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thehardy-boys · 1 year ago

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The Platform Part 5 (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

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Warnings: Lil bit of fluff, sorry it's kind of slow burn

Part 5

When (y/n) left her house that morning and turned around to walk down the few front steps she didn��t expect to see Thomas Shelby waiting for her, hands in his pockets, cap glinting. She jumped at his presence and clutched her bag.

“Christ!” Thomas smirked at her reaction.

“What are you doing here Mr. Shelby?”

He huffed a laugh and gestured vaguely towards the car behind him.

“I told you I would take you out to see the horses, didn’t I?”

“Oh, but I have work.”

“I already told Mr. Beavers. Anyways, this is work.” It seemed to be the end of the discussion because he turned around and opened the passenger door for her and waited. (y/n) only debated for a second the value of just ignoring him and walking to work. But he was right, this was work. She sighed and got in, pointedly ignoring the gentle, respectful touch of his hand on her back as she climbed in.

The drive was quiet. She could feel him glance over now and again, but she was busy watching the wretchedness of Small Heath disappear and turn into wild grass, soft country air, and wide-open fields. It was like another world out here. They passed by a few estates that she grew envious of. The privilege of living out here! The beauty of it! It made her shrivel inside when she compared the milk white stone of the large houses to the crumbling rental she had in Small Heath with its dark corners, damp walls, pathetic cutlery that consisted of one fork, knife, and spoon. They must have an army of cutlery in these places. A set for each season, a set for each mood and party.

“Beautiful isn’t?” The rumble of his voice broke her inwards spiral.

“Yeah,” She whispered, “Terribly.”

They pulled off the winding roads onto a dirt path and up to a well-kept stable. She could already smell the hay of the horses. Thomas opened her door for her but this time she pretended not to see the hand he held out for her in favor of taking in the view.

Thomas cleared his throat, “This way.” He led her around the stable to a large enclosure that contained a gorgeous chestnut horse.

“This is Copper.” (y/n) looked over at Thomas who was already removing his jacket leaving him in his vest. And she ignored it, the way the vest emphasized his narrow build. And she ignored it when he rolled up both his sleeves and she glanced his forearms. She was hit with the strong desire to be in his arms. The memory of the platform teased her. The heat he had carried with him as she neared him through the crowd.

But now Thomas climbed over the gate and walked up to the horse, caressing the fur, and taking the reins. He led the horse around the ring a few times. (y/n) could see, even without knowing anything, that the horse was incredibly well-trained. Thomas looked over at her and gestured for her to come over, but she shook her head. She could see him furrow his eyebrows and he walked over, followed obediently by Copper.

“What’s wrong?”

(y/n) glanced at the horse then down at the ground, “I’m scared of horses, a little.”

Thomas was silent so she looked up at him, afraid he would be angry, “I’m sorry. I can still write the article.”

But he didn’t look angry he looked thoughtful. He held out his hand, “Let me show you.”

“Mr. Shelby, you can just tell me about the horse, and I can write it.” She tried again.

But his hand remained outstretched, waiting, like he knew that she would give in and take it. And she hated that she did. His hair tousled by the wind and his cheeks slightly rosy from the brisk morning – she couldn’t argue with that.

Copper was on his left side, and she was on his right his hand still holding her own. He led them into the middle of the enclosure. He let go of her hand and guided her, so she faced the side of Copper. She watched as the creature’s fur rippled under the soft winds. Her heart thundered at the sight of the animal’s muscular shoulders and neck.

“It’s alright.” Thomas’s voice was right next to her ear. He was standing behind her. He took her hand again and with his own he raised it up to stroke the horse. Right before her hand made contact with the rich fur she hesitated, and he could feel it, but he didn’t push or force her.

“Nothing will happen to you. I won’t let it.” She nodded and they continued on. The fur was silky smooth, welcoming, and slightly warm. Copper’s head lifted slightly up at the contact but continued on with his snuffling in the grass. Her frantic heart began to slow, and a smile found its way onto her face but then Copper made a sudden movement, his legs stamping slightly, and letting out a loud noise that startled her, and she stepped back suddenly. Her back met Thomas’s chest and his hand caught her waist.

“He’s just spooked by the crows. That’s all.” Thomas reached up and patted Copper’s long nose and soon he became docile again. With a shaking hand (y/n) held onto Thomas’s hand that was resting on her waist. She clung to it and brought it further around her middle. The weight of it grounded her. It was weak of her to do it but once again the past came in to haunt her like a ghost hovering outside her bedroom door. It hung heavy around them and as Thomas took a tiny step forward to meld his firm chest against her back the bedroom door opened and the ghost swept in, inescapable.

She had pushed through all the men, all the soldiers just to catch a glimpse of her brother. He had sent her the message that he would be traveling back to Small Heath after the war. She knew he was safe, but she needed to see it for herself. The men looked at her and she looked back. No matter how they acted: rambunctious and overly happy or the sullen ones, the quiet, tired ones – they were all empty. She remembered thinking, as she moved between them, dodging their hands and their words, that nobody on this platform made it out of the war. Each one of them was changed, broken, gone.

Then it was the eyes. He was just standing there, unmoving. And she knew, she just fucking knew it was Thomas Shelby, the boy who she had played with in the fields and who had gently taken her palm to read her fortune. She walked towards him and when she stood in front of him, he had said her name like it was an answer, the end of the road, a life’s ambition fulfilled. She had moved without awareness until her arms were wrapped around his neck and his around her waist. (y/n) remembers how tightly he gripped her as if trying to meld the two of them together. How his face rested in the crook of her neck, and he took a deep breath.

He had leaned back, and they had looked at each other, “Tommy…” She had whispered to him. and she watched as something in him shattered completely, the dam opening, and he leant forward to answer her call.

“There you go. He likes you, he does.” (y/n) rather felt his chuckle through the vibrations of his chest. (y/n) exhaled in relief as she continued to delicately stroke Copper’s mane. As she became more confident, she was aware of how tightly she was holding onto Thomas’s arm.

“Sorry.” And she let go. Thomas hung on for a moment longer before stepping back completely and (y/n) hated that it felt wrong. How she felt like something was missing. The rest of the morning was spent with Thomas telling her about horses, the different breeds, each of their strengths. Then (y/n) spent the afternoon back at her desk writing the article. That morning with Thomas remained in the forefront of her mind. Even her visits to her mother were bearable when she had the feeling of Thomas’s warmth to hide away in. And soon enough the hopelessness that she had condemned herself to was forgotten. It was dangerous but what else did she have? She allowed herself to daydream, to imagine, and create but that was it. She drew the line at the formation of anything real. She would remain as an outsider but with the occasional foray into hope but with no expectation. No expectation.

Winter was here, cruel, unforgiving, and cold. The office was planning on having their annual holiday office party. Last year it was a small affair, a few desserts, and a few drinks. (y/n) dragged herself out to it just in order to not disappoint the boss. However, this year because of the agency’s new attachment to Shelby Limited the party had now been blow out of proportion. The party, usually held at the local ball room was now transferred all the way into London in order to compensate for the large number of London based clients of the Shelby company.

“Are you attending the holiday party, Mr. Shelby?” Evelyn batted her eyelashes as he waited for (y/n) to gather together the newest horse articles she had written. (y/n) couldn’t think of a good reason why Evelyn was over at her desk, but she had found herself there when Thomas had walked through the small halls of the agency.

He blew out some smoke, “Not sure.”

“Are you goin’?” He asked (y/n) as she straightened up from her desk to hand him the packet.

She shrugged, “Not sure yet.”

He raised an eyebrow, “It’s a business party, aren’t you required?”

She shrugged again, “I don’t think Mr. Beavers can force me to go. I might already have plans.”

He continued to stare at her.

“So, are you going Mr. Shelby?” Evelyn voiced up from her corner. Without breaking eye contact with (y/n), “I’ll go if she does.” He gestured at her with the packet before turning and making his way out into the blistering cold.

Part 4 --- Part 6

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peakbys · 1 year ago

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HOMECOMING [2/?]

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x Fem!Reader, Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader Summary: Despite everything, somehow the roads you walked always ended taking you back to Birmingham, and to the odd relationship you had with the two eldest Shelby boys. When your aunt passes away and leaves you her home, you don’t find yourself in a position to refuse and realize that a lot of things aren’t how you left them in Small Heath. Warnings: Death, mentions of abuse (not graphic), burns, cigarettes. Note: This took way too long for how short it kind of ended up being, but thank you all for the patience and interest in this series. This is a pretty Tommy heavy chapter, but the next ones should see some even development of dynamics. I also have this set a little before season one, so some familiar events will start to happen soon. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Tag list (to be added just leave me a comment!): @adaydreamaway08 @iwannabeinthesequalmrghostface @babayaga67 @everythingelseisextra previous part.

It was strange how it took so long for everything to actually hit you.

Sure, you had gotten the letter with the news, had seen her grave and spent the night in her home–your home, now–yet it wasn’t until the next day when reality seemed to sink in.

You never really had a solid home life, your early memories almost blurred and the ones that were still vivid you actively tried to repress. It hadn’t been until you were thirteen when you had experienced what it was like to have an actual parental figure in your life, a solid place to sleep at night that wasn’t under the condition that you had to work to keep it. Naturally, it had taken a long while to adjust when you were thirteen, but now? It almost felt like you were thirteen again, not sure what to do with yourself, where to take things.

There had been more visitors since your return outside of Tommy and Arthur, though those interactions almost passed by you in a blur too. Mostly condolences, you giving vague explanations of what you had been doing for the last couple of years, some tea and food while you talked about your aunt.

There had also been no hints toward why your aunt had been paying the Peaky Blinders. That, or people knew not to mention it. You weren’t sure which was worse.

By the third day, you could feel yourself starting to unearth some memories you had long since buried. Much like a spade digging to the dirt, you felt like you could see bits and pieces coming up with each passing moment. Some fragmented memories from the workhouse, some of Canada. Things you had thought you had finally let go of–it had been easier when you had found family, people who actually remembered you and could place you in the world. That you weren’t someone with no ties anywhere, just existing.

Now, with your aunt gone, it made you feel like you had lost that connection. Yet, that was hard to explain when you were asked about how you were coping with her passing.

It didn’t take you too long to reach a bit of a breaking point when the image of one of the kids you had worked with back in Canada, laying on the floor after he had taken a hit across the back of the head from an enraged farmer, popped into your head unprompted. It caused your hands to shake, a sort of vice-like grip coming over your mind as if you couldn’t take your eyes off the image–like you were back there again in person.

It caused you to accidentally pour scalding water over the back of your hand while you were handling a kettle from the stove.

Instantly, the pain pulled you from your head, making you let out a string of curses that you were grateful nobody was around to hear. Shoving your hand under some cold water in the sink, you hissed at the pain that had tears pricking at the edges of your vision. You pulled the kettle from the shove, shutting it off as you wet a cloth to wrap around your burned hand. You let out a shaky breath as you shut your eyes, wrapping it tight as you willed your heart to stop hammering away in your chest.

You needed some air–to get away from the quiet house and dead plants.

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While you hadn’t spent your whole life in Small Heath, you had spent enough of it there that you still knew your way around. And where some of the quieter bits were. There had been countless times where you had scampered your way between some houses to hide near the river to avoid punishments, sometimes to just be by yourself after an argument, or you just enjoyed the spot. You liked to think you were old enough now to where you didn’t feel the need to hide from your mistakes, but the last couple of days were making you question that.

Still, with the clutter in your head, you almost walked down a familiar path between a couple buildings near your aunt’s home. Despite the years that had passed, it didn’t seem like it had changed too much and the small, quiet area that greeted you was a relief.

Yet, you were acutely aware that wandering around by yourself, especially down the back areas, wasn’t the safest.

So, despite your attention being on adjusting the rag over your burn (it wasn’t helping much, at all), you instinctively tensed up when you heard the sound of footsteps coming down the way you just had. You stood up, ready to slip away further down in order to escape down another street, yet seeing someone move out into the open told you that train of thought was too late. Yet, despite the bite of anxiety that gripped tightly at your mind, it only took you a moment before you relaxed somewhat when the familiar face registered.

With a small exhale out of your nose, you moved to sit yourself back down on the box you had been sitting on previously, feeling almost embarrassed.

Though, if your reaction was noticed, at least he didn’t comment on it.

“You’ve been picking fights?” Tommy asked, finally moving to approach you.

“Hm?”

You glanced up at him, brows furrowed, until he gestured toward the hand you were currently cradling. Despite the situation, you found yourself letting out a small, amused huff out of your nose as you looked down at your hand, gingerly flexing your fingers. You were aware of him sitting down on a box next to your own out of the corner of your eye, knees almost touching.

“Just with the kettle,” you replied, “I was distracted and burned myself.”

“If you run into Ada, perhaps she can look at it,” Tommy commented, digging out his cigarettes.

You watched as he pulled one out, perching it between his lips as an old craving resurfaced at the sight.

Given you had managed to avoid getting hooked on them, you had tried to cut the cigarettes out. Yet, moments like this, high stress or weird times in your life, you found the pull toward them resurface with a vengeance. Plus, once you noticed Tommy had caught you staring at the unlit one between his lips with a small raise of his eyebrows, you knew you might as well ask.

“Can I have one of those?”

“I didn’t know you still smoked,” he commented, pulling the one from his lips as he spoke before pulling another out, extending the one he almost lit toward you. You paused a moment before taking it from him, not bothering to comment that he just had his mouth on it.

Didn’t matter much in the end, you supposed.

“I don’t. Most of the time,” you replied, “Though, I can never quite get rid of craving. Plus, the burn didn’t blister, so I don’t want to bother Ada with it. As much as I should catch up with her. And Polly. A lot of people.”

You took his offered light, trying not to cough too much when you took a pull from the cigarette. It was a little strong, and it had been a while since you had one, so it was a bit of a failed attempt. Still, you were a little…surprised at how relaxed the current moment was. You still had some questions lingering at the back of your mind, of course, but you supposed it was better than him sneaking up on you in the cemetery.

Given that you and Arthur ended up almost pacing around your kitchen table, not sure how things would play out, it was a bit of a nice change. You knew you still had to have an actual conversation with him.

“This is near the spot where I pushed you into the river,” Tommy said after a short pause, the comment making you raise your eyebrows at him for a few moments.

