#i like his head tilty

[phoenixkaptain]

So glad other people like M.X.E.S.’ design, because like every video review of Ruin says they hate the design and that it’s lame or something, but! He is! So! Bun bun! His movements being all jerky and low frame-rate is super interesting! He can’t really hurt you and is easy to defeat but goddammit I love that hare! It’s a sleek design, it’s cool!!

On the subject, a lot of people complain about FNAF because it’s gone from primarily supernatural to primarily sci-fi. And I understand being disappointed in this new direction, but I, personally, find it hilarious, and so enjoy it greatly. M.X.E.S. really is the epitome of this change. Is he a ghosty? Is he just an AI? Is he both? Is he neither? That’s what FNAF is, both and neither, and so I feel like the weird hare fits in perfectly.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Accidental Targ

Scene II: he kinda looks like my ex boyfriend | Masterlist

Daemon Targaryen x Modern!Reader

Summary: After coming to terms with the fact you were in King's Landing some two thousand years before your birth, you get reunited with your friend and try to manifest your way back to the present. For the meantime, Harwin Strong is your bodyguard.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: fem!reader, time travel au, descriptions of reader's hair, incestuous gremlin!daemon, generally gross!daemon, harwin 'big daddy' strong, crackfic, typos, etc.

A/N: Following the events of our mighty poll 😁😁😁😁 im excited to say what won was was always my intention and im glad you lovely readers have synced with me on it BWHWAHA sorrows sorrows prayers

"Fucking Seven," I sigh and gather my thick skirts, running up to the blue haired girl. The servant who escorted her promptly curtsies then walks away. I release the fabrics to grasp her face. I sigh in relief, "thank the gods you're here, Libby."

"What the fuck are you wearing?" she asks groggily, eyeing my dress.

I shake my head, "fuck, shit, I mean Lilibet."

"And how did you braid your hai-" Libby speaks the same time as me before freezing and raising a finger, "fuck you."

I growl and grab her hand, "no, no, no. Listen to me," I push her hand down, "you remember running through that damned arch?"

Libby wrangles out of my clutch and rather exasperatedly glares at me, "what?"

I release a shudder then grab her face again, "listen to me, Libby!" I sigh, "remember that stupid urban legend?"

Libby's face contorts as she groans. She pushes my hands off her à la 5-year-old tantrum; her blue hair, in turn, flies to her face.

"We crossed that arch," I grab her arms, "and now we're in fucking first century Westeros, Libby," I hiss, pulling her to the bed, "which is why I have to call you Lilibet-"

"Fuck you."

"-and you have to change and cover your hair," I release her to grab the clothing on the sheets, shoving them into her chest.

"What ABOUT my hair!"

I shake my head, "it's a dead giveaw-"

"You're closer to dead. You look like a fucking grandma and you have problems with my hair?!" Libby throws the clothes back on the bed, "listen, I know I got wasted and shit, and I'm sorry, but if you want me to cosplay as a peasant, just say that and get me coffee, please-"

"LIBBY!"

Libby's ear's ring, "bitch, the fu-"

"THERE IS NO COFFEE!" I grab her arms and shake her, "we're being held hostage by Daemon Targaryen and this hair," I manically point to my head, "is our fucking lifeline!"

Libby's face pinches, the initial grogginess in her expression is expelled, "Ok, calm your tits, YN-wannabe. I told you reading fics of him would fuck with your head. Imagine reading fics about King fucking Charles-"

"IT'S NOT THE SAME!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT THE SAME?! IT'S FUCKING WORS-"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT, LIBBY!"

"HE'S THE COLONIZER OF COLONIZERS!"

"IT'S NOT A FANFIC!" I pinch my fingers together, "THIS IS NOT A FANFIC! I AM telling you we fucking crossed that arch and now we're FUCKING-"

My words cease when a creaking sound of the heavy door fills the room. The both of us turn to the door as it opens. My heart begin to race.

Lo and behold, Daemon Targaryen walks in, one hand on his hilt, eyes looking us both up and down. Libby shifts in her spot as Daemon approaches. Her demeanor immediately changes when she sees him. She straightens up and pushes her hair back, dusting off her hot pink top. Aint no way.

"Do I look good?" Libby mutters to me before Daemon is in front of us. My eyes blow wide and my jaw slacks. Be so fucking for real. She fixes her radioactive blue hair and my upper lip curls in disgust and annoyance.

Libby and Daemon lock gazes; the former smirks, "hey, cutie pie."

I slap my hand to my face. The sound reverberates in the room.

"What is a cutie pie?" Daemon asks stoically.

Libby leans on one leg, "you."

"Seven fucking hells," I quip, roughly dragging my palm down my skin.

Daemon turns to me before tilting his head. He mirrors Libby's stance and his lips faintly curve upward, "in this era, girl, pies are food. What would I have in common with a type of pie?"

Libby lets out an airy chuckle, "you ren fair boys really like roleplay, huh?"

Daemon raises a brow, "I assure you, nothing about me is boyish."

Libby bites her lip and claws the air, "rawr."

I am unable to mask the sound I make. Daemon pulls his head back at Libby's actions.

I grit my teeth and grab her arm; she shakes me off, making sure to giggle as she does this. Daemon chuckles as he turns to me, "I see why you are keen on keeping her."

"You can keep me if you like," she blurts, stepping in front of me to garner his attention. Daemon steps back.

I grab Libby's arm again. This time, with much force that the ends of my hair whip around. I whisper-yell, "you do know that is Daemon Targaryen, right?"

Libby barely turns to me as she mutters, "what?"

"You're flirting with the Daemon Targaryen," I sneer, "first of his name," I lean in and whisper, "manwhore."

Libby looks at me from over her shoulder to me then back to Daemon, "ahhhh. A cosplayer."

"Libby, I swear to g-"

"It's pretty good," she crosses her arms then points, "is that a wig or hair dye?"

Daemon furrows his brows, face contorting at her words.

My eyes widen and suddenly the silver hair on my scalp itches like it doesn't belong to me. Well, see-- it doesn't! Not in a way that counts to the incestuous gremlin!

From the way his composure tightens, I could tell he was no longer amused. I yank Libby back, shooting her a glare, "literally shut the fuck up."

She scowls at my pressed tone, "what? I was just asking-"

"Hair dye?" Daemon blurts way too loud, shutting us both up.

We turn to him as he looks between us. He tilts his head and adjusts his grip on his sword. He straightens his posture. In that moment, his expression was changed dramatically. He reaches out for Libby's hair, inspecting it in his hand. His violet eyes dart to hers, "so, your hair is blue because of dye?"

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck.

I grab Libby's hand before she can think of saying some bullshit. She does not move a muscle as I squeeze her palm.

Daemon raises his brows impatiently.

"What?" she mumbles.

I clench my jaw at her ditzy response.

Daemon narrows his eyes, "are you so dimwitted not to understand me the first time?

Fucking fuck. A shiver runs down my spine. Libby raises her brows and turns to me as I stare at Daemon. I blurt, "it is a right of passage for her family."

Daemon eyes me hotly.

I release Libby's hand and scramble to the bed where my clothes were folded into a small sack. I go through my things and pull out my phone, opening my gallery, showing Daemon a photo of Libby and our friends with bright colored hair. I lie, "these are her cousins."

Daemon pulls his head back at the sight of the photo on my phone; it was the exact reaction he had when I showed him a screenshot of the maps of this very place.

Libby blinks rapidly as Daemon comes to my side. The man basically breathes down my neck as he looks a the screen like a boomer. He narrows his eyes and pulls back his chin.

I point to Sandra, who had pink hair, "they do this to... commemorate the war-- of their people."

Daemon looks at Libby again, seemingly expecting more of an explanation. I look at Daemon and begin to panic at the aloof expression Libby held. I place my hand on his arm and rub it gently. Thankfully, he's still a simple man and it seems to diffuse his unbelieving demeanor, "it's hard for her to talk about. It was a war over dye and trading. A lot of her family... were casualties."

Fuck. WELL, real wars have been fought for WAAAY less.

Daemon turns to me, "I find it hard to believe such traditions exist two thousand years from now."

"And yet," I wave my phone, "you could not also believe you were listening to music with me moments ago."

He hums and turns back to Libby. He nods, "well, have her dress," he turns back to me, "I want to break fast with you before the tourney, dragonling."

I nod rapidly. Daemon gives a smile and heads for the door, "you remember your way to the solar?"

"I do."

He eyes Libby as he walks off then turns to me, "very good."

The moment the door closes, Libby explodes, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

"WE'RE IN FUCKING FIRST CENTURY WESTEROS," I whisper-yell, "now keep your voice down, you stupid fucking bitch, and change!"

It took me explaining everything that happened in detail as she got in her dress AND getting lost in the fucking castle then actually finding our way to the solar for Libby to believe I wasn't playing the most elaborate prank on her.

And when we got there, a servant informed us that the prince had been summoned by the king and that we should eat by ourselves.

Libby and I sit across each other. We decide to forfeit the fact the food could be poisoned because we were way too hungry not too eat. This blue haired rat, however, couldn't fucking stop saying the food could use salt and pepper. We were mortified when a servant came to us with a mortar of just that.

Before we could even say thank you, she runs off.

I snap at Libby, who scratches her headscarf for the nth time, "do you fucking understand you're a terrifying aristocrat right now?!"

"I'M SORRY!" Libby makes a repentant expression.

"You should be!"

"It's just that everything is fucking boiled and-"

The sound of the door opening ends Libby's yapping. We both snap to see who was entering.

In walks the dark haired man from the night before. Gold cloak, armor, and all. He steps in front of us and bows, "good morn."

"Hubba hubba," Libby tucks imaginary hair behind her ear.

"Fucking," I snap to her, "stop."

I look back at the man trying to remember his name, I can't seem to.

"Wait! Is this the madly good looking guard you were talking about?!" Libby speaks WAY to loud for a conversation between two people across each other.

The man makes a sound as he wipes his lips. My eyes widen and I sink in my chair.

"You clearly have a type," Libby mutters as she unabashedly eyes him. He is undeterred. She tilts her head, "he looks like your ex."

I snap back at her, "w h a t?"

"Or I mean he would look like him," she points her thumb, "if he wasn't so whiny, short, and pathetic," Libby turns to me.

"He literally looks nothing like Jon."

"He does!" she leans in, "dark curls, thick brows!"

I shove a bread roll into her mouth.

"Prince Daemon tasked me to be your chaperone for the day," he says, clutching his hand in front of him.

"I've always wanted a hot bodyguard," Libby smiles and leans back on her chair, "well, don't just stand there," she beckons him, "come join us for breakfast."

I pretend to fix my silver hair as I clear my throat, "breaking fast."

"Breaking fast," Libby corrects with a grin, "and what was your name again, pretty boy?"

I groan as I shove a bread roll into my mouth.

"Harwin Strong, my lady," Harwin mutters with another respectful nod, turning to me, "and please, forgive me for last night's encounter, Lady Gryffindor."

Libby titters and slaps her hand on her mouth.

"If I came off as impertinent or-"

"No, please, sir Strong," I raise a hand to him, "you were doing your job-- I mean your duty. Nothing needs to be forgiven."

"By the way," Libby raises a finger, "I'm Lady Hufflepuff and I would love it if you sat down next to me."

Harwin turns to Libby and I resist the urge to facepalm. My face twitches and I watch as Harwin shifts in his spot. I blurt, "you can call her Lilibet."

"Fuck you," Libby snaps.

I snap back, "well, that is your name, is it not?"

"I'm not entering my nun era."

I make a throaty sound and grab a goblet, "clearly," I take a sip, "but with that getup-"

"Hey!" Libby bangs on the table, "you're the one who made my cunt levels drop with this milkmaid outfit."

Harwin begins to cough.

"What? Like I chose that for you?"

"No," she props her elbow on the table, "but Daemon gave you a city girl-"

"Prince Daemon."

"-outfit and he made me look like your ugly handmaiden."

"Again," I brush my platinum hair out of my face, "that wasn't my choice, Lilibet."

"My ladies-" Harwin interjects, making us both turn to him. He clears his throat and offers pinched smile, "I am honored by the invitation, but I will stand watch out-"

"Oh, don't be rude and just sit down already," Libby presses with a playful look, "there's way more food than the two of us can eat."

And though she was correct, I kick her underneath the table.

Libby yelps and eyes me. I dodge her when she kicks me back.

"I don't think it appropri-"

"Nonsense!" Libby calls, turning back to Harwin as she fails to kick me again, "please, just join us."

"LILIBET!" I whisper-yell.

"UGH!" she turns to me with disgust and whisper-yells back, "stop fucking calling-"

"You do know he could literally be like your great-great-great-great-"

She raises a hand and cuts me off with a guttural groan, "oh miss me with that bullshit! You're LITERALLY a Targaryen!"

"I will wait outside," the man calls, making us turn to him.

Harwin walks off and Libby raises the bowl of bread rolls, "THE BREAD ROLLS ARE ACTUALLY REALLY NICE THOUGH!"

I wipe my face, "Libby, we're going to fucking die."

"Not before I try myself some Harwin Strong."

"SIT BACK DOWN."

"I'M SAT!"

When we finished eating, Harwin escorted us to the arena to watch the tourney.

"Are you married, Harwin? Can I call you Harwin?" Libby asks.

I shoot her a look, "Lilibet."

Libby ignores me. The man we were following keeps walking, not bothering to look back at us, "you may call me whatever you like, my lady."

Libby and I turn to each other with a gasp. No, cause why he playing like that?

"And I am not married," he looks over his shoulder, eyes locking with mine momentarily.

Libby's jaw drops and begins to shake me. She mutters loudly under her breath, "bitch. why he looking at you, and not at me?"

"Probably because you're fucking stupid!" I retort quickly in the same manner, unable to mask my giddy tone.

Harwin clears his throat again as he looks front. Neither of us catch this.

"Libby, be so fucking real though," I grab her arm and whisper, "that's someone's grandpa."

"Yeah, well, today, he's my daddy," she mumbles then bites her lips, as if it could minimize her grin.

Harwin makes a face and whispers under his breath, "daddy?"

When we get to the arena, the sound of the cheering crowds make both of us excited, up until someone screamed in terror and the crowds continued cheering anyway. Harwin gave us spots quite near the front, and the sight of the horses and their long-ass sticks left me feeling uneasy.

Libby shoves into me as she points to the far right. I, in turn, collide into Harwin's bulky armor. Before I can apologize for it, she squeals, "LOOK, IT'S DAEMON!"

"Libby, he's the prince!"

"TAKE A PHOTO! He looks so good!"

I give her a look as I straighten up, "girl, shut the fuck up."

Without another thought, she pulls out her phone from her bosom and wipes the moisture off the screen.

Harwin looks away, eyes wide, pretending he did not just see that happen.

"Stop it! You have no idea how bad this could-"

"Oh, shut up, you showed Daemon your phone!" Libby makes a face.

"THAT'S BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T LET ME GET REUNITED WITH YOU IF I DIDN'T CONVINCE HIM I WAS FROM-."

"Shush," she opens her camera and begins to take photos of Daemon. She shouts his name along with the other spectators and I beg her to at least call him prince.

"What is that contraption," Harwin asks, eyes glued on Libby's cracked screen.

I turn to Harwin, to Libby's phone, back to him, "it's, err... an image capturing... box."

Harwin nods at me though his face is visibly confused. He furrows his brows as Libby switches to front cam and puckers her lips out, "SAY CHEESE, DADDY!"

The color in Harwin's face drains when he sees himself on the screen. I clutch his arm and give him a look, "it's okay. It's not dangerous."

"Will it capture my image?" he mutters and covers his face. He mutters under his breath, "I'd like to keep my face."

Fuck. "N-not like that. It's... it's not black magic."

All the while, Libby is pressing the buttons on her phone, rapidly taking photos no one asked for.

A few people around us begin to mutter to themselves. I find myself looking over my shoulder, catching a bunch of men staring right at us. I eye Libby, nonverbally telling her to quit it. She gives me a look and snaps a few more pics of Daemon before shoving her phone back in her cleavage.

I release a breath when she does, that, and ser Harwin's arm that I did not realize I was still latched on to. I offer a look, "sor- apologies."

He nods, "all is well, my Lady."

And yeah sure, maybe it was. Maybe all was well. Daemon was winning the tournament-- or tourney, I guess; I have no idea what the difference was. I mean I could barely watch because they were fucking gladiator-ing each other, but I knew he was winning because after every crash, came a trumpet and the announcement of it.

So yeah. Maybe it was fine then, in its own sick way, but then Libby pulled me by the arm and said, "I have to take a shit."

"What?"

She gives me a look, "I need to take a shit."

"Libby," my eyes widen.

"I know!" she grabs my shoulders as the crowd cheers over whatever barbaric brawl was happening this time, "you think I want to know what their loos look like?" she shakes me, "am I going to have to shit in a river?"

I wipe my face and turn over to Harwin. His eyes turn from the match to me when I pull at his cloak, "mmm.... Lilibet has to... ... to poop."

Libby slaps my arm. I turn to her, frazzled. She hisses, "he doesn't know what poop is."

"You think I don't know that?!"

"I beg your pardon, my lady?" Harwin shifts to us, his thick brows knitting.

"Yeah, one second," I raise a finger at him, looking back at Libby, "I don't fucking remember the word."

Libby sighs, "Just tell him I need to sh- I NEED TO SH-"

I slap my hand on her mouth, "QUIT IT!"

Libby pushes my hand off, "WHAT?!"

"HE'S NOT GONNA KNOW WHAT THAT-"

"EVERYONE FUCKING KNOWS WHAT TAKING A SH-"

"NO, THERE'S A TERM THAT THEY USE! Think about it! Have you never watched a BBC period drama?!"

"BITCH, YOU KNOW I ONLY WATCH NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC!"

"OK, THEN THINK OF WHAT DAVID ATTENBOROUGH SAYS WHEN THE ANIMALS ARE POOPI-"

"DO YOU GENUNINELY BELIEVE THEY SHOW FOOTAGE OF ANIMALS POOPING ON TELEVISION?!"

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. IN ALL TV HISTORY THERE HAS TO BE AT LEAST ONE TIME WHERE-"

"HARWIN," Libby shoves me to the side and grabs the man, "I HAVE TO SHIT."

Seven father fucking hells. I dig my fingers into the roots of my light hair and to Harwin, whose lips part and brows furrow. He nods, "I will lead you to the privy," he turns to me, "stay here in the meantime."

We both nod. Libby walks to Harwin's and makes a face at me, "they call it a privy on the BBC, do they? Sounds like an office."

"Libby- Just- if push comes to shove, tell him you'll shit in the river."

Libby groans as Harwin leads her off. She shoots me a glare, "I am not shitting in a river with Harwin watching!"

I shriek in shock when there is a loud crashing sound. My hands dart to my ears just as the crowd roars. A loud voice announces the victory of Prince Daemon from House Targaryen.

I drag my hands down my cheek and clutch my chest.

I dare to look at the casualties on the playing grounds, but to my horror, I see something far worse. Daemon's horse is galloping over to me. He rips his helmet off, tosses it, and sighs through a grin. He points his stick to me and loudly calls, "might a fair woman like you reward me something sweet?"

