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Hallow : ch xviii - CSSNS 2019

“The Goblin King was prepared to host the Darkness, stealing Fae women away to their corrupted lands underneath the ground as concubines. The Darkness chose another in his stead, but not before this selected vessel enacted a devastating attack in its vengeance, revealing its hatred & rage. The battle was a lesson the old kings had forgotten; never underestimate an opponent.

Many more lives were lost as they razed over any who dared defy The Goblin King’s will. Only the pure love of our rulers united in matrimony, breaking the Vorpal Dagger, sealed the darkness and the Goblin menace away. The light flourished under their fair rule, and the queen bore a child as pure as moon beams, swan feathers, and starlight. They lived happily ever after, and shall be written in history as Heroes for All Time.”

This is the history Princess Emma memorizes from the day she is born, paraded about and presented only with the highest protection. The palace is a cage she wishes to escape, desperately. Not careful what wishes she made, Emma discovers history is written by the victors - The Dark One has an entirely different version of the events that took place.”

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Rated E for explicit themes, Mature situations, and Fae fuckery.

Written for @cssns

Ch 18 / ?? - In which battles almost won are lost.

Emma slept as Killian guided the ship through the portal, and then into the sunlit turquoise waters of a palm tree lined harbor. She had slept the day before in fitful bouts of exhaustion, losing herself in fever as he looked on helplessly, the Darkness snapping its jaws. The black that pooled like ink across her chest had spread, Emma whispering the word parasite in hisses at him between remembering things she shouldn't be remembering. She was hysterical, warning him about 'the parasite', and 'to remember the Dark One', staring at him before begging him for help he could not muster.

It was clear that he was the cause of Emma's condition, both in action and in reaction to her. His ignorance in not noticing she was sick, throwing away her medicine, listening to the concerns over her cough so they had stayed on the isle for just enough extra time - it all fell on him.

Alice Jones had been sickly, her disease life long. A spore grew in the dank caves of the Blackwater and its surrounding village, the Ladies Reform Academy, or the Baelfire Hold that caused Lichenlung, a lung disease that took female Fae. The disease itself wasn't deadly, but the fevers caused by weakness generally were. His mother had died from such a fever, her coughing fits and inability to choke down breaths eventually strangling her. He'd studied cures in the Naval academy, his required duties bringing him to the bedside of over two dozen women stricken with the illness. Even Milah had succumbed to it eventually, the message she left him still haunting him.

Emma sounded and had symptoms like the people he had seen in their last days. He was honestly uncertain that the princess would survive, a thought that thoroughly terrified him and the Darkness. In the secreted corner where he harbored other emotions, terror was an understatement that threatened dire consequences. The Darkness finding he still felt whatever it was that made Emma so much more would break him, and risk it making good on its promises to hurt her. Even as panic gripped the small scrap of light left in him, the Darkness had only just begun to realize its precious shard would disappear.

How to help her was the issue. The Dark One being loose had most surely made it to places like this . He'd only heard of them in his naval career, been told tales from his Father as a lad when the Blackwater Lord had spared him a glance, and generally been too busy doing the Goblin King's bidding to know too much about his surroundings. But in his understanding of Agrabah's history, it was a blackmarket goods and information brokerage hub. Royalty turned a blind eye on what was good for keeping gold in its coffers and ships in its ports; the thieves, ne'er do wells, and bandits did their best to not rob everyone blind.

He could not bloody well run in the market carrying the Princess of the United Realms in his arms. Were their healers the type to recognize them, or ask questions? Would their ship be inspected? Would he get a knife in his belly or more worryingly, Emma's? Killian didn't have any idea of if they even had healers, or doctors - they knew nothing about the place. It was the blind leading the…

He found himself at her bedside more than he cared to admit, as if whispering apologies would save her from his spreading filth. As it became clear the waters were placid, he hauled pillows up beside him, laying Emma in the shaded corner. She woke briefly, fluttering her eyelashes against his neck and whispering his name. Steering them into the docks, he threw out his ties to the pier, knotting them with ease. A loud thunk threw off his precision as it reverberated through the planks, Killian on his feet with sword drawn in moments. Two pairs of startled brown eyes looked up at him, Anisapi dressed in embroidered kaftans standing in front of him on a great carpet.

"We mean you no harm," the first said, his maroon kaftan matching his fez, primate tail whipping back with nervous anxiety. He smiled, or attempted to, but his sharp canines did little to aid his welcome. His voice was slightly scratchy, but it wasn't surprising as he shuffled his body weight between his feet and knuckles. "Our Sultana, may her sight never fail us, summons you to the palace. Come at once!"

"And who the bloody hell are you, the petting zoo?" Killian flicked his sword upward, motioning for the Anisapi to back away. The monkey scratched at himself, but the jungle predator growled lowly. "I don't know a Sultana. I am here -

"Be still, Dark One," the larger of the beasts snarled, his whiskers twitching. His eyes were more tawny than the monkey, his orange and black fur bristled in irritation. His large tail flicked wildly, snakelike. "Your lady is in danger. Sultana Jasmine can help your princess."

Killian tried to lunge forward, but the tiger was quick despite its size, pinning him on the deck.

"How did you -" Killian panted, unable to push off its heavy weight as the Anisapi held him with ease, his paws massive. "How do you know about the princess? Who are -"

Emma whimpered, Killian turning his head to see the monkey resting its fur covered knuckles against her forehead.

Thrashing wildly, Killian swore as the monkey reached for her necklace and the shard. "Leave her alone, don't you lay a bloody paw on her -"

"Abu!" The tiger Anisapi growled lowly, and the monkey stopped short, pouting. "Don't even think about it. You are in enough trouble as it is."

"I just wanted to -" The monkey protested, but the tiger snarled viciously.

"You're upsetting our guests you furry toothpick."

"To be fair mate," Killian hissed, pressing back against the tiger's hold, "You're the only one who is upsetting me. Get off of me, tell me who you are, and how the hell you knew we were here."

The tiger's ears pressed lower on his head, but he sprung off of Killian to allow them both to stand. Killian pushed past them to check Emma, the monkey scooting away sheepishly.

"Our Sultana predicted that you would come, seeking her aid. I am her advisor, Raja." The tiger Anisapi bowed low, his stature even at half height impressive. Emma shivered against him, burying her face into Killian’s warm chest. Raja gestured at the monkey, with a twirl of his claw. "This is her…"

The tiger exchanged a nervous look with the other Anisapi, before the monkey spoke.

"I'm her new assistant. Abu, at your service." The monkey winked at Emma with a grin, and she laughed slightly. Turning carefully in Killian’s hold with little noises of protest every so often, he heard her stiff joints creaking from fever.

All your fault. You made her suffer, you make anyone who you are close to suffer. Imagine, thinking you loved her, or that she could love you!

You'd destroy her. Ruin her.

"I'm -" Emma attempted, but could not push any more words past her parched lips. She tried again, but doubled over instead as Killian’s guilt suffocated him without relent.

Do you think she remembers it was you yet?

Maybe she won't remember until she takes in her last gulps of air, wouldn't that be poetic? Certainly sounds like our flare for dramatics…

Imagine her final moments knowing that you were her murderer, the one who she tried so hard to trust. So much for choosing to see you at your best, eh vessel?

"It's alright. We know who you are, Princess… and we are aware of your companion. The Sultana knew you would be ill. Make haste to the palace, both of you, at once." Raja handed Killian a scroll, Abu unrolling another carpet onto the deck. "We have rooms made up for you both and healers at the ready. Hurry, Dark One."

Abu and Raja moved back to their carpet, which lifted into the air, its gold and royal purple threads shimmering in the sunlight. They sped away towards the city, leaving Emma and him alone again on the deck. She hummed against him, drawing her legs up into his hold before going limp again.

"I want to go home. I want my mom." Her forehead rubbed against his chest, dampening his shirt. "Please, stay with me. I feel so - please ---"

Killian couldn't reply, everything caught in his throat or tucked away from the Darkness. Emma didn't seem to notice, to his relief, her eyes fluttering closed. She slept soundly within seconds. Carrying her to the enchanted rug, he pulled her into his lap without comment, noticing how light she had become in only a week's time.

You knew she wasn't eating, she wasted away in front of you and you knew that it was your fault. You condemned her to die, another reason your love was imagined. You did this to her. You will be her demise. Get the shard, let her -

"NO!" Killian hissed, the carpet beneath him shuddering to life. It lifted itself, bright reds, oranges and turquoise dancing over the deck. He'd come back and grab their belongings, but for now, Emma needed whatever anyone was willing to give.

It was his hand that had caused this as he squeezed her beating heart, his hands that had tore her from the island, thrown away medicine into the sea, ignored her symptoms, and let her get this bad.

We get the shard then and we leave, never to hurt her again. She will beg for you to leave her when she learns this is all your fault. The quicker you can get the shard, the better… It would be a shame if she remembered how you crushed her heart with glee.

Her hair tickled his chin, blowing in the wind as the palace towers appeared. The scroll had been a very easy to follow set of instructions with a map to a far balcony where they would land. Once there, the carpet landed gently on tiled floor, servants appearing in procession. If this was an ambush, it couldn't have been planned better, the group surrounding them against a sheer drop. His neck hair rose, sweat beading there despite his best efforts. The Sultana was draped in blush silks, her dark brown hair seeded with pearls that lay in a golden mesh wrapped plait. She watched Killian warily, eyes darting to Emma as the princess began to wheeze. Taking a deep breath, he hoped beyond measure that they had not fallen into a trap of some kind.

"She's barely conscious." Killian moved forward, guards raising curved blades to protect the Sultana. "Please, if that's what you brought us here for, the princess needs help."

The Sultana looked at him, her deep brown eyes narrowing. She stared for a few seconds, blinking with a strange sort of unsure confusion in her eyes before finally straightening.

"I am the Seer of the Sands, Sultana Jasmine." Jasmine's voice was soft and melodic, accented words clipped with formality. "May my sight be your own, and may we see all."

Her guards lowered their weapons, making the symbol of an eye with their index and middle fingers while muttering some short devotion. Killian glared, grunting at the decorum happening in favor of Emma's health.

"Great, do you have a healer or help for her, or -"

"Yes, of course Dark One." The Sultana nodded. "Come, follow me."

Killian hadn't noticed before, but as he hoisted Emma further against his shoulder, he became aware of why the procession had unnerved him. The Sultana was clearly Fae of some sort, but the group surrounding her was made up of Anisapi, Elves, Fae, Nymphs, Mortals, and more frightening, a few Goblins. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he held Emma tighter to him.

The Sultana led them nearby, pushing open thick wood doors to reveal a courtyard with a small pool and fountain. A shaded set of chairs were canopied by gauzy linens, with two sets of double doors on the far end. One was open revealing a hallway butted against a balcony looking over the city. The other had linen drapes that blew in the breeze, providing some curtained privacy to another chamber.

"Down that hallway is your quarters, Dark One. Here," the Sultana opened the first set of doors, motioning Killian to enter, "Is where my Doctors and best healers will treat the Princess Emma."

The room was a polished sand colored marble, bed small but neatly made against a large stained glass window. Strange countertops on wheels were positioned with various bottles and instruments on them, and as Killian eased Emma into the bed he realized that a group of Fae were watching him expectantly in wait. Emma protested weakly when he let go of her to step out of their way, her soft exclaim falling to a sigh when a syringe filled with something the color of mud was injected into her arm.

"Come." The Sultana linked her arm with Killian’s, his body jolting. She stared deeply into his eyes, ignoring his hatred for her touch, walking him to sit at the pool. "You must have questions, yes? And you must tell us what you know to help save Princess Emma. We must speak."

"Not bloody likely." He wrenched away, pushing back towards where Emma lay still. "What did they just inject her with? I don't care if you're a sodding queen, what are you doing with the princess? How did you know we were coming?"

"I am Sultana Jasmine, Seer -"

"I know who you bloody are, how did you know!?"

"If you had listened , rude man in my kingdom, you would know I can see the future. I see its many paths, and I have premonitions. It is how I have kept my Agrabah so safe; the gift of my mother, a Djinn." She tried to lay a hand on him again, but he backed away, sitting in a corner where he could see Emma clearly. An Elven man with gloved hands was pouring a soft gel over her forehead that glowed a dulled color on contact. Others scribbled notes while a siren carefully peeled away the princess’s sweaty clothes with care, laying down a blanket of sheer silk. The Sultana cleared her throat expectantly, and his eyes flicked back to her with annoyance.

"A Djinn?" he asked, incredulously. Djinn did not have offspring as far as he knew; they were born of chaos or created.

"Yes. The premonitions are the reason I knew you would come." The Sultana hesitated, watching him carefully. He stared back, trying to ignore the Darkness and remain impassive. "If you had not come, the princess would have died in three days time. Here, you have a better chance, in the paths I saw."

The news brought an onset of instant relief and elation. He couldn't hide from the Sultana or the Darkness how happy it made him to know Emma would be alright, his words tumbling out without care.

"So you know she will be healed, and what the future holds -"

"Oh, God's no." The Sultana laughed, the sound lilting.

You pathetic simpleton. Your princess is as good as dead, and all thanks to you.

"No…?"

"We will do our best to help her, and she should recover."

"Ah." He swallowed hard.

"The paths I see are infinite, and I can only see so many. Like branches on a tree, I can see which direction the limbs go, or how large the tree is from a glance. It's when I need to see the branches and leaves that causes me to focus. You can only take in so much. So no, but I saw some outcomes, and what we are doing now will help prevent what negative outcomes I can." She smiled softly, her brown eyes warm.

"How can we know that you are trustworthy?" Killian asked, leveling a cold glare at her. Her smile didn't waiver, but grew wider.