“Oh, so you admit it was you then,” you replied with a short huff.

“You charged first, but I didn’t stop myself from pushing you in.”

“It’s so foggy now, I can barely remember,” you said with a soft shrug, “I probably did. I do remember my aunt was livid. She couldn’t get the smell of the river off me. Scrubbed my head down every night for three days.”

“Aunt Pol made sure I didn’t forget it once it got back to her,” Tommy commented, a touch of amusement in his expression.

Despite the lightness of the conversation, you couldn’t help but notice the change in Tommy. While you couldn’t remember him being too overly jovial, the distance behind his eyes seemed more apparent than ever. Moments like this reminded you that things had been different, it felt familiar being around him again, but it was also painfully obvious how things had changed. A little more strangers than friends at the moment, you supposed, but a part of you felt comforted to know that you weren’t the only one who could remember you growing up here. As much growing a thirteen year old could do in a new place, anyway.

Still, with the memory of your aunt at the forefront of your mind, you couldn’t help the questions and thoughts that pushed forward.

“I hope you weren’t lying about my aunt. That she passed naturally,” you said after a somewhat drawn out pause. “Considering how she is–was, it is hard for me to imagine what reasons she had to pay you.”

“She was sick for a while,” Tommy replied, glancing over at you finally, “I didn’t lie. It was sudden, but her wanting protection didn’t cause that.”

“Did she owe debts? Got caught up in something? If I should keep up her payments, it’s clearly something that didn’t disappear when she died.”

“Your aunt got involved with someone who had connections to some bad men,” he explained, “She saw some things she shouldn’t’ve, came to us for protection. Arthur especially felt obligated to help, I suggested she could be put under our protection. That our name might deter them.”

“...She conveniently left that out of her letters,” you muttered, shaking your head lightly. “These men are still a threat, then?”

“Yes. Not for long, though, if I can help it. For now, I would still think about what I told you in the cemetery,” Tommy replied.

For your health and sanity, you didn’t want to be involved in Shelby business, yet it was becoming clear you might not exactly have the luxury. Then again, being friends with the two eldest brothers, it might have just only been a matter of time. Still, you took in a small breath, rubbing at the side of your head with a small, humorless chuckle.

“Unless I can find what I need under a floorboard, I will need work to even consider that,” you stated.

“Ask Harry. The Garrison. Once I have a word, I’m sure he’ll have some work for you,” Tommy said, standing up and extinguishing his cigarette under his shoe. “I know you don’t deal well with drunks, so it’ll be behind the scenes. Consider it a gift to welcome you back.”

With a small press of his hand on your shoulder, he turned to walk back toward the alley. You watched him go for a few moments before speaking up again, letting out an almost disbelieving laugh as you did so.

“It’s not much of a gift if you take the money I earn!” you called out, getting no response but you kind of expected that.

Still, you knew that solved one issue, yet somehow you ended up having more questions than answers from the information he gave you.

#peaky blinders x reader #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader

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thewrittingpan · 1 year ago

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Painting Lies 4

(Shalnark, Feitan, Phinks x Reader)

This will be the last chapter on my Tumblr but hopefully not the last chapter! All future chapters will be posted on my Ao3 and I will try to at least announce them on my tumblr. Remember TW/CWs for Gore, Blood, Violence, Kidnapping, Trauma, Mental Heath Episodes and Issues, and more.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The air was cold, arguably warmer than the bulkhead doors, but still cold. No matter what you wore, the cold front would have torn through the layers and stripped you bare. You held your cat against your chest, shivering as you rubbed your hands over his fur.

The cat was unbothered by the cold, but his eyes were wide so much so that the irises were nearly impossible to notice. He mewed and purred, not squirming or trying to jump away from your grasp. Big eyes traced the leaves falling down, there was an overwhelming ecstasy from the outdoor air.

It’s relieving to not feel the pounding pressure of the three men, yet like a specter you starred unmoving. It was hard to know what you were thinking, everything you thought turned to white noise, lightly buzzing in your ears. The longer you stood the harder you breathed, the thoughts may have been too fast for you to understand consciously, but you finally ran forwards. You darted into the trees stopping for the briefest of moments at the edge of them, you had no idea what you were doing but you didn’t think about it, you couldn’t. Part of you had known that if you stopped you would have become too consumed with fear to move in either direction. Even a fool would have made a decision.

There was no way to know if they had seen you leave, your unaware shock had left you unaware and panicking. They could have been completely unaware, could be right behind you snapping at your heels. You kept picturing them as monsters as you ran, images flashing like strobe lights, fangs, claws, scales, veanom, blood drooling from their teeth. Even though you couldn't prove that it was real or imagined, it still haunts you and drags you fumbling through the woods. Staying may have been better, running may get you killed but, oh how nice it was to feel the cold grass against your feet.

Your soul was rejuvenated, reconnecting with the earth, your lungs may have burned with your nose and cheeks, but our desperation and franticness would keep you warm, hopefully for long enough. Still you clung to the cat, who didn’t seem to care about the world you were dashing by. Your eyes burned, you cried and sobbed into the cat’s fur.

This running, regardless of how it ends, set you free. For the briefest of minutes you were free and away from them. You had a true moment of peace, you were released from the stress, not a single stumble or faultier in your step took it away from you. When your energy inevitably wore down you slumped against a tree, pressing yourself as far into it as you could. This one luckily enough, was large and the trunk caved in an almost den-like way. While absolutely not ideal to rest, you gave in and sat down, quickly catching your breath and wiping the dried crust from your crying away.

The stiff but surprisingly warm den left you sighing, as you curled up into a ball, tucking yourself in as your body heat warmed up the surrounding space. The sweet fluff curled up into you covering your bare feet as you shoved your hands under your arms. It was all a daze, the thoughts had started to roll in, akin to a wave of wasps, something that was horrifying yet something you needed to inspect. It was strange laying in that tree, you were so scared of being found, so frightened of being alone, that it all melted away until it was you and the cat. His unholy amount of fur rubbed off on you, shedding across the trunk, sticking to your skin and clothes. It felt just for a moment as your eyes closed, that everything was normal back home, at your real home.

You rested there for a short while, not fully asleep, but hovering in a semi-aware state. Relaxed enough that your breathing was slow and your heart steadily beat like it was singing a baby to sleep. Something in you knew that you couldn’t collapse into a proper sleep, even though your body longed for it. Even clinging to the cat wasn’t enough to calm you down soon enough, and as the night drew ever closer you sniffled into his neck and wiped your tears with your sleeves.

You lay there blinking up at the sky. It faded from blue to a pale purple, the clouds rolled across the sky, dragging leaves off the trees in their wake. They were wispy and light; they traveled like a breeze, or a dancer gliding across the ballroom floor. It was stunning, regardless of the way your limbs hung limp and you were so cold you hardly were able to move. That sky made you feel warm, it carried warmth through you, kissing away frost nipped fingers and toes. It gently cried against your cheeks with snowdrops.

Snow, you liked watching it fall. It set the tone for great times of closeness. Swaddled up at a fire or at least with a warm mug of tea, coffee, or hot chocolate. You longed for that warmth, the blissful orange glow that crackled and giggled as you turned pages of a book. Fuzzy blankets, loving arms around your waist, holding you against their chest. Wool socks of faux fur slippers. Overused seasonal peppermint, spicy cinnamon, cranberry jams. Something so simple stretched on and pulled from a moment to a feeling that felt like a lifetime worth of love. Being tucked in by someone who loves you. The meowing of your cat screaming for affection.

Being tucked in?

Your cat screaming?

The sky didn’t look that purple anymore, it looked black. Had you fallen asleep? It’s so cold too, why is that? Why are the stars so close? Why are they drifting away with the breeze? What’s on you? Who is there? You thought you were alone?

“Sweet boy?” You called for your cat faintly. Your soft spoken works yanked away with the wind.

It’s so warm? It’s firm? But why does your skin burn when it’s not touching the firm warmth? What is that firmness? Where are you? Where’s your tree? Where’s your bed? Where’s home? What made you leave? Why didn’t you think? Couldn’t you? Didn’t you have any rational thoughts? Any ounce of self preservation? We’re you a suicidal mess? Did you really think that you were smart? That you could escape, did you have a plan? Did you know why you left?

Was it the impulse of seeing the outdoors, maybe it was the grass and it’s aphrodisiac green that lured you away? Though it was hardly even green now, the cold was rotting it, suffocating it. Did you think that the grass felt sympathy for you, or were you just trying to feel someone’s sympathy? Why couldn’t you decide between abuse or neglect? Which is better? Would you rather be that man you had abandoned or left alone in the woods, to suffer until something killed you either way? Even unaware of everything you couldn’t understand yourself or them. No matter how broken you couldn’t understand it, what did they gain?

“I don’t want to be killed too.” Your revelation came like a prayer.

You could see that man. He came in flashes when you thought for too long. When you closed your eyes you saw the wall of tools. You saw his blood, and broken bones. You saw the marks from where he was secured against the table. You whimpered as you thought about it, through the thick wall of cold you tried to pull yourself to move, to open your eyes, but you couldn’t not until that firm warm thing moved away, and you couldn’t feel it anymore.

The sky was dark and heavy with snow, you shook your head and rolled over, shielding your eyes from the snowflakes falling down. It was a gentle snow but the breeze was now a killer. Ripping away the thin memory of your clothes making you feel naked and bare, as you stumbled to your feet snaking like a newborn fawn. You hardly could tell which man it was, but one blond stood a few feet away looking for something, calling out.

You hobbled with strange limp like steps half looking like you were frozen at the knee and unable to move your legs fully, and the other over flexible trying to swing itself out of place. There was nothing, absolutely nothing more horrific to look at in a physically alright person. The adrenalin must have rotted away your insides, or frozen in your blood and in turn ruined your muscles until they were the same as frozen chicken legs. Your frozen hands clutched your new found warm jacket tucking yourself in it before it could melt out of your ice touched hands.

While the snow on the ground was light and thin, the winds swept it from the ground and blew it back up into the air. It was hard to see ahead of you, due to both trees and the newly spawned snow. You were in so much pain, your feet burned and you sobbed as you grabbed onto the man who had been near you. With the wind and your pain his voice had been ripped away from your ears, and though your eyes were blurred and filled with tears you falsely hoped it wasn’t one of the men.

There wasn’t a miracle where you were rescued by a stranger who had stumbled across you. You knew it too deep down in the haze. You had recognized the jacket, you knew the voice even though I’m the moment you couldn’t place it yourself. You knew your cat had cuddles up to him, even though he was shy around strangers. Perhaps you could have ran again and delayed the inevitable, ran again and died a slow death where you froze from the inside out during the first blizzard of the year.

Instead you collapsed into the arms of your largest kidnapper, one of the gentler ones even with his brutality you hadn’t gotten unlucky enough to meet. You couldn’t see his eyes, the pain and heartbreak that shattered him again after the momentarily soft gaze full of care and devotion. He scooped you up into his arms refusing to let you down again, regardless of if you asked or not. He walked forwards screaming out to the other two men, as a mewling cat screamed out about the injustice of the cold and his fear for you.

You kept drifting like snow, awake then asleep, awake again, and asleep. To you it felt like slow blinks, where your eyes were lightly glued together for a few moments until you worked up enough strength to rip them open again, just for the cycle to continue. You hear talking, fast rapid discussions that you couldn’t understand, things you weren’t even aware were happening, no one could eavesdrop on something like that. You wished you wouldn’t wake up, it would be easier that way.

You hated it, so much. Every second was slower than molasses, every interaction like cold water down your neck. Every conversation was like slicing off your own tongue and sucking on it. You were miserable, you debated burning every piece of yourself in the basement that they had splattered across their walls. You wondered if you could slowly starve yourself or mutilate your flesh in a way so gruesome they couldn’t fathom looking at you again. You wondered if you shattered your hands or gave into the intrusive thoughts and stabbed out your eyes or at least one of them, they may grow tired of you and deem you with no worth.

Wouldn’t you rather be useless than trapped? Would you like to be a pet or a victim of your own hand to be free? How much does freedom mean to you? Did you value your own worth more than theirs? Did they value you over themselves? Could they be so addicted to the thought of you that they seaver every piece of yourself apart until they’ve taken every piece of yourself that you wanted?

Your fake room became your two roomed prison, bathroom and bed, the equivalent to your entire life. It was so peaceful at first too, that was sort of shameful to realize. The quietness of the room, the low buzz of the electricity, just subtle enough to keep you content and not annoyed. You had been upgraded from your normal blankets to a heated blanket plus your standard ones. A touching addition for someone who got themself stranded outside during a blizzard on accident. You were lucky they found you when they did, because by the looks of it the snow only got heavier, thicker, and much more wet.

You moved fast or as fast as you could, to grab a pair of fuzzy socks, or well you were desperate enough any pair would do, and some slippers. Your moving to gather something to warm your feet made them realize you were awake. You had curled back up, tucking yourself into a corner half under the desk, trying to keep yourself the least exposed from the air as possible. A clean rug pulled so it kept you for the cold floors, blankets hung in whatever ways you could to trap the warm air in. You had stuffed pillows in there too. If it wouldn’t have gotten humid you would have considered the bathroom and warmed it through a bit of hot water.

You struggled with your migration under the desk. Your skull was pounding and you swayed, nearly collapsing to the floor. It very quickly became more efficient to crawl across the floor and move your things to your cocoon. There was a lot of pain in your thighs, the mussels burned, your skin felt stiff, the legs themselves felt like dead weight, something akin to a puppet’s strings or one of those children’s toys with the string they hold and drag around the room.

You were drowsy but awake, curled up under that desk. The woven fabric of thin sheets started to look like patterns and pictures, faces, and objects. They’d blink into existence pulsing with blotches of light, though they never glowed, but seemed almost like a floating paper that slowly grew until you blinked again and it disappeared. They looked not like people you know but like characters from a show or game, unrealistic ones to be specific, animals from animated movies that stole from cruel kings, or strange robots that were murderers or nurses. The things you saw would raise a red flag to anyone but your current self.

