#if the eyes remind you of blood bunny its because i was inspired

[ickyguts]

You're a goddamn killer, son.

[riku-writings]

ADMIRATION

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader likes to fantasize about The Home Economics Club Leader's Hands.

Warnings: Smut with a smol plot, Fingering.

A/n: I am not really sorry about this ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡,,, inspired by that one megumi oneshot in wattpad that i read ages ago. . .((edited hundred times since i just realized now that some of the smut parts were messed up even though i checked it multiple times,,, I'm sorry for the confusion i hope i got the order right ಠ,_｣ಠ)

Wc; 2k

It started with just an innocent admiration of him being a charming dude, that's all. The guy's a good student, an overall husband material with his sewing and cooking skills. He was heaven sent with his overall visual ( dyed hair, piercings and his eyebrow slits). Everyone knows he's a delinquent because of that Pehyan dude who would fight with Yasuda-San just to excuse mitsuya out of the club. Despite his delinquent bg, Mitsuya was respectful and patient. Making every girl and boy swoon over him.

A bad boy with a soft hubby side. Best of both worlds they would say.

You were part of it. The Home Economics Club, they were lying if the whole club wasn't a simping club for the one and only Mitsuya Takashi. It was only yasuda and you who took the club for extra credits. The others well, you could say they were there to see him. Eitherway everyone was cooperative and hardworking.

Not only were you with him in that club. You were his classmate. Even better, his seatmate. You always get a view of his charming side profile.

You find yourself just staring at his features, from his long lashes to his pointed nose, down to his lips. Sometimes his tongue would dart out, out of pure concentration. (You noticed this whenever you try and get his attention to check your work in the club)

Your eyes always latching itself down to his hands. Not that you're a complete freak but you appreciate it. Like if someone asked you what body part attract you the most. You would definitely answer, hands.

His hands were the prettiest especially when its enclosed with those rings that has a cross engrave on it. It was veiny, fingers elongated and a bit bony. Nails cleanly cut. His wrist always had a silver bracelet on it. You don't know why was that attractive.

You had an unpopular opinion that it was soft to touch. You wonder if your thoughts were true. You can feel yourself blush at the thought of him just holding your hand.

You can't help it but you just stare at them with pure admiration. Due to this, you noticed how he liked twirling a pen around his middle and index finger. Fascinated, you tried it once, though you failed. You not knowing he was looking at your failed attempts. Grinning.

"y/n are you listening?" A voice called pulling you out of your own embarassing thoughts. You look up at the owner of the hands you've been staring at for a while now.

"U-uhm yes?"

"Tell me how did you end up with this then?" Mitsuya raises his brow, your messed up fabric lifted up by him. The girls around you giggled at your clumsy behaviour. You retrieved it. "Ehm, I'm sorry leader can you explain it again?"

"Alright, listen this time dummy" He says with a teasing grin, ruffling your hair gently. He sat next to you. Using the seam ripper to remove your mistakes. You just stared at his fingers pointing at where you should redo it.

You wondered how he would shove it in your mo—

You mentally slapped yourself. As you crossed your legs together at the sudden image that came over your mind. "You okay? y/n?" Mitsuya stared at you noticing how you pressed your thighs together. "Hmhm" You responded.

"Leader! can you check this?" Another called out for mitsuya. He stood up and pats your shoulder.

"alright, I'll leave it to you then" He smiled.

The next days you tried to scold your mind for having intrusive thoughts of Mitsuya and his hands. Unfortunately, your mind developed a sudden kink with it. Making every imaginary situation more. . . . lewd.

"Hey Y/n! Hold up your hand" Your classmate suddenly called you lifting his hand towards yours. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, since he's been busy tryna do that with the other girls this morning. "Eh? I don't want to." You replied.

"Bet if mitsuya did it, y/n would do it!" Another classmate of yours shouted from the back. You raised your middle finger, continuing on cramming your homework.

"Leader~ Can you do that for us~" The boys teasingly called mitsuya. Who was back from his lunch raising an eyebrow at them. Hands pocketed "Do what?"

"We're just comparing hand sizes" They shrugged lifting up their hands. "Y/n won't let us~~"

"Eh? Stop bothering y/n." Mitsuya say in his deep voice his feet landing a hit on their butts, before proceeding to you. The men in the back groaned.

Bending to meet your gaze. He grinned "Now you owe me, work on your missed templates with me later" The lilac haired boy reminded. You just rolled your eyes on him mocking a tongue out. He chuckled. "And I thought you just saved me, leader."

You stayed with him in the club room. Doing your templates beside him. Him just handstitching a bunny like doll. The room slowly darkening as the sun sets. He turned on a lamp beside his table. Slowly the other girls started to leave the club room, waving their goodbye's to Mitsuya.

"Hmmmm you've been spacing out lately, are you okay?" He coughed softly referring to your messed up works recently. Eyes going to you.

"Me? spacing out?" You acted dumb, you scoffed in a fake manner. Brushing your hair with your fingers to shake off your stiffening state.

Not meeting any of his gaze, you just continued to sketch.

Did he figure it out? Did he catch me staring at his hands? Nah I need to stop overthinking.

"Alright then." Silence invaded the whole club room again. Your eyes roamed around realizing the rest of the girls left already leaving you two alone.

"Hold your hand up." Mitsuya suddenly commanded. Eyes going to him, you raised your brow. "I wanna know— our hand difference." He explained raising his hand infront of you. Placing his doll down the table.

"You know the boys in our class are just a bunch of perverts right?" Speaking like a fucking hypocrite, your actions didn't match up with your words. Almost instinctively, you faced him holding them up. He pressed his against yours.

Your insides melt at this gesture. Your theory confirmed that he has actually, soft hands.

"You have cute small hands" His lips curled up, slowly his fingers intertwined with yours, locking it with his. "Well yours rough" You lied, cheeks burning as you looked at your connected hands. "Is that so?"

Abruptly, mitsuya pulled you close to him. Making your other hand rest on top of his shoulder. His face centimeters away yours. Lips almost brushing.

"So is this what they're trying to do with you?" He asks in a low voice his eyes piercing through you. Craning his neck, curious.

"Yeah. . . " You broke eye contact. "Good thing I stopped them." He chuckled, eyes closing. He leaned back. Patting your head.

Funnily, that interaction with him didn't stop your thoughts. Actually it made your whole dirty secret worse. Just seeing him tapping his fingers on his lips as his chin rested on his palm. Made your mind run thoughts about the things his hands would do to you.

You leaned back looking around the morning peace in the clubroom. You were always the first one to go here. Since it's more quiet that way.

You closed your eyes craning your neck side to side. Loosening up a bit.

What would his fingers feel wrapped around your neck— no. no.

You shifted on your seat, pressing your thighs together. Mentally slapping yourself.

Changing your attention, your sight caught your pen. Picking it up you tried to do that cool trick again. Trying to twirl it around in between your middle and index finger.

"Ohhh you're trying to do it again?" Mitsuya popped out of nowhere. You jolted a bit, making him laugh. You clearly didn't see him coming in.

He hovered behind you, his chest pressed on your back as he rested his hand on your desk right beside yours. He leaned in observing your half-done project. "Again?" You asked head turning towards his face.

"Well I saw you trying to do this"

He pulled his other hand up grabbing your pen, his fingers did it in ease. "no need to brag leader-san" You tell him grabbing your pen back. "Looks like you're gonna stay with me again later" Mitsuya mentioned pointing at your work.

After classes you proceeded to your clubroom already, knowing you're gonna take so long with your project. Though you were greeted by yasuda leaving you with her tasks because apparently she also had friday plans like the others. The others always had friday plans that it would leave you, yasuda and mitsuya with the work.

"It's okay yasuda-san! I promise to clean up and remind leader to lock the door!" You assured her, she then finally nodded. "Fine fine— Also don't let that slimy delinquent distract leader" She added, you nodded giving her a big thumbs up, she then waved her hands leaving you all alone with the mess of excess papers and fabric from this morning.

You tied your hair as you clean up the place before doing your own project. You actually sat on the front desk as you look around feeling satisfied. Finally continuing your hand stitch. (You gave up after breaking 3 needles into half with your machine.)

You stay seated on the front desk, comfortably doing your own project. Humming a few songs here in there. The door then slid open.

"I'm guessing yasuda san has plans?" Mitsuya came in seeing you on his desk. "yup" You nodded eyes focused on your stitch. Sudden fingers gripped your knees.

"You should stop manspreading in that skirt" He scolded you pushing your knees together. You shivered at his touch against your skin. Due to this sudden awareness of his hand still gripping your lower thighs— you accidentally pricked your finger on a needle.

"Ouch." You hissed as you saw your finger starts to ooze out blood. "You're so clumsy" Mitsuya clicked his tongue removing the cloth on your hands bringing it down to the side. He grabbed your hand and started sucking on your finger.

"U-uhm" You widened your eyes as you saw the sight of mitsuya sucking your index finger. You blushed profusely at this. "Eh? I- I — you didn't have to do that" He finally let go of your finger.

"I don't have bandages on me—plus that always does the trick" He says wiping it. You just nodded looking around. "Tsk what is it that got you distracted again hm?" He questions furrowing his brows he leaned closer to you. He layed his hands on the table, locking you in.

"Ugh you really want me to say it huh?" You groaned. He craned his neck to the side. Waiting for you to continue. "Okay— I may have a small admiration towards your hands. . ."

"Admiration?"

"Well it was honestly innocent at first until it got all dirty and as much as I wanted to get it out of my head you suddenly do things to me"

"And what was my hands doing?"

"Mitsuya . . "

"No dove tell me" He said as the choice of endearment shoot straight to your core. Making you shift on your seat.

"hm shoving it in my mou—"

Mitsuya shoved his middle and index finger inside your mouth. Your cheeks burn at the sudden action. His other hand held your waist, holding you closer. "You like this?" He asked with hooded eyes. Your tongue twirled around his finger, he slowly discarded them letting out a popping sound as it came out of your lips. Feeling your chest warmed up down to your lower belly.

"Is this why you're so distracted lately? because you're too busy thinking about my hands?" He then held your chin with his fingers as he hummed. Lips inching closer to yours. You just nodded feeling feverish. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Once again you nodded. You can feel the growing lust underneath your skirt. Pressing your thighs together to relief the heat. Mitsuya following the movement. His eyes went back to pierce through yours.

"Say please" He smugly commanded. You pouted.

He taps your lips. Wetting it with your own spit.

"Please kiss me."

Mitsuya leaned in to claim your lips, you lightly gasped as his lips finally touch yours. Closing your eyes, you melt into his kiss. He smirked at his before his hand on your waist went up to your hair tie, pulling it to let your hair flow against your shoulders.

He then licked your lips, instinctively you opened your mouth allowing him to enter his warm wet muscle inside. You whimpered at this, feeling your feverish state get warmer. Spreading all over your body. He caressed your cheek as he kissed you deeper. His other hand caressing your side, slightly brushing up against your chest. You hummed against his lips.

Biting onto your bottom lip he licked it. Before leaning back, placing a soft kiss on yours before taking in your whole panting visual.

"Do you want me to touch you, dove?" He questions, his thumb now pressing onto your bottom lip. His left hand went down on your thighs, softly pinching them.

"Please touch me, takashi"

With that his fingers indulged inside the band of your damp underwear. "Hm you're so wet, princess" He hummed letting his finger brushed up against your folds. You squirmed under his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Is this what you're thinking about in class?" He whispered next to your ear, placing a hot kiss on your cheek. You nodded, biting onto your red lips. As his middle finger continued to slide so easily with your wet slick. Up and down teasing both of your sensitive clit and your pleading hole.

You then felt the pad of his fingers teasing circles on your entrance, you looked at him with glossed eyes. He licked his lips seeing you practically begging for it.

His other hand held the back of your knees spreading your legs to gain more access. You leaned back supporting your weight with your hands.

Letting your skirt ride up, He bit his lips as he saw your ruined flimsy panties with his hand in it. You just looked at him with a pout wanting his fingers to penetrate your hole. "Please" You plead him trying to grind into his hand. Without caution he plunged his two fingers in your heat.

You bit back a moan. "Don't hold back now, dove." He said with a smug as he felt your hole clench around his fingers. "I-I can't takashi" You say feeling little under him. He chuckled at your pouting lips before placing a kiss on them. "Acting shy now huh"

Mitsuya curled his fingers inside making you squirm. "Don't move." He warned before pounding his hand into your writhing pussy. His long fingers hitting your soft spot almost immediately. You moaned letting your forehead clash itself against his. "You're taking my fingers so well baby. So noisy" He said referring to the slick slapping sounds of your wet pussy. You blushed at this ashamed on how you were making a mess on his hands.

"Aa you're so lewd— bet you've touched yourself multiple times thinking about this" He said adding another finger in your hole easily. You sobbed at the sudden feeling of fullnes inside "Hmm too much"

"Too much? you're a good girl you can take it" He says kissing your cheek once agaib. He thrusted his three fingers into your hole curling it up to feel your spongey walls clenching into him tighter.

"Mmn t-takashi—k-kiss" You mumbled feeling yourself itching up to your own orgasm.

"You want a kiss baby hm?" He hummed as his thrusts got harder and faster. Knuckles deep, the tip of his fingers hitting your sensitive spot. You purred nodding, He kissed your lips deeply making your moans muffled. You felt hot inside you as you panted trying to comprehend everything that he was doing to you. With that you felt your orgasm continue to build up. Your head leaned back breaking off his kiss, grinding back into his hand. Mitsuya felt yourself tighten continuing to hit on your sweet spot. Your own wetness beginning to drip down.

His thumb finally taking notice of your abandoned nub. He played with it. You squirmed as you feel it burn against his thumb.

"'m close" You squeak biting onto your lips. "Go on baby cum on my fingers" He said littering kisses on your neck, hands pounding into you harshly. With those words and his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit. Your thighs started to fidget. You closing your eyes shut as you panted.

You came onto his fingers. You let out a whiny moan as His fingers slowly ride out your high.

"Good girl" He said pulling his fingers out your panties. Your eyes opened seeing him cleaning his fingers clean with his tongue. He smirked as you lolled your tongue out. He placed his fingers on your tongue, letting you lick and suck them clean.

"You look so pretty like that, dove" He say as you finished pulling his fingers out popping out of your lips. He held your waist with his arms, moving you closer again. Leaning in to kiss you softly this time on your forehead. "How was that?"

"Better than what I imagined actually"

"C'mon it looks like we have friday plans too" Mitsuya said kissing your lips. Bringing you down the table. You smiled.

[emilythecosmicbun]

Creepypasta OCs.

Any updates information is on Wattpad WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

TW BLOOD, ABUSE MENTION

cottontailprincess is my Instagram and Emilythecosmiccat is my username on some art websites.

They/Them pronouns please

do not sexualise me, my characters or my boyfriend please he isn’t comfortable with that.

okay so these are my two vent ocs.

Emily/Elliot (Bunny.)

one of them, as you know, is my impure agere oc, representing all the sad and flashback parts of everything. I made them to help cope with my thoughts and feelings. They are based off of my appearance and my trauma. They age up with me.

BASIC INFO

Full Name: Emily/Elliot Bunzelle but prefers just Emily or Elliot.

Nickname(s): Bunny, Emmy, El, Em, Princess, Prince, Princette

Meaning of name: Emily (from Urban Dictionary.) An Emily is someone who is crazy inside and out. She knows who her friends are and try’s hard to look after them. She is very pretty but doesn’t always know that. She isn’t always the most popular, but to her that doesn’t matter. She has friends from all ages and they all adore her. She hides her feelings however upsetting they may be.

Meaning of name: Elliot (Urban Dictionary) Elliot is a true master at caring. He teaches how to love and be loved. A man of honour a man of steal. He's as handsome as a Greek God, as strong as diamond, as compassionate as a saint and is as gentle as a father's touch. Elliot possesses a magic within to create a vision in the eyes of all, leaving them stunned at how brilliant and perfect Elliot truly is. A leader, a spirit lifter, a lover, a giver, an Elliot'll leave you speechless with his being, his essence.

Gender: Non-Binary

Pronouns: They/Them

Age:

Currently 19, same as IRL me, though they physically and mentally regress to younger ages, so their age varies. Their main ages are variants of 1+

Date of Birth:

August 21st (Body born in 2001)

Race/Species: English and a Spirit or Entity.

Native language: English (as in England English.)

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Bisexual Personality: Silly, playful, honest, caring, childish, bratty, stubborn, sweet.

Are They Dead: No but they aren't alive either. Somewhere in between.

Any Mental Health Issues?

C-PTSD, due to multiple traumatic events. They frequently experience multiple flashbacks and nightmares, and is usually terrified of leaving their safe space unless it’s with Stedge, even then, they panic.

Triggers: Listed Here. Triggers page on my Carrd.

Powers/Special Abilities: Can float slightly off the ground, is able to phase through walls, spew blood at will, and look "alive" when speaking and comforting children, or just around those they trust.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Very young child:  Short but very curly/wavy brown hair, a bit lighter than when they are in older looking forms. They wear a pink dress with a white shirt under, and black school shoes. However, they can also just wear a sonic shirt and leggings, or a skirt.

Child:  They can vary but their usual look is long curly/wavy brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, blood on their mouth and nose area, tired-looking eyes, pink dress, sometimes a nightgown, depending on the look, they can wear socks, bunny slippers or even go barefoot! Sometimes they wear bunny ears! Sometimes they like to wear sonic gear.

Teen:  Depending on the age as a teen, at the point it's  "kawaii" inspired things, sometimes just a Melanie Martinez shirt and pants (or skirt), sometimes overalls! They also wore band merch, stuff like that. They have either long brown hair, black hair or multicoloured hair like Melanie Martinez (dyed in variants such as pink, red, blonde (more like light ginger.)

Adult:  Band tops, but also ones with cute designs on such as bunnies or kittens, sometimes overalls or dresses, sometimes even onesies, since they can still have the traits of an agere headspace. Short Brown hair, is a lot chubbier than the rest, can be considered mid or plus size.

Height: Varies depending on form and age, but usually smol.

Weight: (UNKNOWN BUT IT VARIES.)

Hair color: Dark brown/Brown

Eye color: Brown

Scars and/or skin conditions: Has a few bruises and a few cuts in some places, but I prefer to not draw them.

Has a skin condition called psoriasis. (I have it IRL.)

Never Seen Without: White Bun, and their three Cream The Rabbit plushies.

Likes:

• Things with peaches (the fruit) on them. (Including peaches and peach ice tea.)

• Bunnies

• Their Caregiver, Stedge.

• Drawing, and colouring in.

• The colour pink.

• Sonic The Hedgehog.

• Porcelain Dolls

• Stuffed Animals

Dislikes:

• Abusers (including physical, mental and sexual abusers.)

• Those who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who don’t take them seriously.

• Drama.

• Being abandoned or left alone.

Relationships:

Stedge - Partner in crime, best friend, caregiver and lover. (Depending on age of course.)

Cream.exe (Sally.exe game) - practically twinning, bunny loves to hang out with cream.exe. (my highest kin, apart from cream herself.)

Family Members - Depending on which member, they do have a good bond or a negative one. Bunny loves them on different levels, some of them, they hate.  This does not reflect on how (I myself) feel about said family members.

(If you want your creepypasta oc to be friends with Bunny, just ask!)

OTHER INFO:

• They age up with my current age since they aren't dead and they are based off of me.

• I decided to make them some sort of entity since I couldn’t make them a ghost and still be alive lol they age up with me.

•Their “trauma” is the same as mine, which is why I won’t write it in detail here but they are a victim of abuse.

• They are all bloody because its how I feel about my trauma.

• They physically and mentally regressed to the age they are supposed to be, if they are in their child forms, they are an actual child. (Direct reference to my age regression I use to help me cope with my trauma) They prefer to be in this form so they can protect and befriend children. They don't harm children or other victims of abuse. The children usually call them “bunny.”

• When they're in their adult form, they have a partner called Stephen. Someone who they have known since they were 17 years old. When they are a “child” he takes care of them and protects them to make sure they don't ever get hurt again.

• Their sense of justice is what caused them to want to help other children. They never want to see another child go through what they went through.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

Stedge

Well, I also made a creepypasta oc to represent my boyfriend, someone who I love and trust to help me during those horrible times. He’s like my partner in crime. lmao also his age isn’t rly there because he ages up with his real life counterpart, which will get updated.

