainment. C’mere,” He nodded to the space on the bed beside him, and Argyle plopped himself down to have a look. Steve’s eyes were wide, cheeks redder than ever, but he knew better than to stop. “Pretty, right?”

“Hell yeah, dude,” Argyle reached over to clasp his hand in Billy’s before looking properly at Steve. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes with the teddy in his arms, too. “Happy birthday, Stevie. Like your presents?”

Steve nodded, about to pull the lollipop out to speak before Billy grabbed his wrist, forcing him to keep it between his lips. “You can talk when it’s gone. There’s not much left now,” Billy instructed. “Can you be a good boy and sing for us? Let Argyle hear how sweet you sound.”

There was hesitance, he didn’t immediately start to moan, not until Eddie’s hands gave a warning squeeze.

Billy nearly groaned himself at the little sound Steve gave. It was a little longer than a whimper, not quite a moan, but just so sweet.

“That’s it. Louder, sweetheart. One more, a good one, and then you can have your cake,” Billy’s coaxed. The second one was a bigger moan, louder, pulled out from the depths of his chest, and Billy let him come to a slow stop after it rang through the air. “There you go. Think we’ll have to try that during cards on Friday. See what the other men think. Have to get you to practice those sounds a bit more, Stevie, but you’re good. You’re a good boy.” Before lifting him off, Billy pulled him in for another kiss, one that was surprisingly gentle. Billy could taste the strawberry sugar flavor on his lips.

Jonathan was just as red cheeked as Steve, eyes trained on the floor until his friend was off Hargrove’s lap and able to turn to look at him. “Hey,” Steve mumbled, the tiny last bit of the lollipop clinking against his teeth before he bit it off. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course,” Jon looked up and gave him a tiny smile. “Happy birthday. Made you this.”

He handed over a card, one made and doodled on the previous night in his art therapy. Some men had anger management to go to in the evenings, others addictions counseling, but he had art therapy. He had snapped, aftercall, had been nearly declared insane for the acts supposedly committed against his brother by the courts. The therapy was supposed to be extra punishment, but it was actually something Jonathan enjoyed a fair bit. Argyle had signed up to go, too, even though he wasn’t forced like Jon, and they got to spend a few evenings a week painting and drawing – Argyle usually spent his time trying to sketch out different things he could have potentially made out of old sheets, like dresses and skirts.

They were a hot commodity amongst the men that were into feminizing their cellies.

The card was pretty simple, covered in birthday related doodles – a birthday cake, candles, presents, balloons, whatever he could come up with. He didn’t consider himself to be a great artist – his brother had gotten the drawing talent – but the card was cute and colourful.

“Oh, Jon. Thank you,” Steve murmured, admiring the front before opening it to read the message inside. It was sweet, a few words about how they’d celebrate properly one day on the outside with pizza and soda and real presents, and signed off with both their names. Once he’d read it, taken everything in, he pulled Jonathan in for a hug, Mar squished between them.

He got along really well with Jonathan. The boy was probably the only one in the entire prison that was innocent and incapable of hurting anyone.

“I love it. Thank you,” He repeated as he pulled back, and he kissed Jonathan’s cheek before turning around to give Argyle a hug, as well. Argyle wasn’t rough like Billy, and he wasn’t overtly sexual. He went along with Billy’s antics a lot of the time, but he would never push Steve to do anything he didn’t want to do. Steve felt safe with him, liked spending time hanging out with Jon in their cell. Argyle could also make him giggle, even in the moments he felt full of despair. “And thank you, too.”

“You’re very welcome, little buddy,” Argyle patted his back. “Jonny worked real hard on that. I wanted to opt for stickers, but nah. He’s the real deal, full of talent.”

“Is he ever. I can barely draw a stickman,” Steve grinned as he pulled back, giving Jon a thumbs up. “I’ve been so spoiled. I don’t deserve it.”

“You do deserve it, baby,” Eddie said, scrounging around for Billy’s lighter. “We couldn’t get an actual candle, and there’s no way Billy would have let us waste nineteen cigarettes, so we did the best we could.”

“I love it,” Steve chuckled when he turned around to look at the cake. “Seriously. I love it. This is the best cake I’ve ever seen.”

Once the cigarette was lit – not that Steve would actually be able to blow it out – Argyle started them off with a rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ sung so dramatically bad that Steve was almost out of breath from laughing so hard by the time they finished.