My eyes widen and I feel the entire stadium turn to me. My heart races and my jaw loosens inch by inch.

Daemon shoves his stick to the side and reaches his arms out to me, "a kiss perhaps?"

Rat, I wasn't even watching you play. Why should I reward you for winning a game I didn't watch?

I cannot help the sound that leaves me when the other audience members begin to spur me on and nudge me. Fuck. I hate peer pressure. I walk towards the railing and eye Daemon as if I had laser vision.

"I CANNOT REACH YOU!" I scream back, momentarily shocked by the ferocity and fury of my voice. I gulp and clear my throat, rubbing my neck that I would so like to keep. I raise my hands, "I must then stay here!"

Daemon, face shining with sweat, colored with dirt and blood, beams as he looks up. He chuckles and dismounts his steed. He walks closer to me and begins to remove his armor, "then come down to me, woman!"

The crowd loses it. The women around me scream that I should come down to him.

Maybe if I jump head first, I'll be done with all this bother.

Fuck, but then Libby would be all alone.

I groan under my breath, "fucking Libby. This is all her fucking fault!"

I look back at Daemon, who had two men helping him out of his armor at this point. His eyes are on me; they probably didn't leave. His lips are curved higher, "fear not," he smirks deeper, "did I swear to protect you?"

The crowd is feral. I glance around the place. Isn't the fucking king right there?!

"No!" I look down at him and shake my head, "you swore not to harm us!"

Daemon laughs, "is there a difference?"

"YES!" I blurt, eyes wide.

Daemon stands alone bellow me, free of his upper body armor. He raises his hands up to me, "then believe me when I say you will not be harmed when you jump."

"Oh gods," I grip the railing and screw my eyes shut, "I fucking hate this man."

"Will you make all of King's Landing wait days for you, girl?"

I growl as the people around me continue to pressure me to jump. Had there not been people around, maybe I would have spit at him. And yet - I climb the railing - I am nothing against peer pressure.

Daemon steps forward, arms higher, laugh louder.

The stadium gasps while heart leaps into my mouth when I let go of the railing and drop straight down. The collision is just as messy as I had dreaded it to be and the next thing I know, I've smack dabbed atop the fucking prince of the realm, crushing into the fucking dirt. So much for catching me.

Yet somehow, Daemon manages to let out giggles while the crowd cheers. His arms tighten around me as I push myself up on his chest, "my," he blows silver hair out of his face, "I didn't actually think you'd do it."

"Fuck you," I snap and shove myself off him.

I don't even know where I'm even going, but I storm off anyway, feeling like the biggest idiot in the known galaxy.

But of course, Daemon is quick to get up and grab my arm. He speaks some High Valyrian bullshit, but I care little for it and pry my limb out of his clutch.

It seemed that was the wrong course of action though, cause the next thing I knew, he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. The audience flourishes over the way he took me like a piece of meat.

I fucking hate it here.

Make no mistake, I did my due diligence and tried to wrangle out of his grip. But he was pumped with far too much adrenaline, and his inflated ego would not let him let me go.

Eventually, I got tired and just let it happen. The moment he put me down when we arrived at his chambers though, I shoved him off and distanced myself as much as I could, "what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Daemon responds in High Valyrian, which effectively pisses me off more.

"I don't have TIME to decode your dragon-heir bullshit, so quit it! I am not a toy!"

Daemon chuckles as he takes a towel and wipes his face, "no?"

"Look," I snap, "I know you're, like, touch deprived and emotionally constipated," I stretch my arm out, "I mean, your family-- our family is a fucking wreath, so you're bound to be fucked up in the head, but please," I press my palms together, "PLEASE just be normal until the end of the day, Dae- Prince Daemon."

Daemon laughs as I go off on him. He watches me for a moment, throws the towel to his bed, and tilts his head.

My chest heaves as we stare at each other. Instead of relaxing, I begin to grow more tense with every passing second. I take a deep breath, but it does nothing for my nerves when Daemon walks forward.

"The truth in the matter is," he raises a hand, "you need me."

My stomach drops when he yanks me by the waist. His violet eyes dart down to my heaving chest. He places his one hand on my collarbone, "shhh."

The feel of him pressing onto my flesh does the exact opposite of what he wants. But no-- with how the corner of his mouth curves upward, I think it's actually the exact reaction he wanted.

When I try to push him off, he pulls me tighter into him and repeats, "you need me."

My nostrils flare but I stop repelling him.

"You need me," he lifts his gaze, "but I don't. I want you, but you need me."

I clench my jaw tightly. I am unable to contain my flinch when his hand strokes my side. He continues, "you need me to open the gate for you and your friend come midnight, do you not?"

I turn away from him.

He nudges me and asks louder, "do you not?"

"Yes," I whimper as I shut my eyes.

He hums, "then," he takes my chin in his fingers, "you'll be what I want, riñītsos." Little girl. He raises his brows. "If say you are a toy, then you say, 'yes, my prince'. If I say you are a rug, then I expect you under my heel. If I say you are my dog, then you ought to bark," he releases my chin, "now, bark, my sweet."

I glare at him, "if you want a dog, I suggest you go up North." I push him by his chest.

He laughs. He grabs my arms and pushes me back. I panic when I fumble on my feet and find myself pressed against a wall. "You're right, riñītsos. How wrong of me to liken dragon fire to dog breath."

I gasp when my back hits the wall.

"A shame," he tucks my silver hair behind my ear, "your parents did not give you violet eyes."

I am frozen in my spot when his lips brush against mine. My breath hitches when he simultaneously presses me back with his chest and pulls me forward with his hands.

I don't kiss him back. My brain was in a glitch. He doesn't seem to mind and feasts on my lips. The moment I have the wits to move, he pulls away and whispers, "worry not," he kisses my jaw, "I'll give your babes violet eyes."

Hearing that really snapped me out of my trance.

I finally turn away from him. It does not deter him though, and he makes due with kissing my neck. He moans against me, "you smell divine."

"I-it's called," I push him back, "personal hygiene."

He snakes his arms around me, "you were sent to me by the gods."

"I travelled here by accident!"

"And I plan to make good of this happy accident."

I fight him off when he claws my skirt up. I weigh my chances with screaming and with talking sense into him. I ponder of telling him my vagina is cursed, but then I think he'd be into that.

"Don't fight it," Daemon grabs my wrists, "I will quench the fires of the Targaryen blood in you that calls out to me."

"My blood does not call out to you!" I whimper.

"You may be Gryffindor by name, but you will be a Targaryen once I am done with you."

And then the doors slam open. "Your grace!"

"Harwin," I call out to the man that burst in.

Daemon growls and but does not pull away or turn, "I'm busy."

"It's Lady Hufflepuff," Harwin speaks through strained breath.

"Who?"

My stomach drops, "wait!" I push Daemon harder, "what happened to Libby?"

Daemon finally looks over his shoulder with annoyance, "what happened?"

Harwin takes a moment to respond. The dread that courses through me makes me strong enough to shove Daemon off. He grunts as I do so. I walk over to the dark haired man, "Harwin."

He clenches his jaw and turns to his feet, "I took her to the privy. She said she was having... trouble using it and that I should call a servant to help. So... I fetched a servant, but when I returned," he clears his throat, "she was gone."

I bring my hand to my mouth.

Daemon walks up behind me, "you lost a woman in King's Landing, Strong?"

"I- I did not think much of it at first," Harwin turns to Daemon, "at first I thought she may have just finished and was playing a trick on me," he glances to me but looks away at once, "but then I saw her contraption on the ground-"

I gasp.

"And then I saw a shoe... and then her headscarf-"

"Dear gods, Libby," my voice strains.

"She was taken by a group of three men," Harwin speaks sternly, "I know not for, but they've since regret their decision."

"And Libby!" I jump and grab his arm, "where is she now?!"

Harwin feels guilt eat away at him when he catches my distraught expression. He turns to me, placing a hand on my shoulder, "she's being attended to by the maesters in the ward-"

I dash to the door, intent on reaching her, though I had no idea where I was going.

"It's this way!" Daemon calls.

When I turn to see where he meant, he was already right behind me. He grabs my arm and leads me down the hall.

The moment we get to the ward, I run around and look for Libby. I am shocked solid in my place when I see the cot she is laid upon. My hands slap to my face upon catching her messy hair, dirty skin, and tattered clothes. Her waist was bound in bandages, but that didn't prevent the red to seep through from her side.

I drop to my knees and crawl all the way over to her. I yelp when I feel how cold her hands are. Hot tears burn down my cheek, "Libby, please!"

My breathing becomes more erratic.

"I've spoken to the maesters," Daemon's voice sounds from behind.

"Fucking tetanus, fucking bacterial shock-"

"They said she lost some blood but she will recov-"

"SHUT UP!" I snap and get to my feet, "YOU GET A FUCKING FEVER HERE AND YOU DIE!" I point an accusing finger, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!"

"ME?" Daemon snaps back, "that Strong fool was the one that took his eyes off her!"

"If you had just let us stay in your chambers like I begged you to-- but no! You wanted us to watch your stupid fucking game, you EGOTISTICAL BASTARD!"

He steps forward and barks back, "she still would have needed to go to the privy, you whining nitwit!"

"Why did they even take her?!" I whine.

Daemon does not respond.

"I do not contest that the fault is mine," another voice speaks.

Daemon and I turn to Harwin. His hands are linked in front of him, and only then do I realize they were bloody. More tears gush down my face when the man continues, "it was my duty to keep her-"

"It doesn't matter now, does it!?" I wail, waving my hands around. I fall back on my knees and turn to Libby. Her blue hair was stuck on her sweaty skin. And as I wiped her forehead, it felt like a rehash of last night, except worse. I sob, "nothing's gonna change the fact she got fucking stabbed."

Daemon looks from me to Harwin, "what of the men that took her?"

"I killed them."

My expression drops as I turn to Harwin.

The two stare at each other for a moment.

"Well, we can't question the dead, now can we," Daemon mutters, "feed their corpses to Caraxes."

"W-wait," I feel bile rise up my throat, "did- did you actually kill them?"

Harwin looks at me but doesn't respond. He walks off when Daemon orders him to get a chair. I turn to Daemon and whimper, "he didn't actually kill them... did he actually kill them?"

Daemon nods, "he did," and grabs my arms, "do not insult yourself by sitting on the floor."

For once, I do not fight him back. I let him bring me to my feet. The moment I'm stood before him, he takes my cheeks and wipes my tears.

I shake my head, "I have to take her back."

Daemon raises his brows, "you would dare to move her in such a state?"

"It's the only way she will survive," I mumble through trembling lips.

The prince looks at me for a moment. Harwin finally brings a chair. He places it beside us then stations himself by the door. Neither Daemon nor I make a move for the chair. The former asks, "and you think you can carry her all the way back?"

"Daemon," I grab his arms, "I just have to get her back. Once I'm there, it'll be half the work done."

Daemon releases a breath. He takes my silver locks and fondles with the ends, "and what if I do not want you to leave."

Fuck. "Please," I beg, "please. We both know I don't belong here."

I can see it clearly. It was so clear that those words meant nothing to him. It was talking to a brick wall. I sigh and wipe my face, "I'll do what you want. Whatever it is, I'll do, as long as you let us go by midnight."

Daemon narrows his eyes.

I muster up the most sincere expression I am capable of.

"You will give me whatever I want?"

I close my eyes and shake my head, "yes... my prince."

He does not respond. Daemon turns from me to Libby. He pulls away and calls, "Strong."

"Your grace," Harwin responds.

"She could manage on the back of an ass, could she not?"

Harwin thinks for a moment then nods, "she could."

"Then fetch me an ass," Daemon says. Harwin promptly complies.

Daemon doesn't make me do anything besides sit on his lap while we watched Libby for the rest of the night. I knew in my gut that was not what he wanted out of me, but he didn't say otherwise and I didn't bring it up. Soon enough, it was midnight and there I, Daemon, Harwin, and Libby, sat on a donkey, stood before the open gate of the castle.

Rather than thinking this was stupid and it wasn't going to fucking work, I prayed under my breath to the Seven that we be delivered from this nightmare.

But every time I felt tranquil, the donkey made a sound and I just knew it had to go. What the hell was I going to do with the donkey when I got back to the city anyway?

I clutch the satchel containing our things around my shoulders, "I'll carry her instead."

Daemon and Harwin turn to me and mutter at the same time, "what?"

"I don't want to be responsible for the donk- the animal when I get there."

"Just leave the ass behind," Daemon mutters, rather annoyed.

I grab Libby, who I was already keeping upright, and wrap her arms around my shoulders, "I can carry her."

"No, you can't," Daemon mutters.

Harwin adds, "you are not in the right mind to do this."

"Just," Daemon add, "set the beast free when-"

"I can't just let a donkey loose in King's Landing, Daemon!" I snap, "now please! Help me-"

The bells begin to ring.

I immediately panic.

A surge of adrenaline helps me gather Libby onto my back. "Fucking hell," I grunt and try to fix her on me.

Daemon shakes his hand, "here, let me-"

"I GOT IT!" I scream as the sound of the bell tolling makes my entire body burn with agitation.

I shift Libby on my back one last time and beeline to the gate.

Harwin and Daemon watch. It's impossible to tell which of them is more skeptic in the moment.

I begin to struggle and nearly trip on the annoying skirts hindering my feet. Harwin steps forward, "watch your step."

Daemon eyes him in annoyance, "how helpful."

"Fuck," I panic and begin to walk faster towards the gate, "fucking hell, it's not even that far!"

I reach the large, tunnel-like gate and can't help but close my eyes, afraid that if I could see where I was going, it wouldn't work.

Then SPLAT! I fall face down on the ground.

I scream and immediately roll Libby off me, uncaring that it hurt me, that it hurt her, and quickly get on my feet. I drag her corpse-like body across the expanse and cry as I do so.

I was manic. I was delirious. The sound of the echoing bells did not help the situation at all. I couldn't stop pleading to the gods as I tugged my best friend across the ground. I couldn't even open my eyes because I didn't think my prayers were heard.

"Enough!" a voice calls.

No. NO! That was fucking Daemon. GET THE FUCK AWAY!

I feel someone mess with Libby's body. I screech and refuse to let her go, "LET US GO, DAEMON!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

"NO!" I squeal, finally opening my eyes. I release Libby and lunge at Daemon when I spot him. We crumble to the ground. Once he's on his back, I begin to beat him. It unfortunately doesn't take long for him to overpower me.

"ENOUGH!" he barks, both my hands now trapped in his.

"LET US GO!" I cry.

Daemon shakes his head, "STOP IT!"

"WE'RE GOING BACK!" I try to punch my way out of his grip. It doesn't work.

"Look at me!" Daemon yells, "you dragged her through."

"Get off me!"

"You've done it!!"

I flinch when he shakes me.

"You did it!" Daemon exclaims as he sits up, hands cradling my shoulders, "we're in your time now."

I finally register his words. Daemon looks around, "when you said ruins, I expected an empty castle, not... ruins."

A gasp leaves me when I hear a loud roar from the sky. Daemon looks up when I do, and I calm down when I realize it was only an airplane.

"Was that a dragon?" Daemon asks.

"No," I pull away from him, "that's an-" wait. I stare at him. Daemon fucking Targaryen came back with me?

[oneforthemunny]

candy caned |dom!eddie munson x sub!reader|

prompt: you’re desperate to make eddie’s trailer more festive for the holidays. you bring over decorations, but eddie is only interested in one- a long, plastic candy cane.

apart of the twelve days of dom!eddie's christmas

contains: smut. 18+. dom/sub themes, hints at brat tamer/brat themes. spanking with implements (candy cane lol). role play-ish?? not really established but kinda alluded to it a little. aftercare. minors dni, read at your own discretion.

A cloud of smoke left Eddie’s lips, corners of his mouth pulling up into a half lipped smirk. Your car propelled over the gravel of the trailer park’s makeshift road, a playful beep of your horn. Eddie gave a small laugh, the air in front of him clouding at the contrast. He could hear the droning of George Michael’s Last Christmas, muffled from your car stereo but a reminder of why you were here. 

Eddie bummed the cigarette when you turned off the ignition, the radio silencing but that didn’t stop you. “Last Christmas, I gave you my heeearrrttt.” Your door swung open, voice trilling out into the quiet, rainy park. Eddie grinned, shoving his hands in his utility jacket, starting down the groaning steps of his trailer. 

“But the very next day,” You wiggled your brows at Eddie playfully, a toothy grin on your face that made his chest fill with a surge of heat. “C’mon, Ed, you know it!” You pouted playfully. 

“Yeah, I do. Everyone on planet fuckin’ Earth knows it.” Eddie snorted, heavy work boots nudging your own Sorels. His hands found your cheek, pressing a soft, full lipped kiss to your warm skin. The nicotine on his breath made your head spin, melting into his touch. 

Eddie’s lips quirked, fighting back a smile. “Still not singing it, though.” He muttered, fingers squishing your cheeks together playfully, pivoting towards your trunk. 

The huff you gave did make him grin. “Such a Scrooge.” You clicked your tongue in disapproval. “No holiday spirit at all.” 

Eddie waited by the trunk, eyes shining in amusement while you unlocked your trunk. His eyes widened, gaping at you in disbelief. “You’re shitting me.” 

“What?” You frowned, reaching for the bundle of lights, tangled from the half-hearted place in your apartment’s pitiful storage. 

“Baby,” Eddie blinked, positively confounded. When you’d suggested bringing some decorations over, he expected a few knick-knacks, maybe a tiny tree. Not the trunk full of Christmas decor, looking like something straight out of a Macy’s display window he’d pass in the city. 

“There’s… This is a lot.” Eddie tried not to sound as horrified as he felt. 

You frowned at him over your shoulder, hauling the tote bag with your Zellers Christmas Village in it over your arm. “You said you didn’t have anything.” 

“I don’t.” Eddie nodded, scanning over the tubs- tubs, plural- of ornaments. “But-But you didn’t have to bring all of this. What about your place?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly. “I barely stay there.” It was true, you’d slowly migrated into Eddie’s space over the months, staying more and more. “And you have more space. More decorating room.” The smile you gave him was bright, dazzling and excited. 

Eddie’s was… less enthusiastic, a mix between a grimace and dread. Still, he grabbed the box of stacked ornaments, the glass rattling as he walked up the stairs, following your giddy steps into the trailer. 

“No! Not so close to the edge!” You shrieked, Eddie nearly dropping the snowman figurine in his hand. 

He’d been a good sport, he really had. Eddie didn’t complain when you handed him the tangled lights. He kept his snarky comments to himself when you had him fluff out the tree branches to the plastic tree. He’d come close to snapping when you busted out the Elvis Christmas album, but he didn’t- he tuned it out, focused on anything else. 

The trailer was transformed, a Christmas wonderland, complete with the final touches of the snowmen and Santas on the window ledge. You pushed the snowman back, tilting it to your satisfaction, nodding with approval. 

Eddie let you. The two of you had established a ‘system’- he’d put it out, and you went behind him and fixed it how you wanted it. “What about these, baby?” Eddie hummed, picking up the bundle of plastic, long candy canes. “These go on the tree?”

“No,” You shook your head, placing the last figurine on the window. “They go outside. We can do them when it’s not raining.” 