REMINDER TO NOT SEXUALISE HIM AS MY BOYFRIEND IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT.

BASIC INFO:

Name: Stephen

Nickname(s): Stedge, Mr. Bubbles (by Emily/Elliot.)

Meaning of name: Stephen The most beautiful boy in existence. Has stunning eyes, that make your heart fall through the floor when they crinkle with his perfect smile. Is deep, unlike most boys, and extremely intelligent. Has a big heart, and he doesn't realize when he's being taken for granted. Even though he would never admit it, he sometime's can't see what's right in front of him. An over-analyzer, and very stubborn, but he will admit defeat when he has to. Likes to drive girls crazy, apparently. Easy to fall in love with. Hard to figure out.

Gender: Male

Age: Ages up with IRL person. Currently: 19.

Date of Birth:

9th April

Race/Species: English, Human.

Native language: UK English.

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Straight

Are They Dead: No

Any Mental Health Issues? No, None that we know of.

Triggers: None that we know of.

Powers/Special Abilities:

He doesn't have many powers but he athletic and can run quick and has a good amount of strength. He uses a bat and other various stuff.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Short brown hair, brown eyes, a bit of facial hair, variants of a black or dark grey shirt, but obviously not only those, sometimes they’re ripped.

Hair color: Dark brown, brown.

Eye color: Brown.

Scars: None.

Personality: He is quite intelligent and mature, behaves childishly in front of Emily/Elliot, cold and serious, is kind, polite, protective.

Hobbies and Likes: • playing the guitar

• skate (skateboarding)

• listening to tunes

• spending time with Emily/Elliot.

Dislikes:

• Abusers, people who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who are cruel to Emily/Elliot.

Relationships: Bunny - Best friend, soulmate, would do anything to make bunny smile, frequently gets them stuffed toys and food.

EXTRA INFO:

He is a few months older than me in IRL, his age is 19 right now, along with mine but will be updated.

Stephen is a human, and helps take care of Emily (in their child forms.) since they are a child and very vulnerable in that state due to their trauma, when they’re adult they are romantic towards each other.

They work together as a team when bashing and killing abusers. While he uses physical means, Emily uses mental.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

[honibee-arts]

Hello again 😁 Can I have another Zhuiyi getting together please? (The previous one was soo good!!!). They both think that the other has feeling for someone else (jing ling?) and are pretty sad about it until they (finally!) actually talk to one another. I hope you'll be inspired by it!! And thank you!!

"Who made you sad, A-Yuan?" his Ba asked one night over dinner.

"Ba. Silence during mealtimes." he reminded his Ba, earning an approving nod from his A-Die.

"Is a father not allowed to be concerned for his son?"

"Wei Ying. Sizhui is right. We must not speak during meals."

His Ba frowned and poured more chili oil over his noodles, offering the bottle to Sizhui. He took one glance at his father's burning red plate and his eyes watered, remembering the red congee he had helped cook for the poisoned Juniors in Yi City that made them choke from the smell and intense spice. He remembered rubbing Jingyi’s back as he had tried to force it down, gagging and couching as it burned his throat. 

Sizhui stared off as a sad sigh escaped him.

Jingyi...

No. He shouldn’t think about that. He should support his friends endeavours toward Jin Ling, his cousin. Was Jin Ling his cousin? Jingyi always liked to say Sizhui and Jin Ling both had a complicated family. Ba was born to Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze, but was adopted into the Jiang family. But he was officially exiled from the family and the sect after he had defected to Yiling, when Ba adopted him. They were only cousins through the technicality that Ba was raised as Sect Leader Jiang’s brother and Ba had adopted him as his own son, but Ba’s and Sect Leader Jiang’s relationship was a mess of things  and none of Sizhui’s business and now Sizhui’s head was beginning to hurt.

He blinked, looking up from the sliced radish floating in his bowl of broth and caught his parents sharing a concerned glance. He shook his head and finished his broth at a measured pace, standing and collecting their empty bowls and chopsticks.

“Thank you for the meal, Ba, A-Die. I will take these back to the kitchens and return to the dorms.” He bowed to his parents.

“A-Yuan.” His Ba frowned, unimpressed by his attempt at a quick retreat.

“Ba, I am fine.”

“Lying is forbidden, Sizhui. If something is wrong...” His A-Die trailed off. He was better at quiet expressions of care.

“I...”

“C’mon, A-Yuan, tell us? We won’t be upset. We love you and we’re allowed to worry about you as your parents.”

Sizhui sighed, setting the tray of cutlery down.

“It’s Jingyi...” Sizhui mumbled.

“What did he do? I’ll cut off his hands I swear-”

“Wei Ying.”

“Eh?”

“Do not strain yourself. You are still weakened, Lan Jingyi is a capable young cultivator. If Lan Jingyi must be hunted then I will do it.”

“Don’t hurt him!” Sizhui interjected quickly. “He hasn’t done anything wrong! Why do you guys always jump to maiming and murder?!”

“Okay, okay. Baba’s sorry. What happened?”

“I... I like him.” Sizhui mumbled, feeling his ears burn. 

“Oh?” 

“I said it, okay. I... I like him. A lot. And I... I’m sad when he isn’t here.”

“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Our baby boy has a crush he’s so grown up! I’m getting so old, you won’t want a haggard old man like me anymore, Hanguang Jun.”

“Love Wei Ying. Will always want Wei Ying.” His A-Die said softly, pressing a kiss to his Ba’s temple as he buried his face in his hands.

“Lan Zhan! You can’t just say things like that to me! Warn me!”

Sizhui groaned, rolling his eyes as he picked up the tray again and making to leave.

“Oh no you don’t, sit back down, A-Yuan. We aren’t done here.”

“Ba, I told you what as wrong.”

“Not all of it.” His A-Die replied. 

“Fine. He doesn’t like me back, he likes Jin Ling. And... it hurts but I have to be happy for them, alright.” 

“Oh A-Yuan...” His Ba stood up and wrapped him in a hug. “I know how that feels. When I was younger than you, your Ba and I were sent to the indoctrination camp, and in the cave of the Xuanwu of Slaughter, I save Lady Mianmian. Your A-Die got angry at me because he had a crush on her-”

“Never had feelings for Lady Luo. Only Wei Ying.” His A-Die cut in, pouring himself some tea.

“Really?”

“Mn. Always Wei Ying. Only Wei Ying.”

“So your angry look was you thinking I was an idiot?”

“Assumed Wei Ying could read me as well as Xiongzhang by then. I was wrong.”

"I think Sizhui has a crush on you." Jingyi frowned at the soft ripples of the lotus lake surrounding the pier.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Jin Ling replied, looking at Jingyi like he'd grown another head. "He's my fucking cousin he's smarter than that."

"He is and he isn't. Not by blood. Your family is weird, Young Mistress Jin."

"My mother considered Wei Wuxian her brother as much as she considered jiujiu her brother. Whatever stupid shit my jiujiu needs to sort out with him aside doesn't affect how my mother felt. If Wei Wuxian is her brother, he is my da jiujiu. Don't tell him that, he'll get annoying about it."

"I won't. So by your logic, Sizhui is your cousin because he was Wei-Qianbei's adopted son before Hanguang Jun took him in, and because Wei-Qianbei and Hanguang Jun are married either way Sizhui is still your cousin?"

"Huh" Jin Ling snorted, the gold pendants in his hair tinkling as he through it back. "I guess all that precious Lan education hasn't been totally wasted on your dense ass."

"You!" Jingyi shouted pulling his feet out of the water and grabbing his sword. "You! Me! Let's fight right now!"

"You wanna fight? Let's go then. Sizhui is dense as fuck and so are you!"

Jingyi drew his sword. He knew Jin Ling was taunting him but it was too late. He charged at the Jin sect heir, roaring after him. Jin Ling charged at him, yelling all the same, bare feet thundering against the wood of the pier.

He was lucky to have caught himself just as the violet glow of Zidians purple lighting slashed between them, jumping back as Sect Leader Jiang stepped between them.

"What the fuck is all this damn screaming about?!" The sect leader roared. "I already have a fucking migraine as it is! Running two sects after this mess isn't easy you know! I haven't slept in three days so you brats better have a good reason for all this screaming! If you want to duel do it in the forest or some shit not when I'm trying to work!"

"Sorry jiujiu..." Jin Ling mumbled as Sect Leader Jiang recalled his whip, the spiritual tool coiling back around his wrist.

"It's... Its fine." he replied, taking a deep breath. Jingyi felt bad. The man looked exhausted.

"Jiujiu... Has it really been three days since you last slept?" Jin Ling asked worriedly.

"I...its fine, A-Ling..."

"If you need me to take on some of the paperwork it's fi-"

"No! No. You're too young. I had this shit forced upon me when I was too young. I didn't have anyone to help me. I don't want that for you. You'll take on the responsibility when you're ready for it. And right now, starting what seems like to be a meaningless brawl between another cultivator is not the behaviour of a young man ready to take on the burdens of leadership. I will be fine. Leave me be."

Jin Ling was quiet, crossing his arms and hugging Suihua to his chest as conflicting emotions crossed his face.

Guilt.

Concern.

Sadness.

Anger.

Fear.

Jingyi felt bad for him, but swallowed nervously as the sect leaders sparking violet eyes trained on him.

"Now. What the hell is this about?"

"Lan Sizhui is an idiot. Jingyi thinks he likes me because he hasn't noticed any of his advantaces and acts happy to see me but Sizhui is my cousin and he's not weird like that." Jin Ling butted in as he saw Jingyi's lips part in preparation for a response.

"Lan Sizhui? Kid, this is Wei Wuxian's son. He's going to be romantically oblivious. When it comes to love, that asshole was so stupid it hurt to watch." the sect leader sighed. "I've lost people I wanted, Lan Jingyi. My first loves slipped away from me. One sacrificed herself and owned up to the crimes of many when she was one of the few innocent, the other was wrought by grief and vengance into a man I no longer recognise. A stranger wearing his skin.... Perhaps if I hadn't been such a coward, I could have prevented it."

"Jiujiu is right. If you don't tell him soon you will lose him."

Jingyi frowned and nodded. He was afraid of the consequences, but he had no choice now. He had to talk to Sizhui.

"Jingyi." Sizhui greeted with that same warm smile that made his stomach twist in knots and his tongue turn to rubber. "How was Yunmeng?"

"It was alright. I'm glad to be back here, the Young Mistress was getting on my nerves."

"Ah. I see." Sizhui's bright smile faltered for a moment. "If you'll excuse me-"

"Sizhui. We need to talk." Jingyi cut him off.

"Mn?" Sizhui blinked, confused.

So cute.

Jingyi took his hand and dragged him past the Frost Pavilion, past the library, through the forest and past the cold springs.

"Jingyi, where are you taking me?" he asked, trying not to trip over his robes.

"This is the first place we played together, right?" Jingyi asked as they stopped in the rabbit field on the back hill, looking around. "You asked Hanguang Jun if I could come with you two, and you held my hand while he walked us down here. You taught me how to feed the bunnies and told me they were your brothers and sisters."

"I... Yes? Why are you saying... All of this?"

"You were sweet and kind and I didn't know the sunshine had a human form, but you've made me warm since I..."

"Jingyi..." Sizhui gasped as his friend stepped closer.

"Sizhui. I'm in love with you. I always have been."

"Jingyi... I..." can I kiss you?

"You don't feel the same... Its okay..."

"No no no I do I just... I thought you were in love with Jin Ling."

"Me? In love with that idiot? Sizhui, I have better standards than that." he laughed. "I thought you wanted him anyway."

"Jingyi... Jin Ling is my cousin." he cringed.

"I forgot about that. He called me stupid when I brought him up on it."

Sizhui bit his lip, holding back a laugh.

"You are a bit... Sometimes."

"You!" Jingyi gasped, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss.

Sizhui's eyes widened before falling shut, feeling breathless and giddy as his brain registered the feeling of Jingyi's chapped lips on his. His heart sang with joy. His first kiss.

He kissed him back as best he could, embarrassed at his fumbling but he supposed he would get better with time. Jingyi's kisses were gentle, a little awkward and unsure, but sweet as he wrapped his arms around his waist. Sizhui wound his arms around Jingyi's neck and pulled him closer.

They started to fall into a rhythm, getting less shy and awkward as they figured it out. Their kisses became bolder, and with a gasp Sizhui parted his lips-

"Sizhui."

Jingyi leaped back, bright red.

"H-Hanguang Jun!" he snapped into a bow. "We were just talking."

"Lying is forbidden in Cloud Recesses, Lan Jingyi. As are shameless public displays, particularly prior to marriage or courtship."

"Forgive me, Hanguang Jun..."

"Go to the library pavilion and copy our disciplines three times."

"Yes Hanguang Jun."

"You are fortunate it was not Wei Ying who caught you. He would have had less mercy."

Jingyi shot a worried glance at Sizhui. Sizhui looked back apologetically.

"Go."

"Yes Hanguang Jun."

Sizhui felt his cheeks and ears burn as he watched Jingyi's retreating figure briskly walk back up the hill toward the library pavilion.

"Sizhui."

"Yes, A-Die?" Sizhui swallowed thickly, dreading his punishment but squaring his shoulders in acceptance.

"You are aware of Wei Ying's rules about this."

"Yes, A-Die."

He would never forget that conversation at a rare full family dinner.

"A-Yuan, I forbid you from thinking about it until you're 30. You're 17, that's too young."

"Mn. Wei Ying is right."

"If you're going to be courted, it's by the rules of the sect." his Ba warned. "If he so much as thinks of touching your ribbon I will cut his hands of myself."

"And since when did you become so concerned about following the Gusu Lan doctrines, Wei Wuxian?" his grand uncle said sharply.

"Is everyone forgetting we should not be speaking during meals or has that rule been removed since I was last in seclusion?" his uncle sighed, looking between his brother in law and the grandmaster.

"Since I want the best for my son." His Ba snapped back, earning a tired sigh from beside Sizhui. "I made mistakes in my past when I was too young to understand what I was doing. I had no true parental figure to guide me or offer counsel and look where that got me. Forgive me if I want to protect my son from running into something he's too young and inexperienced to understand. "

His grand uncle stroked his beard thoughtfully then fell silent. Sizhui knew he would never admit he agreed with Ba.

"Forgive me, but Wei Ying, you and Wangji began your three bows when you were 15. Why must your son wait until he is as old as 30 to even consider what he wants? You do not know what will happen in the next 13 years. Someone he chooses to love may be gone forever if he is forced to wait so long."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Lan Qiren roared, glaring at his Ba.

Sizhui sighed and collected everyone's bowls, bowing and making a quick exit before the fighting truly came to a head.

"Wei Ying means well, Sizhui."

"I know..."

"It would be unfair for Lan Jingyi to be punished for his behaviour and not you, Sizhui. Cannot be biased in this."

"I know."

"Copy the disciplines twice in the library, and ensure Lan Jingyi does his work. I trust the two of you will not need supervision."

Sizhui blinked in confusion, feeling his cheeks burn once more.

"Thank you."

[makeupbychio]

Lost & Found // Chapter 3.

Pairing: Calum Hood x Rosie Rivera (Latina and dancer female character).

Words: 6.3k

Summary of the chapter: Go out to a club one night brings more than just inspiration. After the great news they get to know Rosie’s life and other reality besides the rockstar lifestyle. 

Playlist made by me: L&F.

Warnings: alcohol, fights, mentions of violation of human rights in the past. Italic and bold means song lyrics.

a/n: hi babies! chapter three here, this one is my fave because all of the writing for the party was really excited for me as I pictured in my head. Hope you enjoy it, feedback is more than welcome. I also love how I’m adding things that should be talk because it’s someone’s reality. All mistakes are mine. Love y’all, take care and stay safe xoxo.

[Prologue], [Chapter 1], [Chapter 2]

I know you want me Every day, not only when you're lonely‚ yeah You see me think you know me But you don't even know nothing about me‚ yeah

The guys went to every floor of the club to check the vibes of the different types of music. Tecno was the least favorite so they came back with the girls that were in the platform with Gigi and their other friends. VIP view just for them because Gigi doesn't allow too many people up there.

Michael amazed of Gigi's work and took the opportunity to chat with her about it and she promised him to take control of the music later. She gave the welcome to everyone to start the night. The boys decided to stay a little longer there while the girls and their friend Dominique  followed them to join the dance floor once Work by Rihanna started playing.

"Cool that you have alcohol up here too, Gigi" Luke said taking a beer from the ice bucket there was.

The girls have no shame when it comes to dance and having fun. The word 'boring' is not in their vocabulary so it's not a surprise founding them giving everything on the dance floor. It was their first song and they were dancing with so much confidence and shameless but here in this side of the planet is what is running in everyone's blood. Passion. Passion for everything that sometimes it could be a double-edged sword.

After a whole song dancing dancehall steps, they went for another round of tequila. Every time Rosie has a tequila shot it reminds her of the night before of her last high school day. They drank too much till 4 am that the next all of her friends went with sunglasses, a blue gatorade bottle and a pill for the hangover.

Calum was resting on the metal barrier, hands on the beer bottle's neck while watching the girls dancing. He laughed when Cami accidentally hit a stranger's head dancing. He looked down to the floor trying to hide his smile. Alcohol starting to do its thing on everyone.

"They have always been like this, sorry mate but if you choose them to be your friends you have to get used to" Kevin said next to Calum who didn't hide his joy very well.

"They are hilarious" Calum said now when Dominique was doing some robot moves. "I'm sure that in one hour they are going to go off energy".

"I know them since second grade, trust me". Kevin started a conversation with Calum. At some point Ashton disappeared, Luke went downstairs to sit in the bar and Michael was searching on Gigi's computer the songs for their shared set. After Kevin ended his beer, he went downstairs to join his friends.

The variety of music Gigi and Michael were playing was interesting. It wasn't a battle, but both of them just playing hit after hit. It was fun that twist of suddenly playing J Balvin with 'Otra Vez' to Drake with 'Passionfruit' or Bad Bunny with 'Chambea' to Travis Scott 'goosebumps'. Spanish or english, the group knew every single word and left their bodies dancing.

Calum felt so inspired with the panoramic view he has from the platform. He was partying next to the Djs, and didn't have the courage yet to join the rest but his view was better. He enjoyed and took mental notes at how in this place people's souls were left in the dance floor. The beauty of sweaty bodies and laughs between the crowd. The energy he and everyone could catch from this environment was mind blowing. Not all the people in the room knew each other, that's for sure but they looked like and it was a powerful moment to catch. Calum went downstairs to join the group for a while to drink and feel what he was thinking to lose himself in the dance floor.

You see my thick thighs Lost it when you look into my brown eyes See‚ my little waist can make you switch sides You never know the devil in the disguise So why don't you stand up, baby

And of course his friends. Luke still on the bar. Michael like the happiest kid in the world as Gigi's guest. Ashton was with the girls now, Calum lost the count about the amount of shots but he was sure that more than five tequila shots were in their bodies. He focused on Rosie, how she was dancing to 'Love Galore' by Sza and how shameless she acted in front of her friend's camera. Cami was filming for Snapchat and Instagram, making sure her followers know that they were having a good night. 

You know that kind of snaps or stories. Everyone tipsy or drunk. Showing tongues or the middle finger or blowing a kiss or a dance move or even showing more skin. It was pretty basic but Calum held his breath when later he saw Cami's stories showing Rosie modeling for her friend by taking off her denim jacket and show her outfit and her legs, then a turn to see her back and her clothed butt sparkling thanks to her dress details. 

Gigi took a break and left Michael in charge of the music for a while. She joined her friends to have a good time too. Ashton was the only one of the boys dancing and snapping videos. 

When Michael put Sorry by Beyoncé, Cami was already with more drink on her system. Rosie tried to tell her to slow down but her friend’s broken heart didn’t listen. 

“Cheers to every single boy who has broken our hearts” Gigi said raising her drink. 

“And to every single girl too” Kevin protested and Ashton, Dominique and Calum agreed with him.

Two songs later, Gigi and Dominique went to the bathroom and Ashton with Kevin and Cami were begging for some fresh air so they went to the second floor. Rosie told them that she was going to stay there. She felt at home and her friends were going to be back soon so nothing to worry.