He realized, after he ‘blew out’ his candle, that both Eddie and Jonathan were right when they had told him when he’d first arrived that there weren’t all bad moments. Prison held a lot of good ones, too, and he was in one. It made him weirdly emotional – made him feel more at home than he had in a long, long time, all while being in a tiny cell with four other convicted criminals. Eddie handed him over a ‘slice’ of cake, which was just one of the many snacks stacked together, before giving everyone else a piece, too. Billy was the only one that didn’t accept any, instead opting to smoke the cigarette ‘candle’ as his dessert.

Steve didn’t ask about it, as much as he wanted to. He wanted to ask why Billy always took the protein from his trays at every meal, why he never ate breakfast and why he always removed the bread of his sandwich during lunch – but he didn’t. Instead, he sat on Eddie’s lap to eat his birthday cake and spend time with the few people that wanted to spend time with him in return.

#harringroveson #harringroveson au #harringroveson fic #harringrove #steddie #mungrove #stedilly #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #cat and mouse

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years ago

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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

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aomine-ryo · 4 years ago

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Hi can you do a jealousy headcanon for GOM? 💜

Of course! Hope you like it :)

Headcanons: GOM getting jealous

Kuroko

He doesn’t get jealous very often because he just has so much trust in you

If he ever does, he’s really subtle about it that you won’t even notice unless he tells you

He knew that he could talk to you about anything so he was never particularly uncomfortable with you being around other guys

There was a boy in your class who you had been getting quite close to

He quickly became a good friend of yours, and you’d often hang out with him when Kuroko was busy

He was objectively rather attractive, but you didn’t really see him that way because you only really had eyes for Kuroko

Kuroko wasn’t in your class so he’d sometimes see you walking around the school hallways, however more often than not, you would be with that boy

He seemed like a nice and earnest guy, which is probably why Kuroko began to feel a little threatened by him

Not knowing any better, you invited your friend to come watch one of Kuroko’s practice games with you since you could use the company

Kuroko wasn’t very pleased to see him to say the least

He’d usually glance over at you during games because seeing you watching him motivated him to do better

But now when he looked at you, he’d see you talking to that boy and he’d just feel annoyed

And it definitely showed in the way he played as well because his moves became uninspired and predictable

You went to grab some food with Kuroko’s team and your friend afterwords and Kuroko would not keep his hands off of you

He’d constantly be holding your hand

And he’d leave absolutely no space between you two

Of course, you noticed all of this, but you didn’t want to bring it up in front of everyone

“Hey, so you’ve been spending a lot of time with that guy from your class, huh?” Kuroko said when the two of you were walking back home together

“Yeah, I suppose,” you shrugged, beginning to connect the dots

“Hm,” he hummed, his grip on your hand getting a bit tighter

“Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he mumbled

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” you grinned

His face just became red as he averted his gaze

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied almost instantly

“So that’s why you were being so touchy back there,” you giggled

“Well I was just making sure he knew that you were mine,” he said, finally deciding to give in

“For what it’s worth, you really don’t need to worry about him— I’m sure he knows.”

“I’m not a violent person but if he tries anything, let him know he can catch these hands,” he said, clenching his other fist and holding it up

“Tetsu, he’s twice your size, but sure.”

Kise

Okay so we know that Kise is really cold with people he generally doesn’t respect

Well, this coldness becomes so amplified when he sees someone he doesn’t know with you

The two of you were on a date at a cafe once and he went to the cashier to place your order while you remained seated at your table

That was when a classmate of yours spotted you and approached you

“Y/N? Didn’t expect to run into you here,” he said, grinning widely before engaging in conversation with you

Meanwhile, Kise was standing in the queue, glaring at you two

In Kise’s eyes, he was very obviously flirting with you— and he was, you just didn’t realise it

Every moment that he looked at you two angered him more and more

The damn boy even made himself comfortable by taking Kise’s seat

Was what he said so funny that you needed to be giggling like that?

Kise hastily placed his order and then stormed over to your table, not bothering to wait for your food

The boy was just about to reach out to touch you when Kise slammed his hand down on the table, startling both of you

He didn’t intend to do it with so much force but it just happened and he didn’t care

“Hey Y/N-cchi, who’s this?” Kise snarled, voice calm but menacing at the same time

“Oh hey Ryouta, this is Satou, a classmate of mine,” you introduced innocently

“Hi there,” Kise said, flashing him a fake smile and not even bothering to register his name in his head, “Y/N-cchi and I are kind of on a date right now, and you’re in my seat.”