Eddie turned the candy canes around in his hand, thin and spindly, intertwined plastic red and white that were long. He pulled one out by the hook, shaking it gently- testing it. Eddie brought it down, the swoosh whistling just barely over the music from his boombox. 

“Don’t break them.” You frowned, twisting an ornament so it faced forward. “Just put them to the side. We can do them tomorrow if you want.” 

Eddie stayed quiet, brows pinched together, tongue rolling over the inside of his cheek. You paused, watching him carefully as he studied the cane. 

“You know what?” Eddie hummed, his eyes still on the red and white cane in his hand. “I think I have an idea.” 

“What?” You looked at him, scanning the room for any spare place for the decoration. 

“I can think of something better to do with this.” Eddie’s lips curled, intriguingly dark. “It would really get me in this whole most wonderful time of the year mood.” His tone animated, dark and mocking the way it was when he played DND with his friends, when they were about to be presented with a dangerous risk of a choice. It made your heart skip.

“What?” You repeated, brow quipping, waving your hand for him to continue. 

Eddie’s eyes lit up, twinkling with excitement under the glow of the colorful strands on the tree. He lifted the cane, cutting it through the air with a satisfied swish!, holding your gaze with a darkened look of desire. 

Your tummy flipped, heat rushing through your core, thighs pressing together at the insinuation. 

Eddie lifted a brow. “Think you need it. Probably on the naughty list. Aren’t ya, baby?” He purred, spinning the cane in his hand. You squirmed under his gaze, fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater. 

“‘M not.” You shuddered, shrinking under Eddie’s greedy gaze. “I’ve been very good this year.” 

Eddie sucked in a dramatic breath through his teeth, stalking towards you until he was towering over you. “Hmm, that’s not what I heard, sweetheart.” Eddie muttered, nose nearly touching yours. 

Your knees tightened, wobbling with excitement. “Good news is,” Eddie started, letting the candy cane slide through his hands, brushing over your own. “It’s not too late. Can correct you now. Teach you a lesson and make sure you’ll be extra good.” 

This wasn’t exactly what you were expecting after decorating. You had hoped the decor would maybe bring some holiday spirit to Eddie, and in a way… it did? 

“I want to be a good girl.” You squeaked, tiny and breathy tone that had Eddie’s cock twitching in his jeans. 

“Yeah? I can tell.” Eddie nodded, hands clamping around the plastic decoration. “I can make sure you are.” Eddie’s hand reached for your jaw, fingers splaying over your cheeks, pulling your gaze to him. “You just gotta ask me.” 

You whimpered behind closed lips, the throb between your legs growing and growing. Eddie tilted his head, curls silhouetted by the tree’s lights. He looked nearly angelic, so pretty- it was so deceiving. 

“C’mon,” Eddie rasped, thumb stroking over your cheekbone delicately. “Ask me to help you be a good girl.”

You squirmed in his touch, eyes casting down. His hand caught your jaw quickly, pulling your gaze to him. “Please…” You swallowed, heart thumping from the thrill of anticipation. “Please, help me be a good girl? I wanna be a good girl.” 

Eddie smiled, satisfied. A gentle, affectionate squeeze to your cheeks. “Alright, I’ll help you.” He nodded, stepping back from you. His arms crossed over his chest, candy cane in his left hand, dangling loosely in his grasp. 

“Strip for me.” Eddie nodded, tongue running down his cheek, taking in your frame. Your red sweater, cropped and positively festive. 

Your hands quaked with anticipation, unbuttoning your jeans carefully, shoving them so they pooled at your sock clad feet. Eddie watched you, leaning cooly against the couch, eyes roaming your frame until you were just in a high cut, cotton thong and lacy bra- his favorite. He had helped you pick it out, snuck in the dressing room when the snobby lingerie store manager stepped away so you could model it for him. 

You looked at him, arms down by your sides, the way he’d taught you to. Eddie lifted a brow, head bobbing at you. “C’mon, keep going.” 

“All of it?” You whined. “Eddie, can I keep my panties on please? You know I hate the cane-” 

“-All of it.” Eddie snapped firmly. “You wanna be good? You’re not acting like you wanna be good. Still acting like a brat. Still acting like a naughty girl.” 

Heat rushed to your cheeks, lip jutting out in a pout that had Eddie’s abs clenching at the throb in his cock. You knew what you were doing, giving him your most pitiful, pouty look to drive Eddie wild. It was working. 

Eddie’s brow lifted, a final warning that he was done arguing, eyes flicking down to your panties, heart skipping when your fingers hooked around them, pulling them slowly down your legs. 

Your hands found your sides again, palms twitching with excitement, smoothing down the top of your bare thighs. Eddie waited until your eyes lifted to his, holding your gaze for just a touch too long- long enough to have you squirming with anticipation. 

“Bend over the couch for me. Hands in front.” Eddie nodded, his voice dropping into that dark rasp it always did when he’d step into this domineering role with you. 

The faded green carpet lacked it’s usual softness, coated with glitter from the decor and you hadn’t got a chance to vacuum yet. The usual crocheted blanket was folded over the arm of the couch, a reindeer throw pillow next to it. You set the pillow in front of you, so you’d have something to grab onto, bending over the arm of the couch. 

Your eyes stayed forward, Eddie’s hum of approval muffled out by his heavy soled footsteps moving closer to you. “Hm, how many strokes does a naughty girl deserve?” Eddie sighed animatedly. He was putting on a show for you, for him too. 

“What do you think?” Eddie tapped the side of your hip lightly with the cane, dragging the cool plastic over your ass.

You shuddered, the hook of the candy cane ghosting over the crack of your cheeks. “I don’t know, sir.” You grit, eyes closing, fighting the quake in your voice. “Three?” 

“Three?” Eddie scoffed, halting his movements, the hook side of the cane pressed against the fatty flesh under your ass. “Try again, sweetheart.” 

“I don’t know.” You whined, toes wiggling into the carpet. You were throbbing, dizzy with the desire for Eddie to touch you, spank you, fuck you- do something to you. 

“Hm, better watch it, naughty girl.” Eddie hissed, eyes narrowed in on your ass. He pressed the cane up, lifting your cheek so he could sneak a peek at your puffy lips, already slick with your own arousal. “Can see why you got on the naughty list. Little bratty thing, aren’t ya?” 

“‘M not.” You pouted, chin dropping into your outstretched arms. 

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true.” Eddie tsked, the cane moving closer and closer to your pussy. “And I think you should get a stroke for every month you were naughty this year. Twelve.” 

You squirmed, hips wiggling and rocking in place. Eddie grinned, smoothing a hand over your spine. You jumped, relaxing under the familiar touch. “How’s that sound?” Eddie muttered, tapping your shoulder blade gently. 

You turned back, chin hooking on your shoulder to meet his gaze. “Twelve?” Eddie asked, his hand still rubbing over your spine soothingly, like he did every night to lull you to sleep. 

It made your heart swell with a warmth that had your cheeks burning with tingly heat. “Yeah.” You whispered, squeaking at the small squeeze Eddie gave your hip. 

Eddie’s hand rubbed back down your spine, setting the candy cane on your upturned ass, shedding his sweatshirt slowly. “Think you’ll remember to be good this year after this?” Eddie questioned, tossing his sweatshirt on the chair behind him. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“You know what happens next year if you’re not good, right? If you’re on the naughty list again?” Eddie grabbed the cane slowly, dragging it over your ass and thighs. 

“No, sir, I don’t.” You choked out, clenching the pillow in front of you. 

“You get double.” Eddie said surely, bringing the cane down behind you. You felt the air on your skin, knees tightening with expectancy, the lingering threat looming closer and closer. “After that, I’ll just have to come down here every month. Cane you and make sure you get a monthly reminder to be good.” 

You whined behind closed lips, hips lifting at the threat. Eddie grinned, lining the candy cane up to your ass. “And believe me, if I have to come down every month, take time outta my schedule to teach you a lesson, I won’t be as nice as this. You better consider yourself lucky this time. Better learn from it.” 

“I will.” You panted, arms shaking from how hard you were clenching them. “I’ll be good from now on. I promise.” You sounded so sweet. Tone so airy and pouty and adorable, that tone that made Eddie’s vision blurry with desire. 

“Good.” Eddie nodded, tapping the cane against your ass. “I’ll make sure of it. Count ‘em out for me, baby.” 

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in through your nose. The cane pulled back, a whoosh! filling the air before it was snapping into your skin, a biting sting from the plastic spreading in a line across your cheeks. Your hips jumped, a tiny huff of a whine leaving your lips at the shock. It wasn’t nearly as unpleasant as the wooden cane Eddie used in the past, but still uncomfortable. 

“One,” You breathed out through gritted teeth. 

Eddie lined up the cane again, higher this time, before it was pulled back and sailing onto your bare skin, harder. Hard enough to have your head snapping up, toes bouncing off the carpet. 

“Two!” You squeaked, Eddie’s hand on the small of your spine to steady you. 

He watched you carefully. If this was the normal cane, you’d be crying by now- sniffly in the least. He lined it up lower, where your ass met your thighs. He lifted his hand, bringing the cane down with the type of strength he used with his hard soled slipper, hard and quick, pulling the sound he was looking for right out of you. 

The yowl, punched straight out of your core, back arching and hips wiggling away. “Ow! Ow! Three!” You hissed, a white knuckled grip on the pillow. Your nose burned, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes now, the sting was searing now, leaving a sizzling sting that had you bouncing from foot to foot. 

Eddie smirked in satisfaction, stilling you again with his hand firm on your lower back. “You learning your lesson?” Eddie grunted, the candy cane falling back down again, that white line imprinting your skin before disappearing, your cry following like clockwork. 

“Yes!” You whined, and the petulant, bratty foot stomp that followed had Eddie’s cock lurching. “Four!” 

“You’re gonna be really good this year, aren’t ya?” Eddie growled. 

Swish! 

“Yes! I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” You groaned, a watery, pathetic wail. “Five!” You bounced from toe to toe over the couch, hips shaking like you could possibly shake the sting out that way. The ache between your legs was blinding, rivaling the sting growing furiously on your backside. 

Another stroke came before you were ready, quicker than the last time but just as unforgivingly searing. You cried out, a bubbling sob that tore from your throat. “You gonna make me do this again? Gonna be on the naughty list again?” 

“Noooo,” You cried out. Your face rubbed against your arms, snotty cries from a burning nose and throat that you tried to soothe. 

“What number was that?” Eddie tapped the cane lightly against you. 

“Six.” You muttered, so pitifully sweet it made Eddie’s heart burst. The sniffle that followed was even more piteous, wet and snotty and somehow still bratty. 

“Hm, ‘s not lookin’ great, baby.” Eddie teased, the cane snapping against your sore skin. “Already forgettin’.” 

“Se-even.” You sobbed, head pressed into your arms, slack over the couch. 

Eddie was nearly drooling, watching the way your hips rocked onto the arm of the couch for friction, catching glimpses of your pussy. 

“You wanna be on the nice list.” Eddie nodded, striping you again right across the middle of your ass.

“Eight.” 

 “You know what nice girls get?” Eddie pressed, watching your shoulders shudder before he caned you, higher this time. 

“No!” You hissed, knees buckling and legs quaking after the hit. “Nine.” 

“Good girls who are on the nice list,” Eddie leaned forward, hovering over your squirming frame. “Get their pussies eaten out.” You whimpered, hips grinding down harder on the arm of the couch. “They get my tongue used on them as a reward for being so good.” 

“Please, Ed, please.” You babbled, throbbing, needy, and your mind already numbed with the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and pain. “Please.” 

“Nuh-uh-uh.” Eddie tsked, shaking his head at you. “You haven’t been good.” His hand rubbed over the hot skin of your ass, tickling just above your hidden pussy, grinning at the whine you gave. You stomped, huffing into the couch. There she was, the little brat he loved to play with.

“If you were good,” Eddie grunted, swinging the cane back and forward into your burning skin. You wailed, hand slapping into the couch, clawing at the cushion to keep yourself from reaching back. “You’d get eaten out.” 

“T-Ten.” You whimpered, a pouty sound. Eddie could practically see your face- brows creased in a frown, lip jutted, tear stained cheeks and a runny nose. 

“I’d use my tongue on you,” Eddie purred. You whined, nasally and desperate, hips swiveling down for friction. “I’d make you cum over and over and over.” 

You gasped when the cane cut into your ass with an unforgiving snap, an inflamed imprint left in its wake.  “Eleven.” 

“I’d even let you sit on my face so you could grind down just like that.” Eddie teased, tapping your rocking hips with the cane lightly. “Let you do that on my face instead of on the couch, rubbing your pussy all over my couch like that when you’re getting spanked. Seems awfully naughty, if you ask me.” He tutted. 

Your toes curled, his words were cruel, teasing, made your body burn with embarrassed heat- yet you were so close. 

“I don’t think you’re gonna be very good this year. Don’t know if I believe you.” Eddie shook his head. “You’re supposed to be getting punished, not enjoying this.” 

“I-I’m not.” You panted, shaking your head furiously. 

“You’re not?” Eddie scoffed, setting the cane to rest on your ass. His hand dipped between your thighs, fingertips sliding through your sopping folds easily, smirking at the gasp that tore from your throat. 

Eddie’s finger sunk into your soaking hole, pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace that had your head lifting, eyes pinched in pleasure. You were close, he could feel it, feel it in the way you clenched and strangled around his finger. He pulled away just as quickly as he put them in, your eyes flying open at the loss. 

“What-” 

“Look at this,” Eddie commanded, his fingers coated with your sticky arousal, pointer and middle finger spreading, webs of your slick forming with ever widening of his fingers. “You think someone not enjoying this would have that? Hm? Look at it.” 

Your cheeks were scorching with heat, lifting your gaze shyly to his dangling fingers in front of your face, shaking your head lightly. 

Eddie hummed in satisfaction, pulling his hand back, wiping your release over your burning ass. You yelped, jumping at the burn of his touch on your sore skin. Eddie’s lips curled, grabbing the candy cane off your hips. 

“Last one.” Eddie muttered, lining the festive decoration up against your skin, tapping gently. “You ready, baby?” 

“‘M ready.” You sighed, cheek pressed into your outstretched arms. 

Eddie was sure he was about to bust at the sight of you- glassy eyed, sniffling lightly, whimpering with every roll of your hips. Oh, it was too fuckin’ much. 

Eddie brought the cane down hard- hard enough he thought it might snap in half. The final blow that had you gasping, a strangled whine huffing out of your chest in a gasping heave before your body tensed, quivering at the sensation the impact left. 

“T-Twelve.” You whimpered, cheek pressed against your arm, so spacy in ecstasy you were dribbling out of the corner of your mouth. 

Your ass was stinging with that itchy, red-hot irritation that had you desperate to rub it out, only you knew it would only make the ache worse. You were throbbing between the legs, slick and frustrated, desperate for him to touch you. 

Eddie’s hand skated in a feather light touch over your ass, passing so delicately over each of your lips, coated with your own slickness. “You learned your lesson?” Eddie hummed, swallowing the spit that filled his mouth at the sight of you, presented so perfectly over the arm of the couch for him- for him to fuck you. 

“Ready to be a good girl? Be on the nice list?” His hand didn’t stop, sliding down the inside of your thigh, pushing lightly so you’d spread your legs. 

“Yeah,” You sighed, airy and a little pouty, cheek still pressed to the couch pillow. 

“Yeah? Look at me, baby.” Eddie patted your thigh gently, hovering over you. 

You blinked, looking up at him with sweet, glassy, rounded eyes. “You alright?” Eddie asked, scanning your features carefully, testing the waters of where you were. 

“Yeah.” You hummed, lip jutting ever so lightly. “I’ll be good now.” 

“I know you will.” Eddie nodded. “Are you alright? You with me, baby?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded, shimmying your body so it contorted and angled towards him. “I’m ready to be good, so you can fuck me now.” The bluntness of your words mixed with the light, breathy tone, so deceivingly sweet- it made Eddie’s head spin. 

“Yeah?” He grinned, dimples creasing. “I was gettin’ to that, baby.” 

“You can get to it now.” You hummed, slipping out of that hazy fog that he always got you in, back into your bratty ways. Eddie’s lips twitched, biting back a smirk. “‘M ready for it. I’ll be really good this year.” 

“Alright, you earned it, I guess.” Eddie teased, pulling you by the small of your waist back up the arm of the couch. “How you want me, babe? This good?” 

“Yeah, just let me-” You snatched the pillow in front of you, pushing it under your chest. “Ready.” 

“You sure are, holy shit.” Eddie muttered, eyes glued to your parted thighs, your sopping cunt making his head reel  at the sight. “You gonna be a good girl? Be my good girl?” 

“Yes,” You whine, hips wiggling back further to him. “I’ll be good, so good, please.” 

Eddie slipped two fingers into your sopping hole, pumping in and out just as slow as before. Your toes curled, body jolting with that euphoric, white hot bolts of pleasure. A small whine, quiet but pathetically desperate slipped from your lips. 

Another whine followed, huffier this time, more demanding. “Alright, alright, I gotcha.” Eddie gritted, pumping his shaft slowly, smearing his own pre-leakages over his head, down his shaft. “I gotcha. Relax, baby.” 

Your vision blurred at the feeling of him pushing into you, that achingly familiar stretch, your walls tightening with every slow roll of his hips further and further into you. Your ass was raw with the still fresh strokes of the cane, Eddie’s hips and groin snapping into the irritated skin with a purposeful punch of his cock inside of you. 

Tears brimmed your eyes, of pleasure or pain or both, you weren’t really sure. The sensation was enough to have you mindless, cheek smushed into the couch cushion, whimpering. “Fuck, you gonna be my good girl? Be my-my nice girl?” Eddie hissed, eyes half-lidded, hypnotized by the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock with every roll of his hips. 

“Yeah.” You whined, a ghosting of a whimper tailing on your words. 

“Yeah.” Eddie grunted in a mocking tone, fingers sinking into the fat of your hips. “Holy fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good. You know that? ‘Course you know that. This feel good? Am I makin’ you feel good, baby?” His hand fell on your ass, a stinging hand print left in its wake on your already sensitive skin. 

You yelped, head snapping up at the impact, red manicured nails curling around the needlepoint pillow, grappling at the loopy stitches while Eddie plowed into you from the back. Fingers bruising your hips and waist from the way Eddie was using your body to fuck himself, until he finally halted, heavy breathing gasps of pleasure. He pulled out, a thick stream of his own release drooling out of you and towards the faded floral upholstery. 

Somehow, the lights on the trees and strung along the walls seemed brighter now, with you curled into his neck. Eddie blew the smoke away from you, towards the chilly night air that crept in from the open window. 

“I think I kinda get it.” Eddie muttered, a hand rubbing down your back soothingly, pulling you out of your post orgasm hazy state. You hummed, nuzzling into his chest, curling into his body for warmth from the breeze that swept in. “Get why you like all this stuff.” 

You lifted your gaze, eyes still glowing with the remnants of emotion, but rounding in the sweetest way. “Yeah? You gettin’ in the spirit, Munson?” You giggled softly. 