Michael decided to play songs from Gigi folder called ‘Chile hits’ and choose one that the name sounded cool for him. ‘Damelo’ by Ceaese and DrefQuila started playing. Rosie as she was alone in the dance floor, she started to melt into the crowd dancing and feeling herself relieving all the tension and feelings for this song.

Be honest (Be honest) You want this (You want it) But I can be heartless Regardless of my conscience

Her glistening figure among the people could be noticed by Calum watching her from the bar. She didn’t notice his stare. Calum watched himself getting closer to join her, suddenly surprised of his choice, ‘it would be rude from me leaving her alone’ he tried to convince himself instead of the truth, he wanted to dance with her.

As he got closer, the view of her became ten times amazing. How her tattoos - the ones that are visible- looked in her arm and her legs. How her glistening face because of her makeup and chest because of sweat matched so good with the blue lights against her skin. The lights looked amazing on everyone, on Calum too and his similar shirt color. 

The intermittent pace of the lights made if everyone were dancing in slow motion. Calum reached Rosie and still she was lost in the song waving her arms above her head and moving her hair, her back facing Calum. To not scare her, he decided to step slowly behind her. She recognized him from his strong perfume so she let him put his body against her without turning around. The height difference made Calum to lean down his head so his breathing was hitting Rosie’s ear, so his mouth was close her ear too.

He put his left hand on her waist when he started following her body’s rhythm at the beat of the song. She raised her right arm to put her hand on Calum’s neck. Rosie feels no shame when it comes to dance, it’s when is the real her. Calum couldn’t resist himself to look down to check her, he didn’t know what he was doing but he was having a good time. He didn’t mind about his dance moves, it looks like he was doing a good job right there.

Rosie turned around to face him when Michael changed now to the folder ‘dancehall’. ‘Kiss’ by Zilla was playing -Gigi is a huge fan of dancehall culture, so she is always the one with dancehall hits from artists that are not that famous-. It was funny how Michael was messy mixing and changing the genres of the songs.

She led them into dancehall moves, slow ones like the song. No word were needed between them, he followed her body and now both of his hands on her waist, and her arms around his neck. They were so close that their faces were touching, her forehead close to his mouth. Coming to an end of the song, she looked up and she gained height, now their mouths were close and both of them looking at the others lips.

What was going to happen next was interrupted when another song by DrefQuila started playing. The fast beat of the song made them jumped and woke up from the dream and what they were doing and about to. They stepped back for space and when Calum was about to say something they were surprised by Luke’s call.

I can show you somethin' you can run to When I'm finished, you'll be feelin' brand new

“Guys, you need to come to see this” Luke’s harsh breathing showed that he was worried. While Luke guide them to the second floor, he explained them. “So I was going to the bathroom when I found Cami and Ashton dancing and then when I was going back to the bar now she was dancing with a stranger and she seemed uncomfortable and went here for help”. 

Rosie frowned her brows at confusion. Luke could easily helped Cami but he didn’t want to misunderstood the situation since he was drunk so he wasn’t sure. When they entered the room, for her surprise it was Matty’s friend -a friend of Cami’s ex-. Immediately she stepped between her best friend and this guy who had Cami trapped in the corner.

“Hey what the hell-” the guys said when he recognized Rosie’s face. The guys didn’t understand a word of what they said. You know, everything in spanish. But they could see the trembling in Cami’s hand. “Look who is! I was just dancing with your friend if you don’t mind” the guy said. Rosie gave him a hit on his shoulders to step back.

“Fuck off, Sergio. If you don’t want to be kick out of this club forever” Rosie said with confidence turning back to ask her friend if she was okay. Ashton appeared standing next to the guys.

“Why to be that grumpy? When you can show me how you dance in that dress” Sergio said when he touched Rosie’s leg. Calum felt how his blood ran faster through his veins and when he was about to hit this guy -even when they were trying not to because they can’t get in trouble- Rosie did justice when she knee him on his balls.

“Why did you just said? Motherfucker” Rosie said while Sergio was in the floor with too much pain to talk. He just let out a ‘whore’ to her.

“Rosie we should go” Cami said wasted when Sergio’s friends appeared next to them founding their friend laying on the floor. 

“Hi assholes, we were just leaving but not before giving your friend a lesson” Rosie said slowly leaving the room but another guy stopped her.

“Hell nah, princess” he said trying to hit her. Calum couldn’t resist it anymore, he punched the guy in the face. 

“Hey dude what the fuck, were you going to hit a woman?!” Ashton yelled at him. And Cami kicked Sergio on the floor to give him a lesson to not touch her or her friend again. When the guy was about to respond Calum, he dodged the punch.

“K’ we’re leaving now” Calum took Rosie to carry her like the firefighter carry. Ashton did the same with Cami. 

“No! We are not leaving!” Rosie said hitting Calum’s back to bring her back to the floor. She wanted to fight the group of assholes but she was drunk like the rest. They started running to the exit of the club with the other guys behind them thirsty of keep fighting. 

“Where is Michael?” Luke said desperate and Calum told him where to find him. Luckily, the rest -Dominique, Gigi and Kevin- were with him. Luke told them they have to leave right now.

As they reached the exit, Kevin tripped out Sergio. The security guard asked them what happened and Cami told him when he found the group of guys and banned the stupid guys forever from this club.

“Rosie, I know you can protect yourself but please next time called one of us” the security guard told her with a warning, but before he went back inside he congratulated her. And Gigi apologized to the security guard, and told Cami that it will not be repeated. Gigi said goodbye to everyone and went inside to take control as the Dj.

“What in the hell happened?” Michael missed the whole situation.

“The question is why you leave Cami alone?!” Luke asked Ashton while all of them walk back to the cabin. At this point it isn’t necessary to find a guilty.

“I just went to the bathroom for one minute and when I was back I-” Ashton said.

“Who were those morons?” Calum said, he had a feeling that they know them by the way they knew the girls names.

“They were in our school, our same generation” Kevin said. “They have always been a pain in the ass. They are rude with woman and with everyone. Once I defended Rosie and Cami because they said to every boy in the school that they were ugly girls and other stupid things”.

“Still don’t understand how your ex’s friends with them” Dominique said to Cami. She just mentioned ‘that her ex’s an asshole too’. Dominique reminded her the principal reason why Cami wanted to go to dance tonight. Rosie was carrying her by surrounding her arm around Cami’s waist and Cami put her arm around Rosie’s shoulders. Cami was the drunkest of the group.

“I wanted to do that long time ago” Rosie confessed not regretting what she did even when it sounds evil. She wanted to walk next to Calum to ask about his hand but Cami needed her more.

The night wasn’t ruined, of course it wasn’t nice to end the night like this but the rest of the night was amazing for everyone. Dominique and Kevin said goodbye, they were staying in Dominique girlfriend’s place.

+

Now back in the cabin, the boys stayed outside sitting in the wooden garden picnic table that it’s in the front while the girls inside Cami begged for something to eat -what chileans called ‘el bajón’- after too much alcohol and dancing.

+

“Guys I have an idea for a song, Michael go get your guitar” Calum said. Michael wasn’t going to do that without asking something.

“Dude before tell us if you both kissed” he said. Ashton and Luke it took them by surprise the question.

“What?!” Both said.

“We didn’t, we just danced” Calum said dry.

“Come on dude, I saw you dancing when I was in charge of the music…” now he was talking to the other two boys “and let me tell you that what I saw it was pretty promising, they were so but SO close and you -pointing at Calum- were blocking Rosie’s figure so I couldn’t see if they were kissing or not” he stood up to go inside and find his guitar. “You’re welcome Cal, I chose the right songs” he said with a teasing smile.

“That’s why you both jumped when I appeared when I asked for help” Luke connected the story. “You were going to do it but I interrupted” he was very surprised.

Calum didn’t want to talk about it, he tried to hide the blush on his cheek. He didn’t want to seem like he doesn’t respect Rosie or that he wanted to take advantage of her. It was just a cool moment they shared, which they let themselves flow with the music, the heat, the energy and let their bodies met to communicate something without words-that Calum wasn’t sure what he wanted to express-one thing for sure is that it made him feel something never experienced before.

+

“Cami it’s ready!” Rosie called her friend that was getting changed into more comfy clothes. She cooked pasta, something quick for everyone who was hungry. She was pouring a glass of water when she saw her friend about to burn herself. “Cami, no!” she hurried to move her friend that was about to dip her hand into the boiling pot with the pasta.

“I was going to check if they were ready!” Cami said, she was still very drunk by finding that a good idea instead of using a piece of cutlery.

“But you have to do it with a fork! Not with your own hand!” she was getting stressed, she took a deep breath and take care of her friend-because she would do the same for her-. “Now eat and then go to bed, please”. They have tons of funny stories from parties, this one is one more to tell to their friends.

+

“Now what?” Michael asked ready with his guitar. Calum started to explain the inspiration of this song. 

He realized that at a bar, party or club; there a different types of people. What he saw tonight from his group gave him the idea and the inspiration.

Michael was the kind of always down to meet new people by just went behind the Dj set and have a really good time. Ashton was the kind to meet a beautiful girl or talk to a friend of him and dance, have drinks and maybe having sex in the bathroom -no judgement-. Luke was the kind of getting wasted as fuck because he still misses his ex partner so he would be bartender's best friend just regretting his past. And Calum, he's not sure at all what kind of party person he is, maybe not for every occasion but tonight he was the kind of getting into a fight. 

He thought about the countless nights and stories that club could have. That he or you are never going to hear them. Stories that just stay indoors the club.

"If these walls could talk!" Calum said after a couple of guitar chords Michael gave them to find the lyrics. "Yeah, that would be the name of this song". He was really proud and very inspired.

"Did you get all the inspiration from your moment with Rosie?" Luke asked teasing him and testing him what he was going to say.

"No, Luke. Did u hear the whole story I said?" Calum said. It was true that not just Rosie inspired him, the whole night was.

+

"Why they don't go to sleep?" Cami asked sleepy. She can hear the boys singing and the guitar from her room because was the closest to the entry.

"I don't know. Just go to sleep, okay?" Rosie told her and in a few seconds Cami was knocked out. Rosie wanted to go to sleep to but she was curious so she went outside. When the boys saw her they stopped singing like if she was a spy. She rub her arms with her hands at the sudden cold night. "Don't stop playing I'm not going to leak this" she laughed. "I just wanna check if you need something before I go to bed" and the boys told her that they are fine and thanked her. She focused his attention on Calum. "Is your hand okay, Calum?" he nodded at her but she can see the redness in his knuckles. 

"Don't worry, I'm going to put ice and it's to be fine" he told her letting her know that he can still play for the next shows.

She felt kinda guilty for that but well she doesn't want to think about it too much. "K' guys goodnight".

When she went to bed she could still hear the boys laughing and throwing verses.

+

The next morning surprisingly Cami didn't have a terrible hangover headache. She has a super power with that - last year at a party on independence day she was so drunk but they needed to leave sober because Cami's mother was waiting for her in the living room and before they got inside she just walked around the neighborhood to have some air so the drunkenness could be less noticeable and it worked or that's what she thought, because her mama is not a fool.

"First of all guys, sorry for last night I fucked up everything" Cami apologized before she turned on her car. The guys let her know that everything is fine. 

Once they were in the hotel's parking lot they sadly said goodbye but Ashton promised them he will come back soon and that they are always welcome in LA or Australia. 

In their own hotel rooms, they took an early nap at 11 am even when they can sleep in the plane too because their flight was at 5 am to Argentina. 

Rosie talked with her family about London and Cami told her parents about her breakup. They are not rockstars so they have to continue their lives.

+

It was almost 4 pm when Rosie arrived her grandfather's bar. Today the bar opens late so she had the dance floor just for her to practice, well, she had to share the space with the bar's band when they arrived early to practice and set the instruments. She and the 'Dominos' are friends so they always help her to practice with live music instead of hearing the songs from her phone. 

"Thanks guys for always helping me, now I need to practice the dance for the other class" Rosie said when she handled the musical score to them. That week she had exams for her jazz class, dance performance class and ballet, so she couldn't relax right now.

"Sweetie I know this song perfectly" one of the band members said. And 'More than a woman' by Bee Gees started. She has to present this one for dance performance and her Tony Manero was -thank God- her good friend and really good student, Andre.

When she thought it was enough because she preferred Andre to be there, she moved on with the song for jazz class. 

"K' guys this is not that famous like the previous one" she handled the music scores of the song 'Maria' by the Silver Linings soundtrack -from that movie she took the song that obviously is older than the movie-. She practiced her solo because this is a group project too.

It was 6 pm when on the other side of the door Ashton was waiting in the car and told Calum to go find you. And when nobody answered but heard the music and saw the 'close' sign on the door he just opened the door and he found her dancing too damn focused on the routine. 

It was the first time he saw her dancing something not related to club. At her purest with a classic dance. He imagined her with a beautiful dress presenting this to her class and he couldn't imagine a bad grade for her, the teachers would be crazy if they would ever do that. When she finished and waited 3 more seconds that she stayed in the final bow, he started clapping. 

"Gosh, Calum you have to stop always greeting me like this" she said when she saw him leaning on the door. 

"Well, Miss Rivera if you don't turn on all the speakers you could hear when someone is knocking on the door" he gave her an advice in a teasing tone and smile while he walked closer to the dance floor. "Hi".

"Hi Calum, don't offend but what are you doing here? you should be taking a plane" she said confused. 

"See my lady, our flight is very late and we wanted to spend more time with you" he said not telling her the truth. The truth was that Mario invited the guys to the house for tea to celebrate the great news of Rosie's exchange. 

"I would love to but I have to practice a little bit more" she bit her lower lip resisting to his invitation. And an idea clicked in her head. "As my dance partner is not here, what if you help me and at the same time I teach you how to dance" she said excited grabbing him by his arm. Before Calum could protest, the music was playing and she showed him simple jazz moves that even a mummy could do. He wasn't prepared for part of the deal to be done that day.

"But I didn't have my bass here to teach you" he said before she grabbed his hand to put in practice what she taught him. 

"K' put your right hand on my waist" she could tell that he was nervous. "Come on, Cal. I'm not going to bite you". He placed his hand where she told him and the other one held her hand. She remembered him to have fun and that just the guys from the band were watching them. 

The music started playing by the instruments and it sounded exactly like the original song. The melody is so peaceful and beautiful that he would never get tired of it. 

At the start his moves were messy and off rhythm to follow hers. But he took her words, took a deep breath and like last night just flow. And as he relaxed, they started moving around the dance floor and the room. This moment is so charming that even if he never gets to see her again, he's going to remember this moment forever. How the warm lights looked against their silhouettes, the fun he was having and how she looked already like a professional dancer for him. 

The outro of the song was coming, and just like the movie, he took her after her solo and turn around and then again holding her and made a mental picture of the proximity- chest to chest - before he leaned her back back and his face close to her neck when the last chords of jazz sounded. They stayed there a couple of seconds catching their breaths -by the clothes she was wearing to practice, he could see the skin of her neckline and how it went up and down after 4 minutes of dancing. 

"You were amazing!" she told him once he helped her to stand straight again. She told him her thoughts and it was better than she expected. He blushed at the comments.

"I can see you doing this in big projects" he encouraged her. He was dreaming big and she thanked him and called him crazy at the same time. 

"Okay so if I ever reach those big projects you are talking about, I hope I auditioned with this song" or at least remember this moment. 

Calum waited for her in the room while she changed her clothes. Then he lead her to the car. 

"Ashton! Hi!" Rosie greeted him with a hug inside the back of the car. 

"I've been waiting for you two. What the hell, did you found the cure for cancer?" he said referring to all the time he waited.

"I'm so happy to see you again too, Ash" she joked and squeezed his cheeks. 

The boys were not telling her the surprise and threatened them to scream if they don't tell her, but when she recognized the well known route she stopped asking. 

"What are we doing in Cami's house?" she asked and when they opened the front door everyone jumped to scream 'surprise'.

Michael and Luke were already there. Cami's whole family too. Her parents and her grandfather. Her friends from last night too.

She greeted everyone with a big hug and smile. 

During all night Rosie, Cami and Mario helped translating to the rest. 

The house is huge because with 4 children in the family and from different ages. They needed their own room. It has a garage, a big backyard and a lot of space in the hallways. 

Rosie was so excited to see Max - Cami's 4 years old little brother -. He had been so busy with his therapy. When guys met him they understood what Cami told them about being worry of bullies in his school. Max is on a wheelchair after an accident when he was 3 years old. He's been in the chair since then but attends a special foundation to help him to recover because he has possibilities to walk again.

"Yeah it's been a hard year but I would do anything for my kids" Marcela - Cami's mom - told the boys when they asked politely.

"But the system still sucks, the state of this country should pay for treatments and give them the basic amenities like transport" Rosie said abruptly angry but everyone feels the same. Marcela has to take the subway in summer and winter, melting with the heat or freezing with the low temperatures at 7 am every single morning, and even when there is campaigns to collect money isn't enough because Cami's family spends a lot of money on it. 

Max , or Maxi is how he likes to be called, is the funniest kid in the world and so talented in everything. 

"Maxi what if you show the boys what you wanted" Cami told him helping him to go to the garage. Maxi was very nervous that night but shyly he asked Cami to told the boys that he is a big fan and that Ashton is his favorite member. 

"He's been playing the drums since he got it from last Christmas" Rosie told them. He is unbelievable because at age of 2 he learned traditional latin dances, now the drums and he loves to learn different things every day. 

"Do you need help with the bass drum, buddy?" Ashton offered his help and he couldn't say no to his idol. He played first his favorite Chilean song from an andino group - which Ashton freestyled when to play the bass drum - and then he surprised them playing 'Don't Stop' - his favorite -. The guys clapped and cheered him like a champion because he freaking nailed it. 

"Okay Maxi, what if know we go sit to have dinner" Gabriel told him because he knows his child that he can be playing all night. Everyone took a seat and had the chance to know the rest of the families. Mario did a review of how he knows Ashton. 

"This man right here is like a hero" Gabriel said. "You know thanks to him I met my wife" And he told the guys the story of it. When during the dictatorship Mario hid Gabriel and his family in the closets when soldiers  always interrupted his house. Mario was always a suspicious for being a journalist and his well known opinion against dictatorship, so a lot of times soldiers broke his things that they found out of order - most of the times they just burned books related to arts, music, all books to be honest -. Mario always laughed at their tiny minds because they always appeared at the same time and the same days of the week so Gabriel and his family were already secure in the secret place. 

"And one night Marcela was running from them because the curfew caught her when she was leaving a friend's house. So desperately she asked my wife to help her or the soldiers were going to kill her" Mario continued the story. And Antonia - Mario's wife and Rosie's grandmother - helped Marcela and she met Gabriel. Even in terrible times good things happened but of course till today South America can't recover from that horrendous years and never going to forget or forgive what happened because till today people are looking for their disappear loved ones. 

Then Joy - Rosie's mother - served dessert and Luke asked her for another slice of her famous apple pie. 

They kept talking after dessert, then Maxi asked them to go with him to his room to see his new football ball and his collection of Star Wars Lego toys. The boys felt kinda jealous of Maxi because of the cool things. Ashton was still surprised for the drums, Calum went directly to the ball and play with Maxi a little bit and Michael made Maxi promise him to take care of any Star Wars thing he could receive. At the frame of the door Cami supervised that her brother didn't injure himself but she smiled watching him interacting with other people and felt comfortable because she knows the hell it could be when people bullies you in school.

"Okay Maxi now look at the camera" Marcela said when she asked the guys for a picture and all of them kneeled down at his height. "Good job baby, now you are going to be even coolest boy in this city". She was cheering him, he just met one of his favorite bands.

It was time to say goodbye, sadly. They promised Mario to come back and Ashton told the girls to keep in contact. They wished Rosie good luck and told Maxi that he is going to get out the chair sooner than he thought and that he can call Ash to threaten the bullies. A lot of hugs, good wishes and 'thanks for the lovely dinner' before the boys went directly to the airport. 

+

Joy went to Cami's room where her daughter was talking to her best friend and told her that they were going home. 

Once in their place, Arthur - Rosie's father - went directly to bed after he congratulated his daughter. And Joy wanted to talk with Rosie about something. 