"I suppose you can't, but if we wanted you dead, I have plenty of viper poison at my disposal that could kill you in mere minutes. Since you don't seem to be able to die according to the legend, it would be a painful way to suffer in unending agony, that's for sure." The Sultana shrugged, with a wink. "I suppose we will have to have faith in each other, yes?"

He nodded slightly, and the Sultana turned, taking her leave.

After an hour or so of watching different concoctions poured over Emma and watching countless Fae or Elementals write notes, he excused himself to his room. A dwarf with a shocking cobalt beard and studded eyebrows dragged in a large wash basin, not spilling any of the steaming water within. He grunted at Killian, dropping a few bottles and a large towel on a table before leaving. Without a second thought, Killian stripped to dip himself in the tub. The water was hot enough to pink his skin, but the heat felt right in the airy room as he scrubbed himself raw.

Eventually, Killian felt his thoughts slip to Emma, marveling briefly how well Jasmine and she would get on, even though he had only just met Agrabah's ruler. Of course, Emma loved everyone, because she was too trusting, too bloody good for her own well-being. The Sultana though, seemed genuine. She seemed caring. A person who Emma would find a kinship with.

If she survives to meet her.

He buried his head in the steaming water, wishing he could rinse the Darkness and the doubt that ate away at him clean.

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The Darkness did not let him rest as the hours crept past, plaguing him with all manner of its devices, his teeth grinding as he tried to ignore it. It was easy enough to enjoy the heated water, the silks, the fresh fruit and drink that seemed to appear without end as servants politely knocked to leave tray after tray, even with the whine of it in the back of his head. But the unfamiliar feeling of wrong was wearing on Killian’s last nerve. It felt empty, as if the color was muted or his senses were dampened.

Your senses are as sharp as ever, you delusional idiot.

Killian chewed slowly on a date, trying to place the feeling while battling with the nasally voice. When he ignored it too long, it fell back on another of its old stand-by irritants sure to get a rise.

“You’re the picture of a Lord now, Killian. The Blackwater family name lives on as a Jones.”

He choked slightly, his father’s voice echoing in his mind, the sneer on the man’s face as he glared across his desk flashing in his memories. Brennan Jones, surrounded by stacks of papers in his paneled study. Surrounded by his portraits of their ships, the Jones men of the Blackwater fighting war after bloody war for whoever was warring with who, at the expense of anyone but the royals themselves. Survival was guaranteed at a certain level of nobility, his father all but too happy to have two fit lads he could send away to gain glory while he bought or sold ships of lesser born men. Alice Jones had fought to keep Liam and Killian from the truths of their worth and the world for as long as she could. They had always had her love, and her support.

When she had died, it was like the colors of the world had muted where there was light, allowing Liam and him to see what they hadn’t before. In the shadows, the truth stalked. It bore down on them as they grew - Liam into the serious next in line Lordling that fought with Father over lives lost or cut corners, and Killian, who hid his hatred poorly but was the easier target. Liam couldn’t be everywhere at once.

Brennan Jones, the master of all things in the Blackwater dominion, was keenly aware of Liam’s every limitation. He was more aware of Killian’s.

“Come now, m’boy. Waiting hand and foot on a Princess, and in the harem den of a Sultana feeding on sunned fruits - You spat on such futures when I presented them to you. You wonder why there is no color, no vigor in your blood… Your answer, is it hard to swallow?”

He threw away the fruit in disgust, the cruel laugh of his father a bellowing echo in his brain. Opening the doors to bring more air into his suffocating suite, he nearly ran headlong into a brightly colored mass of feathers. It squawked in surprise, raising arms ending in long plumess, the red and blue flashing in the light.

“I’m - My Lord I -” A platter of something clattered to its bird taloned feet, as it stared at him with beady eyes over a mouth that tapered into a beak. More bird than Fae, but not an Anisapi, the reptilian skin and strange stature was wrong. The creature took a step back, its ears poking out under its crest, and the pieces clicked together.

A spy, a snake, sent to watch you!

“Why are you here?” Killian snarled, kicking the tray out of the way, the Goblin flinching back further. “Who sent you? Did you think I wouldn’t recognize poison?”

Kill it! Kill it, and kill -

“My Lord, the kitchens - I simply work in the kitchens, my name is Iago -” The Goblin moved to grab the tray, but Killian was on him faster, wrenching his wing behind the creature’s back. “Please - I - what have I done, my Lord?”

Raja appeared from where Emma’s room lay, to Killian’s relief, moving towards them with purpose.

“This thing tried to -” Killian thrust the Goblin forward , twisting its feathered arm to turn it.

Raja cut him off, roughly tackling Killian to the floor. “Iago, did this Fae hurt you?”

Kill them ALL vessel, get the shard, take it and leave nothing but broken -

“No, no, Raja sir, I don’t -”

“Did I hurt IT ?” Killian roared, staring in disbelief. “That bloody fucking Goblin -”

“Has been in the service of the kitchens here, since before your enemy was born.” Raja growled lowly. “He served the past Sultan and the Divining Light of the Desert Oasis, the Sultana Aura. He now serves the Seer of the Sands, Sultana Jasmine, and will serve her until the day her sight should ever fail us, forbid it to happen. He is no enemy of yours, Dark One, or your Princess.”

"Do it, do as I command, son! You worthless, whining, awful child. Do it. Liam would have! Liam had honor! He should be alive instead of you."

Killian only grunted in return, Raja standing quickly and offering a large paw. He swatted it aside, glaring at the trembling Goblin as he stood.

“Do not send it up here again,” he hissed. The Goblin looked helpless, and Raja scowled.

“He will, or your princess will no longer have me as her guard,” Raja rumbled out, his dark eyebrows raising in challenge as he bared his teeth. “Your choice.”

Killian gritted his teeth, glancing between the two.

“Please let him stay, Killian.” Emma’s soft whisper was barely audible, but his gaze immediately snapped to look at her. She leaned against the door to her room further up the hallway, the wind blowing the gauzy white curtains behind her. Still pale and flushed, when she stumbled slightly, both Iago and Raja were by her side within moments.

"You are pathetic. Even Liam knew it, he told you he never cried when he took your lashes because he knew that you would never be anything more than a nuisance if you knew the truth."

“Princess, you shouldn’t -” Iago said softly, his Feathers bristling.

"Everyone knew you were pathetic, but Liam took the brunt of it so you could try and be something worthwhile. You failed everyone so completely, and now you can't even protect the key to your freedom resting on that chain."

“Iago, you promised me you would help with my dreams,” Emma moaned slightly as they helped her back through the doorway, the curtains tangling around her slightly. “I want you to stay. You are fine, like none of the Goblin folk I have ever met. Please, please don’t stay away. Killian should have been told - ”

"You could take it, you could make someone get it for you. You won't though, will you, son? You know she's going to die because of you. You don't have to be a failure this time, this time you could be free!"

“He attacked an innocent staff member because he is garbage specist scum,” Raja gritted out, Emma shaking her head emphatically in disagreement. “Iago could have been hurt -”

“I’m fine Raja, really,” Iago insisted. “My wing is fine, I was just surprised. Let’s drop it.”

“I don’t trust that thing, Emma,” Killian hissed. Raja stood taller, squaring his shoulders, but Emma raised her chin.

"She should not trust you. No one should."

“Leave us,” she whispered. Raja and Iago bowed quickly, leaving with a few of her medical team who were watching with confusion. Killian watched her slow movements, his fingers twitching when her hand rubbed hard against the column of her throat.

Get the shard.

"Yes, m'boy, get the shard. Get it and you will have everything you ever want."

"Well,” she said with a tired sigh, settling into her cot. She looked exhausted, but he noticed that more unsettling was her irritation with him. “Hey. I know we haven’t - I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but... Can you stop pissing off the staff and abusing them? It’s not exactly making an unpleasant stay anymore pleasant."

She coughed, looking at him pointedly.

"Nothing has been pleasant with her around."

"Fine,” he grumbled. She nodded and laid back, with a sigh of relief.

“Now… Good morning. Are you alright? I had wondered if you left. I hadn’t seen you in so long.”

We should have left. We should have taken the shard and -

Killian scratched behind his ear, frowning. “Good morning, Princess. If I leave I’ll say my goodbyes to you beforehand, but I - I haven’t made any plans,” he admitted, quietly. “How are you feeling?"

"Honestly?" Emma whispered, her voice a dry and shrill echo of her normal honey timbre. "Like shit."

Good. Let her perish. Once we get the shard, that is.

"You must be feeling somewhat better to forego your usual regal manner of speaking," he teased.

“You are one to talk. What you did - Killian, I can’t -” She pinched the bridge of her nose before violently wheezing into another coughing fit. “I’m so mad at you right now, and I don’t have the energy to be mad. Why? Just -”

“That thing is a Goblin! That’s why!” Killian interrupted, looking at her with disbelief.

“Just, can you please give him a chance?” When he didn’t answer, she shook her head sadly. “I’m so tired, and I can’t… I can't keep fighting with you. I can't have this dynamic anymore…” Trailing off, he felt a heaviness in his chest, the ache becoming more common. Was he sick as well?

"What is wrong with you?"

“I said - I said fine! Fine.” He shrugged. “Fine, it’s sodding fine. It’s your bloody funeral.”

“Would you show up to my funeral, just to say I told you so?” Emma chuckled lightly, but he didn’t return her smile.

“Depends on the menu you serve,” Killian replied dryly, shrugging. She smiled slightly, looking at him expectantly. His frown deepened as he carded his hand through his hair. “I’m just worried for you, and I -”

“I’ve been more worried about you,” Emma stated without irony. The Darkness scoffed in his Father's voice.

She hummed, eyes closing and a cough rattling her chest. "You've been acting weird, and not just because I'm sick. This whole fight, this attack, how awful you've been lately to me and anyone else crossing your path… It’s not the you I know. I thought honesty and a little bit of snark -" Emma broke into more hacking, taking deep gulps of air. She reached for his hand, but he snatched it away, making a point of not looking at her directly after he saw her face fall.

This is why you must leave!

"I'll go get you some more water." He stood, dusting himself off. The ache in his chest was sharper, coupled with a feeling of shame. The Darkness tried to press at him to be angry, to attack her again, to insult and belittle her as he had done on board the ship but he refused.

"No, wait - please stay, don't leave me here alone already." Emma reached out for him, but he walked away briskly towards a servant. She started coughing again, the steady decline of her health making it harder for her to breathe. "Killian, please?" she whimpered, but he rounded the corner as fast as he could get away from her. It wasn't the first time he had fled from her as she fought whatever illness had taken hold.

His room sat behind her own, the walk out of the wing putting him in full view of where she rested. It had worried him at first, the open air home to the wind, pests, and sand, but a caregiver had eased his thoughts by mentioning a protective spell around the room. Emma seemed eased by the breezes, which had given way to his taciturn reluctance to be anywhere near where she was. Several times she had called out for him, once even attempting to follow after him until she stumbled into the arms of a nurse.

When they were forced into conversation by Jasmine's crafty handiwork, Emma continued to question him about what came to pass in their shared dream. She was remembering more and more, specific details that made him squirm in his seat. She believed wholeheartedly they were simply dreams, but as they continued he caught her glances at him more and more. Her lingering looks, the blush in her cheeks that she tried to will away with a bite to her lip, the soft tone she said his name in - it all was entirely too much to be close to.

It was as if his body wanted her desperately, her closeness addicting, but the Darkness and his common sense screeched at the reaction. Running from her was cowardice, but necessary.

He spent time wandering the stalls of the market, numbly taking in the scents of foreign spices and the colors of vibrant silks.

Get the shard and leave. Run away to freedom, take your life back from the hands of the weak Princess. Leave her behind. You're doing her a favor by abandoning her before we break her.

The Darkness chattered non stop, its grating voice a low hum in the front of his mind. Deeper, there was an echo that he clung too, even if it was in whispers. It pointed at emerald pendants that caught the light, sparkling at him, and the patterns embroidered in the clothing the Agrabah people favored, hung on display. Golden swans swimming in unfurled blooms across damask and silk, a jeweled veil that went along to match made him pause, his fingers sliding along the fabric of their own will.

"Pretty silks for a pretty woman in your life, yes?" The shopkeeper grinned, eyeing Killian with narrowed eyes.

"No, I'm afraid I don't have -"

The shopkeeper scoffed, swatting at his hand with annoyance. "Then look with your eyes, and begone."

He blinked at the man's bluntness, turning away with a snort of laughter. Emma would have loved this. If she were here, she would have charmed the man into giving her the bloody outfit for free, just because that was the beauty of who she was -

The Darkness whined louder, as if it could sense his weakness. He fled, not to his ship where he had once felt nothing but comfort - no, that was filled with her too, her smell, her laughter; the bed was still a twisted mess of covers from where she had lain ill. He could see her there, or worse still, the images of them together, curled around each other in a gentle doze. Being there was like a candle being smothered, the air taken from every space.

It took a few days of wandering, but he found a makeshift place to rest away from the palace that suited him. It had been, or was, a home of some vagabond at one point, cloth rags curtaining what had once been a wall, a full view of the palace and sky, while broken produce crates had been placed to use as shelves. A threadbare rug lay on the dusty floor, next to a straw pallet.

Killian did not use the bed, instead sitting on the edge of the wall, looking out over the view as he tried to lose himself.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The voice startled him, his head whipping around to see the man approaching him cautiously. He was dark haired, a true shock of it that was swept back in a messy swipe, his large brown eyes regarding Killian with a wary curiosity.

"Sorry mate. Don't want trouble if this is your spot; just liked the view," Killian said evenly, not moving save to gesture at the palace.

The man nodded, moving to sit across from Killian, producing two apples from his pocket. He threw one at Killian, who caught it easily.

"It is one heck of a view," he said simply. After a long moment of silence, he spoke again. "Do you think that the people who live there are happy?"