Kise took your hand that was resting on the table and squeezed it tight, making the jealousy much more obvious to you

Your classmate visibly showed his annoyance through an eye roll as he stood up from Kise’s seat

“Alright,” he sighed. “See you around, Y/N.”

His and Kise’s eyes were shooting daggers at each other at this point

“Sure you will,” Kise mumbled sarcastically as he watched him walk off

“Babe they’ve been waving at you from the counter for the past two minutes now, trying to get your attention,” you pointed out, looking at the worker who was just about to give up and bring the order to you herself

“Ah crap,” Kise muttered before rushing over to meet the worker halfway and apologise

“I think someone got a bit carried away with their jealousy, don’t you think?” you said once he got back

“Tch, the guy goes to our school. He should know that you’re mine by now. Yet he still thought he had a shot, what an idiot,” Kise scoffed, just the thought of the boy talking to you getting him riled up again

“You’re intimidating when you’re jealous, it’s weird.”

“Weird? I can be intimidating! Why is that weird?” Kise pouted, switching back to his usual eccentric self

“Because you still sleep with stuffed animals, Ryouta,” you giggled

“And so do you, what’s your point?”

Midorima

So he’s not one to really initiate things like PDA

He’s the kind of guy that just holds your hand in public and that’s about it

However when he gets jealous, he becomes a whole other type of possessive

You’d be hanging out with him and a few of your friends from school

And one of the guys would constantly flirt with you

You didn’t really think too much of it because you thought he was just being friendly

But between the flirtatious teasing and unnecessary touching, Midorima was slowly losing his patience

He’d be really subtle at first

He’d hold your hand a bit tighter and hold you by your waist every now and then, all while eyeing the guy down in hopes that he’d get the message

Obviously, it wasn’t enough because he’d barely even notice Midorima and would continue chatting away with you as if your boyfriend wasn’t right there

“Hey Y/N, do you wanna go to that manga store over there together?” your friend said, seemingly inviting only you even though there were five other people in your group

“Actually, Y/N and I were just planning on leaving, sorry,” Midorima intervened, the ‘sorry’ oozing with so much sarcasm that it was clear that he really didn’t like the guy

“Oh already? You don’t have to leave just because Midorima is, you know,” your friend said

Hahaha it took everything in Midorima to not send him flying like his three pointers

“Excuse me? I think you’re crossing the line there a bit, don’t you think—“

“It’s getting pretty late, we should get going,” you said quickly before things could escalate

After shooting one last glare at your friend, Midorima walked away with you

“The nerve of that guy— unbelievable,” Midorima sighed

“I thought you were going to punch him or something, that’s why I stopped you so quickly,” you giggled

“Honestly, I might have,” Midorima chuckled. “How are you even friends with someone like him?”

“I guess he’s just friendly,” you shrugged. “Looks like someone was a bit jealous though.”

“Please, why would I be jealous of an idiot like him,” Midorima scoffed

He’d never admit to an emotion like jealousy— ever

Aomine

Oh god this boy does not handle jealousy well

He would 100% break someone’s nose if he feels like they’re getting too close

The two of you were at a party once and Aomine decided to take a break from dancing for a moment to grab a drink

So he was leaning against the wall sipping on his drink while watching you on the dance floor

Of course, he wasn’t very pleased to find you dancing with some other guy

Aomine recognised him as someone who went to your school, so he very well could just be a friend of yours

However that didn’t stop him from feeling a growing amount of jealousy as each moment passed

Did you really need to be dancing that close to him?

Aomine should be the only one you dance like that with

He was already a bit tipsy so he may not have been thinking straight

But he completely lost it when he saw your bodies swaying so carelessly together

Next thing he knew, he was storming over to the dance floor

You didn’t even notice him until you were suddenly ripped away from the boy you were previously dancing with

And once again you were dancing with Aomine

He was holding your waist tight and his face was as close as ever

“What do you think you’re doing dancing like that with someone else?” Aomine growled

“Why? Is someone jealous?” you joked as you continued to move along with him to the music

“Don’t tease around like that. You’re all mine, don’t you realise?” he grinned, shoving his lips onto yours before you could say another word

The kiss was desperate and heavy, and as a result, sloppy— not that you minded too much

After seeing that act, the guy from earlier backed off, though you didn’t even notice or care for that matter

I mean, why would you care about any other guy when Aomine Daiki was in front of you?