Eddie snorted lightly, rolling the cigarette between his pointer and thumb over the ashtray. “Maybe.” He shrugged. “You lettin’ me spank you with a candy cane really got me in the spirit, babe.” You laughed, head dropping to his shoulder, eyes batting up at his. 

The candy canes lined the path to Eddie’s trailer the next day. You helped him put them out in the freezing cold, occasionally rubbing your tender ass when he’d swish the decoration playfully, eyes dark and dazzling at you. One lone candy cane stayed inside, hanging on Eddie’s bedroom door knob to make it look more festive, or so he said.

[blueboybot]

Ecto Infection: Part 1

Where ectoplasm acts like a sort of infection and those who had brushes with death have it worse.

The bats are no exception.

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Day: 22nd

Month: June

Year: [REDACTED]

The following video you are about to watch was recorded by Dr. [REDACTED] of our research division from group Alpha which was stationed in the location Amity Park Illinois.

We at the Ghost Investigation Ward (G.I.W) advise you to know that these videos are not to be shared with any outside party unless given any permission to do so. Any Information which has been leaked without our consent will result in immediate termination.

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"Hello, my name is Dr. [REDACTED] and today I will be going over what me and my team have so far discovered."

*click*

"A few months ago the GIW discovered a huge spike in spectural energy emitting from a small space located in Illionois, we managed to pin down the location as Amity Park and sent troops to scout out the area to see what we could find. Upon our arrival it was clear to see that ectoplasm was abundant, further test showed that not only was it in the air but everywhere, from the water, earth, plants and even wildlife. It was clear that decontamination would not be easy but we are nothing but determined when it comes to our jobs."

*click*

"You already know this by now but ectoplasm appears in places most frequent in death or sometimes, in very rare cases, a portal will open up which it will then proceed to leak into our plane of existence."

"Under any other circumstances ectoplasm would be considered harmless but in large quantities its effects on our world could be dangerous and down right catastrophic, which brings us to the next topic."

*click*

"When large amounts of ectoplasm is introduce to an area the environment begins to warp, changing the land into something more than it should be. This also extends to any wildlife in the ecosystem. I will now show you some of the footage we have gathered."

*click*

A camera is powered on and begins recording with full charge. A small crew that consisted of three armed guards and two scientist march through the area will full caution. Leaves and twigs crunch beneath their feet, each step as careful as the next one.

The camera glitched.

The crew were now near a lake which was much bigger than it should be. A long board walk ventured out far until stopping when it was twenty steps far out. The two scientist got to work collecting sample of the water and soil, while the guards did their jobs.

After some time one of the guards broke off and began walking the board walk while the camera followed, heavy boots making the planks of wood underneath him speak against their will. His walk ended when he was on the last plank, tiltiing their head down to stare at the water.

And then they froze...

Not a single movement or sound could be heard, it was as if all noise just cease to exist. The camera got closer to where the guard was, the quality of the video getting glitchy and a bit staticky as it panned down and captured what the guard was seeing.

There. Right there in the dark waters were a dozen fish like figures, all eyes slightly glowing and looking at the guard.

With anticipation.

With hunger.

The sound of another gaurd calling to them was all that was needed to kickstart the chase.

The gaurd turned on their heel and began to ran back, the camera followed, missing the moment a dark figure leapt out of the water and chomped off an entire plank of wood.

They kept running.

They ducked as a dark shadow leapt from the side hoping to knock them down into the water.

They kept running.

They jumped into the air as jaws filled with rows of sharp needle like teeth came from below to try and take a bite.

They kept running.

All that could be heard behind them was splashed and the sound of wood breaking from whatever was in the water taking bites out of the board walk.

Eventually the guard was able to make it to land where they rejoined the rest of their party and left the area.

*click*

"As you have just witnessed ectoplasm infects the living and turns them into something monsterous. Those 'fish' were just some low leveled infected, dangerous to us still but not as dangerous as some of the other things we have encountered."

"It is important to know that just because something looks harmless you should never underestimate it, this is a lesson some members of our team had unfortunately learned a little too late."

*click*

The camera showed a different group of people, this time ten in total. Three scientist and seven guards entered a building, although the outside resembled any regular abandoned apartment the inside looked well cleaned and managed, as if people still lived here.

Somewhere along the way the group decided to spilt up with each scientist getting two guards and the remaining guards the front and back entrance.

A scream pierced through the air.

The camera which was recording the scientist inspect a strange plant captured the moment the trio jumped at the sound. They all exited the room, running downstairs only to find that both guards who were guarding the entrances were gone and all that was left were their protective armor.

Another scream tore through the air, this time coming from above where the group had just been, followed by echoes of curses before everything went silent again.

At this point it seemed the rest of them decided to leave but before they could open the door a tuft of vines covered the door. The camera panned up to a view of more vines, that hadn't been there before, now covering the ceilling.

One by one everyone was pulled into it. Yelling and screaming for help that they were never going to get.

Silence was returned to the building once again.

*click*

"That was a level two threat. When we recieved a distress signal more troops were sent out to the building and all they came back with was the drone with that recording. Despite our loses we were able to discover new knowledge about Amity. It is now known that certain buildings are alive and act as a sort of venus flytrap, crafted specifically to ensnare any human foolish enough to wander through its openings."

"The next anomoly on our list is a level–...It– Something's not– ....Oh God..."

An alarm could be heard going off, the video gltiching and audio distorting.

"It's here–..."

The video and audio continued to grow more staticky and distorted as some sort of black ooze bled from a corner of the room. It pooled onto the floor quickly, trapping the doctor who tried mercilessly to get out.

Suddenly a hand reached out of the ooze but there was no flesh covering it, it contined to pull itself out revealing its form.

A black skeleton watched the doctor struggle with no eyes.

"STAY AWAY! NOO،!"

*click*

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Upcoming Chapter: The Residents

[whatdoidosatoru]

lost in you

pairing: hanma shuji x reader | ao3

in which shuji comes home after a fight and needs to be taken care of <3

wc: 3.3k

cw: first person (sorry i just can't do second person pov), bruises, fighting (duh), no y/n, dry humping, some dirty talk, shuji is so needy, riding, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie, begging, pet names (baby, doll face)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI FUCK OFF 18+

Coming back home late from a fight was normal behaviour for Shuji Hanma. He fought for the thrill of it, for shits and giggles, but what he didn’t like about the whole ordeal was getting scolded for his injuries by his girlfriend.

His sweet girlfriend, who had never even thrown a punch, who didn’t like him fighting, who, despite that, always patched him up whenever he needed it and kissed his bruises better when he came home.

Now it was two in the morning and he had just parked his motorbike outside of the apartment complex. He walked up to the door and buzzed the intercom.

“Baby? It’s me, let me in.”

He wasn’t in the mood for anything apart from lying down pressed against his girlfriend’s chest and resting his aching limbs.

Inside the building, I got off the sofa where I dozed off while waiting for him to come back. I tried to stretch my neck but only made it hurt worse, so I dragged my feet (and the blanket that was draped over my shoulder) to the front door and buzzed him in. 

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and waited by the door to hear his footsteps and let him in.

He smiled as soon as he saw me standing in the doorway, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He didn’t hold back, squeezing me with all his leftover energy, and I responded with a tight embrace filled with everything I had at the moment.

“Hey baby…” He cooed softly, leaning down to plant a few kisses along my jaw and neck.

I was melting in his arms, slightly slurring my words as I was still waking up.

“Shuji, is everything okay?”

He chuckled softly, gently picking me up off the ground and carrying me into the living room. 

“Everything’s fine, baby. Sorry I’m home late,” he says softly, sitting down on the sofa, placing me on his lap, “just…had some assholes piss me off, nothing new.”

I ran my hands across his chest, checking his face and the sides of his head, his back, arms, thighs…everything, for any signs of bruises or other injuries. He definitely had a rough night, his body was littered with new and fading bruises from the previous fights. He allowed me to look him over, gently tilting my chin up with his fingers so he could look into my eyes clouded with worry.

“Baby, I’m fine…I promise I am.”

He assured me softly, pressing a few tender kisses to my lips. My lips stayed in a pout after he kissed them repeatedly, too tired to adjust my face.

“Who was it tonight?”

He couldn’t help but sigh at my question and the fact I even had to ask.

“Ran Haitani and his prick of a little brother.”

He grumbled softly, his hand holding me by the chin to appreciate my pout in full.

I leaned forward to kiss an old bruise on his jaw gently, reaching the back of his neck with my hand. He closed his eyes at my gentle touch, tilting his head back for better access. 

“Baby…”

He breathed out softly, his hands tracing down my waist and the tops of my thighs.

His eyes were lidded as he looked back down at me. I shifted on his lap so I straddled him instead of sitting sideways, getting better access to hug him and never let go. I trailed my lips softly along his bruises, down to his Adam’s apple. I let out a hum, feeling him gulp under my lips.

“Baby…what can I do to make you feel better?”

“Mmm…”

He practically purred as he ran his large tattooed hands along my thighs and back, feeling my body against his, distracting him from the soreness of his limbs and his bruises.

“Baby, you really wanna know what’ll make me feel better?”

My hands went into his hair, gently scratching his scalp again, seeing him become putty in my hands.

“Mhmm, what is it?”

He leaned back into the sofa, tilting his head back once more, melting in my hold. He couldn’t help but groan at the feeling, relaxing and erotic at the same time.

“Your touch…” he practically moaned out, “keep doing what you’re doing…it feels so…” he breathed out the word “good…”

I smirked as I tugged the strands of his hair ever so slightly before scratching gently again. I leaned forward to press a kiss to where his jaw met his ear and whispered.

“Feels good, baby?”

He shivered and his eyes drifted shut at my voice, a moan escaping his lips.

“F-fuck baby…” he breathed out shakily, “yeah…it feels…really good. Don’t…don’t stop.”

I let out a breathy chuckle as I saw him draw shallow breaths and shakily speak. His breath was warm against my neck and it sent shivers down my body.

I lifted my hips slightly just to rock them against his, teasing both of us at the same time. I kissed along his jawline and down to his neck, my tongue darting out to taste his skin.

“You deserve to feel good, baby.”

He shuddered at the slight contact of my hips, a breathy moan escaped his lips as his own hips buck to chase mine.

“Mmm…you make me feel so good…” he moaned out softly and pulled me closer, nuzzling into my neck and leaving small kisses on my skin, “don’t stop…”

I arched into his chest, pressing my breasts into him and biting the soft skin of his neck. My hands gripped his scalp tighter, sending shivers down his body. My hips pressed against his harder, begging to release some of the tension that was building between my thighs.

“What do you need baby? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” I practically moaned into his neck.

“You…” 

He all but moaned out, tilting his head to the side to allow me easier access to his neck. His grip on my hips tightened, pressing me further down until I straddled him more firmly. A strained gasp escaped his lips as the movement pressed my clothed pussy against his straining bulge.

“I need…” He bit his bottom lip, barely holding back a low groan, “you, baby…don’t make me say it out loud.”

I chuckled against the sensitive skin of his neck, licking up to his ear and whispering.

“Mmm I kind of want to hear you beg, baby, but I’ll be good.”

I rocked my hips against his bulge, one of my hands still scratching at his scalp lightly, the other snaking up under his shirt and tracing the lines of his abs and chest. My rolling hips sped up slightly, helped by his firm grip on my ass and waist.

His breath came out in short bursts, each sound leaving his mouth either a desperate moan or a choked-back shiver. He couldn’t help himself, his fingers were digging into my plush skin as the friction on his bulge nearly had him seeing stars.

“Baby…f-fuck…” He practically gasped out, a cry for mercy. “B-baby…”

I used one hand to squeeze his cheeks together, pressing a deep kiss onto his pouty lips, swallowing every moan that had slipped from them. I lifted my hips up from his lap and in a soft voice commanded him.

“Unzip your jeans, Shuji.” 

As I said that, I moved the cloth of my panties to the side to allow him access to my slippery folds.

His mind was spinning, and with a shaky exhale he was all too happy to comply, his hands making quick work of his button and zipper, releasing his bulge from the denim confines with a sigh of released tension. His gaze flew over my body, ready in front of him, and landed back on my eyes.

“You’re so…gorgeous…”

I reached into his underwear and took out his hard and throbbing cock, positioning it at my entrance, and swiping it along my wet folds a few times for good measure. I took a moment to brush my thumb on his bottom lip slowly and kissed him deeply before sinking down on him, tantalisingly slowly.

His moans were hot on my lips, his breath heavy and thick against me as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to feel my body shivering as I took in his length all the way to the hilt. I moaned into his mouth as I sat flush on his lap. I rose up, sat back down, and rolled my hips a few times to establish my rhythm.

Every roll of my hips and every grind on his lap had him moaning and growling against my already kiss-swollen lips. His arms tightened their hold around me as I bounced on him.

“You look…so pretty…like this…” he moaned softly, his voice gruff, “I can’t…get enough of you…”

I let out a soft chuckle at the compliment, then ran a hand through my hair and threw my head back in pleasure, letting out a loud moan into the air. His lips were on my neck, needily kissing it with an open mouth. 

“You’re…so big, Shuji. Mmm feels fucking good, baby.”

He cursed under his breath, burying his face into my neck.

“You take me…so good…” He breathlessly moaned out, his arms flexing around my waist in an effort to keep me closer. 

I let out a needy groan, my hands moved up my body to squeeze my breasts before sliding back down to his chest, one still on my own body, rubbing circles around my clit as I mewled from all the sensations. I quickened my hips, desperately chasing a high, but still wanting to keep this going as long as possible.

He watched my hand work my clit carefully as his hands trailed up my sides and back down, settling on my plush thighs. He moaned at the sight, his breath catching in his throat.

“That feel good, baby?” He moaned out softly, his face flushed. “You look so…perfect…like that.”

I mewled at his words, nodding as I bit my lip. My hips sped up, rolling more intensely against him now, feeling his cock stretch me and hit all the right spots.

“S’good baby, feel so…full hmmm” I squeezed out a moan as I was getting close to release. “S-swear sometimes you go and fight just t-to get inside me…”

He chuckled breathlessly, his hand tracing along my thighs before his thumb replaced my fingers against my throbbing clit, rubbing it gently in time with my riding.

“Mmm…maybe I do…” he admitted with a playful smirk, his breath hot and heavy against my sensitive skin, “you know I can’t…get enough of you…”

He moaned lowly into my ear, his voice turning into a soft plea against my tight skin.

“Baby…I’m s-so close…”

I leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder as I cried out with his thumb rubbing me just right, increasing the pressure just how I liked it.

“F-fuuck baby…I…don’t stop I-I’m so close…”

I sped up my hips, my rolls and hard drops of my ass against his lap becoming more desperate as he sped up his thumb on my clit. His breaths and moans became heavier, I could feel his breath faltering, warmth spreading against my neck.

His thumb pressed harder, rubbed faster in a desperate attempt to make me cry out in pleasure and cum around him, coming apart on his lap.

“C-come on…come on, for me baby…” he practically moaned the words into my ear, “wanna…see you cum…please…want you to cum…so badly…”

His other hand reached up to the base of my throat to squeeze a little, making me close my eyes in ecstasy and cry out his name at the feeling of his long, nimble fingers restricting my throat. The sight of his large tattooed hand snaking up my body to grip my neck was enough to send me reeling.

“Shu-ah fucccck Shuji!”

He moaned in response to my loud cry, the sound of his name slipping through my throat nearly finishing him off. He gripped my hips with both hands now, pulling me onto him, thrusting upwards into me like a maniac.

“That’s…good girl…” he moaned out against my chest now, grabbing any bit of flesh he could with his teeth, biting and marking anything he could reach, “so good for me…”

I shuddered at the intensity of my climax, my pussy clenching around him, and the sensation of his teeth grazing me, his lips sucking in any bit of skin they could. I cursed under my breath, not being able to slow down the rhythm, rolling my hips as he pushed into me with vigour, trying to get him to cum inside me again, chasing the feeling of being full.

“Shuji, baby, need you…fuuuck…need you so bad please.”

The feeling of my warm walls tightening around him, along with the pleas from my lips were enough to have him growling out my name, his breath became a low gasp as his hips moved to meet mine mid-roll. He was practically melting at the sound of my mewling for him.

“Y-yeah?...” he moaned out breathlessly, leaning down to bite a hickey into the soft flesh above my breast, “need me to…what? Tell me, baby…”

I groaned as he used my own words against me, making me say it out loud. My hips were recklessly rolling into him as I tugged on his hair lightly.

“Baby…I wan-I need you…to…fuck ah…need you to fill me up…ah”

He responded with a low, guttural moan from his parted lips, his gaze drifting to watch my lips rock against his. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not with those noises coming out of my lips.

“Say please baby…” he moaned out desperately against my chest, nipping it in the process, “say please…and I’ll give you everything…”

I mewled against his neck, my forehead pressed against his shoulder for support.

“P-please Shuji, cum in me…fill me up please…” I gasped as his thumb returned to my clit and started rubbing it quickly, “m-make it trickle d-down my thigh, baby…” I rolled my hips harder, clenching around him with need, “make my birth control work overtime, please, baby…”

A low, guttural moan of ‘yes’ escaped his lips in a barely audible whisper. His breaths turned into heavy gasps as he was still fighting his own release.

He reached up to cup my cheek in his large tattooed hand, tilting my head towards him to capture my lips into a greedy, messy kiss, practically pouring every ounce of passion and energy into it. He broke the kiss only to bite down on my bottom lip, his hips still moving up to meet mine in a more intense thrust.

I moaned into his mouth as he pulled me in, I neared another shuddering orgasm.

“Cum for me, Shuji, please baby…”

He moaned as heated, breathless gasps left his parted, kiss-swollen lips. He continued rocking his hips into mine, his cock bullying its way into me with each movement.

“B-baby…I’m close…” he murmured as he captured my lips with his again, “tell me…say please…I need to hear…you beg for me…”

I cried out, feeling my climax nearly there.

“Shuji please, b-baby, need your cum…need it please, give it to me, give me what I need baby please-”

He moaned against my lips, the hot breath bathing my sensitive lips and nearly breaking me. My mewling and begging nearly drove him wild, he was a desperate mess, his body pleading for release.

“Beg me…more…please,” he moaned through his teeth, “be…be a good girl for me…”

I whimpered and a sob escaped my throat into his shoulder where I was barely holding on. His cock was still working its pace, rutting into me even when I slowed down my hip movements.

“I’ve been g-good for you, baby, haven’t I? Please, baby, please, please, I need it…please, Shuji, fuck please, I’ll do anything…”

A guttural moan of pleasure ripped itself from his parted lips, his breath heavier against my skin.

“Yes…” he moaned out in hot gasps, his voice thick and raspy, “you have…so good for me…my good girl..”

I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, I cried out his name, along with a few curses, into his neck, shuddering and releasing another orgasm, clamping down on his thrusting cock. Squeezing and not letting go of him until I got every last drop of what he had to offer.

His breathing turned into deep moans as he rutted into me and finally spilled his cum all over my wet walls, shuddering in ecstasy, slowing down to help us ride out our highs together.

“Baby…” he all but groaned out, the soft nickname on his lips like a prayer, “good girl…you’re such a good girl…” he moaned into my neck, pressing a gentle kiss to my collarbone.