Killian tilted his head, looking out at the gleaming towers of the palace, and taking a bite of the apple. Chewing slowly, he swallowed hard without looking at the man. "No. I don't think there is much true happiness to be found there."

More silence followed, both men eating their apples. It was broken again by the stranger.

"Name is Aladdin, by the way."

"Killian."

"It was nice to meet you, but a word of warning. Trouble is coming for those in the palace - and they deserve every bit of it. You're new here. Stay clear if you know what's best for you." Aladdin wiped his fingers on his patched pants, and Killian frowned.

"Fair advice, but not very specific," Killian mused, shrugging off his frown before slouching back with false amusement. "What if I like getting into trouble? Is it worth my time to go seeking some fortune in their golden coffers?"

Aladdin narrowed his eyes, jaw jutting up slightly. Anger rippled across his face. "No. No treasure," he said, the words dripping venom. His anger seemed to dissipate as he frowned, staring at the dirty floor. "There isn't anything there for a common thief of a street rat."

"Then tell me what is worth stealing, if you aren't part of the usual riff raff." Killian smirked.

Aladdin hesitated, his earlier energy gone.

"I won't know until tomorrow. I get the orders, and then I grab the object." He scratched his head, adjusting his fez cap. "I just know that any chance I get to punish the Royals is a chance I'm willing to take. The Sultana is heartless. She's a diamond that blinds you before cutting you into ribbons."

Killian arched an eyebrow. "It rather sounds like you and this Sultana are more than intimately acquainted."

Aladdin glared, turning red in his cheeks. "She's much too grand for someone like me," he hissed out.

Killian nodded slowly. "Fine, I'll stay out of your way. I hope the job is worth it."

"When we're done, it will be." Aladdin grinned.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Days passed slowly as Emma begged for company, particularly his. The Sultana and her had taken to each other as soon as Emma began to improve, giggling together as he passed, eating meals together, or talking long into the evenings. Jasmine exerted pressure on him to join them, but Killian dodged her with a practiced finesse he hadn't used since the days before Milah, escaping his father's rages.

The Darkness still slithered in his mind relentlessly, bouncing back and forth between the voice of his captor the Goblin King, and his accursed father. The lack of rest coupled with the descriptions of his mother or a gory ending to Emma's life in Brennan Jones tongue was enough to turn Killian’s insides.

It's fitting you lose every woman in your life to tragedy, isn't it? All three, sickened into an early grave.

"Luckily, your mother never lived to know what you become. You would have her blood on your hands as well."

His mother had died so much like this, her frail body lost among the bedding as a healer sat nearby.

Killian was beyond relieved at the absence of everyone in the palace upon his return, when he saw the princess hobbling towards him in the hallway with a determined look in her eyes. He tried to find an escape, but beyond leaping out of the window, there were none. She bared down on him, menacing even as he took in her exhausted countenance.

"We," she gestured between the two of them, "Have a meeting in 5 minutes."

Killian shook his head. "I don't think - I'm unavailable for any sort of counsel. I'm sorry -"

Emma cut him off, with an annoyed wave of her hand. "Jasmine has been turning away suitors, and she mentioned that she was housing a sick woman with no known cure. Now, my life is tied to Jasmine's hand in marriage." Her voice broke slightly, but she was quick to cough, looking at him with hard eyes as her words dropped with wry, unhappy sarcasm. "You know, just royal things."

"The Sultana did what?" he hissed, anger beginning to course through him steadily. " Bloody hell , Emma, we need to -"

"I tried . Jasmine is bound by the law here, and I am bound by… I need a cure. These suitors of hers may have something that can rid me of this. One of them says he knows what this illness is." She pointed to her chest. "The healers Jasmine has blessed us with can keep treating the symptoms of this, but not for long. I - There's nothing else that can be done. I need a cure, and quickly."

"This doesn't concern me, or you. We will stay here while they -"

"Killian, you're not understanding me. I have no other options. This - this is a last resort that I'll be lucky to have work." Emma bit her lip, looking downcast. She did not meet his gaze as his rage grew into a panicked fury.

Swallowing hard, she wrapped her arms around her frail frame. "We need to talk, Killian. I've tried - The treatment isn't going to do much more than make my symptoms better until it doesn't. I don't have a lot of hope at this point." The last sentence was whispered, and she closed her eyes before wiping away wetness. "I wanted your input. The situation here just didn't, well, pan out… Therefore, I have named you as my second. Should I die, you will be the shard's owner."

You've killed her, vessel of mine. Maybe I was wrong about your usefulness after all! You've freed us, and the United Realms will fall for it.

"Your vengeance is finally within sight."

Killian struggled to breathe, the Darkness triumphantly purring in his mind. The secreted feelings he held close burned, disbelief at the possibility that he might lose her, that he was the cause of her death, of her pain. He stared at her, trying to focus on her words.

"Jasmine has helped me prepare all the documents that will be needed if Fae law ever returns to the realms." Emma pointed to the space on her chest where the shard had laid, its long chain empty. The absence of the silvery pendant was as jarring as the black bruise-like tinge of her skin underneath.

WHERE IS OUR SHARD!?

WHERE HAS THE SICK, SPENT, BITCH PUT IT!?

The Darkness screeched in many voices at once, each enraged as his eardrums pounded inside his skull. His fingers balled into fists, the urge to bruise, to make Emma suffer for this crushing him under its weight. He couldn't, he would never -

FIND IT FIND IT FIND IT AND PUNISH HER. FIND IT AND MAKE HER PAY -

"You gave it to someone else!?" Killian growled as he moved closer, dwarfing her. She took an uncertain step back, her breathing catching in her throat.

Emma gasped slightly, but choked out an answer with wide eyes. "It's alright. I trust the safety of it. Please -"

"You trust - You trust ?" Killian laughed darkly, grinning at her with a malicious sneer. "When has your trust ever been worth a bloody damn? Your trust is meaningless, your faith is worth nothing, and now you have forced me to follow by your side if I want my freedom."

RIP HER APART, GET THE SHARD!

"I made the deal, I need the cure. I am sorry, but you have to trust me on this. I wanted to discuss it, but…" She pleaded, but he refused to hear any of it. The Darkness rose like a tidal wave, furthering every bit of him that sparked with hatred. "It's done. I need you to know my funerary needs, just in case the cure fails, but first we have to meet these suitors - "

"I don't care, Princess. When are you going to understand that I don't want to be here? We aren't friends, I am not doing this out of good will or kindness like your naivete expects. I want to be free of you," he snarled, watching her shrink into a coughing fit. "Does it please you to leash me, Princess? Do you relish in having your faithful pet at your beck and call? I don't want to have your blood on my hands, by tether or not, but if you insist, I will make sure that you regret it."

"Killian, please, I -"

"THAT'S IT, M'BOY.

MAKE HER SUFFER."

"I don't want to be your second. I wouldn't want to be your fifth, or even your sixty-third!" Killian spat, his anger pouring out of him. His father's voice taunted him relentlessly, egging him on, and he could barely think over its noise. Something quieter tugged at him too, begging him to stop. It begged him to look at her tearstained face, and her clear horror as her hands rose to cover her mouth in shock. At the way she flinched back when he moved, or made a gesture, obviously in fear. He ignored it, lashing out as his father laughed. "You are an absolutely infuriating and insufferable companion; once you are healthy, you will give me the shard, we will end this alliance, and you will never see me again."

Emma stood in stunned silence for a long moment as he panted, before giving a short, barely there nod.

"As you wish," she whispered, finally meeting his eyes. They were nearly as bloodshot as his own as she trembled.

THE PRINCESS DESERVES THIS.

The smallest, barely there whisper was almost drowned out completely as it cried, trying to get him not to listen.

The Princess does not deserve any of this, or any of this rage. She's scared of you. You hurt her .

You caused this. You .

"Now, where the sodding fuck are these suitors? The sooner we get this finished, the better," he seethed, Emma pointing in silence to a set of double doors with thick golden inlay. He pushed them open forcefully, coming face to face with a familiar man dressed in traditional finery.

"Ah, Dark One. Princess." Jasmine gestured from her throne for them to approach. A group of men stood before her, giving bows as Emma was helped to a smaller chair next to Jasmine's, Raja gesturing at him to move so that Killian stood by her side. The men drew closer beckoned by Raja as he stood in front of his Sultana.

"The kingdom of Camelot has demanded the laws of the open palm be laid out, here forward," Raja boomed out. "The offer stands at a cure for the mystery illness plaguing her guest, given with an open palm, in return for the Sultana's hand in marriage. One by one, please present yourself. Tonight we dine together, and tomorrow you will begin seeking a cure. If the guest is injured, made worse, or dies from a proposed cure, the offer is void. If the guest dies before a cure is found, the offer is void."

"Thank you, Raja," Jasmine stated robotically. Her face was solemn, no hint of any emotion.

Raja nodded, then set his sights on the first of the four men.

The first was tall, and somehow sinewy, his fingers long around a golden cane shaped like a snake. His deep, wine and dark garnet robes were elaborately lined in golden embroidery that made his dark skin and eyes seem to glow as if lit by embers.

"I am Jafar." He bowed low, the deep plum jewel in his tall turban glinting in the light. "I was the vizier of this kingdom at one time, and helped the queen navigate life with her Djinn powers. I have come to seek a place for my wisdom once more."

Jafar's thick, syrupy voice made Killian want to shudder, but what was more unnerving was that the man had spared no glance to his would be bride, or Emma. Jafar had leveled his gaze straight into Killian’s own, blinking slow, and never looked away even as his lips curled into a smirk.

Killian tore his eyes away with difficulty as the next man began to speak. He was dressed in a grey and blue chiton, the silver clasps accentuating his pale skin, red hair, and matching the ice of his pinched glare at Emma.

"I am Hades, named for the God and blessed by him to rule the Southern Hills. I conquered the Amazons, defeated the monsters this world let loose, and I alone tamed the great Titans of the old world until they grew too willful. I crushed them, and will crush anything in my path with ease should I gain your foresight." He knelt, dragging his glare from Emma to stare up at Jasmine. "You may not be my Persephone, but you will be a beautiful prize, hard won."

A knight dressed in leather studded mail bowed low next, dark hair and cheerful eyes matched by a blinding smile. He looked between both Jasmine and Emma with a prideful grin.

"I am Arthur, the reason we are all here, King of Camelot, Holder of the Sword of Pure Truth, given to me by the spirit of Lake Nostros. I come to ask for either of your hands in marriage." Emma visibly tensed, and Killian swallowed back the urge to glare. "I am in need of a queen who loves her people, her kingdom, and her king. I thought I had that once, but betrayal and hardship is not unknown to any of us. I hope to not only heal you, Princess Emma, but potentially bring you or the beautiful desert diamond Sultana Jasmine happiness. You both deserve it, along with the utmost peace."

Arthur's eyes flicked to Killian briefly, and there was a glimmer of something that felt dishonest and unclean. It was gone so quickly it had to be imagined as Killian looked at the last man once more.

His dark shock of hair was laid under a turban, the bright peacock feather in it held on by a glittering plum jewel. His face was familiar, large dark eyes and long eyelashes full of mirth and trepidation, as if he didn't quite belong. Killian looked harder, trying to place him. Was he a courtier? No, that couldn't be. Had he been in the market? The realization hit him, putting him immediately on edge. Aladdin winked at Killian in his disguise, as he purred out an introduction.

"I am Shah Ali of Ab'dua," Aladdin smirked up at the three of them. "And I will easily win your heart, as well as cure the Princess Emma. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you both."

#Courtorderedcake #18th #June #2020 #June 18th 2020 #Hallow #My writing #CSSNS 2019 #CSSNS #I'm so close to being done #God #What a relief #Fuuuuck #Captain Swan #CS AU #CS FF #CS AU FF #CS FIC

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stomach-rental · 5 years ago

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SKETCH COMMISSIONS

Hello, lovely people of the internet! I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that, with coronavirus and similar things, I have been unable to do full drawing commissions as I usually would like to, and I'm reducing my commission types to just sketches. :( The GOOD news is that this means discounts for you!!

My old general commissions sheet is here if you’d like to take a peek at it, I reblogged it to this blog at some point but for now it’s outdated since coronavirus has allowed for,, some leniency in prices. I’ll go in detail about what all of the exact prices are underneath the cut. But, for now...you might be wondering. What CAN you commission from me that falls under these new prices?