"They are pretty funny guys" Joy said sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Yeah. I thought that they were going to be assholes or divas but no" Rosie said ordering her clothes spilled all over a chair. 

"Yeah, Mario told me a fight happened last night" she said worried.

"Oh don't worry, mom. It was some pervs but I put them in their place but the guys helped to "stop" the fight" Rosie explained without looking at her. 

"Yeah, sweetie I just want to make sure that don't get your expectations too high about a guy right now" Joy grabbed her hand to stop her cleaning her room. "You are going to go to London and I just want for you success in this exchange" she smiles at her and Rosie was surprised because she knows her mom's opinion when she dropped University to follow her dream of being a dancer.

"Thank you, mom" she hugged her before she left her alone in her room. That's what you can call 'process' to Joy's attitude. She knows that her dad feels the same way but she understood why the last few months he is been acting weird because his job is not that easy. 

+

1 month later

Rosie was waiting for her call outside the gate, she was in Roma and not to be rude but her first impression of Italians wasn't the best. Pure chaos the Roma's airport, another language, people yelling, little amount of sleep, anxiety, excited, a mix of everything, but she is going to get used to it because London is going to be no different from chaos.

And after the very first week on London she confirmed. The university was dreamy, she wishes that all academies would look the same, but there is a teacher that is a pain in the ass. Also what about all of the combinations of the subway? and she still thinks that why english have to contradict everything. She had euros to buy in Italy then changed them to pound for England, the opposite side of the driver in the cars that confused her the first time she called an uber.

Thanks to the universe that she has friendly roommates. Two of them from Argentina, one from Puerto Rico and one from Spain. She lives with them inside the campus and all of them from different careers too. 

Her dancers friends by now are Darren who is from Glasgow, twin brothers Louis and Lewis from France and Sarah from Jamaica. 

By far she had explored London by her own, sometimes she asks the exchange supervisor for basic stuff like bank, market, drugstore, museums, etc. But for the rest of the fun she just goes out with her friends or her roommates. 

"Sorry if it's too early" Rosie said to Cami. They facetime almost every day, but still forgets the different time zones. We already know that Cami is not a morning person. 

"It's fine, I have to go with Maxi to his therapy" Cami said "So how it went your first exam with that evil teacher?"

"I passed, but she's a pain in the ass. Now we have to practice the triple for the annual dance show" Rosie said while she was having lunch and Cami breakfast.

"Cool! Rosie don't see this as a bad thing because you have to spend more time with your teacher, you have to see this as an opportunity" her friend was right, she had seen the theaters in London and they are huge and a lot of plays everywhere. She went to Harry Potter's play and one day saw Orlando Bloom in the street. Darren was disappointed the day they went to Winston castle and didn't meet the queen. 'You can invite the queen to a cup of tea another day' Rosie told him, she didn't understand his love for the royal family but he thanked her for the motivation. 

"If she doesn't kill us before the show, thanks and say hi to everyone! Gotta go we have to go to class". Rosie hanged up. 

As always, her wise friend helped her to see the situation with another perspective and she has to enjoy the next months in London because things are going to get interesting.

Be honest You want this (You want this) But I can be heartless Regardless of my conscience

[rainbow-of-the-lord]

Where I Belong

A Destiel plot bunny that would not leave me completely inspired by this gifset, and completely inspired by my recent need for reverse!verse fiction, so we’ll see how it goes!

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Something was off, Dean knew almost immediately. It wasn’t because of the lack of chatter of angel radio, since that had been dimming for a while; it wasn’t anything but a violent feeling of something searing cutting through his chest, like a hot knife. His first thought was what in the name of his Father was happening?

His second thought, upon hearing the voice that was both so faint and yet powerful enough to fill his head, answered his question.

Cas.

“Most people would say “hello” first, I’m pretty sure.” Dean looked down at his chest, the demon killing blade firmly wedged where his vessel’s heart would be. The hunter’s eyes widened but he seemed to quickly recover, backing up just enough to truly look Dean over.

The hunter was ballsy, Dean would give him that.

“What are you?”

“I did just kind of save your ass, buddy, a ‘thank you’ would be really nice right about now.” Dean gestured around the small barn that was now filled with seven or so smited demons, eyes burned out and everything.

“I assure you that you did not ‘save my ass’, I was perfectly fine where I was.”

“Heaven ain’t about ready for you yet, buddy. I should know.”

“Enough. Who- What- Are you?”

Dean sighed and pulled out the knife from his chest, wound healing instantly as the blade clattered to the ground. “Name’s Dean. I’m kind of an angel.”

“Is that a flirtation?” The remark was dry, and Dean smirked slightly.

In lieu of a verbal confirmation, he simply allowed his wings to appear on one of the edges of existence, not enough for humans to touch and see every feather, but just  enough to get the message across that oh yes, he was very serious about all this.

“Although for you, buddy, that could’ve been whatever you wanted it to be.” Dean winked, and oh he knew they were both goners at that point.

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Dean flew into the warehouse immediately, no minor feat with the strength of some of the sigils around the area. Luckily, some of them were so poorly drawn or flaking away just enough that he was able to push through the warding.

His vessel was only meant to allow him a place on Earth, it didn’t function as a humans did. He didn’t need to eat or drink -- though those were quite fun -- or even breathe, but he felt his blood start to rush through his body. He felt his heart begin to leap into his throat. He felt an unknown fear boiling up inside himself. It was all raw and real and new and terrifying and so very human that he almost couldn’t stand it.

And then he rounded a corner and saw Castiel’s body. And everything went ice cold.

“Castiel? Hey, Cas-” Dean rushed forward, wings giving him a boost, and he dropped to his knees next to the unconscious human. “Hey, you dumbass hunter, get the fuck up now.”

This was purely so Dean could get out anger, because he knew immediately that Castiel wasn’t getting up. There were what looked like scratches on his face and hands, also on the tan military jacket torn by what could only be described as claws, and his jeans were covered in grime. Without even thinking, Dean gently laid a hand on Castiel’s scarred cheek, forcing all his willpower and Grace to bring this stubborn, infuriatingly reckless and beautiful human back from the brink.

Dean was far too selfish to allow Heaven to take him and lock him away from anyone -- from Dean --  just yet.

With a deep intake of breath, Castiel finally woke up. Dean almost stumbled backwards from the power it took, but Castiel’s wound began to heal slowly. And the first thing Castiel did was turn his head to look at Dean, relief mixed with an unknown emotion on his face.

“Dean… You came.”

“Of course I came, asshole. You think I can get a prayer and ignore it?” You think I can get a prayer from you and ignore it?

“No, I- I just thought your powers were ‘fizzing out’, so to speak.” Castiel tried sitting up, arms supporting him. He was only barely able to sit up, and probably wouldn’t be able to do much more for a while after coming back from death.

“I’m aware, thanks.” Dean couldn’t help but roll his eyes, crouching down next to Castiel. This is good , he thought. Anger and annoyance could brush off everything else. It could hide the worry and fear he felt. “What were you even doing around here?”

“I was-”

“Trying to interfere with my business, as per usual.” Came a snarky, British voice that had both angel and man immediately turn their heads  to look over at its course. Out from the shadows behind some crates was Crowley, casual as ever, hands in his long, ridiculous jacket. “Sorry, boys, you know I had to get involved somehow. Just how business is.”

“You did this to him?” Dean glared, anger taking over for an entirely different reason now. The thought of that demon even laying a hand on Castiel-

“Of course not, you daft feather-brain.” Crowley rolled his eyes. “But I did send some men. And if a human happens to get in the middle of a hellhound, well…”

“I should’ve figured it was you.” Castiel spat, but Dean barely heard anything after that, standing up slowly to fully face the crossroads demon. The air seemed to get heavier for a second, lights dimming, but for the first time in a long time he allowed his wings to unfurl fully, tawny and freckled and right on the human plain for everyone to see. It was a clear show of dominance, even possession, and he surely hoped Crowley would notice that.

“Come anywhere near him again, and I will hunt you down and end you. Slowly.” Dean stalked closer, staring down at the demon. Crowley’s eyes turned red and flicked up and down the angel’s form, a barely noticeable sneer forming on his lips. They both knew he wasn’t going to be able to do anything against a full powered angel, but a half-powered one… Dean just hoped the display and threat were enough. Evidently they were, because Crowley’s eyes went back to normal and he curtly nodded, the almost ever present “I know what you don’t” smirk returning to his face.

“Consider it noted. I’ll have my secretary jot it down. Here’s to hoping I don’t run into you again.” He purposefully looked over the span of Dean’s wings towards the almost in shock hunter, addressing him fully. “Feel better, darling. No hard feelings.” With that, he was gone. It was tensely silent for a minute as Dean’s wings folded back, but Castiel seemed to know exactly what to say.

“What the fuck was that?” He stood up, power seeming to return to him, and hesitantly but surely walked over to Dean. “Dean?”

“Are you feeling better?” He turned to take in the worry in those blue eyes, mixed with a generous amount of annoyance that was visible in the way Castiel pressed his lips together into a thin line.

“Am I feeling better? What about you? And why do I feel like I was just- Just- the witness of some fucked up display of ownership?”

“It’s nothing, alright? I feel fine.” And he did, mostly. “But you gotta be more careful. You got in front of a hellhound?”

“It was a woman, she- She had made a crossroads deal ten years ago, and the demon was coming to collect. But she was a mother, Dean, soon to be a grandmother. She wanted to see her grandchildren be born.”

“And you took the sob story and decided to go running around with a machete?”

“I wasn’t running around, I had- I had tracked it own, thought I chased it away. I was going to finish it off, but the glasses got broken once the demons showed up. I don’t even know if the woman’s soul was taken, yet. Perhaps-”

“Cas, she’s gone. We both know that.” And this is where the hunter was wonderful, but infuriatingly stubborn and reckless. “And you could’ve been gone, too! You can’t go saving people and hunting things if you’re dead.”

“I knew what I was getting into, Dean. I don’t need to be reminded by you.” Cas fixed him with a look, crossing his arms. “You, of all beings, should be the last person talking to me about self-preservation. What were you thinking? That display, healing me? You’re draining yourself, you know that. So now you’re the one being a hypocrite.”

“I’m a hypocrite? Oh, that’s great. Next time I’ll just let you bleed out, then. See you on the other side, pack everything up for you and ship it to your sister? How would Anna feel about that?”

“Don’t you dare bring her into this-”

“Don’t fucking touch me-”

“-And it shouldn’t matter to you what happens to me. Remember, Mr “Kind of an angel”? I don’t need you to look after me and coddle me.”

“You think that’s what this is? Coddling?”

“You don’t have anything better to do, so you just follow me around-”

“I said to stop touching me!” Dean shouted out as once again Castiel’s finger jabbed into his chest, and for the first time their tirades were both broken. The hunter took a step back, jaw clenched as he obviously bit back what else he wanted to say. But he looked down at the ground, arms crossing again. Dean breathed for a second before speaking again, voice low but under control. “You don’t want me looking after you, fine. I won’t. I’ll never answer another prayer from you again. I’ll see you around, Cas.” He managed to get out before turning on heel and striding out the door, away from the oppressiveness of the sigils so he could fly away. Another, more foolish -- more human -- part of him wanted Castiel to hurry after him, shout for him to stop and for him to apologize, for things to go back to how they used to be. But he knew that wouldn’t happen, and he tried not to get too disappointed.

So, he flew away instead.

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"I never even asked, even though I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Where did you even get your vessel from? Are you possessing some poor model?” Castiel asked in between bites of his bacon cheeseburger, sitting across from Dean in a brightly colored, but uncomfortable diner booth. Dean was currently in the process of shoveling fries into his mouth, enjoying the tangy taste of something for once. He snorted a laugh.

“Close. A wannabe Hollywood actor, Jensen something. He wasn’t making it, got diagnosed with something bad, and I pretty much answered his prayers to heal him.”

“How generous.” There was an unmistakable dryness in Castiel’s tone before he continued. “And he’s okay with that?”

“From what I can tell? Yeah. He might’ve made his way up to Heaven by now, though.”

“See, I always thought if angels existed, they’d be dressed in-”

“White robes? Sandals? Flowing blonde hair to match?”

“More or less.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“Not saying I’m disappointed at all.” Castiel stated, and Dean actually had to take a second to process that as Castiel popped the rest of the burger into his mouth. Everything about this was so ridiculously casual; a hunter and an angel, a practical myth, sitting in a diner and making small talk over a shared meal. But it felt right, in a way. The past few weeks getting to know the human had been quite a bit of fun; his name was Castiel Novak, he was from Illinois, he had an older sister Anna who was also a hunter, and he apparently had a grotesque love of burgers and other greasy food. He was great.

“Well that’s good. Let’s hope that keeps up for some other aspects of life.”

“Such as?” Castiel raised an eyebrow, inviting and imploring him to continue, but they were interrupted as Dean opened his mouth.

“Anything else I can get you?” The overly bubbly waitress approached the table, taking the empty plates. “Or just the check?”

“The check will be fine.” Castiel nodded his assent, and Dean sat back in his chair with a barely there, put upon sigh.

“Not even dessert?”

“Last I remembered, I was the one paying.” Castiel remarked, the playful attitude from before still slightly there but mostly disappeared now, and Dean was left in befuddlement at this hurricane of a human and his emotions.

What in the name of his Father was happening?

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Any human would likely have blacked out at the amount Dean was drinking, but the angel was barely lightheaded as he downed another bottle of beer. He had no liver requirements to stop him, no money to worry about losing -- he could just snap his fingers and the bartender would forget his tab --, and he could stay there all day. He wasn’t quite sure anyone in Heaven was looking for him, at this point.

“Figured I’d find you here if you were feeling sorry for yourself.” A familiar voice sounded off behind him, and he came up to the barstool next to Dean. At least this presence wasn’t a heavenly one. But he didn’t want to deal with any demons right now, not really.

“And what gives you the impression that I’m feeling sorry for myself?” Dean turned his head to look over at Sam, who signaled for his own beer to be slid down the bar.

“Because you’re here, moping. And Castiel is laying in his car, moping.”

“What- You went looking for Cas?”

“Yeah, and?”

“Were you one of the fucking ones who-”

“Easy, easy, dude.” Sam held up his hands in mock surrender before Dean’s Grace could start flailing around. “Even I know Cas is off limits. I wouldn’t do that.” And Dean knew that, somewhere in him. Sam was… well, saying he was like a brother was a bit weird. But Sam was one of those ‘nice’ demons in that he didn’t constantly indulge in hedonism and murder. He just happened to be a soul who made a deal to save his girlfriend’s life and lost his humanity. They had fought together and worked together, they were close. But now Dean was just bitter and angry about demons in general at this point. Even brotherly ones. “But it’s kinda big news. Some demons caught wind of you and Crowley and your little… exchange.”

“Of course they did. You probably have the worst tabloids.”

“We get the best writers for them. But seriously; what happened?”

Dean let out a put upon sigh, staring at his peeling bottle label. “He thinks I’m too protective, that I should lay off of things and protecting him. I was literally created to protect fucking humans.”

“That’s it?”

“I… I might have said some things. Said I was… I didn’t want him dying yet, that he was gonna get himself killed. And he said I was a hypocrite ‘cause I have my own issues and I wasn’t slowing down. And if he dies, what do I do then? Just keep going?” Dean shook his head.

Sam was quiet for a moment and sipped his drink, considering the situation. “You still haven’t told him you’re basically falling for him. In every sense of the word.”

“Trust me, Cas isn’t exactly the easiest to get through to. We’ve been friends for five years. And he still just- Just won’t let me in. And it’s not fair.”

“Then force yourself in.” Sam swiveled on his barstool to stare Dean down, obviously having enough.

“I don’t think that’s exactly-”

“Not in that way, idiot. Get to the root and just tell him everything. Hell, maybe he’s waiting for that. Whatever it is, you better tell him soon. Especially since I don’t want to hear any of this any more. I’ve had enough for an afterlife.”

Once again, deep down, Dean knew Sam was right, even for a demon. But he didn’t mind being a contrarian just a bit longer. “And if he tells me to fuck off?”

“Then fuck off, I guess. We’re always looking for new recruits.” Sam lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Dean gave him a glare.

“That’s not even funny.”

“To me, it is.” Sam shrugged and took another sip of his beer.

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Castiel had been quiet for most of the day. Not that he was exactly talkative to begin with, but this was like turning the volume to “off” on him and leaving him be. He hardly complained as Dean messed with the radio, went through the motions of researching the hunt they were both currently on, cleaned his weapons with close precision even a robot would have a hard time replicating. Dean finally had enough as he sat next to Castiel on the small twin bed he had rented for the night in another no-name motel.

“Talk to me, Cas. What’s wrong?” His voice was gentle, but the other man still flinched just barely. Dean frowned at that reaction.

“Nothing. Just… focusing.”

“You’re not just focusing, okay? I know when you’re focusing, because your tongue sticks out just a bit.” Dean ignored the protest about to spring from Castiel’s lips and continued, “And you start tapping your leg. And your soul… your soul is just in agony. Cas, please.” The angel’s hand gently brushed the top of Castiel’s, the one holding the gun, and he felt the tension in each muscle.

It was quiet for so long that he was sure that Castiel wouldn’t answer. But then, just as Dean was going to pull away, he spoke quietly. “It’s the anniversary of my family’s death.”

Now that… Dean hadn’t been expecting. “You told me about Anna, you never told me about-”

“There was a reason I never did, Dean. It…” He swallowed and continued, voice trying so hard not to break. “My father Chuck was a pulp horror writer. Little cult following, never really that successful. It was me, Anna, Michael, and… Luke. Michael was the oldest, Luke right after him, and I was the youngest. Anna was a year older than me. Our mother died when I was young. I was… We were all home, just because we happened to be in one place all at the same time. I was finishing college at the time. Anna and I were close, always have been, so we went for each other’s sake. It was just supposed to be a weekend for the five of us. But… But I woke up to shouting, a commotion in the hallway. And there was Luke, still in his pajamas, our father’s blood on his shirt. Michael tried to intervene and Anna went to call the cops, but Luke took down Michael after a struggle and almost got me. Then a hunter, Ezekiel, came in. He exorcised the demon from Luke, but whatever had happened in between the possession and the exorcism… Luke died from his wounds. And then it was just Anna and I.” Rare tears began to fall from Castiel’s eyes as Dean watched, horrified by the sight and the story.

“Anna never talks to me about this. Days like this, we don’t reunite or talk, I don’t know how she mourns, or if she even does, but…” Castiel took in a shuddering breath. “For me, the best thing is to just ignore it. Work the case. Forget all about it.”

“I’m so sorry, Cas, I don’t even have the words for it.” Dean’s hand went to hold Castiel’s, and there was a pause before a calloused, rough palm met his and their fingers intertwined.

“It’s not your fault. God, I just- Just wish I could go back and have done something. Worked quicker, stopped him, been awake, anything so that something like that never happens again.”

“I know it’s tough. I do. But… There was nothing you could do. You don’t have to blame yourself for that.”

“I could’ve been better . Now I’m a hunter, a good one.”

“You were fine then, and you’re fine now. Don’t beat yourself up. Okay? Don’t- Don’t think there was anything you could change about a demon.”

Things went quiet again, and small sniffs seemed to fill the room in place of words. Then Dean felt Castiel lean onto him, head resting on the angel’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t-”

“You should.” He didn’t know if Cas was going to comment on the situation, or the fact he was crying, or some other unknown thing in the universe that he felt he should take the blame for. But it hardly mattered, because Dean’s answer was the same regardless.

For the first time in nearly a year of knowing each other, the walls went down. And it was worth it, in a way. It really was.

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It was almost a week after the encounter with Sam in the bar when things changed. Dean knew the best way to get away from pesky obnoxious demons and annoying, heartfelt feelings was complete isolation. He was sitting on a park bench late in the night when he heard it.

Dean.

It was Castiel. Not anywhere nearby, but he heard him as clear as if he had been sitting next to him. That was when he realized the human was praying. But it wasn’t like before, full of barely disguised terror and hurt. This was just… pain. Real pain, from deep inside his soul, so strong it almost made Dean’s Grace ache.

Dean, please. I don’t know if you can hear me, if you want to hear me. Maybe… Maybe I deserve the silent treatment. What happened at the warehouse, I’m so sorry. I never should’ve-

Things paused. Both of them took a breath. And Castiel continued.