Murasakibara

He gets jealous very easily

He’s like a child when it comes to most things— he doesn’t share

You’ve had your fair share of encounters with other guys that ended with Murasakibara scaring them off

The two of you were seated on the couch together on your phones

There was absolutely no reason for Murasakibara to have come over to your house just to be on his phone, but he just enjoyed your presence

You were scrolling through TikTok because you’d run out of things to do

You landed on a video of these two shirtless boys dancing to a song that you liked so you just watched for the hell of it

You started scrolling through the comments while the video kept replaying, garnering Murasakibara’s attention

The second he saw what you were watching his possessiveness just kicked in

“You really like watching those boys, huh?” he said, glaring at the boys as if they could see through the screen

“Not really, I just like the song,” you shrugged before turning to him with a smirk, “why? Are you jealous?”

“Well if it means I can get more of your attention then sure, I guess I’m jealous,” he answered simply. “Do I have to take my shirt off and do a dance too?”

“I wasn’t going to say that, but now that you mention it, I’d love to see it,” you giggled

Next thing you knew, he wrapped his arms around you, sending you toppling back onto the couch

“Too bad I can’t dance, I guess you’ll have to make do with some kisses for now,” he said softly, making your heart flutter

“Ah dammit, I wanted to see you dance,” you sighed, pretending to be disappointed

“Shut up,” he groaned, before pressing his lips against yours

This was what he was usually like when he got jealous though

He wouldn’t necessarily get angry or anything like that unless a guy was relentlessly hitting on you

But he’d just become really lovey and clingy just as a way of reminding you that it was him who’d love you the most

Akashi

We all know he’s a classy gentleman

So you can’t expect any dramatic outbursts from him when he gets jealous

He’s always able to keep a calm and composed exterior (not that that’s ever stopped anyone from feeling threatened by him)

Anyone who knew Akashi knew never to mess with him

And they especially knew how much he valued you so one step too far would probably lead to their demise

However, there was one boy at a dinner party you both attended who somehow didn’t get the memo

You ended up being seated in the middle of him and Akashi, which gave him the opportunity to chat with you as much as he liked

Of course, Akashi wasn’t the most pleased to hear what he had to say to you

It was very obviously some awful flirting

You just thought he was being friendly so you entertained his conversation

“Y/N, maybe you should stop chatting and eat— your food is getting cold,” Akashi said in attempt to get him to stop— it was getting frustrating at this point

For the rest of the night, Akashi remained clung onto you with his arm around your waist, monitoring every movement of that boy

It was particularly strange because Akashi was the type to mingle at events like these so you knew something was wrong

Akashi’s cold gaze seemed to be enough to make the guy keep his distance though

Akashi is just too powerful lmao

Once the two of you got back home, Akashi pounced to kiss you almost immediately

“Woah what was that for?” you asked when you pulled away from the kiss that seemed so urgent

“You looked gorgeous tonight, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Akashi said sweetly

“Aww, thank you, Sei.”

“A lot of people seemed to think so too by the looks of it. Especially that guy that sat next to you at the table,” Akashi pointed out

“Oh. Did you get jealous or something?” you questioned

“Well, yes. I want to be the only one looking at you like that. But I guess it can’t be helped sometimes,” he said, body still as close to yours as ever

“You’re the only one I want so you don’t have to worry for even a moment,” you said reassuringly

“Then that’s all that matters,” Akashi said with a smile before pulling you in for a soft kiss filled with nothing but adoration

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Draw your swords, pt. 7

Summary: In order to win, she might have to lose.

Warnings: angst, swearing, bit of fluff, sexual content

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six

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Waking up to skies lit by the wintry sun is what Y/N expected. In the back of her mind, she remembers opening her eyes. Perhaps it’s her mind playing tricks on her, but she could swear she heard Aleksander’s voice softly speaking to her.

Telling dreams from reality felt like an impossible task, but if it were a dream, would she really dream of him?

Death never crossed her mind. She was a soldier in an expendable army for most of her life, yet she never feared death. There was never a lingering sense of what if when they asked her if she believed in life after death, but she wondered now. Looking death in the eye had forced a realization upon her – she would die and achieve nothing. She married arguably the most powerful man in all of Ravka and she failed to utilize it. In the end, her name would be forgotten in history for her plans would all die with her.

Inhaling sharply, she wanted to open her eyes. A heaviness settles on her eyelids, making her groan. Her entire body felt dismantled, every nerve bare, inflicting pain.

“It’s alright”, a hand pressed to her forehead and Y/N frowns. Breathing heavily, she felt vulnerable, exposed.

Swallowing thickly, her eyes flutter open. With blurry vision, she looked up at the dark presence looming above her. Blinking fast, her lips part and before she can ask, cool liquid runs down her parched throat.