The Good Stuff

vore! safe vore specifically

digestion w/ implied regeneration

g/t, both of vore or just of general giant/tiny things so long as it’s not fetish related/sexualized in any way

stuffing! foodplay!

normal art!! real life people(depending on the context)!

fanart!

ship art! oc x canon!

furries/anthro! animals! animal-like creatures!

there are,, a select few kinks I am okay with drawing, such as emeto, eructo, etc. etc., but they’re Few And Far Between so if you want to ask for something like that make sure you check with me ahead of time

mild body horror/gore is ok, depending

Getting In Deep Art...not kidding, if you commission me for getting in deep art I will Absolutely go ham on it

The Absolutely Not Stuff

sexual content. of any kind. even implied sexual content for vore or similar kinks mentioned above. sorry, I just,, cannot do it due to me being apothisexual :(

nudity, for the most part. top nudity isn’t a problem. characters in underwear and such is Fine, though I most likely will not post it on my blog, and it would be Preferred that said underwear is not Especially skimpy

fatal vore

super complicated character designs or super complicated mecha

pedophilia/racism/homophobia/incest/etc., or drawing from shows/people that support those things

same size,, I’m alright with half size and quarter size, and I’m also ok with naga related full size, but. most of the time it makes me uncomfy :( I’m also uncomfy with weight gain and similar things, mainly because it hits home to me in ways I Don’t Enjoy

suicide, self harm, eating disorders, other heavy topics

long vore sequences-- I get easily tired out and sometimes don’t have the ability to draw lengthy sequences of time. a few vore related timelapse things aren’t an issue, but, they will be priced in full just like they were multiple drawings.

does that all seem like a category your possible commission would fall into ?? then click under the readmore to learn more about prices and contact information!! also, for those who don’t feel like commissioning or don’t have the funds for it-- reblogs are also always appreciated, so I can help get more of an audience for my work! thank you ^^

so. I said my commission type was just sketches, from now on! you heard me right! but what does that mean??? I’ll Tell You.

the art that you commonly see on this blog(digital sketches and traditional sketches) has been broken down to some bare bone parts-- lines, “color”, and shade. lines would simply be a sketch with no further blocking, just black and white lines(or colored lines if you chose digital) where you can see the character you chose. here’s a digital and traditional example of the lines style.

see? no color blocking, just quick and simple. due to the nature of these being sketches, they won’t be cleaned up a ton, but they’ll still probably be cleaned up a little more than the above doodles, which were just made in my freetime.

then, there’s color blocking, which just flat shades. here’s the digital and traditional example for that.

as you can see, it’s still “black and white”, but in this case it has shades blocked out to make it pop a bit more. this is slightly more expensive than just lines since it takes a bit longer, but honestly, I usually do it with a lot of my drawings anyways because it makes the characters look a lot more cohesive and gives them solid shapes.

finally, we have full on shading!

with the two examples here. full on shading takes more time and planning, but, can work for either medium, so I’ve decided to include them!

you still get the same sizes as far as characters, so, I’ll rewrite the pricing here with the updated sketch prices. if you’re having trouble visualizing what each size is, check back to the older commission sheet linked above, and it will have plenty of information for you!

headshot/mawshot - lines: $5 - color block: $7 - shaded: $10

halfbody - lines: $15 - color block: $17 - shaded: $20

fullbody - lines: $20 - color block: $22 - shaded: $25

those are all for one character. every extra character is +50% of the price (ie. a lines character headshot is $5, but to add another character interacting is + $2.50[50% of $5], which makes the total $7.50 for both lined character heads/icons), unless said character is a tiny in comparison to the first character, in which it’s only +25% due to the size/detail difference. if this is confusing at all, that’s okay! it’s completely understandable and I will walk you through pricing when you first come to commission me.

digital and traditional cost the same, but, you’ll have to tell me upfront which one you’d prefer for the commission--I like to add a little bit of a pop of color to digital ones, and I like to add extra shading/effects to traditional, as a treat :)

uncomplicated objects do not have any further pricing issues, so you can add a few objects or food related things if you’d like with no extra cost. however, try not to put any super complicated objects or more than a few objects in the picture, as these are just sketch commissions and extravagant object lists or details can make things go longer as far as your wait time.

there are three types of backgrounds that I’ll do for free-- stomachs/mouths, simple shapes/logos, and no background. complicated and detailed backgrounds are available upon request, but, they will cost extra, and the exact price fluctuates depending on how detailed it gets.

that...should be most of the information! now, I know what you’re thinking-- what do you have to do to actually start a commission, then? the answer is simple! contact by dming @crittern or @stomach-rental on tumblr. if tumblr doesn’t suit your preferences, you can also hit me up at [email protected] or you can message me over discord @ Crittern#8971 (make sure to send a friend request first! it’s helpful if I’m dmed on tumblr about said friend request beforehand so I know who you are)

it’s Best if you have access to this information that you can send me before you start! you don’t have to send it all in one form like this of course, but, it’s just a little guide in case you easily get lost in details like I do.

name:

best way to contact you:

paypal email: (this is the method of payment used for my commissions)

medium of sketch: (traditional or digital)

size of sketch: (headshot/mawshot, halfbody, fullbody)

type of sketch: (lines, color blocking, shading)

number of characters: (include which ones are tiny, if any)

description of what you want the commission to be:

background description: (if any)

references for commission: (references are required for character designs! they could be just an in depth description and some helpful pictures like face claims/outfits for the character, but, I usually can’t just go off of description of the character alone)

any other information: (information on the history of the characters that you might find helpful, concerns or questions you have, etc.)

I will do the pricing for you, so don’t worry about adding it up yourself! I will be sure to show you every step so that it’s clear before we do any transactions. payment is due before the drawing is given-- usually the preferred time is upfront when it’s first discussed and agreed upon, but I’m lenient so long as it’s given to me before the final product is shown to you. along the way, I will give you a few thumbnail sketches for you to choose from as far as poses, and probably at least one of the other drafting stages as I work on it, so you aren’t going to be left in the dark as to how your commission is coming along. Most commissions should not take longer than a week, but, due to school and other complications, deadlines might have to be extended or tweaked. I will always let you know and talk about it if such a thing happens.

I’m excited to see how this goes!! I know that things are really uncomfortable and bad right now, so hopefully the lowered prices and variety in options will make my art more available to help you guys and give you guys more opportunities to add more to the community. hope to see you out there!!

#commissions #safe vore #g/t #vore mention #giant/tiny #drawns #HOPEFULLY...this will be a good thing #I enjoy doing sketches so much more than I do normal colored art and I Really have been wanting to take like. requests and similar stuff #but I Need Money so these prices should help to make that!! affordable and easy for you guys while still giving me enough to afford stuff #like. food #and also things for the house #and maybe some new plants

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metalheadmomo · 4 years ago

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so i think the best place to start with the bnha/ane crossover is the todoroki-okumuras!!

honestly like every one of their parents is important so choosing how this works was kinda hard BUT i've decided to basically mold satan and endeavor into one person. quite frankly i'm not nearly far into the manga enough so know much about satan but being satan is what gives everyone their furry traits so he is of utmost importance!!!!! and endeavor being a giant shit asshole is important so they are just one person. their mom is still just rei though!! i still want them to have their little ice powers so yes she is the mom. now where yuri comes in is that she has been rei's secret lover!!!!! endeavor thought they were just gal pals but little does he know 😌 rei and the bitch get divorced and he's JAILED so all the kids get two moms <3 yuri is also quirkless!!

i'm obsessed with this hc so dabi and fuyumi are twins. dabi IS the eldest though. then fuyumi obviously, then natsuo. shouto rin and yukio are triplets though!! i want them to be in the same grade and also i want rin to be protective over his baby brothers so yeah. rin is the oldest shouto is middle anddd yukio is the youngest!! rin has the same quirk as dabi but his body IS able to tolerate the flames. yukio is quirkless but i like to think he also got the ability to tolerate the flames. everyone gets horns, fangs, a tail, pointy ears, and paw pads because! i am, a furry <3

so now setting!! we have katsuki and rin as childhood friends WHICH puts the todoroki-okumura family in katsuki and midoriya's neighborhood. katsuki and rin were very fucking similar as kids. rin lashed out a lot and he's super protective over his little brothers. katsuki also lashed out a lot and he felt like needing help made you weak. i think they probably got into a fight in like kindergarten and they had to be in time out together but they realized they both like a lot of the same things and they were both like abnormally strong kids so they could play fight without either of them getting upset and they just. became friends!! this will be something i get more into details with another time but i think rin's fierce protectiveness over yukio kind of made katsuki rethink all his shit about being quirkless. this unwrites a LOTTTT of bullshit though so i will have to work out the details later. rin isn't the only one who gets a buddy though!!!! yukio and midoriya are also quite similar. reallll sensitive, quirkless. i think rin shouto and yukio would like move into town so they'd be the new kids and midoriya, nice kid he is, tries to be friends with them!! rin is really cool and reminds him of katsuki if he were nicer, shouto is quiet but he really likes listening to midoriya talk about things, and yukio is just like him!!! quirkless and shy and hopelessly idolizing someone much stronger than them, wanting to help that person so badly but being unable to do so. midoriya is friends with shouto as well but yukio is his best friend. they look out fur each other as best they can, help each other feel better about being quirkless. natsup is quirkless as well and seeing someone older than himself be quirkless and happy really makes midoriya happy :)

my header is pretty inaccurate as far as their actual ages go. tbh i just wanted to draw the older siblings cuddling the babies 😭 their ages don't actually change from canon at all (other thsn maybe dabi and fuyumi ig since they're twins) ah and as fur rin yukio and shouto's birthday!! they're actually already all aquarius so i'm just pushing shouto's birthday from jan 11 to dec 27 becauseeeeee ane s1 filler i want the christmas birthday cake to be real 😭

dabi DOES still make it out of the home and him and shouto do still get their burns. after shouto is burnt yuri fucking gets endeavor's ass into jail!!!!!!! rei gets therapy and the kids are put under yuri's custody until rei is healthy and ready to come back.

dabi and rin have a special bond i think. grrr without getting too insane and like my own shit rin just really looks up to dabi since they have the same quirk. they also swap hair colors eventually so like they are like this 🤝. yukio sticks close to fuyumi because she is gentle and nice 😭😭😭

this is all my brain has to offer me rn so yes hopefully i add more later

#weeeeeee #crossover

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akrona · 5 years ago

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olivia and i were doing a deep dive into old art (neopound/btf era) last night, and while a lot of it was deeply cringe-inducing, it did remind me of the best trolling evan and i ever did.

we used to go around asking for art trades requesting that they draw our characters together because “theyre best friends :)”

said best friends were:

- a bright blue furry of indeterminate species (nominally a xweetok) with elaborate markings and a ref with way too much text

and

- a sixty year old human man.

i am genuinely crushed that i dont have any of the fanart we collected of them because it was absolutely hilarious to see people attempt to draw these two characters together in one scene. literally nobody knew how to handle it

like having any teen neopets artist to draw a person over the age of twenty is already a big ask, and the few people comfortable enough to draw humans outside of anime protagonists were unable to handle the sparklefurry. and good luck having them stand next to each other and not look cut and pasted from separate drawings

twelve years later i stand by this as one of the funniest things ive ever done. honestly i would kind of like to build a new collection of fanart

#i dont talk to evan anymore :(#nothing happened we just drifted apart #mostly she became way cooler than me and we stopped having anything in common #we had some good times on neopound tho

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crepuscularghost · 2 years ago

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meh pointless rambling / venting

can we PLEASE skip summer this year I *really* don't want to experience smoke and fires and 105-115 degree heat again. i have lived around this weather for the last 14 years. im so over it. i just want out. california is literally sucking us dry and making it impossible to save more than $10 a month. im really worried that we'll be stuck in sacramento as it gets more expensive here and as our rent gradually increases by $100 a month. i wish i could be sane enough to hold down a job and not lose my shit so we could actually save up to move to the pnw. i need to start looking into disability asap but I'm honestly afraid they won't approve me b/c I don't have enough "proof" as they denied my mum when she was very clearly unable to work and she was fighting to get on disability for 4 years before she died. like i really don't have faith in anything lately. and im just losing more and more money by not being able to work or draw. so disability is literally my only option rn. i just don't even know where to start, the whole process is incredibly intimidating without any assistance or anybody to talk to about it. I've tried applying at the grocery store across the street, and to a few other places down the road, but to no avail. the one job I actually thought I *could* manage, at an art store, never called me back after applying 3 times in the span of 8 months. (they keep telling me to keep applying so I do but it feels rather pointless if I don't even get an email back saying they don't want me lol) - not that i feel i could really be stable enough to hold it down for more than a few months. the entire time i was at PFX i was facing depersonalization and disassociating even while on antipsychotics and would face random bouts of suicidal ideation. I only worked there for a month. i really don't know what to do. the one thing I used to rely on, drawing, to help me get by some months and save up for things I needed or moving-funds, I can't even do that anymore. I *loathe* drawing lately. it just breaks my heart and I go insane forcing myself to do something that literally hurts. i don't know what's wrong with me. why is the artist part of my brain so broken. people keep calling it burn out, but i don't know. i don't think it's just that. im really afraid that im no longer an artist anymore and that's a huge part of my identity and it's fucking with my perception of self. i feel like nobody. i am nothing. im just a whacked out furry art has-been. some people are just saying "just go crazy! just open the canvas and don't think about it!" but you see, i can't even *do* that. i make a line, im angry, im frustrated, i want to turn my computer off and never look at it again. i think to myself "why try, it'll be shit" every single time. the mental process of just doing Art for Art's sake and now Everything Has to be Aesthetic or else it won't get viewed literally broke me b/c social media has taught us that our art is literally worthless if nobody comments or retweets/blogs it. it has created this toxic mental think that you are also worthless as an artist if you can't get anybody to like your personal pieces. that sex sells and you have to sell your soul to it in order to get any level of attention online or irl. that, or you must find your special *niche* and stick to that only so you can find your underground fans.

i miss doing art for myself. purely, just for me. for me to vent, for me to escape, for me to explore. doing commissions was a mistake. having twitter was a mistake. i hate the current art world, so so much.

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thedevilinherself · 7 years ago

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You and me and alcohol

Just an attempt to warm back up into writing.

You found him at the bar, five drinks in and already listless. You had heard the rumors, everyone had. The great Blackwatch Commander, Gabriel Reyes, reduced to a lush. Your heart crumbled to see the whispered talk wasn’t a lie. Taking a deep breath, you approached him, preparing for a fight.

Gabriel began to down his sixth drink as you came to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder. As he turned to face you, the scowl overtaking his face faltered, eyes taking a second to focus on you before a large grin exposed his dazzling teeth.

“Well, if it ain’t the star of the tonight’s li-little party. Congradulatiou-tions on the promotion.” Gabe was loud, perhaps louder then he intended. Clasping his hand on your back, a sharp sting ensued from the man’s strength. He was doing his best to act casual, like nothing had ever happened, like he was getting along just fine. But you could tell he was anything but.