You toyed with the edges of blankets and pulled at the pieces of lint that stuck to them. Picking and plucking. All the while you desperately tried to stay comfortably under the covers, whiteout exposing yourself to the air that still felt freezing. You laid there aware that Shalnark walked into the room, hurrying to your side under the desk, and pulling your arms gently towards him, but you didn’t pay much more attention than that. You saw Phinks and Fetain with heating pads, tea bags, and hot cocoa powder.

“Heart..”

“Poor cognition..”

“Rest..”

Everything was clearly there but you just couldn’t feel it there. Their voices grew fuzzy and their arrival truly only made you question if the hallucinations were getting more realistic. The more you laid there the more you sort of noticed something was wrong with you. It didn’t mean that you felt yourself blinking away the day, and staring at blank objects and seeing paintings, but you could tell something was strange. It was a kind of strange that felt like a dream. A face that you couldn’t quite remember a text you couldn’t read but knew what it said, or a feeling that you hadn’t done something that you were currently doing. In this instance it was a mixture of something not quite being possible, and a feeling that something had already happened.

Yet you just laid there until they slowly took away heat pads, and you slowly became more aware of their voices. It took a long while more than you were aware of, and one they were all too aware of. The floor under the desk had ruined you back for a few days but the warm makeshift hut was so toasty you could have done it all over again. As you became aware of your surroundings, you could also better understand what had happened.

Somehow, overcome in your grief you lost control and embraced the outdoors when that door was left unlocked. You still couldn’t say for sure if you meant to run or not, but you longed for the moving fresh air, sickened but stale air that you now had learned was poisoned by blood and guts. You’ve see gore before, torture porn was a genre of horror in itself, an orchestra of screams and mutilation that on ocasion you mimicked and drew inspiration from. Perhaps seeing it, real and so close to you made you face a piece of yourself that you didn’t know the name of. It was more than fear, it rocked you to the core and twisted your guts like a pair of tongs. Plucking your strings and tugging you towards vomiting, but even then it was so familiar you felt guilty and wrong, yet you knew you weren’t to blame.

You could see the color drained from his skin. The dried blood on the metal table, wrists bound so tight the hands seemed to be blue. It hovered in your mind, and it haunted you. His skin had been drained of its color but you could see where the bruises had turned green and yellow. The bruises were all different shades, some so fresh you felt like they could have been only from you, but some so old and large that you knew even a hospital would be shocked.

It was a void in your chest, perhaps that was the best way to put it. A hollow cavity draped in burlap, inside a steaming pumping oblong sphere, it glowed a warm saturated orange, though the pounding object was a more scarlet tint. You saw it clearly in snapping images, the burlap hoisted up and the bosom folded over, revealing the hollowness, the framework of steel, the inflating bags that grew and shriveled up in time with the pulsing. You saw stitches in the artificial organs, blue standing out against the pale pinks and the red blood.

You fiddled with the wires under your desk as you pictured it. Perhaps it would be something you could create out of spare parts, though maybe it wouldn’t work like you pictured. It stuck with you though. Chicken wire would be too weak for the bones, but it would serve great for connective tissue, tendons and ligaments would need to be something like wire, thread, or yarn, but the mussels would need to be some kind of fabric, something strong unlikely to break yet flexible. You considered silk but it would be too rich for something meant to look natural, and common, the simple solution was cotton. Though you were also faced with the question of cartilage you thought of softer plastics, something that could be easily formed and change, but difficult to decay.

The more that you absorbed the ideas the more it sewed its way into your head, the more you forgot about your predicament, the more you didn’t care that this home wasn’t yours. It may have haunted you still, but in this moment of absurdity and being possessed by your own thoughts you needed to continue with your work the more it forced you to move and sketch. It would work not because you knew it would but because you were so desperate for it, that it needed to work.

Something about art is that it overtakes you, it just forces you to act and create regardless of how well thought out it may or may not be. Once an idea leeches itself inside of someone it doesn’t tend to let go easily. This brain-rotting idea had you scrambling to fill the pages of your sketchbook each one cluttered with bright graphic images, bold and saturated, details drawn in with ever improving line work as your hands slowly recovered from the cold. In your head you could see the threads woven together stretching to move exactly like a real muscle.

You tore apart the drawers, pulled out colored paper, and found some straws from takeout, you took those too. A pale pink slip of paper was in your hands, it was lightweight and you sliced it into thin strips wrapping them up into long tubes. You soaked your hands in glue, pasting them together overlaying them around a stick with the ends bulked up with hot glue. You slowly built a scavenged arm with the junk in your room.

You sipped a warm soup, some kind that was creamy and pale with soft chunks of pale meat and a green vegetable, thin slivers of orange. You’re sure you knew the name once but at the moment your mind was hollow of any thoughts except those related to the arm. It slipped into your dreams, you could see your hands working and sewing. Paper would be combined with some of the plastic trash you had thought of working with. The paper would be layered with thin cloth scraps. The hand and arm combined in your dreams and in reality as you worked on it constantly. You ate and drank sure, but it was pushed off, delayed until the pangs made you moan in pain or until they stopped altogether. In some sense you forgot about the three men, the door was unlocked though you couldn’t ever remember checking it. Your cat and his plump butt would woddle in and out on occasion, resting in your bed, the closet, even the shelves watching and for the most part leaving you alone, content with just observing.

On day two of the haze, the men soon dubbed it, your arm had gone from a plan and a small pile of papers, threads, cloth, and other junk that you scrambled together, to a frame of plastic bones and strips of muscle. Thin and pink, like bacon decorated with ligaments and tendons.

Day three, those muscles were applied to the forearms and upper arms, while the placements needed adjusting and some final securing against their anchor points. The hands were mostly bones, but they had been firmly placed together and some of the smaller connections had been mapped out.

Day four the muscles were anchored in place and the hands were bulked up with their flesh. Thin coating sheets of a thin connective tissue substitute, had been prepped and some of the major arteries and veins had been completed as well.

Day five had seen the total completion of blood vessels and muscle placement in the limb, the connective tissue and fat had been applied in a majority of the project and the skin was in the process of being colored and matched to have a correct look to it. You fell asleep pulling at the connections admiring how they moved correctly.

Day six had been the day of installing the skin and a final fatty layer. In some ways the skin was applied like a sock, and in some places it was secured with adhesives or thread. You watched it move, trimmed and altered the measurements of the skin covering. The seams looked almost bruised in the dim lighting of sunset.

Day seven was additions of nails and other details, small hairs, moles, freckles, scars, and normal discoloration. Perhaps you had been looking at it too long as the daylight faded but the seams in the skin looked lighter, more of a pink tinted white of a scar on pale skin, then the sight differences in the original fabric of the covering.

Day eight you corrected the colors and details on and off the shoulder. The muscles that connected to the humerus from the torso sprouted out from it and you gently bundled them in a loose netting for easier storage. The hand was studied from every angle you could think of details marked I. The notes you had been writing, and then the arm was placed up on a shelf. You went to bed before the sun set that day, the door to your room was wide open possibly for the last few days, it didn’t matter. As you laid there, so tired that you slowly seemed to forget how to move. You gazed at it proudly even as your eyelids suffocated your vision. Its fingers twitched, tapping lightly on the shelves, slowly, again and again until you fell asleep.

When you woke your neck was stiff and your back sore but you slid out of bed like sludge. Pooling the sheets on the floor, small missed scraps of paper and thread were either covered by the fabric wave or swept away with the wind. As you zombie walked into the kitchen you caught stares from the three kidnappers. To them it was a surprise you had awoken with the sunrise let alone left your not-so-much-of-a-prison room. Though your pain from restless work was mildly debilitating as you burned your hands with hot water to relieve some of the stiffness in your hands and fingers. You were young so you couldn’t be sure, but you wondered if this is sort of what arthritis felt like.

Through your yawning you couldn’t argue as Shalnark pulled you away with a towel towards the couch. He spoke softly and lovingly as he rubbed your hands and wrists, as the tv was switched by Phinks to something only you really enjoyed. You heard the cabinets open and close, so it was guaranteed that Feitain had taken your breakfast upon himself.

“You’re still weak aren’t you?”

“You should eat slowly, but as much as you can.”

“We don’t want you vomiting-“

“We can always get you something small too, so you don’t throw up from eating too much.”

It was back and forth between the two blonds. While you knew they argued from time to time they finished sentences before they were halfway complete, shifted to slightly different things without a break in their linguistic flow. While Shalnark took time to focus on small hygienic notes, Phinks looked at the physical well-being of your body, and from the kitchen Feitain used a knife to complete your nutritional needs.

“You have pin pricks all over your fingers!”

“You need to walk more.”

“Eat light first.”

“They’re bruised!”

“You’re ready to collapse at any moment!”

“Need more vitamins!”

“We’re glad you're okay.”

So you sat with them, walking back and forth across the room, trimming and painting your nails with a clear polish, snacking on cutely shaped octopus sausages. You showed them the arm, pulling and poking at the muscles, running your fingers across the smooth skin. It was a pride and joy of yours, and it looked so lifelike for your first attempt! Words and explanations tumbled like water out of your mouth, listing off ideas and things to improve it, how these could be something realistic like a large puppet. Though the tv buzzed quietly as it grew dark, the four of you dozed off in the living room, scattered across the floor with pillows and blankets, and the cat taking up the role of pillow himself.

Sometimes, like this day, it felt normal. Like a home and a family that had always been your own. The kidnapping hadn’t happened in this living dream. You still had your makeshift little art studio thing that was set up in your living room, and the window of your apartment may have had too many layers of white paint that the window easily got jammed when you tried to open it. That self you had stolen from a neighbor’s trash may have been stained and kissed by a few stickers but it still had that look that reminded you of your childhood bedroom. Instead of the couch you could pull yourself onto a cheap futon, one too firm to be good to sleep on but one you commonly woke on in the morning. Being awake in the silence made you realize it all more than you wanted.

The tv eventually turned off as you laid there exhausted but unable to fully fall asleep. “Feitan…” you whispered, not waiting for a response. “I don’t know why I’m here. I can’t figure out if I hate you or myself, or anyone else. I don’t want this, you know that, but even though I want to scream, I like these moments like today. It feels like a bad dream, but also like a good one. I don’t know what I’m saying, you’re probably asleep anyways.” You rolled over smacking yourself into the backrest of the couch, it was easier to hide from your embarrassment than anything else. “I’m an idiot.” You groaned into the cushions as your cat climbed up into your back, his claws gently digging into your waist.

You rolled and turned, your arm, crafted to perfection, laid perched on the table. Its fingers tapped and wiggled a rhythms. You held it. Feeling its muscles move and squirm as it holds gently onto your arm. Like a newborn you cradle it and wander down the hall, slipping away from the three men all asleep. You feel light, as if gliding across the floor or hovering a few inches above it. Nothing makes you consider going back to bed as your cat slowly trails after you. His wide eyes look up at you as you juggle the basement door’s handle, and lead yourself down the stairs.

Your work station was left mostly untouched, the table pushed back a few inches, the pile of paint tubes tidy in their box. Some of your notes had fallen from their spots on the wall but you ignored them and approached the table where the man still laid.

He gasped for air struggling to breathe through his panicking as he saw you approach. “Who are you!” He yelled weakly, and restlessly, you hardly understood him through the heavy breaths. “Get away from me! Just let me die please!”

His arm, the one that was broken, was horribly infected. It was bright red and swollen, the bone was now poking out through inflamed muscle and skin, now covered and leaking puss. In the furthest parts of his hand his fingers had turned an almost black purple, and he was struggling to move most of the arm.

The arm would need to be removed.

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thunderstomm · 1 year ago

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Assorted G3 Heath Burns GIFsi made, all from the episode ‘Scareer Day’ !!.

Aka, my favorite one, other than maybe Nightmare Nightmore and Monster Match, Season Two better give me more of Heath Burns STAT. (:

Free to use with or without credit. (:

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reptil-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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Everything that Heath has ever done in all of the G1, including webisodes, movies, videogames and comics

This is a VERY long post, a 20 page long document, containing 9400 words of information, kinda like a masterpost but it doesnt have links to other posts

also this can and probably is weirdly writen, english is my second lenguage (Spanish version here)

(Blinkie taken from here)

Heath Burns

The document (Because i am insane)

Wiki and extra facts

Heath Burns is a 2010-introduced and all-around character. Being a young fire elemental, Heath still is in the process of learning to control his powers and he suffers no less for it than his environment. Fear, excitement, or just a moment of absentmindedness is enough to pass his flames on to where he no longer controls them. It does not help that Heath himself is impulsive and impatient and has limited regard for others' wellbeing, meaning that his fire isn't even required for him to be the cause of chaos. Students and teachers alike are on guard if Heath is involved, which is necessary, but nonetheless hurts him because it means any effort to grow out of his habits is met with demoralizing skepticism. Heath likes to think of himself as the "guys want to be me, girls want to date me"-type, neither of which he actually is.

Age: 15 years olds

The following things are wrote in first person as if Heath had written it

Freaky Flaw: I have a slight self-control issue, causing me to accidentally burst into flames at the worst possible times. My dad also says that my attention span is so short that, Hey! What was that?

Favorite Activity: I love playing video games because I always get to be the hero, and if I make a mistake, I can hit the reset button.

Favorite subject: Physical Deaducation. I can show my crazy athletic skills in front of the ghouls. But in another bit of info he says that his favourite subject is Music, since he’s an “avid guitar player” (He isn’t)

Least Favorite Subject: Mad Science. It's not that I don't like the subject, but there are many distractions in the classroom. But he also says that “Any class when I don’t get to sit next to a scary-cute ghoul” in another bit of info

Favorite color: Red and Yellow

Best Friends: Clawd Wolf & Deuce Gorgon

Extra-scare-icular activities: Track team

He also considers as friends, and therefore spends time with them: Manny Taur, Slo Mo, Gil Webber, Hoodude Voodoo and Kjersti Trollson (online).

Despite the fact that Heath is a pain magnet and Hoodude(15) is the same, except that he transmits pain to other people close to him, Hoodude and Heath get together from time to time and get along well.

Kjersti Trollson(14), met Heath online, through the internet and through video games, and the two have been close ever since, despite Heath's surprise to discover that she was a girl, which is a delicate matter for Kjersti. Despite this, he respects his loudmouth personality and recognizes him as a skilled player. She considers him one of her best friends during her time at Monster High.