“Love…love you so much…love you Shuji, so much.”

His breath gradually evened out as he came down from his high. He pulled back to look into my eyes, his expression nothing less than utterly mesmerised and enamoured with me in his arms.

“Love you…more…” he murmured softly, his gaze practically glowing gold as it burned into mine, “so glad you’re mine…”

I attached my lips to his in a deep expression of the intense love I held for him.

“We’re not playing that game today, baby,” I stroked his hair gently, “you’re so good to me.”

He moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into the touch of his head.

“Mmm, and you’re an angel…” he muttered under his breath, his face glowing in bliss as he pulled away slightly, “my favourite person in the entire world…”

I chuckled and shook my head lightly at this weirdo.

“It helps that you don’t like other people, but okay, I’ll take it.”

He rolled his eyes at my response, at the same time a smirk spread across his lips.

“Fair enough…” he paused for a moment, the smirk softening into an affectionate smile, “you really are my person, though.” He muttered in a soft tone, his gaze gentle and loving. “You’re my world…”

I caressed his cheek, smiling warmly at him.

“You’re such a damn sap. You’re lucky I would never go around and tell people.”

“Oh am I, huh?” He mused as he leaned into my hand, “You’re lucky I’m only this way with you, doll face. My reputation would be in ruins otherwise…”

“Big bad wolf, God of Death, Shuji Hanma, a big ol’ sappy pile of moans and shivers under a kiss of one girl, and one girl only.”

He sighed, shaking his head in amusement as he rolled his eyes.

“You make me sound so…needy and desperate. But maybe I am…I’m lost in you, completely.”

His hand moved up and gently gripped my thigh as he kissed me, gently, slowly. His thumb was tracing soft patterns along my flushed skin, his kiss as warm and tender as a summer evening.

I sighed against his lips when he broke the kiss, lips still in a light pout, not even an inch from mine and head tilted to the side.

“Take us to bed, baby?”

He gently picked me up and began making his way to the bedroom, pressing soft kisses against my neck and shoulders as he went. My feet were dangling along his sides and he held me tight. When he dropped me onto the bed, he crawled in after me and covered us with the duvet, snuggling into me, burying his face into my neck and breathing in my scent as if it was a drug he could only get from me.

His embrace tightened ever so slightly as if he was afraid he’d lose me if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

[beautification-tales]

The Sisters pt. 2

A late bloomer tale

Ruby’s Story-

Anything for a sister.” Marsha said as Stacey hugged her tightly. Ruby giggled as she watched her sisters make up. Ruby could feel the tension leave the area as she almost sighed in relief. She had been worried the incident might even cause a permanent rift in her new clique.

Ruby left the cafeteria after saying farewell to her sisters. She smiled as her naughty plan flashed in her mind. Ruby ever since blooming had left a wake of drained men. Professors and students were all her prey and she hunted daily. She giggled as there was one target that she had been saving for a special occasion.

Ruby exhaled as purple flame surrounded her body. She felt her tall svelte frame shrink. She frowned as her amazing curves disappeared. The fashion model attire that she loved was replaced by her plaid shirt and jeans she used to wear daily. She looked at her arms as she pushed her glasses up her nose. The old Ruby was back to visit her favorite professor.

Ruby rushed into the lecture and sat in the front seat as she usually did. She took out her smartphone and checked into the class. She smiled as she could see some students whisper as if she had missed weeks of the semester. The professor finally walked in and looked around the auditorium. He smiled as he saw Ruby in the front with her notebook out.

“Pygmalion is a tale of control and power. He achieves what all men desire… not the perfect woman. The woman that HE molded and created for his pleasure. Now compare that to the tale in Genesis 2. A woman made for Adam by his Creator. Today I want you to begin your essay on which story is better for man.”

Ruby smiled as she thought what an appropriate lecture for the day. Dr. Miller was the typical handsome married literature professor. He was brilliant and all the girl students tried to fuck him. However, it had seemed none were successful. Dr. Miller was in love with his work more than the admiration it brought him.

Ruby couldn’t help but giggle as she felt the sexual energy of her fellow female students flood the room. She exhaled slowly trying to control her arousal. She chewed on her pen looking completely focused on the lecture. As Dr. Miller continued to talk about the various themes in Pygmalion, Ruby felt her thoughts drift away from the lecture and back to her plan. The lecture felt like it lasted forever as she impatiently waited for the perfect time.

Finally, Dr. Miller paused and looked up, smiling he said “I look forward to what you can sculpt from the clay. See you all Thursday.” The lecture was over and the students all packed up their belongings and left. Ruby waited a few moments until all her female classmates were finished talking with Darren. She noticed his fake smile as he dismissed all their attempts for “extra credit”.

Ruby slowly walked down the steps as the last student walked away. “Dr. Miller, can we talk about this assignment?” she asked softly. Her voice was like honey, sweet and enticing. The professor turned around and looked at her with surprise. “Ruby! I haven’t seen you in weeks. All your assignments are in and your attendance is always checked off. Have you been sitting in the back?”

Ruby smiled coyly. "I think you just stopped noticing me Professor. You’re not the first person to do that with me. But I wanted to ask about this assignment. I think I have a unique perspective on it that I'd like to share." Her voice dropped an octave, and she leaned forward slightly. Darren’s eyebrow raised as he was intrigued to hear her thoughts. “Oh? Well do you have some time Ruby? I’d love to hear this but I have to head to my office. Care to walk with me?”

The professor motioned for her to lead the way. Ruby smiled as she walked beside him. “So, Dr. Miller what do you think men really want?” she asked casually. Darren stopped and turned to face her, intrigued. “We want an equal but have a weakness that stands in the way of it.”

“What is the weakness?” Ruby asked, tilting her head curiously. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. Darren couldn't help but feel excited at the conversation. “Beauty! We are slaves to our… physical desires that we can ignore what’s really important…. The mind.” Darren unlocked his office door and motioned her to enter. Ruby walked in and sat in the seat facing his desk.

Ruby released her sexual energy in a massive wave as Darren placed his shoulder bag on his desk. He quickly went behind his desk to sit. “Is that why men cast me aside? I mean even you stopped noticing me in class… I never missed a lecture.” Darren felt his cock twitch in his pants as he licked his lips. “I…I don’t know why I missed you. I usually always see you.” Ruby smiled knowing soon she was going to have Dr. Miller all to herself.

“Why do you notice me, Darren?” Ruby asked, her voice dripping with sensuality. Darren felt himself begin to sweat as he squirmed in his seat. “You’re a brilliant girl Ruby. You’re not like the other girls.” Ruby crossed her legs and leaned forward. “Because I’m not begging to fuck you for an A?” Darren’s eyes fluttered as his face became red. “Yes! I mean… you don’t use your looks to succeed.”

Ruby pouted as her lips turned blood red. Darren was gripping his desk too erect to notice the change to Ruby. “You mean I’m too plain to seduce a man like all those bimbos.” Darren felt the room spin as he felt like he was on fire. “I’m so sorry Ruby. I seem to not be feeling well. I…also think this conversation is….” Ruby’s eyes glowed behind her glasses as her mousy brown hair gained an amazing shine. Ruby moved her hand up and down as if stroking a phallus. Darren groaned as if by magic he felt her fingers.

“Answer my question Darren!” Ruby demanded. He moaned when he heard his name from her lips. “Your mind is what is special about you.” Ruby slowly took her glasses off and smiled. “You’re such a gentleman professor. If I was sexy and brilliant… I’d be your ideal woman wouldn’t I? Your perfect sculpture?”

“Ruby … how are you?” Ruby took the imaginary phallus in her hand and licked it. Darren groaned as he felt his balls fill with seed. “Tell me everything right now!” Ruby opened her mouth as if she was sucking an invisible cock. Darren jumped as he felt the wet warmth around his cock. “Unh! It’s my ultimate fantasy! An irresistible woman with a mind like yours. A true equal!”

Ruby doubled her efforts as Darren felt his whole body twitch. “What are you Ungh doing to me?” he managed to croak. She smiled around the invisible phallus, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You can't resist me Darren, I'm your perfect match." He felt her hand speed up, her fingers tightening as if ready to squeeze. “Now cum for me!” Darren gripped his desk tight as he arched his back in his chair as he felt cum rocket out of his cock.

He collapsed and attempted to catch his breath. He finally looked up and saw Ruby’s face covered with seed. It was as if he had shot directly at her as he looked down and saw his pants were completely dry. The thick sticky material quickly evaporated as Ruby moaned in triumph. “You’re mine now, and we are far from finished.” Purple flames covered Ruby’s body as he saw her breasts explode from her shirt. The moans echoed in the room as Ruby grew into her true succubus form. The jeans and ripped plaid shirt were gone and only blue Lacey lingerie remained. Stockings covered her long legs as she sat in the chair crossed legged.

Darren felt his cock harden again. He felt as if in a trance he unbuckled his pants as he stood up. He let his pants fall to the ground revealing his hard on. Ruby smiled, her red lips curving into a wicked grin. "That's it, professor. Give in to your desires." She reached out and gently stroked his length, her fingers leaving trails of heat in their wake.

"You are so beautiful," Darren murmured, his voice thick with desire. Ruby leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. She bit her lower lip, drawing it between her teeth as she gazed into his eyes. "I want you,Darren. I want all of you." She guided him to the desk, their bodies pressing together as she lowered herself onto his throbbing member.

He groaned, feeling her tightness envelop him as she began to ride him. Ruby's eyes were closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He reached up, running his fingers through her long, silky hair. "Oh god, Ruby," he gasped, feeling the familiar tug of pleasure building deep within him.

Ruby opened her eyes, looking down at Darren with a mixture of lust and tenderness. "You feel so good. So right." She began to move faster, her hips undulating in a rhythm that was both hypnotic and irresistible. He could feel his control slipping as his hips rose to meet hers, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room, mingling with the wet slapping of their flesh as they moved together. Ruby leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached down and gripped his cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts. "That's it,professor. Give in to the pleasure. Let go." Her words sent a shiver down his spine as he felt the familiar tug in his lower abdomen building, tightening.

He reached up, tracing his fingers over her cheek, down her neck, and across her collarbone. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his touch. "You're perfect," he managed to say between gasping breaths. "Brains and beauty. The ultimate woman." Ruby arched her back, moaning loudly as she came, her inner walls pulsing around him. Darren could feel his own release building, his body tensing as he felt the hot rush of cum surging through him.

Ruby leaned forward, pressing their bodies together as she moved faster, her hips undulating wildly. "Is it everything you dreamed?." Her words sent a shiver down his spine, heightening the sensation as he thrust upward, meeting her movements with a primal urgency. He could feel his control slipping away, surrendering to the powerful waves of pleasure coursing through him.

He trembled violently as he felt all of his desire and pleasure erupt. Ruby grabbed tightly, wanting to feel every moment of pleasure. She felt her hunger disappear as her eyes glowed. She looked over to see Darren fast asleep with a smile upon his face. She kissed his forehead gently.

“Good night sweet prince and may your dreams continue to come true.”

[meowmeowriley]

Fun fact some uterus’s can tilt backwards! This can make back pain during periods worse (Help me :’D), someone get that man heating pad pronto!

Also head canon accepted.

👀 I love fun facts!

You heard it here first folks, trans bunny Ghost has a tilty uterus, and it causes him (and me, why is my body like this) immense back pain during his period. That's okay, he's got Johnny to make it better now.❤

Thank you anon, this is Canon now.

[carabalism]

nuisance part two

pairing(s) twd x teen!reader, daryl dixon × teen!reader (platonic)

warning(s) canon-typical violence/gore

wattpad link , masterlist , previous part

it was barely midday, yet it had already been a more than eventful day at the campsite. everyone seemed on edge and rightfully so, people were at each other's throats. y/n had the unfortunate luck of getting stuck in the crossfire of all the chaos.

"you've caught us at a bad time, i promise it's not always like this," lori sighed, rubbing a hand over her face in frustration, "we're grateful for the food you brought.. with daryl."

"that's a shame," y/n leaned against a cushion in the back seat of the rv, a smug look on her face, "seems fun here."

lori blinked at the girl, slightly puzzled by her. fun? the world was ending and society as everyone knew it had collapsed and this little girl thinks it's fun? lori nods, deciding to look past her comments, "okay.. dale told me your name's y/n, is that right?"

"mhm," y/n hummed in response, getting comfortable on the cushions, "man, this is way better than sleepin' on a tree."

"you've been sleeping.. in trees?" lori asked, "how long have you been on your own?"

y/n shut her eyes, resting her arms behind her head, getting comfortable in the back of the rv, "the biters can't get ya up there."

lori hummed in acknowledgment, y/n was a smart kid and lori could see that, "can i ask you about your family?"

y/n opened her eyes and stared at lori for a few seconds before responding, "how 'bout you ask me one question and then i get to ask you a question."

lori laughed, "seems only fair, fine then... where's your parents?"

"my dad's in atlanta probably with his buddies or somethin' by now, but i left 'im to go to my mom, she's in the countryside and i've been making my way there."

lori furrowed her eyebrows at the mention of atlanta, "honey... atlanta was bombed.. there's nothin' left there."

y/n squinted her eyes at lori, "you sure?"

"i'm so sorry.." lori gulped, "my son and i were headed to atlanta when this all happened, we never got close since the highway was so packed... then there were bombs. they bombed the entire city, i'm sorry honey."

y/n nodded, taking in the information and let out a sigh, "hm. that's a shame."

"guessin' you didn't have a great home life then?" lori frowned at the girl.

"hey? we agreed only one question, s'my turn now," y/n shot a pointed look at lori, "rick.. your husband?"

"he is," her face fell slightly at the mention of him, he was currently getting ready to go on a rescue mission for a piece of shit, "my turn... let's see... what is... your favourite colour?"

lori raises an eyebrow at the girl with a wide smile on her face. she knew not to touch the subject of her family again and decided to keep the questions lighthearted.

"seriously?" y/n scoffed, "that's your question?"

lori feigned offense at her response and scoffed back at the girl, "well excuse me little miss, you said i could ask anythin' i wanted and right now i'm dyin' to know what your favourite colour is."

y/n chuckled at the woman's enthusiasm, the slight increase in her southern drawl brought a smile to y/n's face. she rolls her eyes at lori, her mouth scrunching up to the side to hide her smile, "i dunno, probably green?"

"guessin' you've been seeing a lot of it nowadays," lori nodded, a soft smile on her face. the kind of smile that only a mother was capable of, it made y/n feel warm seeing it.

"what's daryl's deal?" y/n questions, her face scrunching up at the thought of the man, "seems like an asshole."

"hey, watch your mouth." lori points a finger at the girl.

"sorry, ma'am." the girl's manners were a surprise to lori, she hadn't expected it. y/n was plenty sarcastic and seemed pretty guarded, but she could also be polite and respectful. it confused lori, but she just assumed that y/n's parents were strict on manners.

"it's alright, hon," lori smiled at the girl.

"so what's his deal?" y/n repeats her question, tilting her head, "how do you people know each other?"

"well.. we don't really know each other all that well. shane, rick and my son are the only one's i know from.. well, before." lori explains, fidgeting with the necklace around her neck, "most of us met on the highway, we were all stuck there for a while and eventually we ended up here... as for daryl, no one really knows much about 'im, but he provides for the group, so none of us can complain."

"what about his brother?"

"it's my turn to ask a question," lori chuckles as y/n frowns at her, "how old are you?"

"i'm twelve."

"you're the same age as my son," lori smiles, "and another girl here, carol's daughter."

"cool.." y/n pauses to think of her next question, "what's one thing you miss from before?"

lori chuckled, a few things coming to mind, "oh wow, it'd have to be my phone, i miss texting my friends.. askin' when the next book club was gonna be... probably sounds boring to you, huh?"

y/n smiled at the woman and shook her head, "no ma'am, my mom was the leader of her book club, serious business."

"well, maybe me and your mom could start our own new book club," lori smiled back at y/n. she had to admit that the girl was nice to talk to when she let her guard down and dropped the sarcasm. lori had been given the job of figuring out what y/n's 'deal' was - whatever shane meant by that.

"she always tried to get me to join her meetings," y/n stared at her hands, as she fidgeted nervously, "i used to hate it. i struggle with readin' so.. never liked it, but now i wish i went with 'er more."

lori smiles sadly at the girl, offering a reassuring pat to her shoulder, "i know it may not be the same, but dale's got some books, we could read together one day, until you find your mom that is."

y/n looked up at lori and chuckled, "tryin' to get me to join a book club?"

lori laughs and shakes her head, "can't blame a gal for trying, can you?"

before y/n could respond, the rv door opened and shane stepped inside, "hey.. how's it goin' in here, everything okay?"

"just talking about starting a book club, weren't we y/n?" lori looked at y/n with a smile.

"yes ma'am." y/n nods, her eyes watching shane carefully as he stands by the door. something about him rubbed y/n the wrong way, it was an unexplainable feeling - just something in her gut.

shane nodded back, "okay then, rick's about to leave if you wanna speak with him."

"you gonna be okay for a few minutes, hon?" lori asked y/n, her face scrunched up in concern.

"yes ma'am."

"okay," lori nodded, she didn't take the girl's sudden switch in attitude personally. the two may have been joking and swapping stories previously, but lori understood that y/n may be on guard around people she hadn't yet spoken with, or maybe she was just shy. she was an interesting character to say the least - one she hoped would stick around.

lori left the rv, but shane stayed inside, watching y/n. he had already said his piece to rick, so he had no need to leave.

"y/n, right?" shane raises an eyebrow at the girl, taking a few steps closer to her. the floor of the rv creaks ever so slightly under him.

"yes sir." y/n crossed her arms over her chest, staring back at him intensely, trying to read the man.

"sir?" shane chuckles, running a hand through his hair, "ain't you polite?"

"i can be." y/n hisses.

"okay, okay, i get it, you don't know me so you're a little on edge, i get it," he raised his hands up to show he meant no harm, "just have a few questions for you s'all."

y/n stayed quiet for a few seconds and nodded to tell him to ask his questions.

"you on your own out there?" shane leaned against the door to the toilet, his body blocking the walkway that led to the exit. she knew he did it on purpose, but she hadn't intended on running out anyways, "ain't got no folks out there waiting on you?"

"i'm alone."

he hummed in response, impressed with the fact she had survived, "where's your folks at?"

y/n rolled her eyes and turned to face the window across from her, "is that all you people are gonna ask about?"

shane scoffed, rubbing a hand through his hair, "well excuse me for being curious why a kid's runnin' wild 'round the woods alone like some kid raised by wolves."

"y'know, curiosity killed the cat." y/n turned back to look at shane, shrugging her shoulders.

"how'd you survive out there?" he ignored her previous statement, not wanting to entertain a threat from a little girl.

"slept in places biters couldn't get me. places people wouldn't be lookin'."

"hm. that's smart." shane nodded, "you goin' back to the woods, or you gonna stay here?"

y/n raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that her staying at the camp was even on the table at all, "stay?"

"the others are thankful for the food you 'n daryl brought back," shane paused, readjusting his stance to face y/n, "you know how to survive, you're resourceful. that much's obvious. we could use someone like you. besides, i ain't gonna send a kid away."

y/n squinted at the man, looking at the way he held himself. she rolls her eyes at him and asks a question that shane didn't expect, "you a cop?"

shane squinted at y/n, his head tilting to the side, "how'd you guess?"