You weren’t surprised he was acting like this. Never let them see you hurting. That was Gabe’s moto. Besides, it’s not like he could be open about things, even with the Blackwatch boys. Your relationship had been a secret. He was several ranks above you and besides that, accusations of favoritism were already leveled against him when it came to Genji and McCree. You could only imagine how bad it would be if people found out you were sleeping together.

That’s why you had broken it off. There were plenty of people that wanted to take Gabe out of power. You weren’t about to be the means to that end. It had been hard, your resolve already weak when you had started the conversation. It had only gotten worse from there when Gabe began to argue, throwing every reason he could think of at you, his words so convincing, eyes so enticing. In the end, you had to run away before you caved.

Even then, the hardship did not end. Your night was brutal, spent crying into your pillow as Gabe alternated between blowing up your phone and banging on your door, not relenting in his pursuit. It wasn’t till 3 am that a silence finally fell upon you, leaving you to chant to yourself: ‘This is for Gabe’s safety. This is for Gabe’s safety.’ over and over again till you slipped into a restless sleep.

That had been three weeks ago, and now, at your promotion ceremony, was the first time you could brave to face him. A part of you hoped it would be easier like this. But as you looked into his red, glossy eyes, one wrong word away from breaking down, you knew that wouldn’t be the case.

“I think you’ve had enough, Commander.” You stated, eyes fixing on his glass to avoid the hurt in his eyes.

“No, I’m good.” He slurred, clumsily leaning back to pull the drink away from your extended hand.

“Commander, please. You’re making a scene.” Unlike Gabe, you were all too aware of the eyes that fell on the two of you. Blissfully ignorant, the man threw back what remained of his whiskey before shouting down the bartender for another.

“I don’t care.” He muttered. You winced at the cruelty in his tone, eyes disdainful as they spared you a side glance.

Again, you reached out in an attempt to take his drink, and again he pulled away, almost tipping out of his chair. But this time he pushed you away, hand illcoordinated as it shoved against your left breast. You were unfazed by his attempt, grabbing his arm to steady him.

“Just leave me alone.” His voice was low, almost a growl as he chugged more of his whiskey, face contorting as the sting set in.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” Your voice was soft, calming as rubbed you hand across his back, an act that usually relaxed him. Sadly, in his current state, the act only served to anger him.

“What the fuck do you care!” He shouted, knocking the stool over in a burst of rage. His eyes cut you to the core, stirring a well of sadness inside you that had been suppressed every day since that night.

Despite his furry, the alcohol won out as he stumbled against the bar, barely maintaining his balance as his feet gave out beneath him. As he clutched at the bar, slumped over and vision spinning, the fight left him, addled brain desperately focused on the task of staying upright.

You were to his side quickly, slipping under his arm to support him before he could protest. Gabriel shook against you in a clumsy attempt at freedom, but soon resigned himself to his fate as his mind seemed to float around him and fade in and out.

“I hate you.” He muttered, bitterness in his voice as you pulled him to his feet.

“Yeah, I know.” You replied, knowing his words were hollow, a place holder for what he really wanted to say.

Growing silent, the drunken Commander was limp against you, putting up no fight as you struggled towards the exit. The man was heavy with muscle, proving a challenge as you did your best to draw little to no attention towards the two of you. Wanting to spare Gabe as much embarrassment as possible, you stuck to the outskirts of the crowd. Your legs hurt with the strain of supporting the man’s dead weight.

“God damn Gabe. You haven’t even been here an hour.” Your heart jumped into your throat as your Strike Commander’s voice reached you. The last person Gabe would want to see him like this. But as the weight lifted off your shoulder, you were surprised to see Morrison shifting the drunk up to lean on his steady form.

“Fuck off Jack.” Gabriel slurred, though his voice was hushed and lethargic.

“Same to you buddy.” Morrison mused, giving you a reassuring grin as he dragged the Blackwatch Commander towards the exit. “I can help you two to a cab, but I need to stay here for the evening. So you’ll have to get him to his room by yourself.” The blond stated as the two of you pushed through the set of double doors that led to a side exit.

“Will he be alright on his own? He’s pretty drunk.” You asked, regarding the incoherent man with a mixture of worry and guilt.

“Yeah. About that.” Morrison hummed, eyes looking up at the night sky, unable to meet yours. “Do me a favor. Stay with him.” You blinked at the man, taken aback by your superior’s request.

“I don’t think it would be appropriate to spend the night in a superior’s room.” You stated with all the practice of a good recruit. Though really, your reasons for not wanting to spend the night were purely selfish. There were too many memories in that room.

“Yeah, well, he’s useless like this.” Morrison retorted, hailing a taxi as blinding headlight grew closer. “And besides, I wasn’t talking about just tonight.” Wide eyed and wordless, you stood, jaw slack as his meaning sunk in.

“Sir?-“ Tossing Gabe to topple in the car, the blond straightened himself before turning to face you.

“Look, he’s no good to me if he’s like this all the time. Just be discreet and keep him in line. Besides, you’re good for him. I’ve known Gabe a long time, and I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything make him as happy, or as miserable, as you do.” Before you could reply, Morrison had his hand on your shoulder, guiding you into the car with a kind smile. “Please be good to him. He needs someone like you.” Not giving you a chance to speak up, your superior shut the door, waving to the driver to take off as he left you with a lot to think about, and a very disheveled Gabe to care for.

#overwatch #angst #gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #alcohol #jack morrison #my writing

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gabrielalexandebrubaker95 · 4 years ago

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How To Use Reiki Crystal Eye-Opening Useful Tips

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#How To Use Reiki Crystal Eye-Opening Useful Tips #Reiki Therapy Scientific

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sahrabarik-blog1 · 7 years ago

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I was also tagged by @lilithleelynn haha

Rules: answer the questions, then tag people you’d like to know more about

I’M SO BAD AT TAGGING but!! if u wanna do this consider yourself Tagged ;3

How tall are you? 5′ 4″

What colour are your eyes? Brown!

Do you wear contacts and/or glasses? Yep, I have since I was kid. I would die without my glasses, my vision is AWFUL.

Do you wear braces? Nope! Never needed them (miraculously).

What is your fashion style? If I have to get up early for class, I usually just wear a t-shirt and one of my Mass Effect hoodies. I also always have my maneki neko lanyard with two Pusheen plushie keychains on it, for those sweet sweet Cute Aesthetic Points(TM) haha. On a good day, I look like a Dad (khakis and a button down shirt).

When were you born? October 23, 1997. A momentous day!!

How old are you? 20!

Do you have any siblings? I have an older sister and an older half sister and half brother (both of which are married).

What school/college do you go to? Chatham University for International Business! I’m a sophomore right now.

What kind of student are you? I miraculously pass despite being unable to focus on anything and procrastinating a lot.

What are your favourite subjects? I lovve my Japanese class. I also really enjoy all my business classes LOL

What are your favourite movies? Moon Child, Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, Stranger than Fiction, and Fahrenheit 451!

What are your favourite pastimes? Drawing, sewing, playing video games, and being a big gay furry mostly haha.

Do you have any regrets? I guess I have a few. I think most people do aaa haha. But, this year, I’m trying hard not to dwell on them so much.

What is your dream job? IT’S CHEESY.... I wanna open a cafe in Japan that encourages people to make art and doodle and stuff while they relax..........

Would you like to get married? Maybe? I guess someday if it made sense to, but being polyamorous it’s also not a huge priority since I could only marry one person..... x-x

Do you want kids? How many? Not really, but one day I would consider adopting a child!

How many countries have you visited? I went to Canada as a small child but IDK IF THAT COUNTS... Also Japan!

What was your scariest dream? I honestly have no idea. Most of my nightmares tend to be SUPER ABSTRACT and just unsettling for an unknown reason lolll

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other? I do!!! @doodlemercenary is my softboi <33

Put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping list the first 15 songs: 1. Not Your Concern - The Hush Sound 2. Crawling Towards the Sun - The Hush Sound 3. Imaginary - Evanescence 4. Demons (Acoustic) - Imagine Dragons 5. Believer - American Authors 6. Here I Am Alive - Yellowcard 7. Mr. Brightside - Run River North 8. Sacrifice - tATu 9. Dark Prince - Young Heretics 10. The Funeral - Band of Horses 11. Please Eat - Nicole Dollanganger 12. Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons 13. How to Save a Life - The Fray 14. Haven - Kamelot 15. I Found - Amber Run

#about me

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setsunatama3 · 5 years ago

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chapter 19: hard choices and confrontation

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chapter 19: hard choices and confrontation

For Emerald, it was hard seeing Cinder like this. The woman she swore to serve in all things. Broken and looking so small. Knowing the only thing she could do for Cinder right now was wait and pray she makes the right choice. When Cinder woke up, everything would change. It was the one thing emerald knew was a fact as she watched. The comatose Cinder on the bed.

Memories flashed in her mind of a little girl with amber eyes. That seemed to glow even in the light.

"Mama, wait for me!" the girl called out. Only for the woman to fade into darkness with red eyes.

When she turned to run, the ground was covered in blood. It was a nightmare, the walls, floor, and even the very sky rained with red. Dying everything a verdant inescapable crimson as far as the eye could see. As the sky rained red, the girl ran through the city streets desperate to find her mother. Not caring of the bodies that littered the streets or the smoke in the air. She tried to hold back her tears and her fear as she ran the red eyes just around every corner. She had only stopped once she made it home. Only it wasn't home anymore; the house was on fire and the red eyes were prowling out of the front door. Dragging the still form of her mother pooling crimson behind her cooling body.

In that one moment, the girl's whole world fell apart. In her earth-shattering despair, something happened.

For a moment, the world stood still. Her despair and grief turned to rage. Furry in its most pure form. As something inside her snapped.

Letting out a cry of rage and anguish all at once. The earth shuttered under her anger. Bent to her will spires of metal, glass, rock, fire shot from the ground. Snuffing out the fires and silencing the monsters with the red eyes and anything else in the village. Save for the lone girl all alone in what is now a silent grave.

Emotionally drained and spent, she collapses in on herself. Utterly exhausted, unable to lift even a finger. When a winged red-eyed monster lands.

She thinks to herself in her last moments. "At least I will see you soon..."

As her vision swam with darkness in those final moments. Terror filled her, and Cinder awoke with a fright. "AAahh...."

Terrified and left gasping for air. And a searing pain in the back of her mind. As the vivid nightmare faded from her memory. No matter how hard she tried, the visions slipped from her as if they were loose grains of sand. Leaving her sullen and hollow.

Hearing the scream, Emerald dropped her glass. Taking off headed for the room Cinder was in. Opening the door in a rush.

"Is everything ok?" Emerald questioned.

And for a moment as their eyes met in the silence. Emerald could see the real Cinder Fall for the first time. What she saw honestly disturbed her. It wasn't the haughty and charismatic woman that she grew accustomed to. But a woman who needed help to restore some semblance of normal to her life.

Then like magic, the mask fell into place. Confidence returned to her features despite her state. It saddened Emerald to see Cinder like this. Always on guard looking for even a hint of betrayal.

"Yes, I am fine. Em, where are we?" Cinder inquired. It was the first of many questions Cinder had for the other girl.

Emerald took a breath to calm her rapidly beating heart and put her words in order. Just wondering how to tell Cinder that she had requested the help of Kitsune. Someone who was diametrically opposed to their goals. Yet he still went out of his way to give them his aid.

"Well, there was something wrong with you, and I was desperate. You were barely even breathing. So I got help." Emerald tentatively answered.

While Emerald had not answered directly. She did solve one of many mysteries. And after a self-check of her person. She noticed that the pain and migraines were gone. At least for now.

But that had brought up even more questions like just who emerald had gotten to help.

"Em, just who did you get to help us, and again where are we?" Cinder prompted. Disregarding Emerald's attempt to dodge the question.

Emerald took another breath to settle her nerves. Knowing there was no way to avoid this question.

"Ok, I'll tell you, but you have to have a clear and open mind about this." Emerald reasoned.

Cinder just glared at her for a moment, annoyed that she was dancing around the question. Before giving her a curt nod of approval. After all, it was Emerald's actions that had led to her improved condition. The least she could do is keep an open mind about things.

With that tentative approval, Emerald went on to explain just how they got here. "When you were unconscious, I made the decision to call Kitsune. I hoped that he could help you, and nothing we were doing was helping you get better."

At the mention of one of the most unexpected unknowns to hamper her plans. Cinder did not expect that it was Kitsune to act on his own and aid them. While it put many of her questions to rest, it also brought up so many more. Like just why did he help, and how?

Feeling tired just from the simple conversation and its many mysteries. Cinder opted to end this discussion here. After all, if Kitsune was really an enemy, then she doubted that they would still be able to draw breath. For if there were anything Kitsune and Ryu where it was decisive and efficient.

"Em, I think I need to rest more before we continue with the conversation." Cinder said. The exhaustion was showing on her face. It was amazing that she was even able to carry the conversation as well as she did.

Emerald made her way out of the room to let Cinder rest. When Cinder spoke up before drifting off to sleep, "Em, thank you..."

Emerald left the room with a smile on her face.

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It had been hours they had been staking out the docks for over eight hours now. And no one had yet to show. It was starting to get a bit ridiculous. Yet the group had not noticed. The shadow who had been watching over them since the girls had gotten there.

It was boring, and it was official for Ruby stakeouts sucked. Letting out another sigh for the fifth time in the last hour. Pouting at the fact she and the other girls. Aside from Blake and Sarada had been made to wait in a building nearby. With the lack of a view, she couldn't even see what was going on.

Even if what Blake and Sarada were currently doing was watching the S.D.C. shipping containers just full of dust. It would be a challenge for them to steal this much dust on their own. And it meant that if the fang was to come, it would not be by land. But by the sea or more likely using an airship.