Taking a deep breath, her eyes closed again. She needed a moment to collect herself, to stop the world from spinning.

“It hurts”, she mumbles meekly.

“Shhh”, his voice reaches her. “I’m here”, she feels a gentle squeeze of his hand, “You’re safe.”

Resisting sleep, she opened her eyes once more. The sight of his tormented gaze leaves her nearly breathless. He’s still handsome, but it looks as if he’s aged ten years in just a few days.

“What happened?” Her voice is hoarse, still raspy from thirst and sleep.

“You’ve been in and out of consciousness for a week”, his forehead wrinkles, “We’ve just made it back.”

Despite the little voice in his head, the Darkling held onto his wife throughout the night. He kept her close to his chest, running his fingers through her hair. She was exhausted, injured so badly he could hear the strain her body was under with every breath she took.

Her eyes remained closed, her lips slightly parted and his pressed in a thin line. Absurd. It was absurd to think that someone like that – so delicate, so fragile, could have any power over him. It baffles him just how quickly he found himself attached to this woman who was unremarkable in every possible way – or so he told himself.

Truth be told, he couldn’t take his eyes off her since he first saw her. She radiates genuine beauty few possess, a confidence he’s never found in anyone in hundreds of years, and an air of mystery he couldn’t quite understand.

By the time morning light reached their tent, the Darkling just stared at her with care, studying every inch of her face as if it could be the last time he’ll ever be given a chance. He memorized the way she fit in his embrace, the rhythm of her beating heart in the dead of night and every labored breath as it threatened his sanity.

Anger was his best friend for so long, his shield against humanity, but his anger wasn’t all-consuming as it once was – it was directed to those who caused the swelling around her eyes and cuts across her cheekbones.

“General”, Ivan’s head peaked inside the tent only to swiftly disappear once he caught sight of a moment he was sure wasn’t meant for his eyes.

Rolling his eyes, the Darkling gently laid her head down. Caressing her cheek, he let a heavy sigh pass his lips. It’s been too long since he last felt so defenseless and helpless as he did now. He promised himself he’d never feel that way again and yet he found himself in the same cursed whirlwind of emotions as he was in when the fold came to be.

Biting his lower lip, he pushed it all down. If he’s distraught, his people would know. He cannot be emotional and still lead an army. He has to be strong – for Grisha and for Y/N.

“Ivan, we’ll have to find a healer soon”, Kirigan spoke in a hushed tone. Glancing at the tent, he felt a lump growing at the back of his throat. “I believe she’s developed a fever too.”

“Fedyor can try to cool her temperature”, Ivan offers, “He’ll slow her heart and keep her breathing. I’ll trade with him if necessary.”

Nodding, the general was satisfied with Ivan’s solution. For once, Ivan didn’t question why he wanted to protect her. This time, he was offered aid rather than words of discouragement.

“I’ll have to leave some of our own here”, Kirigan looks at the direction they came from. “The Fjerdans came too close and I need to know why. Why would they take my wife?”

Ivan lowers his voice, making sure he doesn’t wake up Y/N, “Perhaps it was a coincidence.”

“I don’t believe in coincidences. Not when her safety is at stake.”

Nodding, Ivan glances at Fedyor. He’d be the same if anyone touched his beloved. Suppressing a smile, Ivan finally realized it – no matter how vehemently the general denies it, his heart is no longer his.

“What are the orders? I’ll make the necessary arrangements.”

“Take back what they took, place their heads on a stake and wait. More should come soon and when they do, I want to know why they came so close to Little Palace and who ordered them to take my wife.”

Squinting, not in anger but to see him better, Y/N frowns, “A week?”

“Winter made it hard for us to move faster and you were in no shape to ride back.”

Letting out a shaky breath of air, she raised an eyebrow, “So you carried me?”

“Ivan and Fedyor kept you alive too.”

Wetting her chapped lips, she hesitated. Her fingers burned, itching to touch him, to intertwine with his.

“A healer should be here any minute now”, Aleksander informed, pulling his hand out of hers as if he could sense her inner battles and decided to help her by removing himself from it entirely.

“No”, she decided.

Standing abruptly, his jaw clenched. Despite his stern expression, his eyes hold all the sadness in the world, pleading eyes that both threaten and adore.

“No?” He repeats with disdain, “What do you mean by no?”

Holding her breath, she endures a sharp pain in her ribcage as she propped herself up on her elbows. Breathing heavily, she directed her determined gaze on him. “I’m human, am I not?”