I was scared. Scared for you, more than myself. Scared that you were… That Crowley could’ve hurt you. Could have torn your wings out, could have sent his lackeys to do the same. I was scared you were going to lose all your Grace trying to save me, that one of these days you would push yourself too far and I would never again have to listen to you complain about my music choice, or watch you smack your lips when you eat really good food, or have you beg for me to buy you some pie or a new flannel, or- Or watch you smiling in the sunlight in the passenger seat of my car. I don’t care if you’re an angel, I don’t care if you’re a human, I just need you with me, need you safe. And I can’t lose you Dean, I just can’t. I can’t lose another person I-

Dean never heard the rest because he automatically flew for the motel room Castiel was in as quickly as his wings would carry him. He found the hunter kneeling at the foot of his bed, hands clasped together hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. Tears were beginning to spring in his eyes, and Dean could feel them mirrored as Castiel quickly stood and turned to face Dean. His mouth opened to say something else but Dean made it across the room and pulled Castiel into a tight hug that was quickly returned as they held onto each other.

“Dean, I’m sorry, there’s something I have to tell you-”

“You don’t have to, I heard every word.” Dean pulled away to give him a teary, barely wavering smile. “I’m sorry, too. I can’t lose you either, Cas, I- When I lose my Grace, I don’t know if I’ll ever see you in Heaven again. And I don’t want you to leave.”

“You’re an idiot. We’re always going to find each other.” Castiel’s voice became a whisper as he seemed to gather the courage to say something, staring into Dean’s eyes. “And you never let me say it. I love you.”

“Cas-”

“I have for years. I was always terrified, because you were an angel, of all things. I didn’t know if you were even capable of returning it.  And- And when you healed me, I felt… I felt warm. I felt from you what I feel from you. And I realized… Realized I had to tell you. You deserved to know why I’m horrible at this and wanting to keep you safe. But if I was wrong, if it isn’t recipro-”

Dean responded by leaning in and kissing Castiel, nothing more than a peck but enough to shut him up. Dean could feel his heart thumping again, though, as he spoke. “I love you, too, Cas. So fucking much.”

And then Castiel launched at him and they collided, noses bumping in a kiss that likely could’ve gone a lot better, but it was real and messy and full of years of emotions and previously denied wants all in one.

Dean knew he was going to fall, any day now. He could feel his Grace beginning to ebb away like a tide from a shoreline. But he had his hunter in his arms, now. His wonderful, infuriatingly perfect hunter.

And that was worth falling for.

[tanniesaremybabies]

Sweater Weather

Summary - When someone who always feels cold meets her new deskmate, she finds that there are other things that can keep her warm besides her sweater. 

Genre - Slice of life, coming of age, fluff, slight angst.

Word Count - 3,000

A/N - This is my first fic and its inspired by my love for all things Fall, sweaters, and Jeon Jungkook. 

Hot days started to turn into cooler nights, fresh greens began to fade to browns and reds and before I knew it, autumn had come. My heart beat heavy on that first day of school. I tugged the cuffs of my favorite worn sweater over my fingers and took a deep breath, the crispness in the air filling my lungs. My steps got a bit slower as I approached the classroom, nervous butterflies swirling around in my stomach, making me regret eating such a large breakfast that morning. I entered the already half filled room and looked around to find my assigned seat. I had hoped to be put in the same homeroom as my best friend but we had found out last week that we were going to be separated for the first time since kindergarten. As I glance around I notice a boy sitting at a desk by an open window, the curtains fluttering in the fall breeze. I tug my sweater a bit closer as I realize that that is my desk and the boy, my deskmate. I make my way over and set my bag down gently and begin to place my books upon the desk. The boy’s head is turned to the window and he doesn’t seem to even have noticed a stranger has approached his space. As I quietly pull out the chair and sit down the movement seems to have surprised him and he turns around. I am confronted with a pair of wide, brown, doe eyes. “I’m sorry,” I apologize, out of habit. He gives me a shy smile that reminds me a bit of a bunny and introduces himself, “Hi I’m your new deskmate, Jeon Jungkook.”

What started off as cooler weather turns cold fast and I struggle to find sweaters that are thick enough to keep me warm as I have found that Jungkook prefers to keep the window open despite the cold. I had been running behind that morning and had grabbed a very light one on that particularly chilly day. As I sat through the morning of classes I began to shake a bit from the chill. I could barely take it anymore and had finally worked up the courage to say something to my silent deskmate when I realized he was asleep. As the teacher lectured on about histories and dates that I didn’t care much about I found myself distracted by Jungkook’s peaceful, sleeping face. Though we had been deskmates for a couple of months we were both rather quiet and hadn’t really talked at all. I took these few moments to look freely at the face which I was usually too shy to take more than a peek at when I was obligated to talk to him out of social politeness or class assignments. He was quite good looking, a lot of girls in the class thought so but he was so shy most of them had given up trying to talk to him. A movement at the front of the classroom catches my eye and brings my focus back to the teacher who now seemed to be walking around and asking questions to make sure people were paying attention. I see her move my way and I begin to panic for Jungkook. His grades, I had noticed, were already pretty bad and I’m sure he would be in real trouble if he were to be caught napping in class. I take a deep breath and decide I can’t just let him suffer. I reach out and touch his arm that is laying across the desk and give it a soft shake. He doesn’t move. I shake a little harder. Nothing. The teacher is approaching fast. I take my foot and kick his shin underneath the desk, hard. Jungkook’s head goes flying up just as the teacher walks past us and asks a question of the desk behind. I let out a sigh of relief. Jungkook seems to gauge the situation fast and gives me a smile. “Thanks,” he whispers. “No problem,” I replied, my cheeks a bit rosy. As a strong wind blows through the window my body gives a hard shiver. Jungkook looks over at me and reaches behind his seat and grabs his sweater that had been hanging on the back, “Here, you can wear this if you are cold.” As I pull the sweater on I begin to think that having the window open isn’t actually that bad.

The weather began to turn frosty and even Jungkook wasn’t able to keep the window open any longer. My eyes had begun to feel heavy, the overcast skies doing nothing to help with the afternoon tired feeling. I struggle to read the page in front of me, trying to use my study hour in a useful manner. I glanced over and noticed that my deskmate was once again sleeping. It wasn’t unusual for him and I had taken regularly to waking him up during classes before teachers would notice. I reach down into my bag and pull out a can of coffee and set it in front of his sleeping head on the desk. As the rest of the students make their return for the next class and the room gets louder, Jungkook’s eyes start to flutter open. He gives a big yawn and then sees the coffee. He shoots me a look that asks, “from you?” I reply with a small nod of my head in affirmation. The bunny smile makes an appearance but quickly turns into a grimace as he takes a sip of the bitter drink. I can’t hold back a little laugh. “It doesn’t taste great but it will help keep you awake.” “I miss being able to have the window open so the cold air would help keep me awake,” he softly whines. I shudder at the thought of the frosty air. “Why are you so tired all the time?” I wonder aloud. Jungkook doesn’t respond right away as he gulps down the rest of the can in a one shot manner. As he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand he replies, “I don’t get much sleep because I have to practice.” “Practice for what?” I ask, curious. Though we had become a bit more friendly as deskmates we still didn’t know that much about each other. “I’m a trainee,” he answers, “I’m hoping to debut soon.” I find it hard to believe that my quiet deskmate was someone who wanted to be an idol and perform in front of people, the thought of doing that was terrifying to me, but also looking at him I could tell that he was definitely good looking enough and I had overheard him humming a few times and that had sounded really good. “Oh wow, that’s so cool,” I say, and in a moment of boldness I add, “Could I hear you sing?” He looks around the now crowded classroom and wide eyed asks, “Here? Now?” I smile at his apparent panic and give a little shake of my head, “Maybe after class?” “Ok,” he replies a little hesitantly, “I know a place.”

The wind seems to blow even stronger and colder on the rooftop of the school. I take a second to wind my scarf a bit tighter and I stomp my boots a few times to get the blood back to my toes. I’m not sure if the cold weather was actually good for Jungkook’s voice but this was the spot that he had picked to show me his singing. He gives a nervous glance at me and asks if I’m really sure I want to hear him sing. I nod my head vigorously, both because I truly want to hear it and also because I’m so cold I’m hoping the movement will help warm me up. But a few moments later and I forget all about being cold. As I hear Jungkook’s voice it’s as if I were wrapped up in the coziest of sweaters, warm and happy. His usually shy face becomes expressive as he sings. As he finishes the song his usual bashful appearance returns and I feel like I should say something about his singing but I’m standing there just staring at him, his large doe eyes still have that twinkle from singing that hasn’t quite yet faded and they have me rooted to the spot. I try to take a breath, it’s hard but the cold air in my lungs seems to help bring me back to reality. “That was...amazing.” The word seems inadequate to me but Jungkook’s face lights up, “Thanks.” We stand there for a few more seconds staring at our toes and then each other. As we head back to the heated building I don’t even notice the change in temperature.

The air, while still frosty, was filled with the excitement of holiday festivities and the promise of a break from classes.  As the final bell of the day rang I began to slowly pack up my books. The rest of the class was a flurry of students rushing to be on their way as fast as possible, ready for their winter break to begin. I look to my side and see that Jungkook also seemed to take his time grabbing his belongings. “Are you going home for the holidays?” I ask as I search for the cap of my pen that seemed to have gone missing. Jungkook and I had finally started to talk after that time on the roof and I had learned that his family was still living in Busan while he was training in Seoul. “The Hyung’s and I are working really hard with training right now so we will be able to debut sooner so I won’t be able to go home this year.” His eyes look a little sad as replies. I feel bad for mentioning it. “Did your parents agree to let you go on the ski trip?” He asks in return. I had spent the last three weeks trying to convince my parents to let me spend part of the break skiing with my friend and her family and after a lot of begging and chores, the house had never looked so clean, they had agreed. “Yes, they finally did.” Jungkook looked happy at my answer, my heart gave a little leap. I don’t know what it was but just talking with him about little things always made me feel cozy. ‘That will be so much fun,” He smiled as he zipped up his bag and swung it over his shoulder. “Yeah I’m so excited for it I can’t wait, though I am a bit worried since I don’t know how to ski.” I say as I slip my pen in my bag and start to head for the door. “I’m sure you will be fine, but,” Jungkook gives a bunny smile, “If you break a bone I get to sign the cast.” I roll my eyes at him, “Wow thanks.” He gives a laugh but seems to hesitate for a second. “Umm,” he suddenly seems like the bashful deskmate from the beginning of the school year, “Since I won’t see you until after the holidays, here.” Jungkook stuffs a package into my hand and takes off for the door, stopping and turning around with a quick wave, “have a happy holiday.” I raise my hand in reply but he’s already gone. I look down at the package, it's wrapping a little sloppy. My heart races a bit as I open it and see a beautiful sweater. I haven’t even put it on and I already feel warm.

The new year seems to bring with it the coldest weather and with the holidays over it was back to classes. My fingers seem to be numb as I try to lace up my skates. Some of the students are already on the ice, boys racing each other, girls showing off their jumps and spins. I don’t understand how people can enjoy doing something like ice skating when it's so cold. Just the word ice chills me through. As I continue to struggle with the laces Jungkook appears before me and bends down and begins to tie them correctly. “That should do it,” he says as he stands up. “Thanks,” I reply as I, too, try and stand. My first few steps on the ice are a bit wobbly and as one of the boys rushes past I lose my balance and I swing my arms wildly about trying to stay upright, to no avail. My bottom is sore as I pick myself up and my hands are frozen from the ice and I think again that ice skating is miserable. Jungkook skates over to me after witnessing my graceful spill and gives me a worried look, “Are you okay?” Great, now embarrassment is added to my list of grievances. I say I’m ‘fine’ as I finally get back on my feet. “How about I help you?” Jungkook asks, offering his hand. I hesitate for a moment and then slowly reach out. His hand tightens around mine and my heart tightens as well. “We’ll just go nice and slow,” he says encouragingly. We spend the next half hour skating around the rink hand in hand. I’m pretty sure ice skating is my favorite activity.

Eventually the sun starts to appear more and the snow begins to melt. There are even a couple of days when Jungkook insists that the weather is warm enough to open the window, though nowadays he always makes sure I have a sweater with me first. Exams will soon be approaching and everyone is starting to study a bit more seriously. Except for Jungkook, who I start to see less and less. He says that his group is about to set a date for debut and that he needs to practice harder so there are days when he doesn’t even show up for class. I try to take class notes and leave them on the desk for him for the days that he would come, I’m not sure if he actually uses them or not but he would leave a note back saying ‘thanks.’ And so we began to communicate by leaving notes for each other. The notes began to get longer and  would say anything from what I ate, to something funny a classmate said, or to even something a bit more personal, about family life and feelings. Jungkook’s would tell stories of practice incidents or something that happened when he was a kid or about his fears of not being good enough to become an idol. I missed being able to see him all the time but the notes were special and I would take them and put them in a box to read over and over when the weather would turn cooler again.

On a particularly sunny day, no trace of snow on the ground and a feeling of newness in the air, I got into class to see Jungkook sitting at our desk. As I took my seat I looked down and saw a note on the desk. I opened it and read, “Han River after school?” My heart leapt, we had never hung out after school before, Jungkook was always busy practicing. I glanced over at him and gave a nod. He smiled his bunny smile and I’m pretty sure I didn’t learn one thing that day.

The grass was mostly brown still but there were patches of green that popped up here and there as Jungkook and I made our way along the river. When we had first arrived Jungkook suggested renting a bicycle and I agreed only to find out it was tandem one. I struggled a bit at first to get the hang of it but he was a natural. I was sure that Jungkook was good at everything he tried. Well everything except school, his grades were, pretty bad. Eventually we tired of biking and Jungkook bought us some ice cream and we sat on a bench looking out at the river. The ice cream was cold in my mouth and it made me give a little shiver. Jungkook noticed and grabbed his sweater and tossed it around my shoulders, laughing, “Are you never not cold?” I look at him and think, maybe I don’t always need a sweater.

The last day of classes and the weather is starting to feel really warm, summer is just around the corner. I hadn’t seen Jungkook in a couple of weeks, he had found out his debut date. Jungkook was going to be an idol. I was so happy and excited for him when he had told me he was accomplishing his dreams. But as the truth of the fact set in it was like a cold in my bones that I couldn’t quite shake despite the warm air. I wouldn’t be able to see Jungkook much longer. It was just a few more days till his scheduled debut so I didn’t expect to see him that day,  he hadn’t even shown up for classes. But as I left the school yard feeling a bit heavy hearted I was surprised as my eyes landed on him. It had only been a few weeks but he looked so different, is that what it was like to become an idol? His eyes meet mine and he gives me his bunny smile and the sun suddenly seems brighter. As we walk together he tells me all about the details for the debut and the fun he’s had recording and making a music video. I just smile in response. He notices my quietness and comes to a stop at a small park. We walk over to the swings and sit. I drag my feet along the dirt as I go back and forth. I look down and take a deep breath. I can feel Jungkook looking at me. “I…” my voice trails and cracks and I try again, “I missed you.” A tear frees itself against my will. “I missed you too.” It was said so quietly I thought I might have imagined it. “Is this goodbye?” I ask, already knowing the answer, he will be busy practicing and performing and have to switch to a different school. “I’m sorry,” is all he says. I give him a rueful smile through the few tears that slide down my cheeks, “There’s nothing to be sorry for, I’m really happy for you” He looks down now too. “I really liked being your deskmate,” he says. “I'm glad you were mine too,” I reply, “Even if it did take forever to get you to talk”. He laughs; “As if you were any better.” It’s true, it’s a miracle we were ever able to have a conversation at all with how awkward we were. We smile at each other and swing for a little while longer, enjoying the last bit of time we will have sitting side by side, and then Jungkook needs to go back to practice. He stands, giving a wave, and then turns to go. “Goodbye, deskmate,” I whisper and as the words leave my mouth a cloud covers the sun and a cold wind rustles the trees. Even though it is almost summer I think I need a sweater.

[littlerose13writes]

Enough For Now

Happy birthday to my loves @per-mare-ad-astra and @cherrydore, this was inspired by a certain interest you both have, I hope you like it!☺️

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“Healer Scorpius?” The little girl swung her legs back and forth on the chair she sat on and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Scorpius finished scribbling the date on the bottom of the piece of parchment he was attaching to her blood sample and smiled at her. “Yes, Emily?”

“Do you have any pets, at home, do you?”

Emily’s mum laughed. “Emily is desperate for a pet of her own.”

Scorpius smiled. “No, I don’t have any pets. It’s just me, my husband and my daughter at home. A baby is enough for now.”

Emily’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. “So you never ever had a pet?”

“Emily, come on, Healer Scorpius is very busy,” her mum said briskly.

“It’s okay.” Scorpius placed her blood sample down. “I’ve had pets before, would you like to hear about them?”

Emily nodded enthusiastically. Scorpius darted his eyes at her mum for permission then pulled Emily onto his lap. His brief rundown of every animal he’d ever owned had him thinking for the rest of the day.

“Mummy, mummy!” Scorpius ran with abandon across the lawn and bounced around in front of his mother, who was tending to the hydrangeas. “Mummy, guess what?”

He paused for breath for half a second, leaving no time for any guesses to happen.

“I founded a bunny rabbit and it has all these baby bunnies and they’re all having a cuddle under the rose bush. Come and see!”

“Baby bunnies? You clever boy,” his mother beamed.

Scorpius tugged at her hand. Astoria laughed and carefully removed her gardening gloves, laying them beside her magical pruning shears (which Scorpius wasn’t allowed to touch). She offered her hand to Scorpius and let him pull her back across the lawn, to the rose bush.

“Look, they’re right there!” Scorpius flattened himself against the grass and peered under the bush. “Hello.”

He felt his mother crouch down behind him and together they watched the baby bunnies snuggle around a big, grey rabbit. There were four babies in all, small and fluffy. They reminded Scorpius of little clouds and he excitedly told his mother so.

“Little rain clouds, maybe.”

“Mummy, can I keep one? It can live in my bedroom and I can look after it and when Daddy grooms Hebe I can groom it!”

Scorpius pictured his father stroking their family owl’s feathers while he sat beside him with a baby bunny in his lap. He could give it a name and teach it all about dragons and read it his favourite bedtime stories.

Astoria frowned. “I don’t think you can take it away from its mummy. You wouldn’t want someone to take you away from your mummy, would you?” She wrapped her arms around him and he relaxed back into her.

Scorpius gasped. “Never!” He thought for a second, curled up against Astoria, then he squirmed in her arms to turn and face her. “I have an idea. All of them can live in my bedroom together!”

“Five rabbits?”

“Now I have no pets, so I could have five pets instead,” Scorpius reasoned. “I’m five so I can have five pets too!”

Astoria sat cross legged and pulled him onto her lap. “Does that mean Daddy gets to have thirty pets?”

“No,” Scorpius giggled. “That would be too much pets.”

“But five is just right?”

Scorpius considered her question very carefully. “Five is more than I thought of, but I don’t want to take them away from their mummy.”

“I think the bunnies will be the happiest living out here in the garden. They’re sort of your pets out here, just like the peacocks.”

“Gustave is my peacock pet!” Scorpius cried happily.

“Maybe they might like to meet us, let’s see.”

She gently removed him from her lap and Scorpius watched in awe as she crawled towards the rabbits. With a bit of light coaxing, the five animals scampered out from under the rose bush. Scorpius wondered if his mummy had used magic to get them to come out, but she didn’t have her wand out; Mummy seemed to have her own special magic that didn’t even need a wand.

Scorpius gasped in delight as one of the babies hopped up into his lap. “She likes me!”

“She’s lovely.” Astoria smiled and stroked the mummy rabbit. She was probably going to talk about Mummy things with the mummy rabbit, Scorpius thought.

“Your name is going to be,” Scorpius thought for a second and watched the bunny wiggle its nose, “Wiggles.” He scooped the bunny up and nuzzled his nose into its soft fur.

“What about these ones? Wiggles’ brothers and sisters?”

Scorpius knew all about brothers and sisters from some of his favourite books about children with brothers and sisters. They played together and went on adventures together and Scorpius thought it seemed like amazing fun to have brothers and sisters.