Slo Mo (17) doesn't seem to have much of a problem with Heath's antics

Manny (16) had no friends during his bully days, but today he considers Heath his best friend.

Deuce (16): Best Friends (below is when they first met, written from Heath's perspective)

Buddies for Life

Mom’s always telling me to clean up the mess in my room, and I always answer that there’s a place for everything, and everything’s in its place. She says it’s only true when the said place is the floor. While tidying up, I found an old picture of summer camp. I don’t remember these holidays being exactly fun until Deuce came along. I guess it’s because I only ran into trouble. It was harder back then than it is today to control my flames. I don’t if it was being expelled from archery practice for setting the arrows on fire (I still shot the target with them) or maybe because I set the rope on fire while practicing knots, but I manage to scare away the instructors as well as the other campers from day one. I was wondering what to expect from the rest of my stay. That’s when the new guy walked into the cabin. He had snakes instead of hair and weird sunglasses attached to his head, so they didn’t fall off. He said, “Hey dude! Wanna give me a tour?”. From that moment on, Deuce and I became best buds. I did run into more trouble after that, but Deuce was still there once the smoke cleared out.

Jackson (16) doesn't have him as a friend, neither does Holt, just as a family member (I mean, Heath doesn't have them as friends either, but come on man)

Clawd (17) says that he doesn't have best friends directly, but he does mention that he usually spends more time with Heath because of different sports activities since they're both on most of the school teams

In the Monster High books, Heath is not related to the Jekylls/Hydes at all; however he does have an older sister, Harmony Burns.

In 2020, it was confirmed that Heath may be a part of the LGBTQIA+ community as Garrett on his Instagram account stated that he likes/flirts with anyone (HE’S PAN I SWEAR TO GOD) (I am projecting there)

Heath usually prefers to dress in a way that isn't too showy, thinking he might envy the other boys and students at Monster High, but he still likes to look cool (Even if that means using the same outfit in the entire series lmao)

“Attention Chaperones!

Thank you for volunteering your Valentine's Day to watch over our student body ball. While our students are known for displaying exemplary behavior, select monsters should be given an extra caring eye to prevent any mischief.

Watch List

Heath Burns – known for heating up. Chaperones will be issued a fire extinguisher in the form of a corsage to help douse any situations that flame up.”

During a recent Creative Conjuring Class, we were challenged with writing a personal essay exploring inner thoughts of self. Heads turned towards me instantly. No one thinks I can be serious; Ghouls laugh at me when I try and ask them out; teachers always blame me for pranks. Well, the truth is I am a very serious monster, with a lot of deep feelings. To set the record straight, so to speak, I decided to publish my essay (which got an A by the way). Breathe fire all you want, because I'm proud of who I am.

WHO AM I? The Monster Inside.

By Heath Burns

It's hard out there for a mildly funny prankster. Most monsters deal with the same questions of self – who am I? What do I want in un-life? Even some of my closest monsters wonder who I am, and to be honest, many times so do I. It leads me to ask, can one ever truly know the real monster inside? Or is un-life just a continuous hunt to find purpose to feed the soul? I know that one thing that truly feeds me is my passion for fun, but no one seems to get the humor in my punch lines. The hardest part is being tormented by the feeling that no monster will ever truly understand me.

Most times, I just feel completely misunderstood. On the outside, I'm Heath Burns – class clown and UHHHn-defeated prankster! It's an external personae – everyone has one. Don't get me wrong, I love to laugh and practical jokes really are my forte, but occasionally a monster just wants to mellow out and have a serious convo with the pretty ghoul from Biteology class. Unfortunately, most monsters don't let me express my sensitive side, because they expect a joke at every turn. Since I’m a pro, I always give my audience what they expect – but sometimes it can be a total buzz kill.

That being said, the Heath Burns lifestyle is one awesome ride! I am who I am, and that's all I want or need to be. Monsters may think they have my personality pegged, but they're dead wrong. I am strong, unique and totally the beast guy to have around when you’re in need of a gut busting laugh. But I'm also caring and creative – so don't forget you should never judge a clown by his worst joke.

I am myself, I am unique and I am a freakishly awesome monster!

Abbey and Heath to Slice Out the Competition

December 03, 2012

Winter sports season is finally in full swing now that the Monster X-Games championship is set to take place in less than a month's time. With student bodies Abbey Bominable and Heath Burns preparing to freeze out their opposition as a fierce duo this year, the competition is bound to heat up quickly.

Given Abbey's fervor for snowboarding, we imagine we'll see some wickedly good tricks on the monster pipe while Heath is expected to melt the ice during the Beast Trick round. Rumors are also spreading about a synchronized ski competition for the pair. How did the two get wrangled into sharing the competition? Gil says Heath practically burst into flames at the chance to spend a little one-on-one time with Abbey.

No matter what the reason for their matchup, monsters everywhere are screaming in excitement over the possibilities. These super athletes are sure to put on a creeperific show this winter.

Heath Burns: I have a burning crush on the coolest ghoul in school, but I'm not sure she knows I'm alive. I don't want to declare my love if she doesn't feel the same way. How can I get her to notice me?

C.A. Cupid: Love is worth the risk. You must tell her how you feel. Even if her initial response is icy, your re-hot feeling may melt her heart

Series/Webisodes

Volume 1

This would be the first time we see him (I think his actual presentation would be New Ghoual @ School, the first movie). He´s shown talking to background characters mostly, first year in high school maybe? Or second year of highchool but he just moved to Monster High, I say this because Draculaura calls him “new guy”.

He’s trying to give a good impression, but in a “hey guys I’m cool” way

He´s immature, at least compared to the other manster, he´s a year younger than the rest

He´s shown trying to flirt with Frankie one time (This does not work for him btw)

Draculaura flirts with him first, I would guess they have a date that went really wrong off camera, because in later episodes Draculaura is shown to really dislike him lol

He has a really big ego when it comes to sports, like, he truly believes he´s the best in them (I like to think that this because they´re one of the only things he´s always been good at, compared to his other classes). He even says that some sports shouldn’t be for girls (BY THE WAY, WHAT THE FUCK WITH THAT?? LIKE??? HUH??? THIS IS LITERALLY THE ONLY SUBJECT HE ACTS LIKE THIS)

Volume 2

He really wants to go with Draculaura to that prom, dance?? (I don’t know what’s it’s called honestly), but Draculaura doesn´t want to go with him. If you think about it, this may be because she was the only person who first approached him in a good way; so maybe Heath thought Draculaura wouldn't turn him down. The way he insists her isn't cool tho, and it takes calling Clawd to threaten him so he stops.

He isn´t angry with Clawd afterwards tho, Heath actually doesn´t appear in the “prom” later in the episode, so he really didn´t have anyone else to go with

He´s good friends with Gil! He helps him get the courage to tell his parents what he has with Lagoona.

He doesn't have the best relationship with Jackson?, he doesn't treat him badly in front of him, and he even is shown to repeatedly spend time with him, but it's quite clear that for some reason he doesn't want Jackson to be in Monster High (Heath only acts like this during this volume tho)

He’s included in the friend group of the ghouls, but I think this is mostly because he´s spends time with Deuce, Gil and Jackson, since the ghouls constantly don’t want to spend time with him

By the way, this is important to me, but Heath has only been shown to be attracted to the physical appearance of people, and tends to act quickly on those feelings, trying to flirt with the background girls (They don’t like him tho). I like to think he’s in some part of the aromantic spectrum because of this (Demiro maybe?)

Volume 3

He’s shown spending waaaayy more time with Manny ( :/ )

The times he's rude with others it’s really because he's like really honest. This guy does not realize that what he is saying is rude to others and may hurt them

He flirts with Abbey like a lot, and Abbey is shown to at least find him funny

Saying this again, but every time he develops a short crush with a girl its purely a physical attraction and not a romantic one, I think the fisrt time he actually wants to be in a more serious thing is whith Abbey, but he also takes a lot of time to even realize this

All of his friends would blame him for any type of fire related accident, like they wouldn’t even think about it

He really helps Frankie in that New Year episode where she stops time, like totally platonic, friend helping another friend thing

HE’S A GAMER, I KNOW THIS IS SAID BEFORE IN THE WIKI PART, BUT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THIS IS SHOWN IN THE SERIES

He really cares about his friends lives (yes, I am talking about the ghouls in this), and he tries to warn them thay they could be in danger, but literally nobody takes him seriously

He’s scared by Jhonny Spirit lol

Talking about Hoodude he’s shown to be rude with him in a singular episode, but I suppose he apologized afterwards. Since later in the volume they’re shown to be on good terms and Heath does not get angry with him if he accidentally hurts him

HE’S SCARED OF AN OLD TYPREWRITER???? I DON’T KNOW (Yes this was funny enough for me to type it)

Volume 4

He’s shown way less

He’s a fan of Catty Noir lol

He tends to get lunch with Hoodude x)

He’s in more sports than before, Maybe he just signs up for every sport in the school (except swimming)

He spends more time with Manny :(

He helps or is in the art club as a model!

Volume 5

He almost never appears in this volume

He’s speaking with Manny in the interchange episode and he doesn’t appear much during that arc, so I guess went to Greece with Manny?? Completely guessing here

He wants to be a vampire in the Casta Frierce episode lol

When he goes to that party he doesn’t go with a formal outfit or anything, he just shows up with his normal everyday outfit, this thing he does it in almost every single party episode btw. He’s shown dancing with Jinafire btw!

Volume 6

He appears three times literally

In the arc of the circus thingy, he appears in the background with a different t-shirt and cooking some sausages with a stick, he literally doesn’t do anything more

And the other time he appears it’s when he some books fall on top of him when he’s searching for something in his locker

Extra episodes

He’s actually cheering on the casketball team instead of playing with them

And he went to the beach, he’s shown to spend time with Hoodude talking together, and he also plays with Clawd a bit.

Movies

New Ghoul at School

Appears using his cellphone in the background

HE TRIES TO FLIRT WITH FRANKIE AS HIS FIRST INTERACTION???

When Deuce tells him to stop he ignores him and keeps trying to flirt with Frankie

Deuce Stones him for not stopping and he takes his statue with him as he leaves

And the end he appears dancing with Draculaura

Fright On:

He's at the mall with this half-goat guy, those from Greek mythology, I think they’re called satyr?? Faun Boy??? Whatever

He likes Iris and Scarah for their appearances

He sits beside Jackson in one scene, I think he waves hello to Manny

He doesn´t like the science class, maybe because it’s more of a wait around class than anything, He invoked a small version of a Cthulhu thingy

He tried to flirt with two different vampire girls

THEY SHOWED HIM INSIDE A WATER TANK? DUDE? AS A GAME FOR THE PARTY??

He was looking at the fight between the werewolves and vampires, HE FAINTED???

At the end he tries to flirt with Gory, but a zombie ends up splashing him with water

Why do ghouls fall in love?:

They invited him to Draculaura's birthday, he was dancing with these vampires from the previous movie (it's a dream from Draculaura btw)

Trying to pay attention to Mr. Rotter's class as far as it seems (he's struggling with the book)

Ok this doesn't make sense, but Ghoulia's computer bug makes her "perfect match" appear as Heath

HE IS SO HAPPY THAT GHOULIA IS SUPPOSEDLY HIS PERFECT MATCH; he goes and tells some friends at lunch, Gil and Lagoona tell him not to be crazy and to take the date more calmly and Heath tells them "but I'm her perfect partner, right? I should act like always". Deuce seems interested in seeing how Heath treats this situation, but more in a way of waiting for Heath to fuck up

He accidentally burned a book while trying to flirt Ghoulia :(

He went to look for Ghoulia to hang out with her I guess (inconvenient at the moment but it's not his fault)

Heath made a song for her :3

Heath listens to the radio show of Cupid thing but it’s because they are throwing more “hard” tips because Abbey is the one who is talking. He was in the library with Ghoulia to accompany her, he accidentally burned a book again for wanting to give it to Ghoulia

Ghoulia wasn't very happy with the things they tried so she wants to tell him to stop this thing they were doing later

Heath ends their thingy with Ghoulia first, seeing that a serious relationship is not for him (and that it wasn't working out), but he still asks Ghoulia if she doesn't get mad about this or anything, because she still worries about their friendship. Ghoulia tells him that there is no problem, Heath then goes to go with flirt again with the girls

Escape from skull shores:

He’s back in those water tanks from attraction parks

Why is he so egocentric in this?? He just told this skeleton guy to use the muscles when he clearly doesn't have them (mocking him) and telling Howleen that girls can't throw? What the hell? He didn’t act like since Volume 1

He deserved that Howleen threw him inside the water, but why the hell did the water had piranhas inside of it????

Heath laughs at the destruction of public space (arson win) lol

Heath runs off to recess along with Manny

He is afraid of the circus performer

He’s standing there watching each other kill each other on the roof lol

I think he was talking to operetta??? On the island at the end

Friday Night Frights

He's on the skating team

previous season of the sport as of now

Substitute for the team along with Manny, calls the gargoyles fools

Makes fun of the other team as he skates too

They lost the thing? I don’t remember right now. Manny almost kills him because he pushes him. Heath is really sad about their team losing. He's disappointed when Clawd says he's canceling the next season of the sport

He’s watching at that thing to see who could make the new players for the team

He doesn't pay much attention when a werewolf says that a girl shouldn't be teaching guys about the sport, but he does laugh at another's guy joke about the same thing

Surprised by Lagoona's abilities!

He doesn't say anything to Lagoona when she says he wants to join the team, but he seems confused. When Frankie asks why Manny doesn't want to play with girls, Heath replies "because it's a man's sport, it's sacred! It's tradition."