Squinting at her, his lips part, “And?”

Struggling to prevent herself from laughing at the way he looked at her now, Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Humans aren’t allowed aid of a healer. We go to the medics.”

“You’re my wife”, he remarks almost instantaneously, slightly wishing she remained unconscious for a while longer. If she slept, the healer would have done their job and there would be no argument. There was no doubt about it, their truce was over.

“But I’m still a human. The rest of my kind don’t have the privilege of being married to you.” Her voice is stern, low and frustratingly righteous.

“You need a healer or you might not survive”, Aleksander insisted.

“Then let me die.” She stared at him, no signs of crumbling and it made him feel like he’s drowning.

Rubbing his forehead, the Darkling shut his eyes in frustration. After all the sleepless nights, his head felt like it would implode. All he had on his mind was her safety and now when he brought her home, she refused help.

“What do you want?”

Knitting her eyebrows, she glanced at his jaw as it clenched. “What?”

Her voice is higher, almost confused but he knew better than that. “I’ve known you for almost two months.” Two months too long, he thought. “I know when you’re trying to extort me.”

Covering her mouth, Y/N suppressed a laugh. Truth be told, it’s exactly what she’s doing, she just didn’t expect him to cave so quickly.

“Healers for the First army”, her lips twitch. Pursing her lips, she bites the soft flesh on the inside of her mouth to stop herself from smiling at all costs.

“No”, he spoke through gritted teeth.

Shrugging, she laid back down. “Alright then. I only regret I won’t be here to hear you explain my death to the Tsar and my father.”

Growling under his breath, he swipes his hand down his face. “One healer.”

“Two”, she argued, sitting up with a pained expression on her face.

“We can’t spare two”, the Darkling crosses his arms, his eyes darker than ever before.

Lifting her chin in defiance, she narrowed her eyes at her husband. “Two healers or no deal.”

Releasing a long, heavy breath in frustration, the Darkling felt his insides turn. “Two healers but only for those who can’t get better with a week long rest on their own.”

“Two healers for those who can’t get better in a few days of rest AND the same amount of food and water for the First army.”

Running a hand through his hair, the general’s nostrils flare. Cracking his neck to the left, to the right, he turned his death glare back on his wife. “Food and water are limited for Grisha as well.”

“I saw them eat grapes”, Y/N deadpans. “You have enough, so share. If the First army dies out, who will protect your precious Grisha?”

Folding her hands in her lap, she maintained eye contact with the general who refused to blink. He stared back at her, aghast. The woman was impossible! She made every word that passed her lips a contest of wills.

His jaw set, he moved closer to stand before her. He looked formidable with the relentless, firm pools of black ink for eyes devouring her with intensity, too hard in comparison to what she had seen in the tent. He looked like he could kill her without even putting a hand on her…something she still expected him to do.

What was stopping him? She was far behind enemy lines, no reinforcements and she saw what he can do – he could kill everyone who stood in his way.

“Fine”, he huffs. “Under one condition.”

Rolling her eyes, she nods, “What is it?”

“I want a kiss.”

Her eyes flashed to his. Ringed with golden bruises, she was still alluring – like a wildfire or a storm. No…she is wildfire, a storm. She is deadly and uncontrollable and slightly out of her wits and he’s asking her to be his ruination. It isn’t love, he tells himself, it’s obsession.

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N didn’t bother hiding her surprise. A kiss? Of all the things he could have asked, the big bad general who can summon shadows is asking for a kiss?

A part of her trusted Aleksander and that trust demanded intimacy. She wanted his hands on her – in her hair, his lips on her neck. She longed to be vulnerable and that’s what worried her. Trusting him, needing him, it’s bound to breed love and self-inflicted madness. If it were anything else, she would outright refuse him, but she has so many lives dependent on her answer.

“Tonight”, she decided. If her own sanity is the price to pay, she will do what she has to do.

Nodding, the Darkling retreated. Leaving the room, he opened the door for the healer to enter. Sparing her a quick look, he swallowed thickly as the thought of her willingly kissing him made his heart slam into the rib cage. Even his heart wanted to escape him as it too longed for her hands’ touch.

He didn’t make more than two steps outside the room when a Grisha joined him - one of his many spies.

“What do you have for me?”

The spy beckons him to the side, looking around wildly. “This could change everything.”

“What is it?” The Darkling speaks through gritted teeth, demanding an answer.

“There is talk”, the spy pauses, “Of a Sun Summoner.”