Naruto had to frown when he had gotten to the docks. From his perch, he noticed his classmates staking out the docks and had to sigh of exasperation in defeat. They were definitely not supposed to be there. There was nothing he could do in this situation but wait.

Night had fallen, and the guards were nowhere in sight. Most likely, amid a shift change. When it happened, the first ones to notice the incoming aircraft was naruto and Sarada. Roused from his meditation by the faint sound of the engines in the distance.

Not wanting the others to be caught off guard, Sarada made a snap decision. "Blake, get everyone ready there coming," she said to the other girl.

It wasn't more than a moment later that Blake heard the sounds of the approaching airships. With a nod, she leapt off the back of the roof and out of sight. Heading to notify the others.

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Roman took a drag from his cigar, calming his nerves hoping that things would go well tonight. Without Neo at his side, he knew it would be more difficult. Especially with rookies from the white fang joining tonight's heist. She, after all, had her own job to complete tonight.

Leaning over to grab the microphone, Roman announced to his men. "Get ready; we will make land in two minutes. Don't screw this up!"

It was a rather short two minutes for Roman and his crew of newbies, but this was supposed to be a milk run for him a chance for the rookies to get their feet wet. When they made landfall Roman made a final announcement. "Gentlemen, get ready cause there is no turning back now."

When the bullheads set down, he, along with the first wave of his crew, disembarked from the ship.

Wanting to get this done in the ten-minute window of time he paid for Roman knew he had to get them to hurry.

"Come on, come on, hurry it up; we only have nine minutes. And I, for one, don't want to be here when V.P.D. shows up. If that container is not attached in the next minute, we will fall behind." Roman yelled. Knowing that if they did not have the first three hooked up soon, they would miss their window, and the boss would make an appearance soon.

The plan was to steal only three containers, which would only take a handful of minutes. Then Kitsune would show up putting the fear of god into these rookies. By then, the fanatics would arrive and be violently suppressed by Kitsune and handed over to the V.P.D. It was a rough plan he had put together. His only hope was that Kitsune would know to hold back and not break these poor sods too badly. After all, the whole part he wanted Kitsune to play in this was to scare these mooks right. They were just civilians, after all.

As the men hooked up the shipping containers, Roman had to smirk at least until things went to shit.

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Upon notifying the rest of her friends to get ready. Blake waited for the airships to land, peering out of a window.

When the first man stepped off the airship, her heart sank. It was the white fang, after all. Seeing her distress, Yang rested a hand on her shoulder in comfort, giving her a soft smile.

"Hey, you don't have to worry. You have us now." Yang said.

With a nod, Blake hardened her resolve to do what is right.

With their preparations set, the ladies of teams RWBY, NNPR, SLVR, AACM readied themselves to stop the white fang.

Naruto's attention was drawn away from the docks by a surge of incoming chakra. It was something that should not even be possible. It was approaching his position fast. Giving him little time to act as he leapt out of the way of several incoming fireballs. With no other perches to land on, he had no choice but to land right into the midst of the white fang. Flipping out of the way of several thrown kunai.

Naruto had no choice but to flip through hand seals as several water dragons were shot his way. Making the hand seals Tiger → Hare → Boar → Dog and intoning (Doton: Doryūheki) crouching down and slamming both palms onto the ground. Shielding himself and the others on the docks from the mystery chakra users with a massive wall of earth.

Not caring about how it happened, one of the fang rookies had managed to get behind him in the chaos. Upon hearing the cocking of the hammer of the handgun now aimed at his head. As the rookie streaked. "Don't you fucking move!"

Naruto reacted quickly. And with brutal efficiency dodging the bullet by a hair's breadth. As it grazed his neck. Only due to the shaking hands of the grunt.

Spinning into a leg sweep knocking the man off his feet and driving his fist into the man's head with considerable force. Cracking the pavement with the blow.

As Naruto leapt away from several more kunai and shuriken. He caught a flash of blonde in his peripheral vision. As the ladies charged into the fray naruto let out a curse. "Fuck!"

Flipping out of the way and landing into a crouch. Kitsune drew his tanto, blocking several more thrown kunai.

In the shadows, he spotted a silhouette and narrowed his eyes. Pulling out four shurikens, he threw them coated in wind chakra in that direction. And dashed off into the direction of his hidden foes.

They met in the middle as his foe lept from the shadows. Managing to stop naruto's tanto with a dagger of his own.

In the moonlight, Naruto came mask to mask with the unmistakable mask of an Anbu. One he did not recognize. Eyes widening in surprise naruto lept away just in time to avoid another masked Anbu whose katana almost ran him through.

This was going to be a tough fight Naruto, though, as two more masked people shunshined into the docks.

Naruto took a breath in and exhaled as he glared daggers at his new adversaries. Raising from his crouched position, he growled, "just who are you?!"

The smallest of the group stepped forward. "We are here to get answers. As for who we are, you should know if you recognize these masks. Just like you, we are ANBU," she announced.

Naruto focused all of his attention on them as he readied himself for what may be the hardest fight in a long time. Taking in every detail of their apparent leader.

Noting that despite their masks and similar dress of the standard flak vest in black. With a sleeveless shirt and the barest hint of mesh armor on underneath it. The only real difference in dress was unlike her subordinates. She was wearing short shorts rather than cargo pants. And the feature that set her apart from everyone else was the fact that she was a cat Faunus with a spit tail and ears.

The thing that made him pause was that once the clouds in the sky broke. Illuminating the docks with lunar light, he saw it his clan's crest was emblazoned on their Hitai-ate. And his blood ran cold with fury. It was then that everyone on the docks was exposed to his killing intent. Forcing them to freeze in their tracks. Then in an instant, it was gone all that malice and rage that only spelled death was silenced. By force of will alone, Naruto calmed himself down. And drawing on the power of nature, taking it into himself.

Settling down his turbulent emotions with the peace of mind, nature gives him. He exhaled, and with it, all the tension left his form.

Now with a clear mind, he looked over his opponents once more. Noting their vibrant red hair. And with his sage mode enhanced senses, he could feel their power. And it was definitely not Aura; it was chakra. It answered some of his questions. As Naruto let the power of sage mode slip away. He was left with even more questions.

While he was seemingly distracted the ANBU rushed him. The one wearing what looked like a tengu had reached him first.

It was a rather impressive feat of speed. Made all the more perfect by his use of his katana, drawing it from its sheath in one fluid motion cutting through the spot that Naruto was in just missing him by a hair. Naruto stepped to the side of the oncoming strike. Gripping his sword with both hands, he followed through intending to cut Naruto from shoulder to hip.channeling wind into his blade. Forcing him into his team's trap. As his other two teammates made use of the same technique Naruto had used earlier. Having maneuvered themselves into position to either side of Naruto, the ladies flashed through the hand signs Tiger → Hare → Boar → Dog and intoning (Doton: Doryūheki) pining naruto in on either side forcing him to leap backward to avoid the strike.

As he lept back, Naruto was surprised when he felt the swell of chakra. It was unmistakable now. On who these people were now. As he was wrapped in chakra chains. It confirmed at least one of his questions. They were Uzumaki or at least the Faunus girl was an Uzumaki.

Walking up to the restrained Kitsune. Bakeneko had to smirk behind her mask. This was easier than she had thought it would be.

"You're Uzumaki, aren't you?" Kitsune inquired. Showing no signs of distress despite his bonds.

When she heard his tone, it triggered something deep within her a primal part of herself that she did not like. As her instincts were raging telling her that something was wrong, it had come a moment too late as in a flash of light, Kitsune exploded.

Naruto had thanked his good graces that he had replaced himself with a shadow clone when he had lost his temper. As their teamwork was flawless had it been anyone else they had been after, it would have likely ended with one of those chains impaling the poor bastard. Rather than attempting to capture him

Bakeneko bit back a curse as she was blown away from her teammates in the explosion. Flipping in mid-air to orient herself with the ground. As she flew just beyond the dock, landing perfectly on the water's surface. She scowled as Kitsune alighted right in front of her. This was going to be difficult. And she knew it. Just based on what she felt from his now unleashed chakra. He was a monster in human skin.

]|[

When the fireballs hit the docks roman was shocked; all of his plans went down the drain in less than five minutes.

"Damn, damn, damn it fuck this shit alright gents grab what you can we are moving out now." roman snaps out with a growl.

He knows with those explosions, the time frame they had to work with has just been cut in half, and he only has rookies to work with. Then a shot rang out across the docks just missing him by a hair. Grazing his cheek. Causing him to let out another growl of frustration.

When he sees the students of beacon charging his men. With a quick glance around, he sees only two containers have been hooked up to the bullheads, and there are eight more shipping containers. With his original plan of having at least three of the containers hooked up. Then by the time the boss showed up. The veterans of the fang would have been a prime target to be made an example of.

But now with the kids from beacon showing up and with that explosion. Roman knows it's only a matter of mere minutes now. Before the V.P.D. shows up soon. And to top all that those damn kids will tear right through his current forces.

Crushing his cigar out of frustration, Roman barked out his next set of orders to the men next to him. "Hold those kids off, while the pilots ready the bullheads we only need a few minutes to secure the cargo we have."

Tossing the remains of his cigar to the ground, Roman strode forwards to his quickly crumbling front lines. His only thoughts on the matter were on just how bad his luck was.

Aiming his weapon right in between the students and his rookies, he fired off several rounds using his Semblance to enhance his shots. He carved a trench into the ground stopping the advance of the kids.

"And just what are a bunch of beacon firsties doing here?" Roman drawled as he made his entrance.

When Blake saw Roman make his entrance with the white fang at his side, it brought up so many questions. But she knew it would have to wait.

"Oh, hey Red fancy meeting you here," Roman snarked, Recognising Ruby in the group of students.

Firing off a blast from his cane roman charged into the group of girls singling out Ruby. He was soon followed by his men in his attempt to buy time.

Only for his approach to be cut off by a blade that nearly took his head off. Had he not ducked it by the narrowest of margins. His hat fell to the ground, completely shredded.

Looking up, Roman glared into the eyes of an oddly smiling girl with orange curly chin-length hair.

As more and more of her blades came out of her backpack, Penny declared for everyone to hear. "I'm combat-ready!" pumping her fist into the air.

With the grace of a dancer, she leapt into battle, immediately putting the white fang on the back foot. Dancing around shots and directing her floating array of blades to dance to a tune only she could hear. Effortlessly blocking sword strikes and incoming fire. With the greatest of ease.

Seeing all this in action, Ruby exclaimed: "wow, Penny; you're amazing."

With a grin, Penny replied as she directed her blades. Her fingers dancing, controlling the many weapons in concert with her will. As she slid underneath a sword and headed her four of the swords, she commanded with a slashing motion of her hand. Shield her from a barrage of gunfire. "Didn't i tell you, I'm combat ready!"

As the other students took on the other grunts with his lines collapsing. Knowing it would only be a matter of minutes now. Roman chose the better part of valor and made a quick retreat. Calling out to his pilots. "Damnit, take off when I give you an opening. we will have to make do with the three containers we already have."

With confidence backed by the skill, he parried a strike from the bow wearing Faunus of Team RWBY. Opening her guard, he thrust the end of his cane into her gut, pulling the trigger point-blank.

Blake only escaped what would have been a severe injury by quickly switching herself out with a clone. However, she did not avoid the blast entirely as she was sent skidding backward.

"Damn, damn, goddamnit, just why are you kids doing out here?!" roman snarled. His gate even as he strode towards blake cane raised aimed at her head. His building frustration making his blood boil.

He knew he had to get out of here fast, or all his efforts tonight would be for naught. With that goal in mind, he quickly shifted his aim at one of the cargo containers, not hooked up to the bullhead.

Everything went silent in that one moment as he grinned. And with a squeeze of his trigger, everyone watched on helplessly as he fired a single shot. With a single shot, he gave his men the time they needed.

]|[

She let out a cackle of manic glee as her blood pumped through her veins, and her eyes dilated and became slits. Her fingernails lengthened into claws as she tapped into her Semblance, and her purple eyes turned a vibrant amber. As she was enveloped by a chakra shroud. Hunching over ready to pounce.

With a more bestial growl, Bakeneko called out to her team, "he's mine, don't interfere, Tengu!"

As her transformation took place, the water underneath her feet rose to boil. With a nod, Tengu and the others of her team lept down onto the sea with her. Getting into a position to intercept should anything go wrong.

The pair stood there facing off against each other, waiting for the other to show even a hint of weakness. When the sound of another set of airships broke the stillness of the water as they came to land. At that moment, Bakeneko lept with claws extended she slashed at the air. Igniting the air sending a torrent of what could only be described as blades of flame at Kitsune.

Drawing his tanto Naruto channeled chakra into his tanto, mixing wind and lighting chakra, forcing the blade to vibrate and make a keening wail. As he employed what Naruto liked to call his oscillating blade technique.

Naruto decided to meet power with power and slashed at the blaze with his sword. And as the forces collided, it was clear that the balance of power was not even as Naruto's sword began to chip against the pressure. As it began to push him back. Tapping into the wellspring of his power, Naruto forced even more energy into the blade, causing it to give a cry before slashing through the blaze with an explosion. Shattering into pieces soon after.

When the smoke cleared, the results of the clash were evident on Naruto's arm as he dripped crimson into the waters below as his arm began to emit steam as wounds started to close. Leaving behind, not even a scar. Making the only evidence of his injuries the tattered arm guard and glove.

As Naruto glared at the now animalistic cat girl. As she stalked back and forth, ready for his next move. Far more cautious than ever. He knew the girl was strong. The only question was just how strong she was .As he decided to up the ante.