Manny says that they are not going to make the team then, Heath goes along with the idea, and he says "well see ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya!" And then if tells them good luck putting together a team without men

He went to see (along with Clawd and Manny) the first tournament of the season, obviously to make fun of the ghouls; he’s carrying a camera to record them lol

He laughs at the Ghouls the next day (along with literally all the other guys)

Do I have to keep saying that he continues to make fun of the girls along with Manny? He’s still carrying the camera by the way. Operetta tells them to like, get lost or something

He went to watch the games together with Manny, obviously to record when the girls lost, but when he sees that the girls are using other strategies and are going ahead pf the other team, he is surprised and applauds them (puts the camera down)

He doesn’t appear in the next game

In the next game he’s cheering them on with the rest of the school

Heath and Manny apologize to the girls, admitting they were jerks

He’s was talking to Rochelle about the matches I guess :3

Next game/final game he’s on the cheer squad to cheer them on :3 (He accidentally burns the pompom)

He was about to kill the gargoyles for/because of the shield (I don’t remember what this refers to)

He was going to record them when they were celebrating, Manny then pushes him and Heath ends up crashing into Clawd

Passage of time to the next season of the sport this (aka the time when the movie starts)

He’s playing in the team again <3

Ghouls rule:

He fell asleep in the movie that they’re playing in class for Halloween :3

He said he failed history once, saying it was because he accidentally burned the book and couldn't study. When he says this he accidentally burns his book, Abbey puts out the burned book before anything else catches fire (for some reason everyone laughs at him?)

He was going to laugh at the pumpkins set as a threat, inadvertently activating the trap. Abbey shields him from being hurt and Heath thanks her.

They make fun of him (Manny and the rest of random guys) because Abbey saved him??? He gets really sad about this. Especially because the first one who laughs at him is Manny

In the Ms. Bloodgood room he sits next to Frankie, separated from Manny

He seems happy or interested with the meeting for Halloween that Cleo organizes

He tries to help Abbey not to drop a book on her head, it goes wrong and he ends up colliding with the locker, the book falls on his head and he sets it on fire. ABBEY AND LAGGONA DON'T EVEN ASK HIM IF IHE’S OKAY?? UH????? I GUESS??????

He takes some time to even recognize the secret greeting for the thing that Cleo is organizing, frustrating (I think) Clawd and ending up saying out loud what the greeting was for. He ends up crashing into another locker

He’s really interested in like, pulling a prank on the humans

He looks confused/concerned at Jackson when he shows up

Follow the rest with the idea that Holt should go instead of Jackson :(

He's super interested in pulling this prank on the humans (repeating myself here), He’s even carrying one rotten egg for the prank, I think he's the only one who took something like that? I have to say that he's probably good with basketball tricks because he does those kinds of tricks with this egg and he does it really well.

Manny gets mad at him for this?

Clawd tells him to be careful and Heath looks at him somewhat disappointed, telling him to have some confidence in him.

Holt bumps into him and makes Heath drop the egg, he tries to catch it but trips over a stone and can’t, he gets really sad about this

CLAWD TELLS HIM "I TOLD YOU SO" YOU SON OF A BITCH IT WASN'T HIS FAULT (Sorry I got angry in here)

Holt flashes a flashlight into Heath eyes/face to get him to hurry up

Disappointed that someone already did a graffiti in the human school before them, but says it's a much better job than what they were going to do

He runs fast! (Although it is obvious, in the series he was part of the track team)

He hides with Manny in a place of dishes/pots, when he sees that they weren't caught he gets excited and sets himself on fire, I think it's Manny who ends up breaking the place because Heath doesn't move from where he was sitting

Confused when he joins the rest to see that they are accusing Holt

He does not put up much resistance for this human party idea, he seems surprised actually

He wants to dance with Abbey at the party but he couldn’t.

He doesn't even want to be close to that blonde girl, he makes a scared face when she talks to him

When eating a spicy food (Abbey stops him before, telling him that they are too spicy, but he eats it anyway, saying that he was going to resist) he doesn't resist?? I guess?? For comedy factor?? He sets himself on fire, revealing that he is indeed a monster and inadvertently so are his friends. Abbey tries to put it out but Heath keeps running until he can put out the fire with a bucket of water.

Seems ready to fight with the humans when discovered

He tries to "protect" Abbey when they have to escape from the police, but while running he slips on a puddle and Abbey ends up helping him

He’s biting his nails when the Ms. Bloodgood is scolding them, maybe he does it when he is nervous?

He’s laying on the desk during detention until Frankie talks. He replies that he thinks it's cool that Holt had done the graffiti.

Has a “the fuck” face as he listens to Cleo complaining

I think he was talking to Toralei?

I think he's saying "awesome" when Cleo lies about Holt pulling those pranks

Tells Cleo the she should tell Holt everyone has his back

Tries to get Abbey out of detention, obviously doesn't do anything of what he says when the professor swings a dagger at his face, saying he has to go (Abbey seeing this says that Heath is "obviously" not part of the plan)

I'm saying it now, but Heath has no reaction when Holt takes the punishment of being killed. WHICH MAKES NO SENSE BECAUSE HE'S HIS FUCKING COUSIN MAYBE HE SHOULD REACT??? LIKE DUDE

Help with the plan to get the humans into the hall, to get their attention he taunts them and makes sure he's set on fire to light the way for the humans; I think he laughs nervously

He's really happy about the things that Abbey can do. When he sees that the ice statue is going to fall on top of him, he throws a ball of fire at it to melt it (I think it's one of the few times he does something like that?) He ends up going out dancing with Abbey thanks to this

After dancing with Abbey help the bullies (those blonde guys that look like jocks) to roast some marshmallows in his heads, I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT HE'S SITTING IN A BABYGIRL POSE OK I DON'T KNOW (gay?!¡?????!?!!!)

He’s good at sliding down rails?? With only his feet?? Cool??

Scaris City of frights:

Had a turn at the fashion show that Clawdeen organized at school, He’s so excited to participate (along with Deuce and Clawd)

Toralei's (fucking asshole) wants to humiliate Clawdeen (and Heath) changing the outfit he had to wear for the show

He is quite nervous about going out with the dress, he still does what he can (as he himself says) to wear it

Heath helps Ghoulia carry her scooter, which he has a hard time carrying, but manages in the end. Clawd and Deuce laugh at him for this??

He is so happy to be able to spend time with Deuce and Clawd! He literally says that "there is no better fun than with friends" and wants to high-five Deuce and Clawd, they look at him confused/disgusted and leave him standing there. Heath is confused as to why they left him hanging/ignored.

Heath tells Clawd that well, Draculaura is in the city of love, and in his case he would be jealous (Heath is always this very sincere without really wanting to hurt his friends feelings) he asks for a high five back to Clawd, and Deuce freeze him for this (Since Clawd gets sad and Heath doesn’t notices)

He’s so glad that for once he’s told that he was right about something. He literally tells Clawd not to worry, that it's not going to happen like last time (Valentine) and that Draculaura wouldn't left him for another dude.

He doesn't seem very convinced that Clawd is going to ask Cupid for help.

Clawd just says thanks to Deuce for going with him to Scaris. He then SARCASTICALLY says thanks to Heath for coming, literally telling him afterwards "I didn't want you to come though" (I think at least that what he says in Spanish)

Heath tells him that he wouldn't miss an opportunity to skip school. I KNOW HE’S IGNORING THE OTHER COMMENT I KNOW; that or he doesn’t understand sarcasm?

He was almost killed by a gargoyle on the airplane

Says "I miss girls who speak my language" when he arrives in Scaris lmao (in difference as Deuce and Clawd say that their miss Cleo and Draculaura)

I think he stopped for a second to see the mural that Ghoulia was doing

Doesn't stop Clawd from talking to a mime lmao

Gives money to Ghoulia's monkey!!!

He’s tired of looking for the ghouls; He does not seem very convinced to go to the catacombs to look for them as indicated by Clawd

Heath is lighting up the way for the boys to go through the catacombs

He's not like, very happy to see/find the girls compared to Clawd and Deuce

He kicks down a door!! He took it out from melting the sides from where it is connected to the wall; and did this only using one finger like a blowtorch!!

Clawdeen slams the door on him AND DOES NOT APOLOGIZE

He doesn't even complain about being squashed with the door :(

He asks sadly if anyone missed him, no one answers him, except Abbey with a "maybe me, very little" AND HEATH GETS TOO HAPPY ABOUT THIS; respects Abbey when she tells him not to push

HE FIXED ROCHELLE'S CAR BY THE WAY I DON'T WANT TO SAY ANYTHING BUT HE FIXED A FUCKING CAR. He's really proud of this by the way

I don't know why but when he goes with Abbey on a scooter he cannot accommodate/sit well on it

TRALEI DID THE SAME THING AGAIN, TO HUMILLIATE HIM IN FRONT OF THW CROWD AND UUUAHUDSF

KING, KING SLAY, COME ON HEATH GOD I LOVE YOU, KNOW IT IS HARD FOR YOU TO WEAR MORE FEMININE CLOTHES BUT YOU DID IT KING. By the way, he accidentally falls at the end of the catwalk.

He is so proud I adore him

He tells Clawdeen that the speech she made was beautiful, and asks for a high-five, Clawdeen is the only one who returns it, when he does, he says "about time! :D"

He falls off the catwalk again and they laugh at him

In the photos he accidentally burns a bird lol

Uh that weird end part of the movie

He says that girls do magic to fit all the clothes they wear in their baggage

He was talking to Deuce when Frankie gives him a bag. He says "I don't want to be seen carrying this girly bag like this" Which ok doesn't make sense because he says this after walking a fashion runway in a skirt??

He wants to flirt with Jinafire??

In Heath's defense, he didn't know the book was alive.

He asks Deuce if Jinafire is interested in him and Deuce literally replies that "you're imagining things" and he's goes to flirt with her anyway

HE WAS RUN OVER BY ELEPHANTS???

In the hot air balloons, he accidentally burns the rope for trying to flirt with Jinafire

He is not used to cold places and is shown to be almost freezing, unlike dragons like Jinafire he is capable of generating fire at any altitude/temperature

He says "that's amazing" when the book goes away again lmao

He is the only one helping to move the car

He’s also not good in desert places? He’s itchy

Help Ghoulia flee in Transylvania

Is he the only one paddling????? In the middle of the ocean?? They were eaten by a sea serpent

He has a confused face with what Jinafire says about the book.

(I just realized that he is wearing flip flops lmao)

THE BOOK THROWS ITSELF INTO HIM AND I THINK PUSHES HIM?

He accidentally set the balloon on fire but it worked anyway

HE HAS A CONCERNED FACE WHEN CLAWDEEN TALKS TO THE BOOK LMAO

13 wishes:

He wants to participate in "Die Trying" along with Clawd and Manny; Right now he's recording what Clawd was doing. The camera breaks because water fell on it but it's not his fault

The next time he accidentally burns the camera because he got excited

Seems confused that he's being put on the show because of Howleen's wish but doesn't complain or anything

He presents himself as flirtatious in the show

Happy/excited to be able to participate!

The next time you see him, he's already half worried about the feat they have to do, but he's still happy

He's the first to notice and tell Manny and Clawd that he's tired of the show (he seems nervous that they'll call him a coward for this but they don't).

He doesn't even want to participate anymore but he is obliged by the one host of the show

He gets to the point of hiding in garbage cans so he doesn't have to participate, saying it's humiliating; although he says "no, I swear I'm not afraid of the contest" although he is literally hiding so as not to participate, just like Manny and Clawd

Deuce asks them what the hell they are doing in the garbage cans, when he answers Deuce he ends up being found by the host of the show

In the next feat he doesn't even want to be there anymore, half-jokingly says that "we could do it with our hands tied behind our backs" to encourage Clawd and Manny but the host takes this as recommendation and does exactly that to them

The next time he is seen, he looks like shit, with a broken or sprained foot and using a medical crutch and a bruised right eye. He slips on garbage, catches fire and accidentally throws Manny and Clawd on top of him, with this he says "I should be used to this by now".

He looks surprised and confused at the host of the show, I repeat again that he doesn't want to participate anymore; Manny helps him get up btw

The next time he is seen is in the last feat, they were going to be the first to complete it until Howleen refunds (?) the wish. He was excited to be the first to win (this time they are seen they’re no longer hurt)

When they fall they end up in Monster High again, since they were shown to be almost in the middle of the ocean or something similar

He’s seen again at the party

Spectra asks them how the show went and like little assholes they lie that it wasn't a problem, Heath specifically says that "I fell asleep for most of it". Although when they see the light that illuminated them throughout the competition, they hide again

Frights camera action:

He went to the movies with Hoodude (and Jackson I think)

He likes the protagonist of the movie hehe. When Draculaura stops to complain about the movie, Heath tells her to sit down because it's blocking his view.

Jackson gets worried when Heath sets himself on fire for saying he likes the star of the movie lmao

He doesn't seem very interested in hearing Draculaura tell the story of vampire royalty and is currently leading the way along with Clawd and Gil

When Hoodude falls it hurts Heath, this is interesting because it indicates that Hoodude must have something from Heath (I discard the idea that it was because he was closer to him, since the girls were closer to Hoodude). Heath doesn't get mad at him anyway

The next time he appears he is waving goodbye to Draculaura from the balcony along with the rest of her friends who didn't go with her

I guess when Hoodude leaves he returns what he had from Heath; or before it directly hurt only Heath for comedy factor

He's at the opening of the second movie (In universe)!! I think he was supposed to go and see it with Abbey (he's mad that Abbey sat with an actor)

Freaky fusion:

He appears the first time at minute 53 how do you feel about that huh

He’s watching this uh theatre show, greets Frankie happily

btw his hair is on fire during the whole scene

He gets scared when this monster of Victor appears alongside the rest

HES FLABBERGHASTED??? HE THOUGHT THE MONSTER WAS PART OF THE SHOW, I???

Just when something gets thrown at his head is that he runs away and his hair burns off

He’s the first one to think "save frankie??". then he does say "lets save frankie"

in the last theathre show his fair is on fire again and he is very happy at the history/performance and :3

Haunted:

He went to see the swimming team, apparently he says something to Clawd while they cheer

He celebrates much less than the rest of the group/school

He appears way more excited to cheer on Lagoona

When the opponent's team fails, he celebrate

He’s one of the calmest if nothing is happening

Is he sitting next to Hoodude?

He sat down next to Clawd again, he seems bored

He has Spectra blog notifications turned on

He asks Clawd if the rumor/thing it's true and goes away with Deuce before hearing an answer

He is talking to Manny and Deuce the next time he appears

He almost falls asleep on the stairs with Manny and Deuce, Manny kicks him to get him to listen to him

He kept a 😦 face when he saw the ghostly boat

He disappears I don’t know bro, runned too fast or something

He’s dancing at the end :33

Boo York Boo York:

He likes Catty Noir as an artist! When he hears that she is going to compose another song he tells her that it’s going to be great

HE’S DANCING WITH JINAFIRE IN CATTY'S MONTAGE??????????