He pointed to one of the other babies. “Giggles, because it sounds like Wiggles.”

“Are they all going to have rhyming names?” Astoria placed the rabbit just christened Giggles into Scorpius’ lap too.

“Yes,” Scorpius said confidently. “Wiggles, Giggles, Higgles and Piggles.” He laughed at the way the names sounded.

“And the mummy?”

“Susan,” Scorpius said, without missing a beat.

Scorpius didn’t take a pet to Hogwarts because he just couldn’t decide between all the different options. His dad told him he could have any pet he wanted for school, which didn’t help his hyperactive, indecisive little mind at all. Instead, Scorpius decided to wait until his first term was over so as to make an informed decision.

The informed decision was that he was content enough with his stuffed hedgehog (named Chog) to be doing without a pet for now. School was rather overwhelming, and a pet to take care of seemed like a responsibility Scorpius didn’t want to shoulder just then. His best friend Albus had an owl, and he said Scorpius could borrow her whenever he wanted anyway, so he was happy enough. He decided he’d probably get a proper pet when he grew up and moved into his own house.

What Scorpius hadn’t planned for, was that when that happened, he’d be moving into a little flat in London with his now boyfriend, Albus. Albus didn’t like animals much, and Scorpius was so busy at Healer school that they weren’t really in a position to take care of any pets. Scorpius did get his own owl (a sweet little scops he named Daisy) who instantly buddied up with Albus’ grand old lady owl, but owls weren’t properly considered as pets.

That was until Scorpius’ first year as a qualified junior Healer, where he worked in the pediatrics department and was working towards his specialised qualification in Neonatal Magical Healing. With Albus expanding his business, it was arguably the busiest time for them both, which meant Albus was somewhat surprised when Scorpius arrived at home with two pygmy puffs in tow.

“Albus, can I discuss something with you?”

The two little balls of fluff quivered in the crook of Scorpius’ arm as Albus peered at them, put down the wooden spoon he was holding and raised his eyebrows at Scorpius. “Do we have pets now?”

“Temporarily… well, you see, Edward was very worried about who would take care of Bibble and Blip while he recovers from his surgery, and with his anxiety the way it already is…” He trailed off as Albus started grinning.

“You. Are. Ridiculous.” Albus tapped him lightly on the nose with each word and then laughed, pressing his lips to Scorpius’ for a second.

“Do you mind? I know you don’t like animals but they’re ever so easy to manage and they don’t shed and they really take care of themselves once you’ve fed them and cuddled them a bit and I can do that before work anyway and-“

He stopped as Albus scooped up the yellow puff and held it in both hands, bringing it up to his eye level. “You don’t look like you’ll be much trouble.”

The yellow pygmy puff (Blip) squeaked in delight and nuzzled against Albus’ finger. The blue one, Bibble, in Scorpius’ arms, copied his brother’s sound, as if celebrating being accepted into the Potter-Malfoy home.

“How long are they going to be staying with us?” Albus let Blip run up his arm and perch on his shoulder.

Scorpius smiled at the sight of his boyfriend and the little fluffy creature. “A few weeks, just until Edward is allowed to go home.”

It was indeed true that Bibble and Blip only stayed with Albus and Scorpius for a few weeks, in which time Edward made a full recovery. However, those few weeks were also long enough for Lily to get wind of the situation and arrange what she called Puff Playtime, seemingly an event where she brought her own three pygmy puffs over and taught them all to sing in harmony. Albus insisted he locked himself in his Potions workshop every visit, but Scorpius suspected he was almost as into it as Lily was, given how attached he seemed to be to Bibble and Blip.

The result of Lily’s endeavours was a very pregnant pygmy puff, the offspring of which she insisted belonged to Albus and Scorpius. Scorpius expected Albus to decline and offer the baby puff to his uncles for the shop, but he was extremely accepting of the whole thing.

“Well, I suppose we have no choice, Scor. I don’t mind looking after it in the day, they don’t take too much,” he said offhandedly with a poorly concealed grin.

And so, little Lavender Potter-Malfoy became part of the household. Named for her pretty pastel shade which Lily said confirmed that Bibble was the baby daddy, she was really quite sweet. She would roll around the flat and hop up onto the furniture, she liked to perch on Albus’ shoulder while he cooked dinner and Scorpius suspected the same thing happened while Albus potioned in his workshop. During the night, she would curl up at Scorpius’ feet but it wasn’t uncommon for him to wake up and find Lavender nestled in his hair instead.

Lavender came with Albus and Scorpius to Albus’ parents for Christmas that year where she spent the whole day gleefully annoying the Potters’ old cat, Mrs Penelope Whiskerson. Penny took refuge in the airing cupboard which was too high up for Lavender to reach and she sulked for the rest of the day on Albus’ shoulder. Scorpius swears he heard Albus whisper to Lavender how he’d never liked Penny anyway and she was far cuter but he denies this vehemently.

Lavender the pygmy puff was much older and very mellow by the time another animal arrived at the Potter-Malfoy house in the form of the Lupin twins’ hamster. Teddy had apologetically handed over Honey in her small cage, saying something about how Pippa couldn’t sleep without her at the moment.

“Honey is having a sleepover at Al and Scorpy’s too!” Pippa cried happily, rushing around the room.

Lavender sniffed at Honey’s cage suspiciously but seemed to decide the small, sleeping hamster didn’t pose much of a threat. That’s what Albus and Scorpius had both thought too.

“What’s that noise?”

Scorpius hadn’t realised he was awake until he heard his husband’s voice, but now he too was aware of a strange, squeaking, rattling sound.

“Is that Pip?” Scorpius asked, blinking blearily into the darkness and rubbing his eyes. It was the middle of the night and still pitch black.

“I’ll go and check on her.” Albus sighed and pulled himself out of bed, padding across the room in his bare feet to check on the little girl sleeping in the guest room.

The strange sound stopped and he returned moments later with a dark expression on his face. “It’s the hamster. Running about on its bloody wheel.”

“Pippa’s still asleep?”

Albus climbed back into bed and curled up against Scorpius’ chest. “Silencing charms are safe to use on animals, aren’t they?”

Scorpius nodded and wrapped his arms around Albus, ready to fall back asleep. Instead, the bedroom door pushed open and soft footsteps crossed the room.

“Uncle Al,” Pippa’s little voice whispered.

Albus rolled away from Scorpius and pushed himself up in the bed. “What is it, sweetie? Did you have a bad dream?”

“No, worse. I can’t hear Honey running in her wheel. Is she okay, Uncle Al?” She pressed a finger to her lip in concern.

“She’s fine, my love. You just can’t hear her.” Albus got out of bed and took Pippa’s hand. “Come on, let’s put you back to bed.”

Pippa stayed resolutely where she was and wrenched her hand from Albus’ grip. “But I can’t sleep if I can’t hear Honey!”

Albus sighed and Scorpius passed him his wand from the bedside table, knowing he would want it to undo the silencing charm. A few seconds later, the monotonous squeaking of the hamster wheel was audible again and Pippa sighed in relief.

“Now you can sleep, come on, I’ll tuck you in.”

She went happily with her godfather this time and Albus returned a short while later, muttering mutinously. He threw himself down on the bed and buried his face into Scorpius’ neck.

“I know I can’t be cross with Teddy right now with everything that’s going on…” he ended this thought by simply sighing heavily.

Scorpius ran his fingers through Albus’ hair, massaging the back of his scalp in the process in what he knew was a calming way. The sound of the hamster wheel continued to sound loudly throughout the room.

“You know, if we’re not going to sleep…” Scorpius growled into Albus’ ear.

Lavender was no longer with them by the time Scorpius and Albus’ daughter was born. Albus said it was probably for the best, because Lavender would have been jealous of all the attention the baby was getting, but Scorpius knew he missed his little fluffy potions companion. He had secret plans to get Albus another pygmy puff for his birthday, although he might wait until their daughter was a bit older and Albus had gone back to work full time.

Having a baby around didn’t leave much time for pets until they reluctantly agreed to cat-sit for Harry and Ginny when they went away to celebrate their anniversary. Mrs Penelope Whiskerson the Second, however, turned out to be much more agreeable than her predecessor. She had a habit of curling up to nap in the most inconvenient places (like on top of Scorpius’ important hospital paperwork, or inside their daughter’s laundry basket) and she clearly thought she was the most important being in the house, but she was also cuddly and sweet, for a cat, Albus said.

Scorpius came home from a St Mungo’s one day to the sounds of giggling shrieks from the playroom. He’d had rather a stressful day, but just the knowledge that his husband and daughter were on the other side of the door soothed him immediately.

“Where’s my girl?” he asked loudly, peeking around the doorway. “There she is! Hello!”

“Dada’s home.” Albus scooped the baby up and carried her over to Scorpius where she immediately reached for him. He kissed her on both cheeks and wrapped an arm around Albus’ waist, kissing his cheek too.

“What have you been up to?” Scorpius looked in some confusion at the cardboard boxes in the middle of the playroom.

“We’ve been playing cat,” Albus explained. “Look.”

He pointed to one of the boxes, gently lifted the lid and beckoned Scorpius to look inside. When he peered in, it was to see Mrs Penelope Whiskerson the Second curled up comfortably. His daughter pointed enthusiastically at the cat and grinned, showing her tiny, single tooth. She was at the ‘pointing at everything’ stage and it was incredibly cute.

“So the cat gets in one box and she gets in the other?”

Albus shrugged. “More or less. She loves it, look.”

He took the baby from Scorpius and lowered her into the larger box where she immediately waved her arms around in excitement and squealed with delight.

“Merlin, that’s cute. Did you get a picture?” Scorpius was already halfway to the door to get the camera.

“Got about thirty,” Albus chuckled.

Scorpius sat cross legged in front of the box and his daughter grinned at him. She lowered her head so it was touching the bottom of the box and waited for a second, then she popped back up and shrieked with happiness.

“She’s playing peekaboo!” Scorpius couldn’t contain the feeling in his heart as he reached for Albus’ hand and pulled him down to the floor too. “Do it again, baby girl.”

She did, giggling with delight at Albus’ feigned wonders about where she could have gone. Then she popped up and looked between her dads, smiling toothily and looking a bit expectant.

“There she is!” Scorpius said obediently but all he received was a frown.

“Oh, no, you have to say tadah!” Albus explained and she immediately giggled.

Scorpius sighed and pressed a hand to his heart. “How do we have the cutest daughter on the planet?”

They continued playing peekaboo, Scorpius taking Albus’ tadah and turning it into a full fanfare celebration complete with firework sound effects which he made himself. She adored it and began to cry when Scorpius tried to take her out of the box for her bath.

“I don’t get it, she loves baths.”

“I suppose our daughter just lives in a box now,” Albus shrugged. “I’m glad we spent so much money on that pushchair.”

Scorpius was torn between taking her out of the box and riding the storm out - she’d stop crying once she was in the bath, wouldn’t she? - and letting her keep playing until she got bored of it by herself. He tried to imagine what he’d do if this was happening at work with a patient, but it was always so difficult to be objective when it was his own daughter.

But then the decision was made for him. Mrs Penelope Whiskerson the Second uncurled herself in the box and stretched her body out long, giving a very majestic yawn. She leapt lightly from the box and stalked from the room, her tail sticking straight up in the air, as if highly offended that they’d interrupted her box nap. Immediately, their daughter pointed to where the cat had gone and stretched her arms to be picked up and taken out of the box.

“Oh dear, are we going to have to get a cat now?” Scorpius straightened up as Albus picked their daughter up.

“Mrs Penelope Whiskerson the Third?” Albus snorted. “I think a baby is enough for now.”

They both smiled fondly as they watched their daughter rest her head on Albus’ shoulder and curl her little fist in his hair.

“She’s tired,” Scorpius commented unnecessarily.

As they went to leave the room together and give their daughter her bath, there was a loud crashing sound followed by a yelping meow. Albus gritted his teeth and sighed. “That’d better not be my potions kit again.”

“This is why a baby is enough for now,” Scorpius chuckled, going with him to investigate the damage.

[chiimei]

Our Bloody Hell Fate - Chapter 1

Recently I came across @gosshiku-hime-wa-yami-san amazing fanfic “Fire Safety is Important at a Blood Moon Ball”. (Go check out this fanfic as well, it’s worth your time!) It was such an amazing fanfic that it inspired me to write my own Tomco fanfic with the blood moon au! Not only that, I also found @shittyloops  badass demon!Marco design. [here] So about the fanfic, this will be a story about Marco and Tom standing under the blood moonlight and Marco becoming a demon. I hope you would like this story! Enjoy reading~

Short Story Summary: Marco decided to go to the Blood Moon ball after all. He knew Star wouldn’t like it, but he can’t trust that demon ex-boyfriend of hers. He wanted to save Star, but... he didn’t know this ball turned his life upside down instead. For good or for worse.

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He can’t believe that Star honestly left him to go to the Blood Moon Ball with her demon ex-boyfriend, Tom. He just can’t trust that guy, not only because he’s Star ex, but he’s also a demon for God sake! He’s from the Underworld, not some rainbow paradise. He can’t help but worry about Star, though he also knows that she could take care of herself. However, that’s about fighting, this is about dating. That demon doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would change easily and would be bad for Star to date again. Besides, it’s more fun to stay here at home.

He sighed loudly and sunk deeper into his chair, sulking about the fact that Star chose her ex above her friend. He grabbed a handful of nachos to stuff them in his mouth while listening to Mexican music. With a mouthful he held his fingers up, pretending he has a ton of fun.

“I’ll have my own Blood Moon Ball in Star’s bedroom. Where it’s always funnnn...”

He even wore his special black tuxedo for this evening. Now Star’s not here, it all feels meaningless. He planned to have a lot of fun without Star, so he could brag to her what she missed out. However, in reality, it’s impossible to have fun without his best friend. He glanced quickly at the Blood Moon, wondering if Star was having fun without him. 

“...”

He looked back in front of him and grabbed another handful of nachos, stuffing his mouth full of it. He should really stop worrying about Star. It’s not like anything could go wrong at a demon prom… It’s not like anything could go wrong since Star has her wand with her to protect herself. Besides, if Tom really changed for Star, then he could protect her in case some other demon wants to hurt Star… Yeah, these thoughts are totally reassuring to him. Totally.

“Blood moon tonight.”

Did Marco hear that right? He looked around but saw no one standing close to him, yet he heard a voice. He glanced at a portrait of an old sea captain. It couldn’t come from him, could it? He quickly glanced at his nachos. Maybe he ate too much from them or they are expired. Or he just felt so lonely without Star that he’s hearing things. Well, whatever it might be, he will just shrug it off and continue with chewing his nachos.

“The moon of lovers.”

“Okay, now I clearly heard it,” Marco thought and was truly weirded out by it as he jumped out of his seat. He looked suspiciously at the sea captain’s portrait again. What does it even mean by ‘the moon of lovers’? Marco ran his eyes over Tom’s bell and the hammer. Could it be some kind of evil spell to trick Star? Something that will make Star love Tom? Or maybe there’s some other dark magic going on? Who knows what Tom might be planning. By all means, his gut tells him something will happen and he doesn’t want to find out what that might be.

As he looked how the bell’s red crescent moon ornament shimmers, he remembered again, it was a demon prom in the Underworld. Not a great place for a human to walk around. So he decided to go in a Día de Muertos disguise. Well, he basically just wears a skull with a mustache mask, but that should be enough. At least he hopes that would fool the demons. Once he put the mask on, he gazed at the bell again. 

Three full seconds of air in, then a deep breath out. He knows Star wouldn’t be happy about this, but his gut tells him to go to Star. He needs to take her away from the ball. As he slowly took the bell and the hammer in his hand, he closed his eyes, rethinking if he was making the right choice. Once his eyes opened, they were full of determination. “This is for Star’s sake,” he convinced himself in his mind as he hit the hammer against the bell.

“Whoa, wait a second. Are you getting angry?”

Star asked, slightly surprised, not that it was a total surprise since its Tom after all. She knew he still has a short temper and-

“No.” Tom denied while glaring at Star.

And he’s a liar as well. Him frowning in anger wasn’t convincing his ‘no’ at all, which only annoyed Star more. She doesn’t want to deal with Tom’s temper again, so she will leave him be. Maybe he could cool down that way, though that might be difficult for a fire demon.

“Look, you do you, Boo. I'm gonna go get a drink.”

As Star walked towards the bubbling punch bowl, Tom kept petting his bunny till the fur goes straight up. He can’t help but feel so frustrated about Star’s behavior. He knows he needs to do his best to win her over, but not only did she not accept his spider hair thing. She also didn’t appreciate what he does for her. He kept everything low-key for her, which made the rest of the guests bored. As a prince, that’s quite a sacrifice. Actually, he doesn’t care about his image as the demon prince of the Underworld, if that means having Star back as his girlfriend. He even hired a life coach, which made other demons look at him like he lost his mind or look at him with pitiful eyes. Of course, they still behave well-mannered when they face him if they consider their lives as precious.

“Hm? ...Oh no, he doesn’t.”

Tom noticed some demon offering Star to dance and no way in hell will he make that happen. She’s his date for tonight after all. 

So this was a demon prom huh. Marco actually expected it to be more...gore? Or at least more horrifying. For now, it reminds him of some Halloween party. Maybe the Underworld wasn’t so half as bad as he thought it would be. Even though those are real demons that are walking around, instead of children in costumes.

He shook his head and slapped his hands on his cheeks. He shouldn’t get distracted so easily. He needs to find Star and get away. A human isn’t supposed to be here, after all, so he needs to be quick.

While searching for Star, he bumped into someone… or something? For a split second. he was sure he saw something black in front of him. Like some black fire? Or black energy. He wasn’t sure what it was, but when he bumped into it, it gave him a grim feeling in his stomach. However, that awful feeling disappeared in an instant, like it never happened before. Now, in front of him stands a girl with long red-orange hair who seems to be around his age. She wore a short white dress with sleeves that go wider to the end. She also has a white mask on the top of her head, it looked like a shape of an animal’s head, but he couldn’t clearly see what kind. The young girl, who surprisingly looks very human, smiled sweetly at him as she walked around him out of curiosity.

“You know, humans are like food to demons.”

She whispered in his ears and smiled smugly at him, while her eyes are glowing red. She took a step back while holding her hands up in defense. She chuckled as she saw the horrific look in the boy’s eyes and him suddenly striking some fighting pose.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not one of those human eaters after all. Instead…”

She firstly rolled her eyes and then she glanced around to see if someone was paying attention to them. When the coast was clear, she grabbed a transparent small bottle with strawberry-pink liquid out of her sleeve. She took a step closer to the boy while pushing the bottle in his hands.

“Drink this before someone else notices you’re human. You may ‘disguise’ as a demon, but you still smell like a human. Once you drink this, your human scent will disappear.”

Marco suspiciously examined the bottle, even smelling if it doesn’t smell like poison. Instead of some poison-like or disgusting smell, it has a sweet scent, like strawberries. He gazed from the bottle to the girl.

“Why are you helping me?”

The girl chuckled once more and turned around, holding her hands on her back. Her eyes were directed to the ceiling for a second. She then turned around to face the boy again and smiled brightly at him.

“Let’s just say I want to see a special dance before it becomes a slaughter party. Anyways, you don’t have to drink that bottle if you don’t want to, it's your choice. Well, good luck for now and in the future, boy.”

She patted him on the shoulder when she passed him by. Marco didn’t quite understand why she was wishing him good luck, so he wanted to ask her what she meant by it. However, by the time he turned around, a crowd was gathering as a demon, which looked like the ball organizer, asked for attention when he tapped the microphone.

“Hey, is it just me, or do I smell a human here?”

A demon asked who stood quite close to Marco, which startled Marco so badly that he breaks into a cold sweat. While his heart was almost leaping out of his chest, the demon next to him laughed and slapped on the back of the other demon’s back.

“A human? Here? Ha! You must be crazy! Maybe you drank some of that unicorn blood, makes you imagine things you know. There’s no way a human could come to the Underworld. Doesn't princess Star reek of humans? She’s living on Earth now, right? So maybe it’s coming from her.”

Marco was half paying attention to what the ball organizer is talking about while listening more to the demons close by. He glanced at the bottle before glancing quickly at the demons again.