Withdrawing two of his tri-pronged kunai. Naruto rushed her faster than before. He threw one of his kunai at her channeling his chakra into the blade. Seeing it coming, Bakeneko drew a kunai and threw it at the odd kunai. In an attempt to intercept the weapon.

Only to be stunned when the weapon sheared through the kunai without resistance. As she stared at the quickly approaching kunai in disbelief. Everything screamed at her to move.

Her mind, instincts, even her very being screamed at her to move, yet her body refused to follow her commands.

With the blade quickly approaching, she knew she had no other choice. Drowning out all others in that single moment, she closed her eyes. She delved into her inner world to the source of Semblance. Her own cursed power.

When she opened her eyes, she was standing before a shrine. The doors bound in seals preventing any from entering. She knew she had no other choice but to open the door even if it was just a bit. Any amount of power she could access would be a boon. Walking up to the shrine that suppressed her nature, she placed her hands on the sliding panels. Grimacing in pain as what felt like acid ran through her veins just from touching the doors. Bakeneko pushed through the pain forcing the panels apart inch by inch. Her features changing slowly.

Her tail split into two. Her canines lengthening as fur began to coat her arms, and her eyes began to glow even brighter than before. The shroud started to take a humanoid shape.

When Bakeneko opened her eyes again, she felt the swell of power along with the pain as her body began to reflect what happened in her inner world.

It all happened in a moment with the swell of power drowning out her hesitation Bakeneko reacted quickly. Ducking under the kunai, allowing it to slip right through the crimson tresses of her hair. Trusting even more of herself to her instincts, she spun and lashed out with a kick. Catching the flash of red in her peripheral vision.

But more importantly, she felt her leg make contact with the flash. Sending Kitsune skipping across the bay with the power put behind the blow.

Naruto had to let out a curse as he was sent flying from the unexpected blow. Had he not sacrificed his arm to block the blow. He would have likely been taken out of this fight for the moment.

Standing back up onto the surface of the water, Naruto gave his opponents one of his most withering glairs. As he did a self-check of his injuries. Despite the ruined bracer and glove, naruto knew that his arm was only dislocated and covered in severe burns hanging limply at his side, and three of his ribs were broken as well. He let out a held breath as his wounds began to rapidly close, letting out steam in the process. As his eyes shifted to the telltale bar-like pupil. And with the sound of a sicking crack, naruto tested his arm even as the burnt flesh began to flake off, revealing pink skin underneath.

His injuries healed in a mear moment, Naruto directed his gaze away from his opponent. Only a moment looking towards the docks and the battle that was quickly coming to an end.

Knowing he had to deal with this annoyance first before he could do anything about the fang on the docks.

With his decision made, he charged the foe before him. Bakeneko meeting his charge with one of her own.

Confident in her own skills, Bakeneko met his charge head-on. Trading blows with Kitsune and dodging by the narrowest of margins at least until she ducked under a right hook. When her instincts screamed at her to move.

That was when she felt it an invisible blow drilled right into her masked face. As Bakeneko was sent flying backward. She felt a force act on her whole body as she was ripped from her flight and pulled back towards Kitsune.

Bakeneko knew she had to do something, or her teammates would interfere. And this Kitsune was someone they would not likely be able to handle on their own, let alone as a team. So with no other choice, she opened the gates that held back her power even more. Despite her quickly slipping sanity and the madness subsuming her will. With a cry of rage, she opened the gates as far as she could with one thought in mind. "Protect them!"

Naruto felt the blow before he felt the sudden surge of power filled blood lust.

The moment she delved deeper into the wellspring of power, Bakeneko lost her tenuous control. And her teammates sprung into action. The aforementioned Tengu taking the lead.

"Yuki-onna cage her and seal her movements, Nurarihyon buy us some time!" Tengu barked out to the two other women.

The team moved in with swift efficiency. Tengu and the now named Yuki-onna dashed towards Bakeneko. As soon as she saw them, her attention was immediately directed towards the pair.

With a roar of a challenge, she met their charge head-on. Yuki-onna slid to a stop and flashed through hand signs. She then clapped her hands together intoning (Makyō Hyōshō). As Bakeneko charged the pair, she was cut off by panels of ice that sprung up on all sides.

Tengu slashed his right hand with a kunai and charged at her his hand alight with a blue flame. The flames soon flickered out. As he ducked a slash that would have taken off his head as soon as he got close.

This was the moment that Tengu was looking for. When she had overextended herself with that last attack he called out to yuki-onna. "Yuki, now!" Tengu cried out.

With a single hand seal, she intoned (Hyōrō no Jutsu) flash-freezing Bakeneko's legs and arms.

With Bakeneko immobile, he charged his fist with all of his chakra. And slammed his palm into her chest, and it glowed a brilliant blue flame and then shifted to a corona of gold. As the seal script flowed out the color of his blood.

]|[

Knowing that her time was short, Nurarihyon acted quickly, casting one of her strongest genjutsu. Making the tiger hand sign she intoned (Kokuangyo no Jutsu). Drowning Kitsune's senses in total darkness.

While trapped in this genjutsu, Naruto idly thought it was a unique application. From the moment it was cast. Sound, sight, smell, and even touch was gone, yet he knew if he chose to activate his Rinne-Sharingan, make use of the six paths chakra, or also make use of Kurama's chakra. Yet this genjutsu made him curious as to just what they were up to.

It was why he opted to let this play out, relying upon his sage mode enhanced senses. Those same senses enabled him to duck a sword strike that would have taken his head where he anyone else.

Relying on what he could perceive through his sage mode enhanced sense, he sidestepped a thrust. Then nimbly leapt away from what felt like a horizontal slash.

At least until he felt his blood flowing from a wound on his chest. It was strange, so strange Naruto felt he had to voice his curiosity. "It's strange this Just is definitely the second Hokage's technique. But there is something different about it. I can sense you, but it's almost like you're there yet not. So that means that you're enhancing this somehow to the point it is not only cutting off four of my five senses. but distorting my ability to sense chakra as well..."

Naruto said as he began to smile behind his mask. With a flair of chakra, he broke out of the Jutsu. Just as her blade came in intent on taking his head.

Leaping back just out of reach once more. Yet her sword managed to connect with his mask despite the distance. Digging a deep furrow into his mask.

Opting for a jutsu as a retaliatory strike, he quickly flashed through the hand signs Rat → Snake → Horse → Snake → Dog. Intoning (Fūton: Shinkū Renpa). Sending highly compressed blades of wind in her direction. Yet as if she were a mirage, she remained unharmed by the attack. And soon faded into mist along with her companions. As if they were never there.

With the withdrawal of the apparent Uzumaki Anbu. Naruto turned his attention to the docks and the battle being waged. Pausing only for a moment gazing at the new illusion of the woman known as Nurarihyon before him.

"You are just as strong as we hoped. It has been an honor to do battle with you Naruto Uzumaki. We hope to see you again one day." Nurarihyon said as her form began to fade once more.

Naruto quirked a brow underneath his mask as a massive grin began to form on his face. "You know the next time you want to fight, you just have to ask." Naruto sarcastically shot back, As he broke character for the first time that night.

Turning his attention back to the docks, he leapt back up onto the docks just as the battle ended.

As he was mid-air, he heard the telltale crack of gunfire than the cacophonous sound of an explosion. Unable to do anything about the oncoming shockwave. Naruto opted to curl into a ball, letting the shockwave of the blast carry him back into the water with a slightly rough landing.

Swimming back up to the surface of the bay, Naruto was just in time to see only two of the four bullheads take off their cargo in tow.

Scowling naruto pulled himself onto the surface of the water. Glairing in the direction of the fleeing bullheads and the smirking figure of one Roman Torchwick.as he hung from the end of one of the containers.

Amidst the heat of the blaze and the sounds of sirens blaring off in the distance.

Naruto knew he could not remain any longer. The whole mission was a wash.so with a single tiger hand seal.

He vanished without leaving a trace...

AN/ so guys I have some news 1st is I am not dead yay. but I recently fucked up at work like a dumb ass not thinking about what I was doing and cut off a small bit of my finger at work. while I am fine and have all my digits it will, however, affect my typing speed for the future. due not worry though I will still work on my fic as always. injuries like this are not uncommon in my chosen profession and are not a big deal just annoying (I've had worse almost cut off a thumb once that was bad compared to this).

#the maelstrom of remnant #naruto #rwby #crossover #fanfiction

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Good Boy

Rolling in late to the #babybullfest like a dumbass! Heed the WARNINGS:

A/B/O, Alpha Elias, Omega Adam, light D/s, Mommy kink, fishnets, corsets, knotting dildos, a little knot spanking, sloppy sex, anal sex, anal tonguing, nipple fetish, sex work, porn without plot, probably gratuitous use of the word pussy (god, I’ve lost track, just... just read at your own risk!

Elias has a problem, the House has just the Omega to help him solve it.

Adam tapped his toes restlessly on the floor, finished reading the file, and flipped it closed with a definitive, “No.”

“You can’t veto this, Adam, it’s too much money,” Bea said, her arguments already in order because she knew him too well to think he’d take this case without argument.

“You’re right, it is too much money,” Adam said, reminding her, “There’s no way he can afford my rate for the night! And I can’t clear my schedule—”

“The Mistress cleared it for you and, actually, he can afford your rate,” Bea said, frazzled and weary. “He’s part owner of some kind of cloning patent. He can afford you all night every night until you’re too old to do this shit anymore.”

“Part owner of a cloning patent?” Adam hissed, incensed. “And that’s made him nouveau riche, has it? You know, that’s part of what’s wrong with today’s medical field, Bea, it’s all—”

“Write an article,” Bea said, interrupting his tirade. “I don’t give a shit how he gets his pay, Adam, as long as the House gets its cut.”

Adam flipped the file back open, snorting at the name the House had given his potential patron.

“Elias the Bull, honestly,” he said, skimming the contents again. “This is insane, Bea! All of this?”

“All of it.”

“He’s checked nearly every box!” Adam said, turning it to show her as if she hadn’t conducted the entry interview. “Look at this!”

“That’s why it has to be you, Adam,” Bea said, taking the folder from him and tucking it under her arm. “You’re the only Omega we have who will suit him.”

Adam glowered but didn’t deny it. He’d been headstrong from the moment of his birth, bossy, sassy, take-charge, oftentimes mistaken for a Beta male or, even better, an Alpha at times. His particular personality had developed particular tastes in sex partners, which had led him to the House. Here, a bossy, domineering Omega had plenty of Alphas lining up at his door, and they paid for the pleasure of his company, to boot.

It certainly beat scraping coins from the couch to buy a pack of cigarettes.

“Are we done?” Bea asked, knowing damned well they were. “He’s waiting for you.”

“I’m not happy about this,” Adam informed her, surging to his feet and dragging his scarf off.

“He’ll tip, and you’ll be plenty happy about that,” Bea reminded him. “Go get ‘em.”

“The Bull,” Adam said, snorting softly. “How creative! Did he name himself?”

“Nope, the preppers named him,” Bea said, shooing him out of her office. “Hurry up! Time is money, Adam.”

He left her office in a huff and went to his room, one of many in the vast and busy House. His Patron area attached to his private suite, along with the prepping room and Patron washroom, making each entertaining area a little wonderland all its own without interruption from outside parties.

“The Bull,” Adam breathed, showering quickly and getting ready, the details of his Patron’s particulars lodged in his mind. It guided the way he dressed, as he always aimed to please, and he enjoyed the change that overtook him with the clothing he donned, as if an entire new person lay within him just waiting for those tacky fishnet stockings, for the cinched grip of a corset, for the little scrap of panties that almost didn’t hold him, for the wickedly-high heels he took particular pride in wearing so gracefully and so well.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, turning to catch a glimpse of his backside in the mirror, round and firm, cheeks bared, the garter straps stark against his skin. He tapped his toe, admiring the flex of his muscular calves, and winked at himself. “Whatever happens, Adam, you know you’ll have fun. You always do.”

He pulled a silky robe on and belted it at his waist, finger-combed his loose hair, and knocked sharply on the door to announce himself.

He heard a muffled, grunting groan and let himself in to his playroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

The preppers had done a thorough job, Adam was pleased to see. His Patron was bare as birth, hunkered down on his knees and bowed over, wriggling and whining, wrists secured behind his back.

He heard the mechanical whine of the milking machine as he moved closer and his brows rose a little seeing what they’d already gotten out of him, his Bull.

Adam stopped in front of him and nudged him under his chin with the toe of his stiletto, taking in his flushed, sweaty face, the bushy mustache that didn’t quite hide his harelip, the brows pulled together in concentration, eyes squeezed closed.

“Sit up,” Adam told him, examining him closely. “I won’t tell you twice.”

He did so cautiously, teeth clenching on his gag.

The milking machine was on its highest setting, popping soundly against Elias’ swollen knot as its suction pulled it up and down the most monstrously lovely cock Adam had ever seen in his life.

“I understand you’ve been named the Bull, Elias,” he said, noting his oversized, heavy sac between his taut thighs. “I can see why.”

He walked around him, inspecting him to be sure the little red ball was in his left hand, where it would remain as long as the gag was in, a blatant signal to stop when words weren’t available.

“Oh, my, what a touch,” Adam chuckled, spying the cow-tail plug they’d placed in Elias’ ass. He tested it, wriggling to feel how well he was holding it, and smiled when Elias squirmed. “There’s a good darling. I understand you have a problem you need help with.”

He moved back around him, trailing his fingers up Elias’ bowed spine and over his damp, curly hair, then down beneath his chin.

“Open your eyes,” he said, and Elias did so, the haze of pleasure from that milking machine dwindling to bewilderment. “You look surprised. I’m going to take this off of you. Don’t move.”

He reached down and stopped the machine, carefully breaking the seal it had formed. Elias twitched and groaned, shuddering, and Adam slapped his knot, warning, “I won’t tell you twice.”