He’s in the background talking to Manny

Somehow he found Ghoulia's lab in the catacombs?? Along with Manny

Think that what Ghoulia is doing is a video game, he is playing with whatever progam Ghoulia was using

He is afraid that Professor Rotter will punish him for playing videogames but he doesn't and he ends up giving him a high five lmao

When Ghoulia needs the big screen Heath doesn't interrupt her or anything, he seems worried until Ghoulia plays the piano, where he starts to dance a little bit

When the meteorite is about to fall, he has a confused and worried face

Celebrates because Ghoulia made it

HE’S DANCING AT THE END

HE’S DANCING ABOVE A TABLE WITH CLAWD AND MANNY???? Supporting Astranova (this is at the very end)

Great scarrier reef:

HE’S PLAYING CASKETBALL WITH DEUCE :3

He looks worried at Lagoona :(

He was talking to Slo Mo and a mantis kid when Lagoona takes the phone from him, says "hey wait!" When she takes it and Heath then seems to complain

He's dancing with Clawd hehe

HE’S CHASING CLAWD??? I think they were playing something with throwing the stick?? Since Clawd was running with a stick in his mouth

Then he was talking to Clawd while they were eating the cupcakes.

HE SEEMS HAPPY WHEN LAGOONA SAYS HE DISINVITED TORALEI, he is literally the only one happy in this lmaooo

Eating the cupcakes with Clawd when Toralei and Lagoona start fighting, he seems excited at the idea of them fighting with each other.

He got more worried because he dropped a cupcake lol

Helps so they don't all fall into the whirlwind, surely he did it desperate since he's lying grabbing Abbey's legs

He has a 😥 face when the girls fall into the whirlwind

He’s having lunch with Clawd when the Kraken comes to school, he had already finished lunch. He’s confused when he sees the Kraken

Has no problem fighting someone when the ghouls ask him to

Says "she doesn't look so tough haha" when Cala appears, but he gets scared when he sees the Kraken and runs

Helps or wants to help in the plan

Does not appear after??? I don't know what he was supposed to do????

HES SLIDIN’ DOWN ONE OF THE KRAKEN ARMS AT THE POOL PARTY

He’s dancing later hehe

Lost Movie

Apparently the first time he would appear he would be talking to Clawd and Deuce

Comics

Hopes and Screams

the first thing that appears about him is "Heath is a good-hearted boy, but he is very clumsy and irresponsible, and always tends to cause chaos when things get a little heated"

He’s helping/supporting Clawdeen with her trendy monster segment at Monster High :3

How can I explain that he only wanted to dress fashionable to impress Abbey, BY THE WAY WHEN ABBEY APPEARS, HE GETS EXCITED AND STARTS BURNING THE POSTER BY ACCIDENT, but just a little bit

Funnily enough, these comics is the only time Heath wears another outfit outside of the circus and beach episodes and the happy 2014 one I think, he's always in his school jacket

BTW, he asks Howleen for help with the outfits so Clawdeen puts him on the blog!

This comic makes me angry against Clawdeen by the way, like she tells him he ia a “fashion disaster” AND THAT’S NOT TRUE HE LOOKS GOOD (that or I don’t have a fashion sense at all) AND HEATH REACTS LIKE IN A “:(“ WAY. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THAT HE TRIED 4 MORE TIMES WITH DIFFERENT OUTFITS EACH TIME

“I don't want to have this kind of rejection Howleen!” AUAUUAGHHHHHH By the way he's having some soda I guess with Howleeen at I guess where Clawdeeen leaves the clothes

HE DOESN’T LIKE THAT OTHER PEOPLE KNOW THAT HE LIKES ABBEY LIKE NOT IN A ANGRY WAY BUT IN A AWKNARD WAY

IN FACT, IT GIVES HIM SO MUCH SHAME THAT HE CATCHES ON FIRE,

On top of that, obviously, later he's upset because what they were drinking I don't know what the hell it is but it was something thick and green and everything stuck to him and his clothes

YOU UNDERSTAND THAT HOWLEEN LOCKS HIM IN A LOCKER SO THEY CAN'T SEE HIM AND HEATH HAS TO YELL AT HER THAT HE'S CLAUTROPHOBIC AND SHE LEAVES HIM THERE AND he IS OBVIOUSLY ANGRY

"You and Heath should stay away from fashion for a while!" SHUT UP CLAWDEEN SHUT UP I BEG YOU

ABOVE THAT WHEN HEATH LEAVES THE LOCKER HE IS SO WORRIED

OVER LITERALLY EVERYTHING I JUST SAID, HE JUST DID ALL OF THIS TO IMPRESS ABBEY AND WHEN HE COMES OUT AND GOES TO TALK TO HER HE IS LIKE “hehe do you like my outfit?” AND ABBEY IS JUST LIKE "Heath, you're wearing the same thing as everyone else" AND LITERALLY HE’S JUST LIKE "UH??? EH??? WHAT"

At the end Clawdeen actually gives him a spot on the fashion blog

In the end he goes out with Abbey

Also appears in “These Boots were made for Rolling”, the story centered on Robecca

Why the fuck the skating team don't wear a uniform, how the hell do people know they're on the same team, dude???

He is surprised with the skates that the zombies have, saying "I can't believe I'm actually jealous of zombie's moves!"

Says that in general the school team should buy new skates because the ones they have are falling apart.

He goes “:0 :(“ when the zombies are so fast that they beat them before they even leave the starting line lol

They have a fair to earn money to buy the skates, and Heath asks Draculaura if she didn't make any of the food, and Draculaura replies “you put a spell on someone once and they mark you for life!” DRACULAURA??? DID YOU PUT A SPELL ON HEATH OR ANOTHER RANDOM???

SAYS THE PHRASE “with our player’s HOT skills and these scary-cool new skates, we can’t lose!” As a mean of cheering on the team/Rochelle

Spoilers! The gargoyle passes them and automatically his reaction is to go to catch up with him.

Robecca hits him

He obviously helps carry Robecca off the track after they crash with Rochelle's help, he gives her a worried look when Robecca half-snaps out of his grip and leaves all frustrated.

Apparently what happens is that a part of Robecca's boots/legs/skates broke and to buy a replacement it cost A LOT, and Heath stays as “:0” when he sees how much it cost but more worried. When Clawd proposes to sell the new skates to pay for Robecca's replacement, Heath thinks it's a great idea.

He’s literally like this “:D” When Robecca gets really happy and auaughsi

I Only Have Eye For You

In a Flashback it is shown that he went to the beach with Slo-Mo and Gil and they were playing Frisbee :3 (He accidentally hits Slo-Mo and apologizes) (End flashabsck)

Goes to greet Abbey and asks her what she is doing. he literally just wanted to spend some time with Abbey, he makes a joke and Abbey, who is busy, tells him that she doesn't have time right now (completely understandable) and Heaths stays like "wow, I don't understand women"

I swear that this kid has autism (Like me!)

I don't know how to explain it but, in the 3 panels between when Abbey leaves and Manny and Gil come to talk to him, he changes his mood three times, first he is “:(” because Abbey doesn't want to spend time with him, then he goes like “heeeyy guys how ya’ doin’” like super confident in himself, and then he's back :( when he notices the thingy is in his head

"It would be pathetic if I'm the only one that no girl asks him to the dance!" Spoiler, no one invited him yet, followed by "No way, I'm a loser!" when Manny and Gil tell him they've already been invited

He REALLY wants Abbey to invite him or something, on top of that he says "The only thing that would make her invite me is if I were as cute as these things are" (My life noooo :( ) And with that he has the idea of making himself cute as those thingies by changing his minds with one

The machine tickles lol. I hadn't noticed before, but as he transforms into this thing I guess he gets excited, because his eyes go blank like when he catches on fire

While Heath is literally transformed, he just wants to give hugs and kisses to his friends <3. HIS PUPILS ARE A HEART OH MY GOD

He kisses Manny and Gil on the forehead, who respond with "How humiliating!" and “Uuuhhhggg”

When he notices Abbey he goes to give a kissy too, but immediately stop when Abbey tells him to sit. Then they go to revert Heath back to normal

He gives Ghoulia a little kiss on the forehead when they are going to return him to normal <3

Automatically apologizes to Ghoulia, telling a joke when Ghoulia tells him that she should put up a security system.

When Ghoulia leaves, Heath asks Abbey how she knew it was him, and Abbey tells her that she knows how to recognize monsters by the kindness they have (auaughh <3)

Abbey ends up inviting him to the party!!

Later (or before???) when he is seen with Clawd, Heath is just accompanying him, Clawd asks him if he saw the tickets he just had and Heath tells him that "no idea, didn't pay attention to that" (he’s just like me…)

when Clawd doesn't have the reservation he had put, Clawd asks Heath if he's being pranked or something, and Heath quite defensively tells him "don't blame us (me) for the fact that you forgot today"

When Clawd leaves angrily Heath says "Luckily his howl is stronger than his bite!" but I don't know if it's like a wish or if it's an affirmation

HE DID NOT EVEN PUT ON A SUIT, HE WENT WITH THE SAME SHIRT HE ALWAYS WEARS

when Valentine comes in and says what he's been doing (which was helping everyone but things went wrong for him) Heath is upset but not directly angry at him, I don't know, like, literally 2 panels later he's really happy so

“And I kissed everyone!” Yeah Heath, yeah

He is one of the first to support Valentine telling him that they will be his friends

I THINK, I THINK HEATH TELLS VALENTINE ABOUT "Rest assured that we are all enjoying this, everything worked out in the end" Since he is the last one he spoke to and it does not appear on the panel so

Who Are The Fright-Mares?

I mean, technically he appears because he’s where Flara Blaze comes from, one of these centaurs combined with a random monster nightmare, that she just comes from Heath's nightmares, which I don't even know how to take because she is represented as super chaotic because she likes to be, saying that this is how she represents the element of fire, but Heath isn't chaotic because he likes to be, he is unintentionally chaotic. On top of that, Flara actively gives him bad dreams if it seems funny to her at the moment

Videogames

Monster High: Ghoul Spirit

Omg heath hi, he is standing next to a locker

Clawdeen asks you to meet Heath (the kid has been standing in the middle of the hall for about an hour) saying that he has a plan to distract Mr.Where

Apparently they also ask you to get Clawd's cell number from Heath lol

Obviously he flirts with you when you ask him for the phone number

HIS PLAN IS TO LIGHT SOMETHING ON FIRE SO THE FIRE SPRINKLERS WILL START WORKING??

I think he does that I'm assuming, it's not like the game is very understandable anyway

Apparently Heath has a hair curler lol

Ok maybe I got lost because I was like 1 hour without paying attention to the lore of this game but, Heath is helping Draculaura :3

I think it’s cute that Heath specifically knows Clawd's favorite color

HE IS JUST STANDING THERE IN THE FINAL SCENE

Monster High: Skultimate Roller Maze

YOU CAN PLAY AS HEATH

COCKY ASS “After I win- You want me to autograph your skates?”

“Of course! The Heathster is the only choice!” when you pick him

Monster High: 13 Wishes.

Doesnt appear

Monster High: New Ghoul in School

The first time he appears he’s at the robotics club, He has shown that he has mechanical skills before (the kid repaired a whole car) but I don't know, maybe he helps to make the external type parts of the robots

When the robot's legs light up, he says “Aw Man, that's so scary-cool!”

IN THE DAY IN THE Level 1 west hall HE IS DANCING WITH HOLT

HEATH SPENDS HIS LUCH TIME TALKING WITH MANNY AND CLAWD

You understand that Heath would rather be in a robotics club with Clawd, Robecca and Catty than be playing CasketBall (something we know he likes to do) with Deuce, Manny and Slo-Mo???

On top of that, he is super interested in the subject

Basically he is more in the robotics club to learn than anything else, at least on the subject of how a robot works, maybe he would say something more if the one who makes the videos spoke to him outside of the missions but hey what do I know

He doesn't seem so enthusiastic when they finally finish the robot, since the robots has to learn things from scratch, and I suppose that half disappoints his expectations??? Idk, Heath seems way more serious in this game than in any other content from G1

Or is he talking to Skellita, Sirena and Manny in the foyer?????? DOES NOT SUPPORT MANNY WITH HIS STUPID JOKE

After talking with them he goes back to dancing with Holt

Now that the robot does speak, he seems much more excited.

OOOOH THEY WERE NOT A CLUB, IT WAS LIKE A PROJECT FOR SCHOOL???? SINCE ROBECCA MENTIONS THAT EVERYONE WILL GET AN A WITH THIS PROJECT

HE IS AT THE AUDITORIUM?? LOL??? Ok I know it's for one of the missions from Elissabat. Is to see as a solo performance of Elissabat that Heath goes to the auditorium. When she finishes giving his mini speech Heath goes to Elissabat to tell her that it was really good and that for him these issues (Reason for existing and life itself) are important issues for him too

DISSAPEARED AFTER HE SAID THAT?? BRO THIS GAME

I don't know if Heath is cursed (the plot of the game) or not when they're in the meeting since he doesn't appear, or if it's because the writers didn't care about him, lol

HE DOESN'T EVEN APPEAR IN THE FINAL SCENE???? HELLO???

#remd original #monster high #heath burns #long post #i am so fuxking autistix for this #this has more information than the entire wiki i think #also i left out 2 interactions he has with his friend group

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inthepeakymidwinter · 2 years ago

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Teach Me. (Part 3) (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Thomas and Y/N meet unexpectedly at the Garrison and steamy hot madness ensues. Word Count: 1328 TW: Alcohol, Smoking Tags: @theshelbyclan @globetrotter28 Read Part 1, Read Part 2 ____________________________________________

It was a rainy night in Small Heath, and I was set to meet Polly at The Garrison tavern to discuss the past two weeks. As I made way towards the Garrison, the rain was pouring heavily on me and I started to jog towards the tavern in a hurry. My black coat was practically soaked through and I was losing body heat. I made it to the double doors and pulled hard on the door handle, eager to get out of the harsh rain. When I walked inside something felt off. There was no one sitting down but Thomas Shelby who sat with a bottle of whiskey at a table across the room. His black hair was wet and slicked to one side. He sat quietly puffing on a cigarette and stared at me as I took off my coat and placed it on the wooden coat rack besides me. We had been working closely together for the past two weeks and have shared nothing more than intense stares. Every time I think something is about to happen between us, I notice him pull away. I never know his real intentions and he’s slowly pushing me over the edge.