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Healed, bathed and properly fed, Y/N had paced their room in anticipation of his arrival. She had seen the look in his eyes earlier that day – something between them has changed.

As the door opens, her breath halts inside her throat.

“I thought you were lost”, Genya admitted. “When they found your mare, I lost hope.”

Smiling, Y/N cupped her cheek. “I did too”, she sniffled.

The Darkling felt, more than saw, her presence as he entered the room. He turned slowly, his breath held. Her hair looked darker in the candlelight, its rich color gleaming against the green velvet of fresh sheets on the bed she leaned against. He could hardly speak. The nearness of her, the quiet room, the candlelight made him question the reality of what he was looking at.

“You look better”, Aleksander managed a curt smile, looking at Y/N and her attire. The sheer nightdress she wore was back, perfectly outlining her figure.

“Why did they take you?” Genya asked, unshead tears weighing heavily on her eyes. “Did they know?”

“No”, Y/N shakes her head, “But they found out.”

“How?”

“It doesn’t matter. Kirigan killed them all.” Y/N glanced at the door where she expected her husband to appear later on.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Y/N felt her heart flip. “It helped me realize something.”

Frowning, Genya waited for Y/N to explain.

“Your General does have a heart”, she states. His request for a kiss lingered in every thought her mind could concoct.

She stared at him then slowly untied the belt of her robe and it glided languidly over her smooth skin, falling to her feet.

His gaze roamed over her as if he is unable to fully comprehend her beauty. Only when he looked back at her eyes did he see she was troubled.

“Of course he does”, Genya chuckles, “He was most worried when you were taken. He promised he’d kill them all and bathe in their blood.”

“I think I can use that.”

Knitting her eyebrows, Genya’s frown deepened. “How?”

Pressing her lips, Y/N sighed. “In order for me to win”, she paused, “He needs to believe he did.”

“Husband”, she spoke clearly. She feigned confidence, but inside she quivered.

She had barely finished the syllable when she was in his arms, being carried to their bed, his lips already fastened to hers. She felt his lips hit hers like a tornado, his admission of burning the world in her name spinning in her head. It could have been a fever dream, but she would bet her life it wasn’t.

Holding her chin in place, he rested his forehead on hers, heaving from the kiss. She couldn’t open her eyes, clinging to him for dear life, but even with eyes closed, Y/N could hear the emotions thick in his voice.

“I don’t want to do anything you’re not willing.” He whispered against his lips, all too prepared for his hands to roam her body now.

Y/N was afraid of herself as well as of him. He could sense it as he kissed her. He’d waited a long time for her to come to him and now it seems she was more than ready to give herself to him without his talk of her marital duty.

He expected anything but to find her with her arms wide open. But even now, as he held her, he felt no great sense of triumph.

Pulling the sheet over her, he stood. “I can wait.”

The sheet accented her shoulders and the full swelling of her breasts. The candlelight deepened the shadow above the sheet. Her bare throat pulsed with life. Her face was set in a firm, serious expression that caused her eyes to darken. Her lips were hard, as if carved of marble and he ached to part them into a smile.

Turning away, he began undressing himself for bed, wondering how he could survive a night beside her if she remains as she is now.

She averts her gaze, whispering under her breath in confusion, “Wait?”

He laid beside her, barely dressed at all. She found herself achingly aware of his presence. The only light in the room was from the flames of candles she placed across the room. The light danced on her hair, played with the shadows of her delicate collarbones. At this moment, he remembered nothing of the arrangement their marriage was meant to be. He knew only that he was in bed with a desirable woman, one he never expected to claim. She seemed too headstrong to ever give into his charm, yet she bared herself before him and he couldn’t take advantage of her.

“Why don’t you want me?” She sat up, glaring at him. She let the sheet fall as his eyes met hers, bravely fixing him with her fiery gaze.

Rolling his eyes, he looks away. How can she torment him like this with no shame?

If anything, he felt like she’s attacking him. “I don’t want to hear about how a demon took you by force for the rest of my life.”

“It’s not force if I’m giving myself willingly, is it?” She raised an eyebrow, deciding on a tactic finally. Aleksander is a general, a conqueror at heart and she saw the desire in his eyes. If there was any hope of her plan to work, she had to harness his desire to convince him he won.

Licking his lips as he cracked a smile, Aleksander nodded in surprise, unable to keep his eyes from wandering lower to her breasts. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He wanted to possess her, to claim this difficult, headstrong woman for himself. His mouth came down brutally hard on hers, claiming them, nearly bruising them.