It came off with a wet, slurping suck and his heavy cock slapped down between his thighs, a string of cum drawing tight and breaking.

Adam put the milking machine aside, retrieved the red ball, and unbuckled the gag.

“You aren’t what I asked for!” Elias said, wriggling now in consternation. “No! No, this is all wrong! I said I wanted an Omega—”

“I am an Omega,” Adam said, straightening to look down at him.

“No! I wanted one with breasts! You’re a man! You don’t have breasts! You don’t understand, I—”

Adam untied his robe with one hand and shrugged it off, pleased when Elias abruptly shut up, mouth agape.

“I don’t have breasts,” Adam said, brushing his hands over his bare chest to cup his nipples, large and turgid against the slight plumpness of his chest, that residual fat he could never shed no matter the pec-work he did. “But that wasn’t really what you needed, was it, Elias?”

Elias licked his lips, eyelids fluttering, tracking the motion of Adam’s thumb when he pinched one nipple softly and tugged.

Adam smiled when Elias’ cock gave a twitch, betraying his interest.

“I understand what you’ve come here for,” Adam said, crouching in front of him, deliberately brushing against his face as he did so, shifting just so to keep those eager lips away from his enticing nipples. “I understand what you need, and I will give it to you.”

Elias blinked rapidly and swallowed hard, torn between desire and confoundment.

Desire won.

Desire always won.

“I’m going to free your hands,” Adam murmured, sliding his arms around Elias to reach the cuffs, pressing close to let him feel the contrast of soft skin and bone-hard stays, the pressure of his own fat sex against his sticky lower belly.

Elias’ breath pulsed against his mouth, quick and hot, but he behaved himself and didn’t try to steal a kiss.

The cuffs gave with a soft click, parting, and Adam pulled away to gain his feet, telling him, “I expect you will behave. If you don’t behave, you’ll be punished. I don’t give instructions twice, Elias. Failure to follow instructions will cost you. Do you understand?”

He stared down at him and Elias nodded emphatically.

“I cannot hear your head rattle, darling,” Adam pressed. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes, I understand,” Elias said, nostrils flaring and cock stirring.

“Yes, I understand what?” Adam asked, standing with his hands on his curved hips, expectant and impatient.

“Yes... Mother,” Elias said, a hesitant, unsure offering.

Adam reached out and caressed his face, purring, “Yes, darling, that’s right. Mother will take very, very good care of you.”

On the heels of that soft caress, he bent over just slightly and tumbled Elias backwards on the floor, half on his side to keep his “tail” clear of harm.

Elias landed with a grunt but rolled onto his back, eyes wide and shimmering with a wild kind of excitement that Adam had rarely seen before in a man his age.

“You have a problem with restraint, Elias, isn’t that right?” Adam asked, using his foot to lift Elias’ thick cock and slap it up on his furry belly. His knot was still fat, but not tight, and hung in a half-slack bulge over his heavy balls. “Constantly touching yourself, unable to resist?”

“Yes,” Elias said, and panted harshly when Adam pressed his shod foot against his knot. “Mother!”

“That’s right,” Adam cooed, crouching to give his knot a squeeze, milking it in both palms until it started to swell again. “You aren’t permitted to come until I say so, Elias.”

Elias squirmed, a soft, keening whine escaping him, his cock swelling rigid against his belly.

“No matter what I do,” Adam purred, kneading and kneading, dropping one hand to cup his balls and roll them in his hot palm, wet and heavy and musky. “No matter what you want, unless I give you permission, you are not to come—”

He did, a harsh shout escaping him as his cock spurted, quivering against his heaving belly.

Adam smirked. He pinched just beneath the swollen head of Elias’ cock and pulled the fat length of him taut, baring more of his knot.

“That,” he said, and cracked his free palm sharply against his exposed knot. “Was. Very. Bad!”

He spanked his knot until it was cherry red and ruddy, until Elias howled and heaved and bucked and fought the pinch on his cock that kept him from tipping too far into enjoying it. He spanked him until his palm stung, and then he stood to plant his foot firmly on Elias’ cock, toe pressing just beneath his head, sharp heel light against his base.

“That was a very bad boy, Elias,” he said, slightly breathless with effort, rocking his foot to make him groan. He felt Elias cant his hips, trying to press up against him, and gave him a little more pressure, marking the way he shuddered and sobbed. “That was a very bad boy, indeed. What is Mother to do about that, hm? How should I punish such a bad little boy?”

He slid his hand into his panties and tugged, the flimsy strings breaking away, the slippery material slithering down one leg to be impatiently kicked off as he moved his foot. He moved to straddle Elias’ chest, one foot on either side of him, and stared down the length of his own slender body to catch his eye.

“Omegas are wondrous, aren’t we?” he purred, fondling himself, fingers sliding around his swelling cock and under his balls to lift as he squatted, legs spreading as he lowered himself almost to Elias’ face, so close he could feel his breath against his thighs. “Beautiful boy parts up front,” he sighed, sweeping himself up tight to expose the slit of his pussy behind. “A tight little asshole you can only dream about, and an even tighter pussy right in between.”

Elias panted, chest heaving but hands flat against the floor.

“I’ll let you taste it, hm?” Adam asked, trailing one fingernail down Elias’ nose to catch on his trembling lower lip. “Let you stick your tongue where you want your cock to be.”

He shifted, straddling Elias’ face backwards on his knees. He lowered himself until he felt wet lips against his sac and he pressed, sighing with satisfaction when Elias began to suck softly at his balls.

“Good boy,” he breathed, shifting up and shivering when his hot tongue plunged into his slick slit. “Very good boy, Elias.”

Elias slurped and lapped at him, groaning against his flesh, eagerly accepting when Adam admonished, “The back as well, darling, Mother loves a good ass fucking.”

It was delightful the way he was so enthusiastic, working at Adam’s tight asshole and tight pussy in succession, and the longer he ate at the feast he was offered, the more his huge cock strained and quivered.

“Such a good boy,” Adam praised, and leaned forward, stretching along Elias’ body to tease his head, grinning at the way Elias offered a stifled squeal and writhed away from his touch. Adam stroked his head and flicked it, over and over, warning, “Be a good boy for Mother, darling. Don’t you come until Mother tells you. There’s my good boy, Elias. Mother is so proud of you.”

Elias’ tongue plunged deep, laving and probing, and slid in a slick trail from Adam’s wet pussy to his loosening asshole, fighting the clench of muscle to push in deep.

“Oh, that’s what Mother likes,” Adam breathed, lightly polishing his head, knowing the teasing pressure must be virtually unbearable. “Look at this huge cock of yours, Elias. I’m so proud of what a big boy you are. Look at how hard your are, how big your knot is. Mother can’t wait to get that knot, Elias, to squeeze it and squeeze it until you give me your little boy milk—”

Elias bucked and spurted, smearing a mess of come all over his belly and Adam’s hand.

“Oh, darling, you’ve been such a bad boy,” Adam breathed, levering himself up off of Elias’ face. “So bad, Elias, coming without permission. I won’t tell you again.”

Slick saliva slid down his thighs when Adam stood, testament to Elias’ eager ministrations.

Elias’ flushed face was wet and he wiped at it nervously, but the excitement in his amber eyes never died. If anything, it seemed more frantic than before, eager and wanting.

“Bad, bad little boy,” Adam sighed, moving between Elias’s thighs. He caught him under his knees and bent them up, pressing them towards his chest. “You hold onto these lovely legs of yours, now, Elias, and don’t you dare move.”

Elias did as he was told, trembling with excitement. It opened him up enough that the cow-tail butt plug slid out easily in a gush of slick lube.

“Wasting all that milk,” Adam said, testing him with a gentle finger and satisfied by the job the preppers had managed. “Giving it to Mother when she hasn’t asked. Such a proud little boy you are, hm?”

He caressed Elias’ softened cock and slackening knot, fondled the admirable heft of his sack. He was lighter than he looked, and it took little effort to get him canted just right for Adam to press his hard cock to Elias’ winking ass.

“Oh, tightening up are we?” Adam asked, amused. He pressed in, just until his head could feel the clench of muscle. “What a bad boy you are, Elias! Mother wants to feel you all the way inside...”

He eased deeper, shivering as he was drawn into heated, tight muscle, enjoying the spasm that passed through Elias and the throaty groan that followed the first deep thrust.

He slid his hands around Elias’ thighs and set a slow, deep pace that had him writhing and cursing, red-faced and tight with tension as he fought orgasm.

Adam was almost relieved it didn’t take long to get him up again, because he was more than ready to feel a little relief. He snapped his hips up hard, plunging deep with each thrust. He heard Elias’ start the sharp, harsh little grunts that heralded his orgasm and dropped his thighs to fist Elias’ straining cock, gasping with pleasure and driving deep to come when Elias’ surged in his hands and spurted over his fingers.

Elias huffed and panted and writhed, almost too sensitive from so much friction, even slick as he was. Adam gave him another tug just to feel the way he tightened, and slid out of him with a sigh, admiring the way his pearly cum welled out of Elias’ reddened ass.

“You haven’t behaved,” Adam said, catching his breath as he went to his cabinet. He pulled out a knotting dildo and slicked it, little though he needed it after Elias’ clever tongue. “But what kind of Mother would I be if I gave up on you now?”

He turned back to Elias and set the dildo down before nuzzling Elias, stroking his face and his throat, calming him some. He kissed down his neck, kissed the dome of his come-slick belly, teased his tight little nipples and reared up over him, his chest enticingly near.

Elias hesitated when Adam brushed one rosy nipple against his lips, gasping softly at the bristling touch of his moustache.

“No teeth,” Adam warned, rubbing the tight nub against Elias’ pouty lower lip. “Use your tongue.”

Elias tentatively flicked his tongue across the offered nipple and Adam purred, pressing against him.

“Suck,” he said, and when Elias did so, he warned, “Gently.”

The pressure softened. He made a satisfied, purring sound around Adam’s nipple, his fingers clenched against the floor as if he fought not to touch. Adam reached out and urged Elias’ fingers against his other nipple, eyes fluttering when he teased it.

A glance over his shoulder showed him Elias was hard again, and Adam was impressed despite himself.

“You can’t keep this up much longer,” he said, easing away to settle over Elias’ hips, right atop his hard cock. Elias bucked, rutting against his plump ass. “I think it’s time you get inside of me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Elias moaned, and exhaled on a moan, “Mother!”

“That’s my little boy,” Adam said, pulling the knotting dildo over. He held himself up on his knees, steadied, Elias’ come-slick cock, and fed it cautiously into his ass, sighing.

Elias strained against him, and when he realized he was in Adam’s ass, he snarled in frustration.

Adam laughed softly, settling fully onto Elias’ cock, enjoying how full he felt and knowing when he got the dildo into him, it would be even better. He slapped down hard, using his body to spank Elias’ knot, and tipped backwards to feed the knotting dildo into his pussy.

“Ah, that’s so good,” he moaned, feeling Elias swell and twitch inside of him as the dildo settled into place. He saw that Elias’ eyes were glued to the knot, wide and watching as it vanished inside of Adam’s pussy, glimpsed as he milked it inside of him. “Do you see that, Elias? That’s where good boys go, hm?”

He leaned back, legs spread wide, arms braced, and fucked himself silly on Elias’ cock, milking the knotting dildo in his pussy so Elias could see it, could feel it.

“It should be you in here, Elias,” he moaned, licking his fingers and sliding them down his slit to push the dildo back in as it slid out. He clenched, drawing it back inside of himself, and Elias sobbed in desperation, hips pumping against Adam’s ass, knot slapping up against him and cock bucking in his tight heat. He starting jerking himself off, fist sliding over his ready cock as Elias fucked up into him. “Imagine how it feels, being squeezed inside of me, tighter and tighter until you beg me to let you come. Imagine how it feels to come inside me while I’m squeezing your knot...”

They came together, Adam half-laughing with delight it felt so good. He rocked against Elias’ body, working dildo and cock inside of him, rolling Elias’ knot as hard as he could.

“Next time,” he said, panting hard as the pleasure eased. “I want your knot in me, Elias, and your fingers in my ass.”

Elias tried twice to answer, still gasping for breath, and finally managed, “Yes, Mother.”

“That’s right,” Adam said, satisfied by his response. He pulled up and let Elias slide out of him, and let the dildo slide out in a rush of slick wetness. He flung it aside, stepped over Elias, and moved to the small couch off to one side.

“Come here, Elias,” he said, and urged the man to lay down with his head in Adam’s lap. He stroked Elias’ hair, both of them catching their breath, and said, “Now, here’s what I want. You can only masturbate nine times a day.”

“N-nine?”

“Nine,” Adam said, firm with him. “And I’ll know if you lie to me. Nine times. And after a week, you’ll only be allowed eight, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“You need to save this up, Elias,” Adam said, addressing the main reason why his patron was here in the first place. “If you want to have me all night, you need to save it all up for me. Can you do that for me, Elias? Can you do that for Mother?”

“Yes, Mother,” Elias said, nodding vigorously.

“Good,” Adam said, and gathered him close, cradling his head to guide Elias’ mouth to his nipple, tugging him up close in his lap as his lips latched on. “There’s a good boy, Elias. There’s Mother’s good boy.”

Elias grunted and suckled like a greedy little piglet, curling against Adam’s hand when he reached down and gently stroked him, telling him, “Now, give Mother that little boy milk of yours, darling. Show Mother how much you love her.”

Elias suckled and moaned and shuddered, rocking in a long, slow orgasm that spilled languid ropes of cum over Adam’s relentless hand.

“That’s a good boy,” Adam purred, eyes closing in bliss as Elias suckled him, a slight, content smile on his lips as he looked forward to the rest of his evening. “There’s a good boy for Mother.”

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