“We’re not open to the public” He hissed and puffed on his cigarette. “I came to meet with Polly” I explained.

“She left Small Heath three hours ago” He replied. I was confused, she told me to meet her at the Garrison at 7pm sharp. I walked carefully towards the round table where he sat and took a seat across from him.

“Fine then…I just…need a drink” I sighed.

“A drink? The drinks that you nearly choke on?” He asked sarcastically. “The drinks that I need after a week of doing this with you” I huffed and stared into his dark eyes. Thomas took a puff of his cigarette again and furrowed his brows in my direction.

“Am I making it hard on you?” He inquired sarcastically.

“I think you know good and well Mr. Shelby that-”

“You don’t know the half of what making it hard on you would look like little one…but fine have a drink” Thomas spoke as if he was very irritated and began to pour the whiskey into his glass.

“Little?” I asked. My heart was starting to race, between the nickname and the amount of liquor he’d poured into the glass I don’t think I knew what I just got myself into.

“Very little” He says and slides the drink across the table. I take the glass into my hand and look back at Thomas. He gently looks me up and down and that alone reset my whole nervous system. I was tired of these feelings, and tired of fighting them. In one huge gulp I finish the glass of whiskey and squirm a whole lot once the aftermath hits me. A burning sensation fills up my chest and suddenly I’m no longer cold from sitting in dampened clothes. He chuckles at the sight of me struggling to hold down my drink.

“I’m not little Mr. Shelby, not unless you get off on me acting like it” I huffed and slid the glass in his direction. Maybe I was being too forward…and maybe I’d regret it all in the morning. Regardless, the shot of alcohol was boosting my confidence too much for my own good and I was helpless against its effects.

“I just get off on you being submissive” He spoke rather bluntly. Did he have too much to drink? His far from innocent words were too much for me to even think about replying to. Instead, I sat at the table looking completely dumbfounded. I’d need another drink if we were to continue this conversation. “I should…probably get going” I nearly squeaked out as I got up from the table.

“I can take you home” He offered. I shook my head no and started to walk towards the coat rack to get my jacket back. “I’m not letting you walk the streets of Birmingham by yourself” Thomas insisted and got up from his seat. I shook my head no again and hurried to get my jacket. As I tried reaching for my coat, I felt his presence from behind me. I had forgotten that I put my coat up on the last empty rod. It was the tallest one and I could barely reach. Thomas picked my coat up from behind me like nothing and gently mumbled, “It wasn’t an option…now put your arms out love”. Butterflies fluttered throughout my stomach, and I did as he asked. He held the coat open for me and I slid my arms through each hole. I turned around and faced him but in doing so I failed to realize how close he was to me. We were nearly breathing on each other. I looked deeply into his crystal blue eyes and melted like the very first time I saw him.

“Mr. Shelby” I whimpered and backed up slowly, trying to make some distance between us but just ending up with my back against the walls of the tavern. He closed in on the space, put his hand on my cheek and gently caressed my face with his thumb. “I missed touching you Ms.L/N” He admitted softly. It sent shivers up my spine and I completely froze like a deer in the headlights.

“Me too” I flirted back before I’d regret it.

Mr. Shelby smirked at me and licked his lips. “Are you sure? It’s not just the liquor?” He asked me with a laugh. I nodded at him in agreement.

“Now little one, you know you have to use your words for me” He insisted and it sent me over the edge. “I’m sure Mr. Shelby” I mumbled out and looked at the floor in embarrassment.

“You have to look at me love” He ordered and raised my chin up with a single finger of his, forcing me to look into his ocean blue eyes. “Now tell me…you want me to touch you?” He asked softly as he stared into my eyes. “Please Mr. Shelby” I begged him and held the eye contact even though it nearly killed me.

“Good girl” He praised and leaned further towards me. I leaned in to match the distance and felt overwhelmed when I closed my eyes and met his soft lips. It was a welcomed surprise and long overdue. I was tired of waiting for something to happen. As the kiss broke, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. This time as the second one almost ended, he bit my bottom lip just hard enough for me to get excited. He kissed me once more and opened his mouth enough to glide his tongue against mine. Somehow the liquor on his lips only added to the kiss and I felt like I couldn’t get enough of him. Another kiss and he pressed me up against the wall. He kissed me hungrily and he grabbed hold of my backside. We began to get lost in each other as each kiss didn’t feel like enough. There wasn’t a moment in the world where I ever felt this much chemistry with someone. I felt him stiffen up against me and he pulled away after one last soft kiss. My lips were swollen and cherry red. He held my face with his hands again and caressed my cheek softly.

“I have to take you home little one” He gave me that damned nickname again, but God help me if I didn’t at least enjoy it a little bit. “You sure?” I asked him with a twinkle in my eye. “I rather have you all night to myself…but unfortunately, I have some business to take care of. We can go out tomorrow if you’d like” He offered and continued caressing my cheek.

I nodded and he kissed my cheek. “That’s my girl” He praised.

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinders x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #thomas shelby x y/n

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devouredxmuses · 2 months ago

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ingrid mikaelson ; self para when ; post turning kaya lockwood. nap time !

flipping her switch wasn't an option and much to her chagrin, neither was real death. ingrid needed it all to stop, needed to stop feeling, needed to end the ability to be used as a pawn in some sick game she didn't understand. ingrid never wanted this, any of it. all she ever wanted was a long, full natural life surrounded by her loved ones. instead she got a last name and legacy that was shackled to her ankles, pulling her down to the deepest pit of living hell.

there was a deep longing to fall into her parents arms and never leave. ached for the safe place that had been ripped away from her a year ago. the loss of hayley and elijah was a wound she knew she would never heal. ingrid missed them so fiercely. maybe that's why she found herself back at their house. this time she enters from the back door, avoiding the stoop where she'd met the stranger about an hour or so earlier. why she was now arms deep in her fathers belongings was a different answer.

elijah had mentioned, in passing, that he was in possession of the dagger that her uncle had used to subdue him. in her right mind, ingrid might have realized that the half assed plan was not possible. perhaps the desperation for some sort of break outweighed rational. that was probably the most characteristically accurate ingrid behavior. letting your better judgement be clouded by the intensity of your feelings.

finding the dagger, her fingers clasped the metal tightly while her mind battles the decision. if it worked, if piercing her heart with this dagger would suspend her somewhere between life and death maybe she and those around her would have some twisted sense of peace. ingrid was a danger, a liability. what help would she to fixing any of this if she was so easily controlled ? now she moved from her parents room down the hall to hers.

everything hurt. her head throbbed, gut twisted, and her throat burned. it was all so overwhelming, vampirism bringing an entire new level of intensity to everything. her free hand moves up to try to brush the wetness from her eyes. ingrid sinks into her bed, dagger still clutched tightly. if it worked, hope, kaya, heath, anyone who found her could bring her back instantly. it was a much smarter choice than losing her humanity.

if it didn't work, after slipping into death for a moment, ingrid would wake up blade still in her chest, awake. the likely hood of it working was slim to none, but as always, ingrid wasn't strong enough to stop herself. if only hayley and elijah could see her now, she feared they would be as disgusted as she felt. pushing that thought from her mind she doesn't hesitate any longer. plunging the point into her chest she couldn't even feel any pain as her vision darkened.

then her eyes were open, a breath pulling deep from within her. gaze flickering to see she was alone in the place she had last remembered. of course it hadn't worked. ingrid sat up, a haze of numbness had set in. her humanity was intact, she was just so fucking tired. suddenly she couldn't be there anymore, couldn't be in this house. the walls felt as they were closing in on her.

slipping out the back door the girl makes it half way down the private back street behind the house before her knees fail her. she needed a minute to breath before she moved any further. first she leans her back against the bricks before then sliding down to sit, the wall being the only thing keeping her upright. hilt still jutting out from her chest, ingrid would get up and take it out soon enough. it felt like all her energy had drained from her body. just a minute, then she'd go somewhere else. anywhere else.

in just a minute she'd get up and try to fight. if she was going to be around she needed to muster up some unfounded strength to make sure this never ever happened again. to find a way to never be manipulated again. she would become a person that her parents would be proud of, the person she wanted so desperately wanted to be. she'd do it, just not right this moment. instead she would sit here until that strength somehow found her.

#ingrid ; self para.#ingrid ; prose.#death tw #suicidal ideation tw #<-not heavy but i wanna tag it anyways to be safe!!!

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 1 year ago

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Fire and Blood (the fanfic) Chapter 19: Queen of the Hive

WARNINGS: DUBCON, NON-CON, DARK AEMOND, DARK AEGON, SHARING, SMUT, WAX PLAY, PAIN PLAY AND OTHER DARK STUFF.

CONCEPT: Once you were a lady and now you are a prisoner in both the flash as in your heart. You were aegons tutor until he and aemond became your fuck buddy and it all spiraled from there.

When her brothers find them:

Aemond opens a small drawer in the dresser that is in your room. He takes out several items, for example, a candle, chains, a collar, and a wooden big stick.

A wooden toy. Aegon takes it, smirking at your frowns and worry that is plastered on your face. "This is a fun toy. It goes up inside you and I'll fuck you with it." You assumed it would. It looks like just a cock but only more sturdy and painful.

But it is Aemond that makes you terrified. The toy seems familair and yet exciting. You can't wait to try it. But Aemond is not holding a toy. He holds a candle and is lighting it, being careful to not burn his fingers. "What are you doing with the candle? Are you afraid of the dark?" You jest lighthearted but it falls flat.

Aegon and Aemond share a glance before Aegon grabs your shoulders, holding you down for his brother. Aemond approaches with the candle, the flame licks the edges dangerously. "Why am I am being held?" You demand an anwser but only silence follows.

"There is one thing you must understand about us Targaryens. We enjoy fire." Aegon kisses your throat again when Aemond shows you the harmless small flame that radiats with warmth and heath. You nod, but you feel yourself snuggle up to Aegon's arms for protection. You are confused.

Aemond leans in and brings his own fingers to the candle, watching as the wax swirls around in the glass candle holder. "And you will enjoy it as well." He announces, before slightly tilting the candle so he can pour the wax on your skin.

You scream, before he has even poured a drop on you. "No, no I'm scared!" You let out a little whimper and tear up.

Aegon kisses your tears away, rubbing your back when holding you still for his brother. "It'll sting a bit. You'll like this. I promise, little bee. Be brave for us." He mutters in your ear.

You scream. "I don't want to be burned!"

Aemond pours the hot wax on your naked legs, making a pattern of symbols on your tighs. The wax drips down between your legs, but it does not reach your entrance. "Ow..." the pouring hurts. The wax is too hot for you and you are aware that this will leave a mark. It bites your skin. Your core is slowly teased. You enjoy it.

The prince leans in with his silver haired head and blows a gush of air over your recently poured area. You hiss as the wax starts to clot on your skin. There is a brief silence between the three of you. Aemond simply lights the candle once the flame dies and pours over your legs. This time, he brings the candle to the space between your legs.

They need to hold you down. Two men are needed to make sure you do not run. With a spoon, Aemond scoops up a bit of hot wax before placing it on your already sensitive and aching pussy. He uses the back of the spoon to rub it out over your skin when you scream and twist in Aegon's arms. "It hurts!"

"Is that why you are so wet? You are such a shameful lady. What would your father say if he saw you like this? You enjoy our company, but you love our torture." You tear up. Your father would be ashamed. They named him traitor and killed him after all. That dog of a King's guard did.

The wax bites your skin, yet you enjoy the pain. It makes your cunt ache for more. Aemond forces you to lay down, before climbing on top of you. You spread your legs for him out of habit. Instead of fucking you like a owner takes his slave, the candle is brought to your breasts. With great precision, he pours the hot wax over your breasts, setting your skin alight in a pleasant way. You hiss and whimper and twist. You moan even.

"Our little bee loves her wax. Who could have guessed?" He mocks you. Aegon snickers in the irony of that sentence. His face softens when he sees your stained tears.

Your clench your muscles. Both men take notice of this and you bring your fingers to your entrance. Aegon slams you down on the matres, peeling off the wax by your cunt. You whimper as he sometimes hurts your skin.

You glance down at his red swollen cock. You eagerly lick off your lips.

Aegon speaks sudden and full of determination in a way you never heard before. "I wish to have my fun with her, for now."

Despite his words, Aemond glares. "I can not withhold you from her. Go ahead. She is yours if she knows what is good for her." You know that Aemond hates it whenever he is reminded that anyone holds more power than him. It is why he stripped you of any. That his brother uses his crown to bed you hurts him.

You feel sympathy for both of them. If only they would stop fighting over you. They should be a strong united front. Not divided.

Aegon puts you on your knees. Aemond hands him a familiar toy. Your collar. He puts it around your neck and hands Aegon the chains so he can push and pull you wherever he likes you to be.

You turn away from him, shoving your cunt to his front so he can fuck you as Aemond fucks you many times. In a shameful painful matter befitting a girl no longer free. "You are my subject, little Bee. You are my one and my only. You hear me?" You don't dare to agree with Aemond so close to you.

There is a light chuckle coming from Aegon. He forces his cock into your ass. You moan quietly but accept him. He makes himself at home in your behind before starting to cruelly buck his hips, taking you. Your gasps and moans betray how used you have gotten to this savagery. You need your dripping cunt to receive the same treatment.

Aegon's cock takes you cruelly when he moans in pleasure, clearly enjoying himself. You missed the feel of his size and shape inside of you. As a obedient little whore, you beg him. "M-my cunny next. Please." Aemond would make you beg more for it but Aegon is a simple minded man.

He grabs your throat and lightly chokes you before working his way down to your throat, licking it. You shudder weak in his arms. Aemond watches as you get taken from behind this time in your dropping wet eager cunt. You nearly whimper when the king shoves himself back inside with generous, big trusts. You moan.

"What is on your mind, little bee?' Aegon asks, when he is atop of you, fucking you as a man takes his lady wife. You aren't just fucked. You are kissed, touched, admired and loved.