"the way you're talkin' n' the way you carry yourself," y/n shrugged, she could have guessed with her eyes closed that the man was a cop, she had seen a fair few of them around her father growing up, "i was thinking military earlier, but that chokehold ya had on daryl seemed like you've been wantin' do that for a while.. now you can since the law don't mean nothing now."

shane laughed, "you got some brain in that head of yours."

"ain't got no time to be stupid."

"so you wanna stay or not?" shane repeated his earlier question, "you're free to leave any time."

y/n looked at her hands for a few seconds, debating whether or not she wanted to stay, "might as well, i caught those damn squirrels, it'd be a shame to not eat."

"watch your mouth." shane raises an eyebrow at her language.

"yes sir."

"no need to call me sir, this ain't nazi germany. shane's just fine," shane laughs, shaking his head slightly, "now c'mon out, meet some of the folks here, we won't bite."

y/n let's out a deep sigh. she knew that she'd have to meet the other people, but with how on edge everyone has been since her arrival, despite her not being the cause of the camp's anxiety, she'd rather not talk to any of them.

"hey there again," dale smiled at y/n, crossing his arms over his chest, "what're you up to now?"

"i'm supposed to meet the people at the camp. shane said i should and decide whether i want to stay or not." y/n surveys the campsite whilst explaining her plans to dale, scouting the people she'd have to talk to.

"well are ya gonna stay for dinner at least?" from what dale gathered, y/n was on her own in the woods and he didn't feel right sending a child back out there. not after what he had seen.

"duh," y/n rolled her eyes, "i caught more than half of that, i ain't letting y'all rob me."

dale laughed in response, amused at her words, "well, let me take you to meet everyone then, huh? i'll make sure each conversation is nice and short so you're not stuck listening to people go on and on."

y/n let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes again, "fine, but if i poke your side it means i wanna stop chattin'."

"just pat my arm, no need to poke me kiddo."

"she doesn't act like she's a child. she definitely doesn't act her age at least.." lori muttered, staring at the newest addition to the group from afar. y/n had been sat talking with carl and sophia for a while, so lori kept a watchful eye - she trusted the girl enough to be around her son and she trusted the people at the camp, but she couldn't be too trustful. something about the girl didn't seem right, "it's just the start of all this mess and she's already more mature than she should be..."

"maybe that's a good thing," shane shrugged, "the world's changed, kids gotta toughen up now."

lori let out a sigh, shaking her head, "you don't get what i'm sayin' shane. she's the same age as carl for crying out loud. if she's grown up that fast, it's only a matter of time before carl stops being a kid too," lori brushed her hair out of her face anxiously, "this can't be the world, kids need to be kids, families shouldn't be broken apart- hell, kids shouldn't be armed with weapons, she should barely know how to use a knife like that."

shane rolled his eyes and sighed, "i get it, you don't want your boy to grow up too fast, but it's not a bad thing she knows what she's doin'. could be an asset to us, you seen the haul she 'n daryl got together? we'd never go hungry lori. carl won't go hungry."

lori nodded, acknowledging y/n's skills, "you're right, but i still feel sorry for her, she's clearly on edge around this many people... don't know what she's been through, but it doesn't seem like anything good."

"so... d'ya talk with rick?" shane's arms tensed at his own question.

"we talked," lori nodded, "shane. you have to understand that what we were doing is over. you told me my husband was dead, i didn't know any better."

shane clenched his jaw, tilting his head to the side to pretend he was watching the other people at the camp, "i thought he was dead, okay? i wouldn't lie about that, not rick."

y/n glanced over at lori and shane sat on a log speaking in hushed voices, but she could tell by their body language that neither of the two were happy, or comfortable.

"what's that guy's problem?" y/n gestured over at shane.

"oh, that's shane. he's my dad's friend," carl shrugged, "he saved me and my mom, he's cool."

"seems intense," y/n muttered, looking over at sophia, who just silently fidgeted with her fingers, "you okay?"

sophia looked up from her hands and nodded, a polite smile on her face, "yes.. thank you."

"sophia's not really good with new people, she's shy," carl explained, "there's a few other kids at the camp, but they're with their family right now."

"cool," y/n nodded, wondering when dale was going to return from his bathroom break to relieve her from the awkward conversation with the two kids.

"how did you survive on your own? it's none of my business, but my mom said you were out there alone.. is that true?" sophia asked, her voice meek and cautious, y/n recognised the voice as the one she'd used around her father. instantly y/n had figured sophia out, y/n knew she could trust her.

"started hunting and tracking when i was first able to, i've been doin' that to avoid people and catch dinner," y/n shrugged and readjusted the way she was sat. she sat with her legs crossed on the dirt, the position reminding her of her time at school.

"you were on your own?" carl asks, his eyes wide with amazement.

"yeah."

"that's awesome!" carl grins, admiring y/n's ability to survive on her own.

"awesome?" y/n questioned, frowning at the boy, "you really think that's awesome?"

"uh- i mean... yeah?"

y/n scoffs at carl, her eyebrows furrowing together in frustration at his naivety, "really? awesome? if you had been out there by yourself, you wouldn't think it was awesome. people die out there."

"well, you didn't?" carl responds, unsure why y/n seemed so irritated, he meant what he said as a compliment.

"that's 'cause i know what i'm doing, but i stand just as much a chance as everyone else out there." y/n crosses her arms over her chest, looking back at the rv to see if dale was back yet. he sure was taking his damn time.

"i think you have a better chance than most people.." sophia smiles shyly at y/n. y/n seemed unpredictable and sophia was slightly intimidated by her, but sophia was hopeful that she'd win y/n over and gain a new friend.

"yeah! you can hunt and stuff and you have a bow." carl nods in agreement with sophia. he admired y/n. she was the same age as him, yet she knew things that he didn't. he could learn a lot about survival from y/n if she stayed.

"i've seen people get shot for no reason other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. i've seen biters tear people's limbs and organs apart. nothing about anything that's happened is awesome. you have to take this shit seriously, or you die. got it?" y/n talks with a serious tone, but keeps her voice down to avoid adults overhearing her.

carl and sophia both share an uneasy look after listening to what y/n said and they both aren't sure how to respond. they're silent, horrified by the thought of what y/n had seen, but luckily dale was back to relieve them from the unnerving conversation.

"hey carl, sophia," dale smiles at the other two children, "i see you've met y/n."

dale takes note of the expressions on carl and sophia's faces. they seem distraught, but they nod in response to dale.

"hey kid," dale taps y/n on the shoulder, "there's something i need your opinion on, follow me?"

y/n nods and stands up from the ground, grateful to have an excuse to leave carl and sophia. she follows dale into the rv and he sits down in the booth, gesturing to the seat across for him for y/n to sit down.

"what happened out there?" dale asks, raising an eyebrow at y/n, "they looked a bit pale, did you.. say something?"

y/n realises that dale didn't need her opinion on anything and she sighs, shrugging her shoulders, "i just told 'em what they needed to hear."

dale's face holds an unamused expression as he looks over at y/n, leaning his arms on the table that separates them, "i know you've probably seen a lot out there during your time alone, but carl and sophia haven't.. you might want to be a little.. sensitive."

"sensitive?" y/n's face scrunches up in disagreement, "i'm just tellin' them how it is. sheltering them does nothing. if anything, it'll just get 'em killed faster."

dale sighs at y/n's response, "what i'm trying to say is that you might scare them."

"good. they should be scared. everyone here should be scared, this ain't some game or family camping trip," y/n scoffs, leaning back in her seat.

before dale could respond to y/n, the rv door opens and lori walks inside.

great. y/n thinks to herself. those little shits ratted on me.

"hey dale, could you give us a minute?" lori smiles at the older man as he leaves the rv. dale was slightly relieved that lori wanted to speak with y/n, he hoped that she would have better luck getting through to y/n.

"hey y/n." lori takes a seat where dale previously was sitting, "how are you liking the camp so far? i hope everyone's been nice to you so far."

"cut to the chase," y/n rolls her eyes, "i know carl ratted me out."

"he didn't rat you out, he's just worried about you," lori smiles nervously at y/n, there really was no beating around the bush with this girl, "apparently you said some things that made him and sophia concerned?"

"they're the ones that said me being on my own was 'awesome'. i was just trying to tell them they were wrong and they shouldn't say stuff like that."

"well, they both are sorry that they upset you, they didn't mean to be insensitive to you," lori pauses, nervously chewing on her lip, "in the future, please don't say things like that to them.. i don't want them to be too scared to sleep.. it's been hard enough recently."

y/n thinks about the countless sleepless nights she's had, the long nights where she feared for her life. oh, but she wouldn't want carl and sophia to struggle with getting to sleep.

"yeah, whatever." y/n was done with the conversation at that point. she had nothing else to say. she did partially feel guilty for saying those things to carl and sophia, it was a little harsh and after all they just wanted to befriend her.

"squirrel's ready to eat, some of the others were cooking whilst rick and the rest left," lori turned towards the door and looked back at y/n, "c'mon before it's all gone."

y/n didn't respond, but she nodded at lori before following her out of the rv.

lori could tell that y/n's demeanor had changed, she was much quieter, but definitely more alert. she observed, or at least that's what y/n had been doing whilst they ate - not once did y/n's eyes stop watching the other people around her.

"you don't have to be on guard here, you know that right?" lori whispered, rubbing y/n's back softly. y/n flinched from the touch, but didn't push her away. lori takes note of how y/n's body stiffens at her touch and takes note of it, her reaction confirming the thoughts lori had been having about y/n and her life before.

"you always gotta be alert," y/n shrugged, staring at ed with a frown on her face, "you figure people out faster that way."

"figure out people? what do you mean?" lori's face scrunched up in confusion.

"my dad was a lot like ed," y/n looked up at lori, "i'm guessing that's sophia's dad."

"y'know, you could've been a really good detective." lori complimented her, "what were the clues?"

"i figured carol was her mother, i saw carol and ed together - my mom and dad were like them before they split up..." y/n sighed, "i was like sophia when i was younger."

"she's your age, y/n?" lori chuckled.

"i know, but i..." y/n rolled her eyes at her own words and sighed, "i don't know what i'm saying forget about it."

"i know we just met, but there's not many other people around nowadays, so we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other, if you do stay that is", lori shrugged, attempting to make y/n feel like she had a choice whether she left or not, though lori wasn't so keen on letting a child leave a safe place with adults. lori didn't want y/n to feel caged in, "you can talk to me whenever you want about anything you want, okay hun?"

y/n nodded and went back to people watching, "this fire should be put out soon, you keep it up any longer biters will show up, or people."

lori nodded and passed the information onto shane. y/n remained at the fireplace, watching people like she had been doing before.

sophia slipped away from her mother's side and sat down next to y/n in front of the fire, "hi again.."

y/n glanced at sophia from the corners of her eyes, "hi."

"i'm sorry about carl..." she sighs, "it's been so long since there was a new kid at the camp, we were just happy..."

y/n smiles a little, trying to reassure sophia. the last thing y/n wanted was to make her feel like she did anything wrong, "it's okay sophia."

"no problem..." she smiled back nervously, "you must be pretty brave though, right?"

y/n frowned at sophia and tilted her head to the side, "no. i hid the entire time i was on my own. that's not brave."

sophia shook her head and smiled, "if i was on my own, i don't think i'd survive."

"you would," y/n replied almost a little too quickly, "don't say that."

"i guess being on your own makes you a pretty good liar too, huh?" sophia giggles, making y/n laugh.

"shut up, i'm serious."

"i'm glad there's a girl my age here now.. i was getting bored of just talking to carl," sophia whispered, "we're going to have so much fun."

y/n smiled at sophia, she didn't get mad by her words like she had at carl earlier. she figured the two hadn't seen anything yet. never saw a man get torn apart in front of them. never seen another kid get shot point blank. none of it. they had been shielded from it all and as much as she felt it was unfair, she didn't want to be the one to ruin their outlook on life. they still had hope. she wasn't going to take that away from them.

who knows, maybe y/n could allow herself to be a kid for just a bit longer. there were a few capable people at camp that could protect her. maybe she could allow herself to befriend sophia.

"yeah.. can't wait."

[tokillamockingbird427]

Thinking about the boys as "harpies" (Because I have a spin on them outside the ye olde myths and such) and was struck by the image of Logan turning his head all the way around like an owl to fuck with the other Ghosts and just about lost my shit laughing.

"You talking shit over there?" *Cue horrified screaming*

Someone tries to snap Hesh's neck but they just kinda quickly turn his head for him and he honestly doesn't realize they were trying to kill him for a second because he's just so confused.

Logan is very good at running backwards and usually does it while also having his head backwards to chase and scare Keegan specifically because it's the one thing that freaks him out

They both do the head tilty thing and get into "competitions" to see who can rotate their head to the most dramatic degree (Elias doesn't interfere because he figures it's rather beneficial for them to exercise/stretch those muscles.)

[marvelmusing]

Keep Your Judgement

Chapter Six

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Claiming the fox as your amplifier has an unexpected side effect, but you soon gain the confidence to attempt the merge of your forms.

Warnings: mentions of canon level violence.

My Masterlist • Series Masterlist

I think such a creature would be well suited to you. The General’s words play on a loop in your mind as you press the fox’s claw onto your hand. Shakily, you manage to join it to your skin, becoming a part of you.

Like calls to like.

It has been quite some time since I last met someone whose ambition rivals my own.

Out of one trap into another.

In such a dazed state, you hadn’t noticed the moment your thoughts were no longer alone. Vivid red fur flashes through your mind as memories not your own fill your head.

Grass fields. Drinking from small springs and quiet lakes. Hunters and traps. Cold winters. Pawprints in the snow. Summer fires. Underground burrows. Hiding and surviving. Shaded woodland. Shimmering sunlight.

Somehow, you can feel the fox nosing curiously against your thoughts. He rifles through your own memories, and you stiffen at feeling of being so exposed, silky fur slipping easily through the events of your life despite the sharp thorns surrounding them.

In an attempt at distracting yourself from the fox’s exploration, you unclasp your cloak and bundle the fox’s limp body up into the fabric. The thought of leaving him here doesn’t sit well with you, and as soon as that thought crosses your mind you can feel his appreciation.  

The fox’s natural instincts and your own cautious nature work together rather disjointedly as you reach the edge of the cave.

Reaching for your power is instantaneous, with your new amplifier you don’t need to clasp your hands together as you search the surrounding area for any guns or swords.

Nothing.

Inside your mind, the fox tilts his head rather pointedly. He knows the hunters have already moved on, but despite his confidence you had felt the need to check for yourself.

The bundle of your cloak and the fox’s body is heavy as you trek back towards the Sanctuary. While you walk, the fox weaves rather happily between your thoughts and memories, accustoming himself to the space. He appears to be accepting this much better than you are.

None of the books you had read prepared you for this. The bond between amplifier and amplified was severely unresearched – most likely because the otkazat’sya feared anything that might give a Grisha more power.

The fox makes a small noise of agreement in regard to your thoughts, startling you slightly. He seems apologetic and retreats quietly into the recess of your mind.   

Had you done something wrong? Was this supposed to happen? There aren’t many Grisha at the Sanctuary with amplifiers, and none you would trust enough to ask about this. Casting your mind back, you try to remember when Ivan gained his amplifier and whether he had mentioned any sort of mental link with the bear he killed.

The fox seems mildly interested as you retreat into the safety of the Sanctuary. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the dirty windows and the thin white curtains as you make your way through the hallways.

Feet moving without any prior thought, you move towards the General’s wing. The fox’s body would need to be dealt with, you couldn’t abandon it, but the thought of leaving it in your rooms unsettled you.

A familiar figure appears at the end of the corridor and your steps slow as he approaches.

At the sight of the General, the fox inside you perks up, lifting his head from where he’s been buried comfortably in your subconscious. He nudges at your thoughts as the two of you stop in front of one another.

Too distracted by the fox’s reaction, you don’t respond when the General greets you. At the sight of his frown, you lift your hand to show him your amplifier with a small smile.

“You found it,” he says quietly. You nod.

Carefully, he curls his fingers around your wrist, tilting your hand so that he can examine the fox claw in the light.

The feeling of his amplification isn’t foreign to you, but with the power of the fox already settling into your bones his power feels stronger than before. There’s another feeling, something you sense in the air whenever his nichevo’ya are created. Merzost. 

Inside your mind, the fox skitters about, clawing at your thoughts to gain your attention which you ignore in an attempt to figure out where the most merzost is inside him.

In response, the fox takes a clump of your memories between his teeth, shaking them like a ragdoll, and all your thoughts and feelings regarding the General spill out over your mind.

Silly little daydreams. That warm feeling in your chest whenever he says your name. How charming he looks when he smiles. The flush that rushes over your cheeks when he compliments your work.

As you try to remain focused on the man in front of you, the fox noses his way through your mind.

The fox perks up as he nudges at your memory of the gardens – when the General had sat beside you on the cold stone wall. The conversation you had echoes in your mind.

You wouldn’t have looked twice at me, back at the Little Palace.

Perhaps. But I’m looking at you now.

Put that down, you tell the fox.

The General says your name worriedly, his head tilted aside as his eyes flicker over your features, and you realise he must have already repeated your name – perhaps several times.

“How are you feeling?”

He speaks slowly, assessing your expression cautiously as you mentally attempt to clean up the mess the fox has made of your thoughts.

“Normal,” you answer quickly. He raises a brow at you. “I mean, I feel stronger. The amplifier has definitely responded positively.”

“And your theory?”

There is certainly a connection between you and the fox, but you have no idea whether you will be able to change form or if the fox has taken a permanent residence in your mind.

“Still undetermined.”

He nods slowly.

His gaze falls down to the large bundle in your other hand and you look down, gesturing slightly towards it.

“I didn’t want to leave him there.”

“I can see to this, if you would like?” he offers. The General moves slowly, reaching towards where your fingers are curled tightly into the fabric of your cloak.

Hesitating, you wait for the fox’s reaction though he appears to approve of the General, curling up amongst your thoughts of him. Glossy red fur strokes against your memories of dark eyes and a black kefta as the fox settles comfortably there.

You nod.

“Thank you.”

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Fedoyr sweeps you up into a hug when you give him the news.

Plenty of the other Grisha are eager to see your amplifier and hear about the fox.

At the Little Palace, there was always a celebration whenever a Grisha gained an amplifier. With the current state of Ravka and the Grisha, you don’t expect any sort of spectacle for you today.

As the cooks dish out the evening meal, a small smile tugs at your lips. It isn’t much better than what is usually served here at the Sanctuary, but there’s an extra portion of bread for everyone and some vanilla cake which is a rare treat.

The thought of the General asking for something special for dinner tonight, even when he doesn’t dine with the rest of the Grisha, makes you feel even more pleased by your accomplishment.

As you tuck into your dinner, the fox is very pleased by the concept of a hot meal served on a plate.

On a typical evening, you would continue your work until the moon is high, but tonight you’re exhausted. Collapsing into bed, you fall asleep within minutes, the fox curled up peacefully in the back of your mind.