“Maybe I should drink this just in case… if something bad will happen to me, I’m sure Star will help me. Better safe than sorry.”

He mumbled softly to himself while finding some courage to drink this mysterious drink. It didn’t seem dangerous, but one doesn’t judge a book by its cover either. That girl,  who looked more like a human than demon, seemed kind enough. He sighed slightly and gulped the liquid in one shot, hoping no one else would notice that there’s a human in the midst of them.

“...Hm, I feel nothing.”

Once he drank the bottle empty, he looked at himself. At least he doesn’t feel weird or any pain. His body didn’t change into anything as well, his arm appeared to be fine too. He even sniffed at himself, but he doesn’t notice anything. In fact, he still smells like nachos. Maybe that drink didn’t work on humans? He shrugged as he was at least relieved nothing bad happened. Since nothing changed, he will just continue searching for Star once the speech or something was done.

“...binding them together for eternity in its hypnotic, ruby, brodum.”

The demon ball organizer finished his talk. The light of the blood moon covered the skylight opening as the eerie organ music started to play. While the music started to play, the demons started to dance. 

“Ugh! That's the wrong piece of music! This is gonna drive me crazy. Alright, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back.”

Tom shouted loudly enough for Marco to hear. Thanks to him, he found Star right away. Besides, Tom was even walking away from Star, which gives him a great opportunity to take her away from this ball! At least that was the plan before Star started to aimlessly wander around. He even called after her a couple of times, but she didn’t seem to hear him. Just when he was almost able to grab her arm, someone else grabbed his hand and pulled him towards them.

“Hey, do you have some business with my date?”

Tom did not want some demon stalker to follow his date. He won’t let anyone ruin this dance with his date. When he saw some demon going after her, who was also inches away from grabbing her, he couldn’t stand still and do nothing. He grabbed his hand and pulled the guy with the skull mask towards him so he would face the mighty demon prince. He asked the skull demon with a fierce tone what his business was with Star, trying to suppress his anger. Just at that moment, the light of the blood moon shines on them, drowning the ballroom in red light.

[Next Chapter]

[danikavasile]

ilnerium​:

Out from the coupe Soa looked up to the building before her. These halls built in the name of science and furthering knowledge held a distinct feel to them. These, born of her mothers questions of life and death, furthered by a daughter that carried her goal and then some, these felt the same but more. Perhaps it was that attachment to the woman who taught her things could be more than they looked, and to always look deeper.

She turned and looked back at the 2023 Porsche 911 in the custom paint the dealer gave Soa’s own name. She wasn’t sure of what she felt about the vehicle yet. Perhaps a more open road would have been a better tester.

There had been more traffic than she expected.

She was late and she could already see her sister’s face. Though, that brought a smile curving on her lips as she walked through security into the building. Curls bounced behind her over the corseted Versace dress,  heels sounding down the corridor as she moved, holding the handle of Dolce bag with light desire building to swing it. She did not.

From the wishes of one pureblood filled with questions behind her soft gentle smile, nurturing in her predictive way, protective in her endeavors, to another, filled with her own questions, inspiring in her focus, kindred in her fanged mischief. The halls all felt familiar, even when Soa wasn’t ever exactly sure what was held behind each door.

That was the case with family, she was certain. Opening the door and stepping within Danika’s office, she halted watching her as she spoke. Her own fanged smile copied the elder before she moved to the desk. “He likes to think he rubs off on me, I don’t think it has ventured to that”, she answered making her way around the desk. “Though blame must be given to the slowpokes on the 70. Couldn’t even crack open the engine properly.” She pressed a greeting of a kiss to her cheek then eased back, taking in the elder’s attire. “This reminds me someone needs to get me one of these tailored suits made.”

She walked around the table, eyeing the folder with the same report she had been rereading. “I wonder about those findings, but I’m not sure if this is the look to hear about it more.”

Danika received the kiss and returned it with two of her own, one on each of Soa’s rounded cheeks. She extended the other teacup of blood to the younger vampiress while she took a seat in her executive chair, eyes cutting to the manila folder. “Perhaps not,” Danika tapped the top of the folder with maroon-painted nails. “I’m not sure if you have in your repertoire an ensemble that elicits feelings of falling short because that is precisely what you will find inside this folder.”

With her right hand, she delicately raised her teacup to her lips and, very slowly, drank off half of the blood. She let it coat her tongue and throat. The taste was liquid-silk but nowhere near as pleasurable as the animal joy of lapping blood straight from the source. She ran her tongue over her teeth. 

The wraiths of her thousands of trials and retrials flashed before her, and she was struck by a pang of displeasure at their lack of tangible results. Nonetheless, she and her team would persist. What was science if not continual trial and error? 

“We’ve deduced that vampires produce vitamin D 252% times faster than humans, and due to the uncompromising nature of our pureblood genes, this trait is allegedly impervious to natural evolution.” Danika flicked open the folder and leafed through its contents, pulling out a document from the middle and placing it in Soa’s view. “We were able to create an ingestible that allowed twenty test subjects to stand in the sun for approximately thirteen minutes without becoming a glorified dust bunny. However, they were plagued with extreme hypercalcemia and suffered the likes of severe headaches, confusion, lethargy, vomiting, and stomach pain.” A finger danced over the data on the page. She allowed its inconclusiveness to light a fire within her and enkindle her unsated hunger for answers. 

She looked up at Soa and smiled. “It seems we are challenging the very nature of our organism. And it is fighting back with a certain stubborn insistence to remain unchanged. For as frustrated as I am by these results - or lack thereof - I am remotely pleased. What would be the point of life if all its trials were duck soup?” Danika leaned back in her chair, the angles of her body swathed in the soft amber light of the desk lamp. “I hope you are not dismayed by the lack of good news.” 

[wiremagazine]

CALM DOWN, IT'S THE MTV VIDEO MUSIC AWARDS WITH OUR FAVORITE DIVAS, DIVOS & FRESH NEW ARTISTS!

By DJ FR8-O

The world's most unpredictable awards show just threw us another curveball. Hosting this year's hottest night in music is comedian and actor Sebastian Maniscalco. Yeah, never heard of him either, but the outspoken Italian is ready to bring the laughs and the chutzpah back into the VMAs. Joining him will be all our favorite divas, divos and fresh new artists who've been dominating our playlists over the last 12 months. This year's ceremony is going to be a battle of the pop princesses with both Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift snatching 10 nominations each. Who will take home the most Moon Persons is yet to be seen, but here are my top picks.  

BEST NEW ARTIST Ava Max Billie Eilish H.E.R. Lil Nas X Rosalía

Lizzo It may seem like Lizzo just came out of nowhere and went straight to the front of the class, but she's been schooling her fans since she was 14 years old. In an industry that puts so much pressure on image and tries to hide flaws with photoshop and camera tricks, Lizzo celebrates her curves and literally puts it all out there. Her confidence is only overshadowed by her talent, with a stream of hits and sold-out shows over the past year.  

BEST COLLABORATION BTS (featuring Halsey): "Boy with Luv" Lil Nas X (featuring Billy Ray Cyrus): "Old Town Road (Remix)" Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello: "Señorita" Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber: "I Don't Care" Taylor Swift (featuring Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco): "Me!"

Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper: "Shallow" As if she wasn't jaw-droppingly gifted all on her own, no one has ever brought the on-screen chemistry as Gaga and Cooper did in the big-screen blockbuster A Star is Born. The heat was so intense that it raised suspicions of the two being more than just co-stars. While those rumors have since been squashed, I still get a few raised hairs every time I hear their duet from the diva's Oscar-winning film.

BEST POP 5 Seconds of Summer: "Easier" Cardi B and Bruno Mars: "Please Me" Billie Eilish: "Bad Guy" Ariana Grande: "Thank U, Next" Khalid: "Talk" Taylor Swift: "You Need to Calm Down"

Jonas Brothers: "Sucker" Everyone has their opinion of what makes a great pop song, or in this case a great pop video, but I'm sure you would agree that Nick soaking in a claw foot tub and Joe tied up in his underwear would be somewhere at the top of the list. Not only does this earworm bury deep into your brain with its throwback vibe and razor-sharp hook, but watching these guys all grown up and having more fun than ever makes this clip as timeless as the track. Did I mention the bathtub?

BEST HIP HOP 21 Savage (featuring J. Cole): "A Lot" Cardi B: "Money" DJ Khaled (featuring Nipsey Hussle and John Legend): "Higher" Lil Nas X (featuring Billy Ray Cyrus): "Old Town Road (Remix)" Travis Scott (featuring Drake): "Sicko Mode"

2 Chainz (featuring Ariana Grande): "Rule the World" Is there nothing that Ari can't do? It's hard to tell who the actual guest artist is on this track, but are we really surprised? Even during her early days on "Bang Bang," she managed to hold her own with two powerhouse divas. Now it looks like she's the one bringing the noise.

BEST R&B Childish Gambino: "Feels Like Summer" H.E.R. (featuring Bryson Tiller): "Could've Been" Alicia Keys: "Raise a Man" Normani (featuring 6lack): "Waves" Anderson .Paak (featuring Smokey Robinson): "Make It Better"

Ella Mai: "Trip" After a 13 year absence from the show, the R&B category is back! Maybe it's because of the genre's resurgence into mainstream music; but whatever the reason, it's opening doors to a whole new pool of talent that may otherwise be overlooked, like this incredibly gifted and well-deserved artist.

BEST LATIN Anuel AA and Karol G: "Secreto" Benny Blanco, Tainy, Selena Gomez and J Balvin: "I Can't Get Enough" Daddy Yankee (featuring Snow): "Con Calma" Maluma: "Mala Mía" Rosalía and J Balvin (featuring El Guincho): "Con Altura"

Bad Bunny (featuring Drake): "Mia" Watching this video reminded me of growing up in Miami, and showing up at the impromptu house party that someone hosted while their parents were away. Of course, Drake never showed up to any of them, but of all the nominees, this one captures what everyday Latin life is really about, minus all the half-naked women.

BEST DANCE The Chainsmokers (featuring Bebe Rexha): "Call You Mine" Clean Bandit (featuring Demi Lovato): "Solo" DJ Snake (featuring Selena Gomez, Ozuna and Cardi B): "Taki Taki" David Guetta, Bebe Rexha and J Balvin: "Say My Name" Marshmello and Bastille: "Happier"

Silk City and Dua Lipa: "Electricity" Music trends will come and go, but classic house will never go out of style. These guys took the essence of "Show Me Love" and "Finally" and weaved it into a track that's as fresh as it is nostalgic. Throw in Lipa's sultry vocals weaving a hypnotic melody and you've got yourself a dance anthem that no one can resist.

VIDEO FOR GOOD Jamie N Commons and Skylar Grey (featuring Gallant): "Runaway Train" Halsey: "Nightmare" The Killers: "Land of the Free" John Legend: "Preach" Lil Dicky: "Earth"

Taylor Swift: "You Need to Calm Down" It can't be a coincidence that this category debuted the same year as this track. In a time when LGBTQ lives are being attacked – physically and politically – on the daily, it's refreshing and inspiring to see an artist take a stand and put her influence where her mouth is. Not only is the track brilliantly written, but I haven't seen that many LGBTQ icons together since the Tony Awards.

BEST DIRECTION Billie Eilish: "Bad Guy" (Director: Dave Meyers) FKA Twigs: "Cellophane" (Director: Andrew Thomas Huang) Ariana Grande: "Thank U, Next" (Director: Hannah Lux Davis) Lil Nas X (featuring Billy Ray Cyrus): "Old Town Road (Remix)" (Director: Calmatic) LSD: "No New Friends" (Director: Dano Cerny)

Taylor Swift: "You Need to Calm Down" (Director: Taylor Swift and Drew Kirsch) Okay, I know what you're thinking, "this queen must be a huge T-Swift fan, so he's voting for her in every category." Quite the contrary, actually. I've always been pretty lukewarm when it comes to the country-turned-pop singer, but any director that could wrangle that many divas in one video shoot and not end up on the nightly news deserves a trophy.

BEST VISUAL EFFECTS DJ Khaled (featuring SZA): "Just Us" (Visual Effects: GloriaFX, Sergii Mashevskyi and Anatolli Kuzmytskyi) Billie Eilish: "When the Party's Over" (Visual Effects: Ryan Ross and Andres Jaramillo) FKA Twigs: "Cellophane" (Visual Effects: Analog) Ariana Grande: "God Is a Woman" (Visual Effects: Fabrice Lagayette at Mathematic) LSD: "No New Friends" (Visual Effects: Ethan Chancer)

Taylor Swift (featuring Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco): "Me!" (Visual Effects: Loris Paillier and Lucas Salton for BUF VFX) I'd hand over the award for this vid just for the visual of a smoldering Brendon Urie alone, but if you've seen the clip you know the allure is more than just his pretty face. Reminiscent of a modern Moulin Rouge, the screen oozes with splashes of color, action and special effects galore, from start to finish.  

BEST ART DIRECTION BTS (featuring Halsey): "Boy with Luv" (Art Directors: JinSil Park and BoNa Kim (MU:E) Ariana Grande: "7 Rings" (Art Director: John Richoux) Lil Nas X (featuring Billy Ray Cyrus): "Old Town Road (Remix)" (Art Director: Christian Zollenkopf for Prettybird) Taylor Swift: "You Need to Calm Down" (Art Director: Brittany Porter) Kanye West and Lil Pump (featuring Adele Givens): "I Love It" (Art Director: Tino Schaedler)

Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello: "Señorita" (Art Director: Tatiana Van Sauter) In a world where videos are trying to be bigger, brighter and bolder than the last, it takes a good eye to keep things in the background simple and let the singers take the spotlight. Subtlety is an art in itself, especially when it's meant to help a love story unfold before your eyes. My only note is that we need to see more of Shawn in his Calvin Klein's next time.

BEST CHOREOGRAPHY FKA Twigs: "Cellophane" (Choreographer: Kelly Yvonne) LSD: "No New Friends" (Choreographer: Ryan Heffington) Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello: "Señorita" (Choreographer: Calvit Hodge) Rosalía and J Balvin (featuring El Guincho): "Con Altura" (Choreographer: Charm La'Donna) Solange: "Almeda" (Choreographers: Maya Taylor and Solange Knowles)

BTS (featuring Halsey): "Boy with Luv" (Choreographers: Son Sungdeuk and Quick Crew) K-pop isn't exactly on heavy rotation on my playlists, but I must give credit where credit is due. Sure, the competition shows some beautiful moves of their own, but this vid is all about color, dancing, and more dancing. Don't ask me what they're singing about, but I could tell they were having fun while singing it.

ARTIST OF THE YEAR Cardi B Billie Eilish Halsey Jonas Brothers Shawn Mendes

Ariana Grande This may seem like I'm playing faves here, but if you take a look at all the work the other nominees have put out in the last year together, they still don't add up to the number of albums, singles, videos and collaborations Ari has checked off her to-do list. While it may not have been ground-breaking, and there's no doubt this award will actually go to Billie Eillish, no one can argue that this diva has put in more blood, sweat and tears this year than any other artist in the biz.

SONG OF THE YEAR Drake: "In My Feelings" Ariana Grande: "Thank U, Next" Jonas Brothers: "Sucker" Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper: "Shallow" Lil Nas X (featuring Billy Ray Cyrus): "Old Town Road (Remix)"

Taylor Swift: "You Need to Calm Down" Yeah, I'm going there again because this is an anthem we all need to hear and remember; not just this year, but for many years to come until the tables are turned, the planets are realigned and the haters finally take their seats for good.

VIDEO OF THE YEAR 21 Savage (featuring J. Cole): "A Lot" Billie Eilish: "Bad Guy" Ariana Grande: "Thank U, Next" Jonas Brothers: "Sucker" Lil Nas X (featuring Billy Ray Cyrus): "Old Town Road (Remix)"

Taylor Swift: "You Need to Calm Down" The same goes for the video! While others might have tried to battle hate with hate, Swift chose instead to take the high road, celebrate our community, shine a spotlight on some of our favorite LGBTQ icons and hold an honest mirror up at those with narrow minds. One little music video won't change the world overnight, but if it can inspire a new generation to think differently than the one before them, then that's something to get excited about.

The 2019 MTV Video Music Awards will air live from the Prudential Center in Newark on August 26th at 8 p.m. ET.  

This was originally published in Wire Magazine Issue 17.2019

[jawllines]

OKAY SO A WHILE AGO I WROTE VAMPIRE HARRY AND THERE WAS  A LAST PART WHERE THEY WERE GOING TO FUCK THAT I NEVER FINISHED BUT HERE WAS WHAT IT WAS GOING TO BE!!

iv.

Harry is no virgin, obviously, in his 100+ years he's had sex with a good amount of people.

However, none of those people had been humans.

And now Harry has a human who he loves dearly, who is getting antsy with him as each day goes by.

His dilemma is clear. How was Harry supposed to trust himself to bed a human without hurting her in some way? Vampire sex was rough, raw, hot and heavy, with lots of biting and scratching, pulling, sometimes throwing -- it's a lot of stuff where Harry's inhibitions have gone entirely and all he's thinking with was his prick. A vampire can take a lot because they're and able to reciprocate it, whereas a human wouldn't be able to handle most of what they do, so that means Harry has to learn how to have sex with a human before he can even think to touch Y/N.

Or that was the plan, at least, it was really hard to not think about it. When he'd eaten her out that was one thing and he'd almost lost himself doing it, Harry could only imagine how his body would react to being inside of her. In warm, pulsing, tight walls that draw him nearer and the thought of hitting that spot deep inside her and the reaction she would have makes him shudder. It's images like these that make him hesitant to let her kiss him for long before he starts in with something he might regret, no matter how she cements her mouth to his with greedy fingers crumpling in his shirt like a plea. '

It's been a few weeks, closing in on a month since Y/N found out exactly what Harry was. Kristie is locked away for now and with strict instructions to not listen to whatever "delusions" she might spit at them, the black mass that had been controlled by her has been eliminated by means of destroying the charm she made for it (which was this whole, complicated thing Harry barely remembers reading about, but basically she concentrated her dark thoughts into a small jewel and whenever she wanted Y/N to be sought after she would give it a squeeze three times), Des has been resorted to only knowledge of Y/N's existence as a "blood whore", and he doesn't seem to really care about that much because their business was booming. It was the calm after the storm, everything slow and easy and nice, so it would be the perfect time to do it. The perfect time to bed her as they both desire.

He knows its insensitive to keep bringing Liam into his life with this human considering his own circumstances, but in a weird way Harry thinks he might like it a bit. Like he might be simultaneously living through him or something, but Harry doesn't mind it -- actually thinks it might be good for Liam to enact some of his dating fantasies on the two (for example Liam keeps sending him these brochures for winter wonderlands they can go visit because "they just love colorful lights Harry, do it for her") -- it makes him less sad, at least.

So he asks Liam late one night, when Y/N had fallen asleep strewn out on the couch, limbs every which way and making sure there was no room for Harry there. It hadn't been on purpose, she'd just been studying for her finals and bam -- she's out like a light -- and although he loves lying with her, this gives him and Liam some time to speak. "I -- Liam?" He begins sheepishly, "I've got a question."

"Hm?" He hums his response, eying the notes Y/N had been highlighting and even popping the cap off with his teeth to highlight some additional information he thinks she should look over. Liam was always doting like that -- for both Harry and Y/N both, like he felt he was responsible for them in some way. This led to frequent occasions in which Harry has woken up to a blanket being fanned over them as they lie on the couch, having fallen asleep together watching a movie or summat, and a plate of food still steaming like he might've just left. It reminds Harry of being young, and it feels like Liam is giving him a pass to relax and have fun with Y/N, since the immediate danger is no longer prevalent.

Harry gnaws at his lip before finally continuing, "I feel as if I don't know how to have sex with Y/N in an. . .an adequate way."

Liam's head lifts, making brief confused eye contact before peeping back down at her notes, "What do you mean?"

"I worry I'll hurt her." He adds, trying to preoccupy his hands with something but he can't figure out what to do so he just twiddles his fingers together in his lap, "It's like -- she's so fragile; like porcelain almost. I don't want to hold too tight or bite too hard or lose myself and start. . .I just don't want to scare her."