But your body needs Aegon. It missed him dearly and your heart wants to wrap your arms around him and to never let him go again. You roll your hips to his own, begging for his cock to go deeper inside of you. "I missed you. I missed you so much. Finish me. Gods..." you beg.

Aemond smirks and Aegon smiles at your begging. He rolls his hips to reward you for your begging with a good throughly done fucking that leaves you gasping for air. The bed makes dangerous sounds and you wonder if Aegon plans to fuck you to the ground. "Now now, little bee. Do not bring the Gods into this. They can't help it that you are a little slut." He grins teasing you before forcing his length up your leg, leaving a trial of cum. You softly gulp, watching the erected cock.

You need that inside of you. It needs to fuck you. You need Aegon like you never had before. "Nhn?" You moan.

"Yes. Our little slut." Aemond agrees and you glare at him. You are insulted."Do not glare at me, I only trained you a bit. You are a perfect fit for my brother now. You can finally take him at his full length, you last longer and you are still as tight as ever, little bee.''

"You might hated the cage, but your cunny loved it. Do I need to remind you how wet you were the times I fucked you against the bars, spreading your legs with a chain to keep them spread, bending you, choking you when I taunted you with my cock?" You think back of the first few times Aemond fucked you in your cage.

He chuckles when you blush. "You came so fast, little bee. So fast. I was so angry with you about it. I wanted you to suffer. You only deserve pleasure when we allow you to." You see Aegon nod.

Aegon groans a command in your ear, breaking up your conversation with Aemond. He groans one setance but thanks to his hands rubbing your cunt you are set afire and burning with desire once more when you shudder. "Come for us."

You try your best to force yourself to come for them, but you need something else. You need help.

You know plenty about your own body by now. You will likely learn much more. You ignore them. They will hate that more than anything. And indeed.

It takes about a whole two blinks of your eye before both men are confused with you. "Brienne. Do you not wish for us to touch you?' You do. More than they will ever know.

You just need something else from them first to help you get there fast. You need what you fear. You need what you desire. "I do. I just need a little...help." You whisper it softly a bit ashamed.

You need punishment. "In what way, my sweet?" Aegon asks, caressing your face in a lovely matter. He leans in close.

You need it. "I... you know." You are ashamed to even say it out loud.

Aemond smirk betrays that he knows what you want very well. "She wants punishment, brother." He speaks in High valyrian. You always found his way of speaking very attractive. Aegon's as well. Valyrian is an elegant language. One befitting the two royals.

Aegon hesitates, looking at you for your consent. You give a soft nod before grabbing his hands, kissing his knuckles. "I need my dragons." You say.

He mutters an apology in your ear after hearing your consent. He whispers that he is very sorry for what he will do with you. Your anticipation is killing you. You nod; eager. "Aemond, how do you usually punish her?" Aegon wonders.

Aemond brings a familiar wooden little ruler out of your drawer. "I have a ruler. I would spank her ass with it." He would make sure that every area of your ass would be red and burning by the times he was finished with you. He fucked you afterwards, always. Sometimes in your extra painful ass to taunt you.

You watch fascinated as Aegon takes the ruler. You obediently roll on your back for him, exposing yourself. You brace yourself and await the first smack.

The smack comes soft and almost gentle, not hurting you enough to give you pleasure. You keep your eyes on the ground. Aegon spanks you once more, unsure of this. "That is what gets you wet?"

You nod.

He sighs. "It is a little boring, isn't it?" "You know what you need, you ungrateful slut?"

He rolls you on your back, spreading your legs and brings the ruler to your wet cunt. The ruler is first rubbing you gently before he lifts it, cruelly smacking down on your sensitive wet cunt.

"A-ah!"

Aegon chuckles by the sound of your moans of pain and pleasure. He brings the ruler near your cunt again. His fingers first poke and touch your cunt, scooping up your wet spoils. He brings his fingers to his own mouth and with one movements sucks it off, tasting you. He groans.

The ruler is smacked down once more, this time harder know that Aegon knows you enjoy it. You are close. You need them. Now. "No, no please..." You beg, out of habit.

The king taunts you with a finger pushing it inside of you. You are so smoothly and wet for them, that he hisses when the finger nearly slides down, inside of you cloaked by the wetness. A cock won't be a issue for you. He knows so. They both do.

Aegon keeps up the act of being displeased and forces your mouth open to force you to taste yourself. You obediently suck off his fingers for him. Aemond watches the exchange but does nothing aside from sitting in the chair waiting his turn. "You ungrateful slut. Your king gave you a order. You will come. One way, or another." Aegon smacks you once more. You release a cry unlike your own. You buck your hips needy, tears threatening to fall.

Aegon forces your hands around his cock and you rub him obediently. Your breath is fast and you know you are near. You are preparing Aegon for the fucking that will likely shatter you. "Her mouth is protesting but her body wants this." He boasts, to his brother.

Aemond smirks deviously. "Bring the ruler closer to her skin, smack it down harder. She'll like it. Don't be afraid to give her what she craves."

Aegon takes his advise and the spankings become harsh and almost torture. You enjoy it and cry when tears run down your face of pure pain. Your body likes it too much. Aegon takes notice of your tears and gently kisses your wet cheeks, muttering that he will stop the moment you ask him to. You shake your head, pretending to be brave.

You clench your muscles. You give Aegon a needy begging look and he understands. Your hands are now both wrapped around his cock erecting him fast and steadily. You lick his balls for him, causing him to cuss.

Your hair is yanked, so are you. You are yanked and shoved onto your knees. Your knees are parted and your head is pushed down. Aegon sits behind you and forces his hands on your hips, pushing you closer. You are then fucked and owned, your wet needy cunny receiving the fucking you wanted. You moan soft and breakable when Aegon forces himself all the way in. He is thick and tall you must admit that it can be intimidating to have him and Aemond inside of you. Valyrian men are not from this world, is what Aemond told you.

Your moans become intense as Aegon stretching you out, slowly rolling his hips, teasing you with soft and slow fucks. "Harder, Aegon. Let me have it." You whisper, in high valyrian.

He just chuckles and repeats what he did. Just teasing. You whimper softly. "My-My king. Please. This is torture. I need you."

Aegon only chuckles. You are shoved with your face in a pillow to silence your screams and you are dragged to his front, leaving a trial of wetness on the sheets. You eagerly cry confused and full of curtisory. The cock slams deep now, fully filling you. You let out a roar of approval as he starts to take you deep and fast. His grip on your hips is steady and experienced. He won't let you go. You don't want him to.

Your obediently roll your hips to his front, causing him pleasure as well as adding to your own. The two of you moan and gasp when the cock dives into your freshly coated pussy again, making it all the way to your pleasure spot. He moves and you close your eyes.

You grunt weakly when Aegon fucks faster and faster, holding you tighter digging his nails into your skin. His cock is stiff and erected by now and you hear him pant, ready to release himself inside of you. You lower your head in servitude and humbleness before whispering. "Have me, my King. Make me yours."

Aegon releases a grunt before his cock fucks you a few dozen of fast rounds, forcing you to cry out every time by the brute force of it. Your cunt takes him so well and you wish he could live inside of you forever. You wish he would take you with him, your legs wrapped around him and just fuck him until the end of the world came.

With a powerful grunt, a hiss and a cuss the king of the seven kingdoms comes inside of you, delivering you your reward for your services in a big amount of deliciously sticky fresh cum straight from his cock. You cry out, screaming his name when coming as well, your cunny releasing more and more wetness to help Aegon during this conquest. He roars in approval and smirks when you are done screaming and only soft whimpers and moans remain. He buries himself as deep as he can and braces himself, giving it his all.

You wish to taste a bit so you suck off his cock for him once he has finished. Your lips also kiss both his balls, licking the two things to tease him.

He pats your head, adoring your loyalty. "Good girl. Gods, you learned a lot." You love his praise. You are still needy. You still need to come. You had Aegon....

That leaves Aemond. Your cunt arches for the mean son of a bitch. He smirks from across the room taking you in. You know you must compliment him first before getting what you need. "All thanks to Aemond. He taught me all I know."

Aemond is humble for a change. "A teacher is only as good as his student is. You sell yourself short, little bee. You were meant to take cocks." That last bit is insulting you. Aemond comes over to take in the damage. "Such a wet little cunny. And I see that there is the good sticky cum as well. You deserve a good reward for letting yourself get fucked like that."

"I do? I thought you didn't like rewarding me. No punishment is its own reward." You gasp when his tallest finger goes inside of you, testing how wet you still are.

He makes disapproving little grunts. "O, o, little bee..." You must be so dirty for him.

You lower your head in shame. "I am sorry, my prince."

He pushes his fingers out of you and into your face. "Clean my fingers for me."

"Yes, my Prince." You say, sucking his fingers off for him. Aegon watches fascinated.

Aemond ignores him. "Do you wish for my cock?" You do. You wish it so bad.

"Y-yes, my prince. I wish for your cock."

He is not done torturing you. "How do you wish for my cock?"

You aren't either and describe the dirtiest thing you can, hoping to arouse him so bad that he takes you here and now, fucking that wet cunt of yours bloody. "I wish it inside of me, sturdy as a ancient tree that can't be moved. I wish to be owned and taken as your slave, as your pathetic brainless bitch. I want you to take me as if we are enemies and you finally conquered me. I want you to fuck and owne me as if i was the one who took your eye."

He hisses, clearly aroused. "Yes, to all of that but the the last. You deserve no ire for that. You would never hurt me. I know you wouldn't." You are touched and surprised but he finally enters.

You moan before he has even moved a inch. "Aemond..." "My prince."

He bucks soft, teasing. "Nhn..O..." You moan pathetically.

Aemond chuckles. "I love how wet you are. You are always so soaked when you have two men. You crave for two, little bee."

You do. You agree with everything he says now. You need him. "O, o yes..."

Aemond's cock trusts a little deeper causing you to see little spots of dark on your vision as you softly pant as a dog being fucked by another dog. "Did you know that there is one female in a hive of bees? She is called the queen. She lies with the rest of all other men, granting them children. They do her biding. They let themselves get owned as little slaves." You like that idea. You being passed around as a queen, serving both Aemond and Aegon, granting them children left and right...

"Y-Yes." You say, eager for that fantasy. You'd love nothing less but the old days how this once all started.

Aemond chuckles souless. "We will never do that with you. You are our little slave. Not the other way around." The cock bucks and you are quick to agree by nodding.

He is so dark and groans. You know he will have one final request and you best behave if you want his cock. "Tell us. Say it."

You nod saying these words that damage your self respect. "I am your little slave." Aemond's cock sinks deeper, but is pushed up last second as if he accidently slipped.

"Tell my brother too."

You look at Aegon who watches the two of you fascinated. You tell him the same word as you told Aemond. 'I am your little slave."

"Good. Now, slaves? Slaves get fucked so brutally. They don't enjoy themselves when they are fucked. They hate every moment of their servitude to their masters." He describes rape. You know it in your heart. This isn't rape. You enjoy yourself. You love them. A slave never would love her master. A slave would never enjoy rape. You know it is too complicated for this to be simple slave and master things. You love them both.

"B-but I love serving. I love being fucked." You blush the moment you confessed it.

Aemond chuckles delighted by your stupidity. "I know, my little bee. You are a special kind of slave. You are a whore. A wonderful whore who me and Aegon saved from ruin." You realize he is right but you don't mind.

"You owne us everything. Your cunt, your breasts, your ass, your pathetic useless life..." The cock slides deeper and you moan.

"O, o yes I do. I do." You quickly mutter eager to get fucked. "My prince, I am...I am nearing. Please consider..."

Aemond is nearing as well. His voice is deeper and darker. "You will refer to me as your master from now on."

You cry out. "My master. I need you, I need to be owned as the pathetic whore I am. I wish to feel your cock inside of me and I want you to fill me with cum until there is nothing left."

Aemond grabs your throat, spreading your legs wrapping them around his waist. You are entered and pentered once more by a good big valyrian cock. The head pushes in, taking you, exploring your depths. You buck helplessly against Aemonds front, slowly feeling your will and power disappear.

Aemond waits until you are drained of will and only lay there helpless as a whore. Your hands are kissed before he brings his cock deeper inside of you causing you to cry. It only becomes harder and deeper and your cries become louder and harder as well.

"You belong to us. This belongs to us." He fucks you brutally and you can only cry and tear up. You enjoy yourself. You need him. You submit fully to him.

"I am yours, Aemond of house Targaryen. Do with me as you please."

He does not let you tell him twice. He dives on top of you, nailing you down from behind. Your legs are spread and cruelly bended and you are owned as a whore. You have little say in the matter and can only gasp and moan in pain and pleasure as Aemond does most of the work.

He grunts groans and finally he comes, filling you with a good fresh load of warm delicious seed. You are stuffed up as a pea and you love every moment of it. You pant happily and catch your breath.

Aemond drops himself next to you and brings his fingers to your cunt, shoving one inside of you. He is tired but he never would consider sleeping with you....

Would he?

Aegon watches with jealousy as you snuggle up to Aemonds chest, placing your head on his chest. He joins the other side of the bed and also pushes a finger inside of you.

Aemond starts to push and pull, causing you to softly gasp. Aegon does the exact same and you are caught in the crossfire of their jealously. You are fucked by their fingers, just two of them but the thought that this mere ownership and pathetic jealously that is what causes you to finish a tirth time that night. You are finally stafsfied. "Thank you both, masters. Good night."

"Goodnight, little bee." Aemond says a bit grumpy. He forces his finger back inside of you. You gasp as Aegon does the same thing once more.

"Masters, I can't sleep..." with something inside of you.

Aemond growls. "You will. You will sleep with this inside of you. You will sleep. Do you hear me?" You nod weakly.

Aemond turns on his side and is off to sleep not much later. You notice his finger has slipped out, so you obediently push one back inside of you. You pick his tallest finger.

"Goodnight, my little slut." Aegon chuckles after much consideration. You wonder if he was going to call you something else.

"Goodnight my King." You mutter before leaving a kiss on his chest. You watch him blush before he turns away very quickly, turning on his right side. You sigh with both their backs turned to you. You push the fingers a little deeper and fall asleep with their fingers gently fucking your spend little cunny.

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