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Paws scamper over hard ground as you weave amongst the carts and carriages parked along the street. At the sound of boots thudding rapidly, you tuck yourself under a cart, pressing your body low to the ground. A fox. You’re a fox. And someone has been chasing you.

Leather scuffs against stone and you look up sharply. A young boy stares at you, dark eyes observing you with an intensity that feels familiar, though you don’t recognise him.

The sound of a man’s voice has your heart racing with fear.

“You, boy. Which way did the fox go?” Dark eyes remain locked on yours and each beat of your heart echoes in your ears. “Boy?”

“I didn’t see a fox,” the boy with dark hair says.  

The man steps closer and you edge backwards. He isn’t alone. If you retreat too far, the other men hunting you will see the glimmer of your fur hiding beneath the cart.

“You sure about that? We saw it run this way.”

A woman appears from a nearby alleyway, her shadow inching towards the boy as she steps closer.

“I saw the fox only moments ago, passing by the butcher’s. No doubt it is hiding somewhere in the town centre.”

The man nods, turning towards the small crowd that had followed him.

“Keep your eyes sharp, men. It’s here somewhere.”

Tucking yourself beside the tall wheel of the cart, you watch the man walk away and the mother and son duck into the alleyway. She drags the boy by his wrist, and you follow them quietly, hiding in the shadows of the alley as they hurry.

“Mother. Why did you help them?”

“Stupid boy. If they do not find the fox they will seek out another amplifier. Surely you realise the danger of that for us. We must leave this place.”

“Again?”

“Yes again.”

There’s reluctance in the boy’s eyes but he nods in resignation.

Waking suddenly, you sit up in bed, moonlight illuminating your room. The fox is awake too, nudging at your thoughts as you ponder over the dream you have just awoken from.

“That’s what you were trying to tell me earlier,” you whisper quietly, speaking aloud to the creature in your mind. “You recognised the General.”

The boy in your dream had been him, you know it, which you assume means that the woman with him was Baghra. From the age of them both, the memory must have been from long ago. But the fox still remembers him.

The General had been the one to tell you that the fox lived nearby and now you know that the two of them had met, even if it had been only momentarily.

Destiny has never been a concept you’ve fully believed in, but perhaps you and the fox were meant to be one. Like calls to like after all.

Grisha theorists describe the process of claiming an amplifier as an exchange. The days you had spent with the fox had shown you his world of fields and woodland, and now you had showed him yours.

The fox understands living on the outskirts of the world, the Sanctuary isn’t unlike a burrow – a safe space carved out that can soon be reduced to a hole in the ground if someone is waiting at the entrance with a trap.

With that thought, you stand and dress quietly. Plucking up your spare cloak, you wrap it around your shoulders and head towards the door.

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[cosmicjoke]

This is an excerpt from my story "This Life, After" on a03:

Damn, you are one ugly fuckin’ brat, ya know that, boy?”

Levi ignores him; doesn’t say nothin’. He thinks that’s best. Mama always told him so. Ignore bullies and soon they’ll go away, she always said. Kenny was a bully. Levi thinks so. He was mean, like the bullies back home. The other kids who always used to make fun of Levi for being so small. Used to beat him up for it.

He can feel Kenny’s eyes on him. He knows Kenny don’t like him. Kenny always looked at him like he was lackin’.

So he ignores him, and he hears Kenny grumble.

“Unsociable little brat, too.” He says.

Levi don’t know what unso… unsoci… don’t know what that word means.

Kenny was always usin’ big words like that. He talked rough, but he sounded like Mama too. Liken’ he came from someplace better. Liken he knew stuff. Mama sounded real refined, like. Sounded like a… a real lady, Levi figures. Not that he knew what a real lady sounded like. Most ‘a the ladies down here, they was… well, they was whores, like his Mama.

But Mama didn’t sound like them, none. When she talked. She… she sounded real refined, like.

Levi frowns down at his doll.

He misses Mama, so much. Misses her so much, it got him to cryin’, sometimes. Kenny got real mad, when he got to cryin’. Would hit him upside the head. One time… one time, he hit him upside his head so hard, Levi had gone to sleep, and when he’d woke up, everythin’ was all tilty and weird, and it’d stayed that way a long while, too.

Levi’d been scared, but he hadn’t said nothin’ to Kenny, ‘cause he knew Kenny wasn’t like to care, either way.

Sometimes… sometimes Mama’s men would hit him too. Real hard like that. Hit him ‘till he’d go to sleep. They was meaner, even, than Kenny. Sometimes. Sometimes, they’d beat on him so bad, he’d go all black and blue, all over his body, and his mouth would fill up with blood, and he’d scream and cry. And Mama… she’d scream and cry also. She’d try sometimes to make her men stop, but all she ever got for it was a bloody mouth too.

Well… that was before.

But Mama’s gone now.

She got to bein’ sick. She just kept getting’ worse and worse, and after a while, she didn’t have the strength to even cry no more, or throw up a fuss when one ‘a her men got to wantin’ Levi, ‘stead ‘a her.

Levi don’t like to think ‘bout that time, too much. So he tries not.

Mama made him this doll. It was his. His doll.

He’d took it with him, when Kenny came and made him leave his and Mama’s home.

She’d made it outta’ rough cloth and filled it with straw. And Mama… Mama had been real good with a needle and thread. She’d stitched a little face on it, and hair made outta’ yarn, and she’d told Levi it was his, and he could name it whatever he liked.

Levi named it Mama, ‘cause he didn’t know no other name that felt suited. Mama had laughed and smiled at him when he told her. Had put her hand on his head and mussed up his hair.

Levi likes to think ‘a that. He likes those thoughts.

“Hey, brat… you listenin’ to me?” Kenny keeps talkin’ at him. “You deaf now, too?”

“… Mama said I was hands… handso…” can’t say the word.

“Handsome.” Kenny says it for him. And then he laughs. “Dumb brat. All mothers say shit like that to their kids. It’s practically a prerequisite for motherhood. Don’t mean it’s true.”

Levi frowns again. Somethin’ in his chest hurts, like it sometimes got to when Kenny said stuff like that. Stuff like… like his Mama was lyin’ to him.

“… I think you’re ugly.” He mutters.

“What was that?” Kenny asks. Levi hears him get up from where he was sittin’. Comin’ closer.

Levi feels himself lock up, a sick tickle through his tummy. He cringes away when Kenny’s shadow falls over him.

“… N-nothin’.” He stammers.

Kenny grabs him up by the shirt, lifts him off the floor.

“Didn’t sound like n-nothin’, boy. Wanna’ say it to my face?”

Levi turns his head away, tears burning his eyes.

“… No.”

“Didn’t think so.” Kenny spits. “Ugly and soft. Fuckin’ pitiful.”

Levi hangs there and hopes Kenny lets him go soon. Hopes Kenny leaves, ‘least for a while.

He hates bein’ alone, but Kenny was so mean.

Kenny don’t let him go.

“Look at you. Playin’ with dolls. The fuck’s wrong with you? You a faggot or somethin’?”

Levi don’t know what that is, ‘neither.

Kenny gives him a hard shake. And then he’s rippin’ his doll outta’ his hand, and Levi cries out, tryin’ to grab it back.

But Kenny drops him to the floor, then, and Levi don’t come up past his knee, and Kenny’s so tall, there ain’t no way… no way he can reach.

Tears fill his eyes, makin’ everythin’ fuzzy.

“Give it back.” He tries, grabbin’ hold of Kenny’s pants. “I-it’s mine.”

Kenny ignores him, holds the doll in his big hand and turns it this way and that, starin’ at it like he sometimes stares at Levi. Like it’s lackin’.

“The fuck you get this thing, anyway?” He asks. “You been draggin’ it ‘round the whole time I’ve had ya.”

Levi’s throat feels tight, his lip trembling.

“M-Mama… Mama made it for me.”

Kenny finally looks down at him, frown deepening.

“Did she, now?” He says. “That makes sense. Damn woman. All that softness you got in you, boy, you get it from her.”

Levi don’t know what he means by softness. Don’t care. He wants his doll. He tugs at Kenny’s pants again.

“Give it back. I-it’s mine.”

“Heh. Naw, don’t think so, brat. You ain’t gonna’ make it down here, you keep up with that faggoty shit. Little boy shouldn’t be playin’ with dolls, no how.”

And he turns, his long legs striding across the room, and Levi don’t even got time to react before Kenny throws Mama into the fire.

“NO!” He cries, running forward. But it’s too late. Mama’s on fire, burnin’ up quick as paper, gone in an instant.

He stands there, starin’ at the embers as they flare up, then die down, the loud, crackling pop filling the room.

Tears burn down his cheeks, his hands numb. He starts breathin’ funny. Fast and hard, head all light and dizzy.

“Watch’a gonna’ do about it, boy?” Kenny asks beside him. “I just burned your little dolly up, nice ‘an crisp. Don’t it make ya mad?”

Levi blinks, barely hearin’ him. Can’t move. He starts shakin’, numbness spreading to his lips, breathin’ faster.

“Well? Come on, Levi! Don’t it make ya mad!?”

And suddenly there’s a powerful grip crushing round his arm, yanking him up from the floor.

“Huh?! Come on! Get mad at me, boy!”

Kenny shakes him viciously, Levi limp and helpless in his grasp, chokin’ on his own spit. He gasps desperately, and Kenny sneers at him.

“Fuckin’ useless. Why won’t you do nothin’!? You ain’t gonna’ make it down here. I ain’t gonna’ keep stickin’ around for this shit. Show me somethin’ boy, or I swear, you’re on your own!”

Levi doesn’t… he don’t… don’t know what Kenny wants from him. He burned his doll. Burned it up. The only thing he had left of her. The only thing.

The back of Kenny’s hand comes against his face, and Levi starts to scream.

“Shut up! SHUT UP!” Kenny shakes him again, hits him again, and Levi just keeps screaming. Screaming and screaming until Kenny throws him to the ground.

Levi covers himself, arms over his head, voice high and loud in his own ears.

“Mama…” he cries. “Mama, Mama…”

“Fuckin’… You dumb bastard. She’s dead! Don’t you get it? Didn’t ya tell me so yourself? She’s fuckin’ dead and she ain’t comin’ back! You better toughen up, boy, or you’re gonna’ end up just like her!”

Levi thinks ‘bout tellin’ Kenny he wishes he would. He wants to go where Mama is. Wherever that is. He knows Kenny’ll just hit him again if he does.

He can’t stop cryin’, now, loud, gasping sobs, and he thinks Kenny’ll hit him anyway.

But Kenny just spits at him.

“God damn hopeless. Fuckin’ trash. Don’t wait up for me, you little shit. Makin’ me god damn question why I even bothered takin’ ya.”

He hears Kenny’s heavy footfalls across the floorboards. Hears the door open and slam shut behind him.

Levi’s fingers bury in his hair, tearing hard at it, pain burning through his scalp.

He wants his Mama.

He misses her so much.

He doesn’t know what he’s gonna’ do without her.

He doesn’t know what to do.

[slocumjoe]

PLeaLSE gage headcanons LITERALLY ANYTHING fluffy I BEG

*cracks knuckles*

Separated into normal, shippy, and miserable. Everything nasty is below the big red banner.

Will whistle at songbirds when he sees them, if its safe to do so/won't attract anything. Knows a lot of different calls/songs. One of the few times a random person will see him genuinely smile, is when he gets a back-and-forth with the little things.

Have said before, but enjoys whittling. Crotchety asshole, but he did it to make toys for his younger siblings (of which he had a lot) and friends. If a kid wanders up while he's doing it, curious, will offer to teach them how and gives them whatever it becomes. He doesn't need it, it's just wood. But it seems a waste to just chuck all that work in a bush or whatever.

Knows how to be helpful in a kitchen/campfire/general cooking affairs. Also said this before, was a mama's boy, and always helped her around the house. Very good knifework. Has a habit of going 'behind' whenever he's...well, behind someone while cooking. Their kitchen was small and god forbid you bump into Ma and she spills something.

Knows a lot about creepy-crawlies. Dislikes your standard wasteland bugs, but spiders, bees, ants, stick bugs, etc, from the Old World? Like snakes, very into them. Would be the type to approach arachnaphobes with his hands closed, telling them to guess what he had. It would be nothing. But you wouldn't know that from his grin.

Related, good with animals. He was raised on a farm, after all. Likes most of them. Out of all of the other companions, Dogmeat is the one he likes the most.

Also have said before, but will keep an eye on a buddy/associate/whatever if they're drunk. Like, Gage won't let you walk off with a stranger while you're pissed. And he certainly won't let a stranger walk off with you, if you catch my drift. He hates alcohol and alcohol drinkers, but fuck, he doesn't want that kind of shit happening. It's a remenent of being the eldest child, gotta look out for everyone even if they're pissing you off.

shippy stuff

Extremely physical, but reserved. Won't initiate anything, not even to hold hands. Rarely acts like he needs/enjoys it. It takes time for Gage to be open like that, visibly affectionate. Once he is, though, clingy. Cuddle-every-night kind of guy, doesn't understand why you'd sleep in the same bed if not touching.

Cat-like. Will kinda...nuzzle, bump their foreheads together, lean his head on theirs, etc. If this is brought up he will stop doing it forever.

Will fall asleep if given a massage. Gage would let someone touch him like that only if he trusts them more than himself. Its not a much bigger leap for him to fall asleep with his back to them.

Preferred sleeping position is laying on his partner in some capacity, either on their shoulder, chest, stomach...again, cat-like. Not often he initiates affection, but once he does, personal space is a foreign concept.

Hug-from-behinder

All of these have something to do with sleeping, you might notice. Gage does not let people see him sleep, know where he does it. The ultimate sign of trust from Gage is being unconscious around them. And if he wakes up unharmed, unfucked with? It would take a fucking lot for that person to lose his loyalty and love. They're basically married now.

Seriously, Gage doesn't do 'downtime'. He can't relax like that. It's his partner's presence that helps him feel safe enough to rest for the sake of resting. Doing nothing is more meaningful to Gage than doing anything. Gage is always going, or planning his 'going'. Getting him to stop is a triumph.

Will share food with them. Have half of this fruit, eat the rest of this stew, finish these eggs for him. Won't even realize he's doing it. Gage is kind of a control freak, always wants to make sure everything is running well, taken care of.

His partner helping him shave his hair. Just consider that. Consider them with their hand on his jaw, tilting his head. His stubble scratches their fingers. Their hand is so close to his throat, they could feel his slow pulse with one little movement. In their other palm is a razor. They stand behind him, diligently scraping. His eye is closed, his own hands idle in his lap. Maybe someone talks, maybe they don't. The bathroom is small and the door is closed, and Porter Gage gives them sharp metal and bares his throat.

^ this is the lewdest, vilest, indecent, most embarrassing thing I've ever written, and I once wrote a fic where character A was described as using character B's prostate as a "character V deserves better" button.

❗trigger warnings start here❗

S/A victim and will not recognize, acknowledge, process, or accept it

Part of the thing with Conner...Gage says how Conner made him feel, how closely they worked together. Even if you get that story out of him, he's not going to mention just how close they would get.

Same thing happened with Colter. Gage always wants to be close to the boss, the guy making the choices. He thinks its of his own volition with Colter—but either way, Conner and Colter got theirs. Regardless how Gage felt about it.

Had something of a drinking problem when he was younger. Did it mostly to feel mature, adult. This stopped when he joined his second raider gang, after the Conner incident.

Every so often, has an episode of some kind. Angry, manic, depressed, paranoid—its very rare but Gage gets into these spells that last about a month. They usually involve him looking over his shoulder, so to speak, looking at the path he took to get where he is. Looking at the shadow he has and the demons in it. Thats largely why Gage is a workaholic, always going. If he stops, he might glance at all of the shit he's been through, and he loses his mind for a while. No one knows, it's wholly private. Gets through his day normally. Its all in his head, no external expression. Nothing in his face, his tone, movement, behavior...you couldn't never see it. You'd only know if he told you. God knows he wouldn't.

Another thing he won't acknowledge—misses his family. Absolute fucking liar, he was really close to them before bailing out of the blue one night. He didn't think about it until he almost died to Conner, and had that one moment where he seriously regretted leaving, and wanted to go home. He rarely ever thinks about his family, and even more rare does he recognize the empty hole in his chest as homesickness. When he does, has one of those episodes.

These episodes end with Gage hardening even further. He shaves off a little more of his humanity each time, whatever he considers a weakness. Its just like whittling.

His emotional walls are a two-way street—it keeps everyone else out to protect himself, but it also cages him. Build up enough walls, you have a labyrinth. You'll lose your way around eventually. If not found by a Sole, or anyone else who befriends and gets close to him, Gage would end in a bad fucking place. Whether dead or alive, he would barely be a person. Just a husk with no rhyme or reason to what it did, running purely on autopilot. He's a raider, so he raids things. No thought of survival or anything like that anymore. Mechanically going through each day until he eventually died. He's about 3/4s of the way through this internal withering at the time of the Nuka World DLC.

[jiminrings]

478 remix aka yoongi endgame sneak peek :)

“What’s your husband’s name?” he suddenly asks, making you answer just as quickly because you thought he was changing the topic because he was getting uncomfortable.

“Jungkook.”

Yoongi smiles, patting you on the knee. “Jungkook would be there for you when it starts getting scary.”

“I don’t think he would be there for me,” you admit in a scoff, the sudden downpour of what seems to be your insecurities making your head hang to look at your hands. “What would you feel if your husband can’t go to your huge drama’s presscon because he celebrated his anniversary with his ex?”

Yoongi winces now that he’s given the context, making him whistle before downing his shot.

“Yikes.”

You nod in understanding because hearing it doesn’t really sound as pretty, an uneasy chuckle leaving you as you open up further. “We’re kinda going through a rough patch right now.”

“Divorce?”

“Maybe,” you reply. “Just a break from each other for a month. I’ll crash at a friend’s house tonight, wake up early tomorrow to get my stuff while Jungkook’s asleep, then go book a hotel room for a whole month or something.”

“So I can still be your side piece for a month?”

Yoongi’s funny. Too funny that it has you reconsidering for a moment.

Yoongi’s endearingly playful that it makes you laugh heartily, making you forget for a second that you thought you were just gonna come to the club with him to get some drinks and mope. “You’re annoying.”

“You didn’t say no, though.”

He definitely doesn’t have the full picture yet but he’s starting to piece it together. Yoongi will only take what you give and not overreach for any more because he doesn’t want to intrude, yet the question leaves him once again before he gets to think.

“He loves you though, right?”

“I don’t know either,” you mean it surely with your chest. You’ve always been sure of Jungkook but it’s this moment; this one pivotal moment where you needed him but he was unavailable, all for a reason you least expected. There’s guilt that sticks to your throat because you think you’re being irrational and selfish for what you’re about to say next, but you can’t swallow it; you need to spit it out to get rid of it. “I just feel so tired loving him.”

“I get that, I think,” he nods, eyes slowly blinking. “Is this the first time this happened?”

“The presscon for my big break or Jungkook meeting up with his ex?” you joke, looking down at him on your shoulder. You should push him off but truthfully, you don’t have the heart to. “The first that I know of,” you offer, voice dwindling in the realization. “Could’ve done it before. Fuck, he could even do it again.”