Y/N fumbled with the sheet that wrapped around her, making Aleksander chuckle into the kiss.

“Let me help you,” Aleksander purred and tore the sheet away, pulling it from under the mattress.

Wrapping his hand around Y/N’s neck, his grip was oddly weak, gentle even. She laid nude before him, his gaze fixed on her. He stared at her in wonder; her full breasts, curvy waist, round hips. Then he looked back at her face, her eyes blazing. Her lips were reddened from his kiss, and suddenly there was no power on earth that could stop him from taking her.

“You make me feel”, he pauses in anguish, “You make me feel”, he said quietly, fiercely, “And I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now.”

He pushed her into the mattress and Y/N saw the ruthless general in his eyes and for a moment she feared it. A general isn’t gentle at all, not like Aleksander could be. She feared the pain he’d cause and the tears that would follow. She feared what he’d do to her, but then the fear she felt dissipated as he spoke against her lips.

“I’ll go slowly.” Aleksander stopped himself, remembering she’s never had a man in her bed before and once he saw the fear in her eyes extinguish the flame he already adored, he reeled himself in.

“Your hands are bloody from murder”, she paused, “But I trust them completely.” Her voice had never been smaller, her hands never as desperate as she clung to him. She wanted to trust the sudden, overwhelming warmth in his unrelentingly tender gaze, but she still awaited the pain that was yet to come. He moved on top of her, his lips attaching to her neck gently as he pressed a kiss above her pulsating carotid, knowing she’s nervous as he felt the pace of her pulse.

With one thigh, Aleksander parted hers. He kissed her again, passionate and slow, distracting her as his hand moves lower, down to the intimate parts she never allowed another only man to see, to feel. Slipping his finger between her folds, he found if applied enough pressure a desperate moan escapes her without a fail. He feels her breathing change as he begins to rub circles, her thighs trying to push against his in a need of more friction. And that’s when control escapes her and she closes her eyes completely, letting the pleasure take over.

Unable to wait any longer, Aleksander pushed the head of his hardened length between the folds, feeling her wetness pooling over as nature’s lubricant. Feeling the membrane, he stops for a moment. Looking at her carefully for any signs of distress, he wonders if she even realizes what is about to happen.

“Do you want this?” He asks again, fearing she may change her mind.

Gripping his arm, she nods. “Yes”, she replies, breathless.

Pressing himself inside, he bows his head in the crook of her neck, growling lowly in pleasure. It’s not the first virgin he had, but it’s the first one that made him want to come on the first thrust.

“Go on.” She encourages him, surprising them both. Swallowing thickly, she sinks her nails into his back, anticipating the next thrust. It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t in pain, but she knew it would get easier as he moves again and she would feel the pleasure again – and she wanted the pleasure more than the pain.

Nodding, Aleksander starts moving in and out slowly, refusing to risk her pain for a little more pleasure he’d find in speed and his untimely release. Instead, he’s using deep, slow strokes with a relentless care for the nerve bundle between her folds. Every passing second draws louder moans from her until he feels her clench around him, his own mind blackening as he feels himself nearing the edge. She’s holding him so tightly to her body, so desperately as she unravels beneath him. Picking up pace, he finally loses control, jerking his hips to meet hers in a deep thrust only to finish deep inside her, allowing them both to breathe.

Rolling off her, Aleksander decided to stay quiet, allowing her to have control of the moment. If she wants his embrace, he’d do it for her and if she wants to talk, he’d talk to her, otherwise, he’d just sleep. It’s been so long since he truly slept – since the day they went for that ride.

He placed an arm around her for comfort alone, not pressing himself closer than necessary, closing his eyes once he realizes she’s not interested in him at all after she came down from her high.

Waiting for a few minutes, Y/N pretended to sleep. After the hurricane of emotions he’d given her, Y/N didn’t know how to feel. She wanted to relax, to sleep in bliss, but a part of her ached. She ached for who she used to be. Would her father hate her for what she just did? Would her people denounce her for sleeping with the enemy?

Her eyes opened wide, finding his are still closed. Lips quivering, she felt herself crumble as tears fled her eyes. She watched his sleeping figure and sighed deeply, telling herself to stop crying. She was supposed to be in control of him, to make him want her and crave her, yet she found it was the opposite. She didn’t love him, but she did feel a connection…perhaps it’s the kindness he showed her when he rescued her or the pleasure he had given her, but something inside her changed and the heart she hardened on purpose found a soft spot for the general.

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Part 8

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