“You think Jungkook’s cheating on you with his ex?”

“I don’t really fucking know, Yoongi,” you exhale, pinching the bridge of your nose. He’s only speaking the thoughts you can’t begin to enunciate so you can’t even bring yourself to become angry with him, resorting to biting your cheek. 

He’s never been cheated on before but it doesn’t take a genius to know that it would hurt, even just the very concept of it done by your beloved husband. You’ve obviously been through a lot from this day alone that Yoongi’s heart quite literally aches for you, his concern manifesting into an innocent hand on your knee, rubbing circles to calm you.

What he fails to notice is that only thirty feet away from you is a struggling media entertainment intern that’s desperate for his news breakthrough, having half the mind to wander into a club to blow off some tension.

Thirty feet away from you is a desperate, struggling intern who has the newest version for a phone and has zoom on his camera. 

Thirty feet away from you, and perhaps either thirty minutes or thirty days away from you, is a snowball waiting to happen. But you don’t know, and neither does Yoongi.

“Hey Y/N?” Yoongi nudges you with a slightly voice that’s increasing in concern, slowly fixing his posture until he’s sat properly on the booth.

“Hmm?”

“What does Jungkook look like?”

“Big nose and big, big round eyes,” you describe, tilting your head at what other features make him distinct. “On the buffer side. Has a tattoo sleeve.”

“That checks out,” Yoongi nods at you robotically, humming with no tune to it. “Your husband’s here and I think he wants to kill me.”

The sentence alone makes you straighten your posture, whipping your eyes around to see correctly enough, Jungkook marching towards you. He looks broody, the way he walks to you determined not helping your inner thoughts either.

He gets to you even before you could exit to save yourself from the scene he’s unlikely to cause but you’re still willing to avoid, the voice getting caught in your throat when he wastes no greetings.

“You’re drunk. Let’s go home.”

“Yeah, she kinda went crazy on the gin,” Yoongi inserts himself to the conversation, nodding and saying the truth to ease the situation he’s just known of minutes ago.

Jungkook clenches his jaw, snapping before he belatedly gives Yoongi a pointed glare.

“Shut the fuck up. I wasn’t talking to you.”

The sight of your husband is meant to give you comfort but looking at him now, you’re filled with nothing but ire. The same person who drove all this way to pick you up is the same person who skipped your monumental event and moment of need for him because he had plans with Sora.

You’re under the influence of alcohol but it does little to cloud your judgement, the pent-up frustration in your head descending all the way down to your throat and into your chest.

“I’m not going home,” you spit, dodging Jungkook’s hand that begs to gently pick up your hand so he can lead you away from here. “I’m staying the night at Yoongi’s.”

The club’s packed. Overwhelmingly noisy, frustratingly bright and dark at the same time. Jungkook’s always hated this atmosphere but he had braved it just to fetch you and yet here you are — uttering words he had never expected to hear in his lifetime.

Yoongi’s home isn’t his. The address to Min Yoongi’s house isn’t the same one that you have on your driver’s license and your passport that validate your proof of residence. Min Yoongi is not Jeon Jungkook; he is not your husband, the other name on the lease of your apartment, nor your emergency contact.

Your home is with him, not Yoongi.

“You’re not staying the night at his house.”

“You are?”

Both Jungkook and Yoongi speak at the same time, making you look down on the ground. It was only an impulsive thought at the start because it was either live out the entirety of the break in the other room of your apartment or stay with your parents, the wildcard decision being renting out a hotel room even with the threat of your location being leaked.

It’s a huge favor to ask, one you don’t think neither you or Yoongi could fully commit to. It doesn’t matter though, not when you’re filled with so much hatred for Jungkook that you can’t even talk to him without the urge to clench your jaw.

“Didn’t you tell Sora that you were single? Go sleep where you want and perhaps even with who you want,” you grind your teeth, pulling Yoongi up by the elbow. He looks awfully confused and caught between the two of you, but you literally have the upper hand now when he obliges to follow you by himself. “I’m single too.”

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OFFSCREEN POST

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Keldeo’s hooves thundered against the ice, causing it to crack and crumble away under the sheer force- but the young legendary was too fast to be taken down with it. August tightened their grip on their steed’s mane, flattening themself against his back to hold against the velocity of the wind threatening to send them tumbling off.

Kyurem hovered just up ahead, temporarily stunned by an earlier assault from Keldeo. In that moment, August knew- this was their chance. They wouldn’t get another shot like this. If they didn’t split the dragons right now, then the fate of Unova was decided.

Bracing themself to jump, August readied themself just as Keldeo went galloping over the edge, the bridge of ice shattering to pieces below him. No turning back.

Time seemed to slow down. In those final, pivotal seconds, August sucked in a deep breath, before giving the command in one final shout-

“SECRET SWORD!”

Rearing his head back, Keldeo let out an echoing bray as a radiant, crystallized blade sprouted from his horn. Kyurem looked up just in time to see him hovering overhead, golden eyes widening as the trainer and legendary dived in.

With a swing of his head, Keldeo sliced straight through Kyurem’s chest, leaving a cut where beams of dazzling light would pour from. As the mighty dragon let out a prolonged, agonized screech, August leaped off just as Keldeo began to fall- grabbing onto Kyurem’s chest spike and dangling from it.

Moving purely on instinct, their hand dove into their pocket, snatching a syringe-like device- the DNA Splicers. The new set that Colress had made in such notice. Whether or not they actually worked, the scientist couldn’t have said, but August didn’t have time to worry about that right now. They lifted it above the cut, and with as much force as they could muster, stabbed it straight into the god’s heart.

After that, everything fell silent. Deadly silent. For that split moment, August’s felt a jolt of panic within them when nothing happened- thinking maybe the splicers hadn’t worked, or they’d done something wrong.

Then, light swallowed them. It was blinding, and August felt everything at once- it burned like flames, crackled like lightning, stung like frost. It was all so much- they hadn’t even realized their hold on the dragon’s chest had slipped and they’d began to fall.

Kyurem’s roar shook the heavens, reaching the moon and the stars beyond as its form began to divide. It ripped as seamlessly as paper, leaving three pieces behind to plummet to the earth. Long after its bellow of defeat had dwindled into nothing, August could still feel the Original Dragon’s pain echo in their eardrums, piercing into their very soul. It’d been a cry of relief, yet one of sorrow. One of joy and gratitude, yet once of remorse and pain.

In their fall, they blinked away tears that ascended from their eyes in glistening droplets, feeling a heaviness settle inside their chest. In those last moments of consciousness, they had one last thought, a whispered question that no one would answer- “Have I done the right thing?”

•

“August?”

“August, wake up...”

“It’s over now. You did it. You won.”

“Come on kid, wake up…”

“August? Hey, c-come on, we just beat that thing, you- you can’t…”

“August!”

Brown eyes shot awake, and the young trainer jolted in the arms of someone they couldn’t see. But there was a warmth, a familiar warmth- they looked down, seeing a red jacket sleeve, then moved their eyes up to see its wearer.

Hugh sucked in a sharp inhale, his face lighting up upon seeing his best friend awake. It was a rare expression August wasn’t used to seeing on him- usually he carried this furious scowl or a brooding frown, but now, he actually smiled.

“Oh thank gods, you’re-” he stammered, letting out a shaky chuckle and moving his wrist up to wipe away some stray tears. He stopped, though, when he noticed this unreadable, entranced glaze over August’s eyes. “H-hey, you okay there?”

“You’re…” August trailed off dazedly, tilting their head to the side as they tried to find the words. “I’ve… never seen you smile like that before.”

Hugh just gave them a bewildered blink, before he just blurted out a laugh and face-palmed at their remark. “You’re a dumbass.”

The sound of his laughter making them feel a bit lighter, August smiled up weakly at him, before glancing to the side and noticing two others- a distinct duo of pink and green hair.

“N? Blake?” They mumbled, relief swelling in their chest at the sight of the two older trainers. “You guys are okay!”

“Yeah…” N sighed, shrugging a little and giving them a tired half-grin. “Sorry about the whole attacking you thing. I don’t… exactly remember what happened?”

“Yeah, me neither,” Blake mumbled sheepishly, shifting on their feet and rubbing the back of their head. “But you did good, kiddo. Sorry we only got in your way. I just remember hearing Reshiram’s voice, and… everything kinda went blank.”

“You don’t have to apologize for being mind controlled,” August huffed lightheartedly, sitting up beside Hugh and slightly leaning on him. “I’m just glad you guys are back to your old selves…”

“Trust me, we are too,” said Blake, before they stood up straight and pointed somewhere off to the side. “Oh, and look who else is!”

Eyes following their finger, August let out a joyful gasp when they were greeted by not only Keldeo and the other Swords of Justice standing before them- but the faces of Reshiram and Zekrom, as well. Finally two again- and gazing softly down at August with thanks.

With an excited whinny, Keldeo bucked before he cantered over to August, giving their face an affectionate bump with his wet nose. They giggled, reaching their hands up to scratch his neck. “Hey buddy,” they greeted him, pressing their forehead against his. “You were great out there. You sure made your mentors proud, huh?”

Cobalion crooned in agreement, strolling forwards and lowering his head down to August’s height. Surprised by the gesture from the usually standoffish Legendary, they reached a hand out hesitantly towards him, before carefully gripping on one of his horns as he helped pull them back onto their feet. They wobbled a bit upon standing up, but with a little support from Hugh they managed to steady themself.

“I am deeply sorry for ever doubting you,” Cobalion apologized sincerely, stepping back and rising to his full height once more. “It… would seem that I have some reconsidering to do in terms of my views on humanity as a whole… but what I can say for certain- Keldeo is unbelievably lucky to have a Chosen like you.”

“Thank you…” August acknowledged his praise with a respectful nod, before their eyes turned back to the dragons towering over the rest of the group.

“We must express our gratitude as well,” Zekrom stated, taking a step forwards along with her brother, remaining cautious of where they moved due to their gargantuan size.

“Had it not been for you, we would have likely razed the region we hold so dearly to the ground under Kyurem’s command…” Reshiram murmured rather sorrowfully, averting his gaze to his feet.

Casting a sympathetic gaze to the pair of divine creatures, August offered them a smile of understanding, trying to assure them it wasn’t their fault. But at the mention of Kyurem, their expression shifted into one of concern, and they took a quick glance around the area for any sign of the third dragon. “Wait a minute… where is Kyurem?”

Reshiram and Zekrom became uncomfortably silent at that question, meanwhile August’s human companions all shared a look of cluelessness, wondering the same thing as well.

“We don’t know,” Hugh admitted. “When they all separated again, there was this big explosion, and… well, it definitely wasn’t there when we found Zekrom and Reshiram unconscious.”

“Maybe it went back home?” Blake suggested with a shrug. “Either way, I don’t think it’s gonna bother us again, so that’s a good thing- right?”

“I suppose so…” N mumbled, a finger raising to his chin in thought. “But I can’t say I don’t feel uneasy leaving it to roam unchecked.”

“Yeah…” August mumbled, awkwardly rubbing their arm. “It’s just that… when I struck Kyurem with the DNA splicers, it sounded like it was in so much pain… For a second there, it almost made me wonder if I’d done the right thing by separating it.”

“Of course you did,” Blake calmly assured them, crossing their arms and gesturing towards Reshiram. “You saved our dragons- and that thing would’ve used them to flatten Unova if you hadn’t.”

“I-I know, but-…never mind.” With a sigh of defeat, August dropped the subject and waved a hand dismissively. “I dont think Kyurem should have to suffer either,” they kept the words they wanted to say confined within their thoughts. This seemed like something they could worry about later- right now, they just wanted to finally enjoy this short period of peace with their friends that they’d gone through hell to earn.

N furrowed his brows in concern, before exchanging a look with Blake. The two almost seemed to communicate something silently, but before August could ask what they were both thinking the pair of Chosens had already moved on from it.

“Welp, no point hanging around here,” Blake declared, placing their hands on their hips. “Are you kids alright? That must’ve been a nasty fight, you don’t need a hospital or anything?”

After mulling it over for a second, August simply shook their head. “No, I feel totally fine actual- Woahh-!!” They were soon to be corrected when they took a step forward, only for their ankle to give out under them and send them teetering forwards. Thankfully, Hugh caught them with lightning fast reflexes. “…Okay no, yeah, I need a doctor.”

“Alright, hang in there,” Blake just chuckled, offering them another arm to lean on as they helped lead the kid over to Reshiram. Meanwhile, N watched all of them with a fond smile, the sight of his little group back together bringing warmth to his heart after these… hectic last few weeks.

He could hardly believe it. It was finally over. Plasma had been disbanded once more, another crisis had been averted… there was still this gnawing feeling inside him, filling him with anxiety that another crazy twist would be thrown their way… but he knew that feeling would go away with time. Right now, in this moment, everything was fine. Everyone was safe. For now, he was just going to relish that.

Feeling a tug at his boot, he glanced down to see none other than a certain shiny Zorua nipping at his laces- Nyx. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he kneeled down to give the little Dark-Type some scratches behind the ear, to which she enthusiastically leaned into.

The poor thing was scruffier than she’d been last time he’d seen her, visibly shaken by that big near-calamity and patches of dirt caked in her dark fur- but other than that, it was clear August had taken good care of the little one in his absence. He’d have to make time to thank them later.

For a moment, he pulled his eyes away from the kit, and stared rather absentmindedly across the desolate fields Kyurem had left in its rampage. After all of this, there was only one last loose end remaining…

Sage Rood and the other ex-grunts had sworn to him that they’d do everything in their power to rescue any and all Pokémon that’d fallen into Team Plasma’s grasp. They’d assured them that- no matter how long it took, no matter who they had to track down or how far- they’d get Nox back for him.

He trusted their word, of course, but… there was this voice haunting him, this creeping fear that made him wonder if it was too late. It might’ve very well been his Zoroark in disguise, taking that Hydreigon’s Hyper Beam in Blake’s place…

A startled yip from Nyx was what caught him before he spiraled into grief and panic over his missing Pokémon- when he looked down, he was to be surprised as well by sight of his Zorua companion having… duplicated?

Nyx stared at her doppelganger with dumbfounded eyes, while the second Zorua simply licked at its fur casually without a care in the world. N’s mouth hung open as he tried to make sense of the sight before him- was he just seeing things, or had another shiny Zorua really just appeared out of the blue…?

Before he could question the little creature, it shot him a devious smirk and bounced back up onto its paws. His shock would only increase tenfold when the Zorua was swallowed by shadows, its form changing and growing into a larger one.

From the illusion, emerged a Zoroark. Long mane of red, with new scars burned along the right side of its face, shoulder, and arm- but despite all the changes, N would recognize those sharp eyes anywhere, even after two years apart.

He froze stiff, his voice coming out in a murmur of disbelief. “…Nox…?”

Without a word, a grin spread across the fox’s face before he quickly tackled the young man to the ground, wrapping his fuzzy arms around him in a tight hug. N was quick to return it, a shaky sob escaping him when he was overwhelmed by the feeling of his companion’s warmth he’d missed for so long.

“You’re back!” he exclaimed, sitting up and ruffling the Pokémon’s mane. Nox let out an excited bark, nuzzling against him as N waved to get Blake’s attention. “Blake, look!”

Looking up from helping lift August onto Reshiram’s back, a gasp escaped Blake upon seeing the familiar Zoroark at his side. Their eyes watering up and a smile breaking across their face, they quickly jogged over with their arms outstretched. “Nox! Oh my gods, you’re alive- oof-!”

They were abruptly cut off by Nox jumping up onto them, causing them to topple over backwards and thump across the ground. Blake just giggled and accepted it though, squishing their face against his as they squeezed their arms around his shoulders. “Haha, I missed you too!”

August watched the scene with a somber smile from the back of Reshiram as Nox continued to leap around the two older trainers, before he just resorted to grabbing each of their arms pulling them both in for a group hug. For a moment, August’s gaze trailed off to the side, and they swore they saw a trio of shadowy figures looming from atop a nearby cliff in the corner of their eye- but they were gone by the time August tried to focus on them.

As if seeming to know exactly what they were thinking, Hugh crossed his arms and followed his friends’ gaze towards the same cliff. “So, where do you think Colress and the triad went…?”

“You don’t know?” asked August, looking back down at him.

“Nope. They were all just kinda gone after you beat Kyurem.”

Had August not been too utterly tired to care, they probably would’ve been a bit more worried about the absence of the four shady individuals than they felt. But they just decided to brush it aside for now- Team Plasma was gone, if not then probably in the process of crumbling at this very moment, so it’s not like any of them had anywhere to go to cause more trouble.

“I hate to say it, but… we kinda owe him for making us those new DNA Splicers, don’t we?” Hugh suggested.

“Not when he was partially the reason Ghetsis had the means to fuse the dragons in the first place,” August scoffed. “If anything, that was him paying us back for all the trouble.”

“Touché.”

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[chrisodonline]

"Work with the guy but don't let him shoot you in the back of the head." Lolz, Sam! It's like you actually WERE in the last episode!

"Everyone has a tell."

OMG! Classic Sallen! I love that Sam has a tell, and G has a tell. And they both realize it, but the other refuses.

"Giggles."

"Tilty."

I LOVE THEM FOREVER!

Also, I love that they acknowledged Callen's giggle. Because his giggle is Chris O'D's giggle, and it is the cutest Winnie-the-Pooh-esque giggle ever.

OVERWATCH! Jargon Bingo Card!

[luxmaeastra]

Neculai moved through the colony, blood under his booths as his siblings moved through the home. He'd done this by the rules, allowed them their pride.

But they hadn't turned their sister over. So he'd called on the Old Laws and decided to take her. Terresan would survive but he'd make sure they knew this had become personal.

He moved through the winding hallways and streets. He found her to his surprise caged down. Her music tasted sour, aggrieved.

He knelt before her pulling them apart and dragging her closer. Inhaling her scent.

"This is your fault -"

The tears in her eyes didn't fall, she only stared wide eyed at him. But she wasn't scared, just mournful.

"I would have gone if they'd allow it. I would have done anything to save my family from this."

He gripped her hand and dragged her to her feet. Moving her through the rooms to where the royal rooms were. At that she began to resist.

"Are we not going to your home? Are we -"

He turned to her pulling her close, the music was still so soft. Like the sound of a brook or leaves rustling in the wind.

"This is your kingdom and you will claim it"

He tiltied his head, his eyes finally taking her in. Taking the soft pieces of her body he couldn't wait to taste.

"Will you at least tell me your name? Besides if your scent stays here they may submit and stop trying to die for a lost cause."

The price to pay was worth it, to know her family was alive and would live on. Live on, the pain tore through her as she now stood within a breath's distance from him. So close to the royal chambers, to the place only those permitted to be were allowed.

Claim her kingdom, he wanted her to claim it. He wanted her to turn from her family, but also stop them from doing what they believed was right. Tears fell down her cheeks, he may see her cry but he would never know how much pain she felt, or how broken her heart was.

"You invaded my home, yet you don't even know my name? You claim this is all my fault, but you don't even know me?" She frowned, stepping back as much as she could. "Why should they submit, they are only trying to do what is right: fight for their family, those they love."