"Now Harry," Liam sets the highlighter down now, looking towards him, "You need to talk to her about this --"

"I know! I know, I just. . .what if she thinks she can take more than she can actually handle? And I'm allowed to bite her during sex, no? Or would that be -- if she got all floaty how she does, then I'd have to stop right?"

Liam rolls his eyes, "Really, Harry, there is no science to it. With a human sure you have to be a certain level of gentle, but what's important is to talk to her. You can't find out her boundaries from me, so ask her."

Harry brows furrow, because Liam literally has answers to everything else but the one time he feels so embarrassed and sheepish to speak with her about it, Liam's got nothing. He knows it's important that he gets her input, but he doesn't want to come about it in a way that makes him sound nervous. All he wants is for her to understand she is in safe, capable hands, but how is she supposed to feel safe if he's fiddling with his fingers and asking how she would like his cock in her?

A hand whacks him in the back, making him perk his head up and turn to face her where she lay still blissfully unconscious. Fondly does he smile as he twists around, fixing the blanket from around her waist so it was over her shoulders and tucking her arm back onto the couch beneath it. Even when he's lying with her, Y/N has a knack for flopping around and rather than doing it on the huge portion of her side of the bed, she'd been resorted to such a smaller size at her dorm that she stays within her limits and Harry is always within her limits. This includes random bonks in his bicep, or his chest, or if her legs are feeling particularly feisty, his groin is in danger.

With a parting stroke of his fingers to her cheek, he looks back at Liam who gazes at the two, obviously endeared, "When has she ever made you feel silly for asking something, Moppet? Tell me." Harry gets quiet, and Liam nods, "She hasn't, so there is no reason for you to fret about asking her this. I mean, if I'm honest Harry, she might be the most open minded human to find out about vampires in the entire history of history. Even some feeders are more reluctant to the idea, but she's accepted this part of you into her life fully, without any objections. Talking to her about this should be easier than talking about it with a vampire partner."

It's true -- Y/N has been very open to the idea of Harry being what he is. She still lets him feed from her, though now she knows what he's doing exactly, sometimes she'll let him bite other places for leisure feeding. They still cuddle, and watch TV together and she still falls asleep easy around him so she's not afraid he's going to try anything. Really, the only difference is that she knows what he is, and she understands that they can't be very open about it, and she's not put off about the whole time travel thing or the fact someone was out to get her because of him.

"Ya dolt! Why I should I care about all that stuff, it's really trivial in comparison to the amount of love I've got stored up for you." She had told him one day and it made him so happy he bent down and kissed her while she was midsentence, having gone on to talk about her lecture that day but Harry had been so overwhelmed. Y/N is the greatest thing to happen to him, he's certain of it, and he's so lucky to have her in his life.

"Gosh, how come you always know what to say Liam?" Harry utters, plopping back down on the floor in front of him.

Liam grins, "Cos I'm smarter than you."

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"Bunny, we're going to need to talk about sex."

When Harry had played this out in his head, never did he imagine that he would spit it out while they were out to dinner at one of Beau's restaurants, but apparently his mouth resents his brain and decided this was the perfect time. They were in a more secluded portion, yes, with a fancy Japanese lantern decorated in the pink petals of cherry blossoms, emitting a warm glow down over their table (for mostly French inspired food, Beau has a lot of influences from different country's décor wise), however they were still within ears reach of a few waiters and close enough that if they didn't speak quietly, a very stony looking business man would overhear them as he's out with someone who is 100% not his wife.

Y/N sputters on her water, a few droplets clinging around her mouth before she swipes them away with the back of her hand, "Oi! What'd I say about saying interesting stuff when I'm drinking?"

Harry laughs some while he hands her a napkin (Y/N requested extra because "I'll make a mess if it isn't an option, I swear I'm the worst at eating), "Sorry, it slipped out. Didn't know you were gonna spit at me."

"Stop, if anyone hears they'll think I'm a monster!"

"Aren't you?" Harry rejoinders, biting his bottom lip a little, "There's just a few things we need to discuss." He continues to say.

Her face gets a little softer, "Hey, if you don't wanna do it then it's fine," she tells him, and Harry's brows furrow, "I get, like -- if it's too much too soon, or like it's the whole interspecies thing or even if you don't want me in that way but --"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a tick Petal, this is not about not wanting you! Jesus fuck" He cuts her off, his  voice loud before he remembers where they are and then he lowers it a considerable amount, so only she can hear, "god do I fucking want you. It's all I can think about sometimes," he continues to say, and Y/N's eyes widen, setting her burger down entirely, "We just -- I don't want to hurt you. I'm. . .I'm stronger than I look and if I want you this bad I'm afraid I might be too rough, so I just -- we needed to go over some things. What you like and what you don't."

"What I like and what I don't?" Y/N repeats slowly, like she's tasting it on her tongue and Harry nods, "Like my kinks or something? Getting spanked and all that?"

Harry doesn't know why speaking about this gets him so. . .bashful. Really, Harry thinks he's the least bashful person he knows but hearing Y/N speak so freely makes him jittery and reluctant to speak out of fear of a squeaky voice. So he nods once more, trying to hold eye contact with the very curious human, who is clearly running through a list in her head.

"Huh, I don't know if I thought about it extensively before," she tells him, picking through her fries as she digs around in her brain, "Well, I've  thought about it but I haven't acted on them. Like spanking -- I think I like that."

Shifting in his seat, Harry hums, "Is that right?"

Y/N plays with her bottom lip, "And I think I'd like if I could suck you, but that's not a kink is it? Also there's something about you that compels me with want to swallow. Also I kind of want you to cum on me too, I think I'd like that."

Harry chokes on his spit.

"And maybe. . .well, there's this weird one I wanna try. Maybe a few, actually, like I kind of want to be tickled while I'm on your coc--"

"Baby! Baby, fuck, slow down." Harry digs his fingers into his thigh in attempts to ground himself, letting his eyes fall shut momentarily and shaking his head, "Are you trying to work me up?"

When he opens his eyes, Y/N's brows are furrowed, "Hey, you asked."

He couldn't argue with that, "Okay, okay, how 'bout -- here, I'll propose stuff to you and you say yes or no, yeah?" Y/N nods her assent, absently popping her knuckles like she's getting ready to take a quiz. Harry takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts in order so they could progress slowly and not go full throttle as Y/N has proven to do without much thought to it. "Let's start with some nice, g-rated questions, yeah? What time of day would you rather do it?"

"Anytime," she answers quickly, "I think I'd like it most either late at night or early in the morning. I know I don't look the greatest early in the morning --"

"You look the greatest always. Pretty lil' thing you are." Harry murmurs.

"--but you always look really nice in the mornings and I like the lighting too, in your room, it's very nice."

"Alright, nice, I like the mornings too. Then we can eat breakfast afterwards?" Y/N agrees, grinning wide, "Good, we're getting somewhere. Are a you a kisser during? Or would you rather us kiss at the beginning and that's it."

She scrunches her face at him, "I like kissing you always."

"Are you okay with me giving you love bites?" She nods, "Are you okay with me biting you? Just a bite, not like drink from you?" She nods once more, "And you're okay with me having my mouth on you? Don't really need an answer for that considering you came all over my tongue before, hmm?" And once more, with a sheepish nibble at her lip, she nods again. Harry likes that she gets a little squirmy when he says it, because it means he's not the only one affected by talking about it, and he feels better.

Harry lets Y/N take a bite of her burger, watching her chew slow like she's thinking, before he continues, "Do you want me gentle or rough?"

"A mix, maybe?" She replies, wiping at the sauce on her lip, "I -- I like both. I like the idea of you manhandling me, a lot, and like not mean like or anything just move me however you want."

"Dirty talk?" He lowers his voice a little more for this one.

Y/N smiles, "Oh yes, yes, yes! That'd be great, um. . .I don't like too mean of names, like whore or bitch -- those don't sit well with me, but slut is okay. And maybe if you could call me them pet names, and I could call you Daddy or something?"

"Jeez," Harry tuts his tongue, shaking his head, "You're a naughty one."

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Y/N finds, throughout their conversation, that she would let Harry do whatever he wanted apparently. She was saying yes to things she's never tried, she's never thought of trying, or was otherwise repulsed by, but the thought of Harry doing them to her made it all so enticing. By the end of it there was a sparkle in her lower belly that would be hard to pacify through the night, and she was in a sure need of a panty change that's for damn sure. For a moment, she wonders, if with his heightened senses he can smell somethings different or if he just knows from the way she melts into his side when they walk to the car, and she's a little clingier to him than normal, nestling into his neck, nipping at his ear.

"You're snuggly tonight." Harry hummed low, puckering his lips up for her to kiss her, "Has it something to do with our conversation?"

Huh. . .so she guesses she's as transparent as she thought. Y/N refrains from answering -- she doesn't want to seem pushy, they just talked things through, she was just a little. . .ready.

Apparently Harry knows that too, as he moves to slide his hand down her tummy but Y/N grabs his wrist, stopping him before her brain could catch up to what she's doing, "No," she starts, looking at him and trying not to lose herself in his marble green eyes because from this close they look like waves of a water mass, plodding gently that she could dive into, float in, swim around, and what was she doing again? Oh, yeah, "Like, I wanna be desperate?" She says it as a question/

Abruptly, Harry moans aloud, pulling her tighter to him and letting his head fall back, "Bunny, you can't just say things like that," he whines, lulling his head around to pout at her. "You'll be my undoing."

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Harry hadn't been to sleep yet, staring at Y/N asleep in his arms with early morning sunlight bathing their skin like the beginning of an aesthetically pleasing, artistic movie. The Christmas lights she'd begged him to string up still on, adding just a little extra twinkle to the room like stars, and she's toasty; her skin felt as if it was kissed by the sun on a summer day and it brings shivers to his body. Even in the dead of winter she could be so warm, it makes him not want to move at all for the rest of forever. He'd gladly have Liam bring them breakfast, lunch, and dinner to where they lie and he's pretty sure Liam wouldn't mind it. Doting as he is on them, he'd probably encourage their closeness and do as he could so they were glued together.

After their conversation the night before, and after Y/N more or less telling him she was into delayed gratification, Y/N took her shower first and came out in one of his sweaters and no pants, only this panties that really shouldn't be as cute as they are. There are pears on them ("I get my panties from Walmart. Sue me." Harry overheard her telling Niall once, after he said her taste in underwear was less than satisfactory), and a little bit of her bum peeks out at him tantalizingly. She hopped up on the bed, boasted about the chunky evergreen colored socks on her feet before she burrowed beneath his covers and against his side. Inhaled deep, murmured idly about loving how he smells like the forest and citrus, before she was asleep a mere ten minutes later.

And Harry had been left with the filthiest most fluffiest thoughts he's ever had.  Images of cuddling her invaded with being buried inside her, fingers dug into her skin, biting down hard on her shoulder to stop the more than embarrassing whines he couldn't seem to keep quiet. And vice versa, depictions of her sucking at him desperately with watery eyes pleading for him to nut off in her mouth are then suffocated with thoughts of her standing up sweetly from where she kneeled, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close.

He wishes the cutesy stuff was more grounding, but it only made him want her that much more.

When Harry thinks about it -- vampire sex is good, sure, rough and hot and sweaty, but the appeal of a human when you could have no restraints with a different partner was something hard to describe. They're softer, and their blood smells good -- ample in amount, the thought alone of it flowing through her body was equally parts comforting and intoxicating. When Harry digs his fingers into Y/N's skin it gives against him, often she's easier to move and positon; pliant and complaisant, and that's just from what he knows from kissing her. And oh, kissing, that's a whole different thing entirely. Her kisses were much like her; sometimes playful and frolicsome, with a darting tongue, nipping at his lip, whining when he maneuvers away from her mouth a few times. Other times so slow, thoughtful, with intent to drive him wild to the point he has to pull himself away before his cock gets any ideas.

She always touched him like he could break, never too rough nor rude with him. Much how he handles her, Y/N skates her fingers against his skin before like she's trying to decide how to hold him, and when she does it's gentle as can be. Only slight tugs and soft squeezes, opposed to what people like Kristie would do to him, because their bodies withstand more but it's nice to be treated like glass. It means she cares -- doesn't even want to take the chance of hurting him.

He just can't help himself when he kisses her cheeks, soft and supple against his mouth. A grumble elicits from his very own sleeping beauty, reaching up to scratch at her face a bit before melting back down into the mattress. Harry bites back a coo; humans are real cute when they sleep too, that's something he'll never be able to get over. All floppy limbs and sleep sighs -- sometimes Y/N murmurs about him in her sleep too, quite often incoherent things but he can always make out his name.  

Pressing her hair off her forehead, Harry leans down and kiss there too. As much as he likes watching her sleep (as creepy as that sounds), he likes when she's awake too. They've got nothing to do today and it's barely budding on 8AM, so she wouldn't be happy with him if he woke her up. However she did tell him that she wanted to have sex with him in the morning, when the winter sun makes their skin glisten like crystals and Harry's eyes are all, "soft and sweet".

[goldenscript]

puppy love.

1,951 words | fluff; warnings: none. ↳ brand new neighbors au + kim taehyung

a/n: i was struck with random inspiration about meeting taehyung and defending a puppy so please enjoy this nice little fluff since i’ve been MIA for so damn long.

There are moments in your life where you’ve questioned your life decisions, and perhaps one of them to be plainly specific, is the fact that you’ve jumped on a complete stranger’s back over a dog.

With good reason, of course!

Since the departure of your neighbors from down the hall, the Warrens, you noticed a small dog attached to a stop sign right in front of your apartment. He was there when they were moving and there when they were moving out in a U-Haul coasting down the street with the back sealed shut.

You actually didn’t know much about them. They usually kept to themselves, said little to other tenants, and on occasion bickered amongst themselves in the safety of their own apartment. And for reasons quite obvious, you didn’t peg them as animal lovers. Mrs. Warren always sneezed in the presence of animals and Mr. Warren flinched at the sight of a small bunny once so the idea of them owning a dog seemed preposterous until you saw the little guy lying on top of a mattress as they were loading stuff into the moving van.

You hadn’t thought much of it, even going to sleep as soon as the ruckus of their moving had faded until you woke the next morning and found the dog completely unattended without even a mattress. Since then you’ve done your best to feed the little creature, making sure to walk him and set him back where he’s supposed to be since the Warrens have told you time and time again that they will collect him within the next few hours of the day which is almost always a damn lie because they never show up and they make up excuses after you question them on the matter.

“Stop right there, dog thief!”

You end up taking the pup in during nights, setting him back to where he’s supposed to go around the times they say they’ll retrieve him but you usually keep a close eye out of paranoia. You never know what kind of these are out there -- especially for poor, defenseless pups like Tigger.

Especially this thief barely supporting your weight.

You don’t realize what you’ve done until your bones and muscles seem to have you airborne. Nothing else aside from his sudden cry of surprise registers in your brain as the blood pumping through your veins continues its course at a rapid pace, and nothing you’re saying is making much coherent sense--just a mish mash of words to justify why he -some lowly dog thief- should not be taking this specific dog.

The handsome guy, who’s still without a name, turns toward you brows drawn upward and mouth somewhat ajar as a question tumbles past his lips though you swear there’s a semblance of what looks like recognition cross them, “--What the hell are you doing? A-and what are you talk about, dog thief?!”

He’s kneeling on the ground beside the dog with you on his back somehow locked in place for the moment. You take that time to wrap a good hold around his collarbone, clinging to his broad shoulders to avoid from falling because holy shit he’s tall as hell and you’re trying to make a damn point--handsome or not he should not be doing this.

“You are not stealing this dog, you dog thief.”

“I am not a dog thief, you spider monkey-!” He says with an increasingly loss of breath at trying to shake you off.

“Spider monkey-” You’re ready to huff, shaking your head immediately before you muster a decent enough glare at him. “Okay, look here. You’ve been coming here daily, trying to coax this dog over to you and that’s pretty fucked up if you asked me. This is someone’s dog. You can’t just steal it with some random ass piece of beef jerky just because you wanna make a quick buck.”

His eyes widen for a split second before they narrow ever-so-slightly, “So what’s your excuse then? I see you always stopping by this dog, giving it food. Are you trying to steal it too?” He nearly twists around when he catches a proper glimpse of your features, “Hold on a moment--aren’t you the girl who’s been dumping this dog here and taking him back with you? What kind of thief just takes a dog and returns it huh?”

Your mouth drops open, brows furrowed, “Okay, first of all, I’m feeding him because he’s a little ol’ pup all by his lonesome so why wouldn’t i bestow some kindness to him? And second, too? Did you just admit to trying to steal a dog?” Your eyes actually relax from its glare in confusion, “Wait, wait--how do you know I’ve been doing that--”

With a shake of your head, you don’t bother trying to question the creep. If he’s been watching you then you could certainly let the cops put away a dog thief and stalker.

The leash beside the dog now lays beside the stop sign, but the small Labrador stares between you two with wide, familiar eyes though you have no time to register that as the man beneath you slowly begins to rise and tower over you right as he turns to face you.

He has a nice face… However, you have no time to admire as his features contort with what looks like a growing pout.

“How many times do I have to tell you I wasn’t trying to steal him?!” He practically bellows in a deep, baritone voice. There are no actual traces of anger but rather frustration at your continuous string of accusations. “I’m just trying to help this poor guy out and you start putting me in a choke hold and accusing me of stealing.” He points a finger in your direction. “For all I know, you could be stealing him.”

You scoff, pushing away the slender digit with an irritated huff, “I wasn’t stealing him! I think he was an ex-neighbor’s dog that they left behind so I’ve been taking care of him, waiting to see if they’ll return since I left a message on one of their numbers.”

“Oh really now?”

You roll your eyes, searching your pockets for your cellphone to search for the exact messages before shoving toward his handsome features. As he looks at the message, it gives you a few moments to actually take in his face. His tan features are adorned with a distinct mole on his nose and a thick mop of dark hair. He actually doesn’t look much older than yourself, and definitely nothing close to frightening or menacing. In fact, you swear he actually looks a little familiar, but you say nothing of it as he passes back your phone with a slow nod.

You raise a brow at him, “So?”

“Your story checks out.”

You don’t say anything, just glancing at Tigger as he moves from the stop sign to nestle between you and the mystery man, staring at the both of you with wide, happy eyes. And that brings a swell of happiness to bloom inside you. It’s enough to get you to crouch lower and give him a pat on the head and he eagerly leans into your touch. The countless nights you’ve brought him in, playing with him, and making sure he’s sleeping comfortably have been the best nights of your life. It’s hard purchasing a pet on your salary (and being a student in the city is still no easy feat), but he made it all worth it from the happy yelps and the wet kisses.

To think anyone would steal him just clenches your heart, because this little guy didn’t deserve to be mistreated for a quick buck. It just wasn’t right, and that’s why you responded so strongly to the handsome man trying to coax the little Labrador away.

You carefully glance at him, your smile shrinking just a bit, just to catch him already staring at you. You both look away quickly, clearing your throat to stand straight and meet his gaze. It comes as a bit of a surprise to you that he’s a lot taller than you realized and even more handsome now that you aren’t staring at him with vehement scrutiny.

“You really weren’t trying to steal him?”

The question is met with a rapid head shake, his voice is crystal clear and actually quite nice, “No, I assure you I was just trying to take care of him when you leave him behind.”

As if to support his claim, Tigger goes a far as nuzzling Taehyung’s leg so he drops down to pet him with a smile taking up his visage. If Tigger could attest, then you truly did feel bad for jumping on his back the way you did. At least someone cared for the little guy just as much as you did.

With absolutely no hesitation, you mumble, “I’m sorry for jumping on your back, -?”

“Taehyung.” He finished with a close-lipped smile.

You repeat, “Taehyung.”

“It’s okay,” He says, repeating your name after you tell him. “It’s pretty. Matches you. At least when you aren’t jumping on random strangers’ backs.”

You let out a laugh, feeling your cheeks burn at the reminder of what you had done earlier. “Cute. And given, I was just trying to incapacitate you long enough to get you to rethink your decision in theft so I’d say it was perfectly justified.”

His nose scrunches just a bit, his smile growing. It’s a really nice sight in your opinion.

“Well, I’m sure an actual thief will definitely learn their lesson then…” He trails off, his cheeks dusting with soft remnant of pink dusting his sun-kissed skin. “Well, I suppose I should leave you and Tigger to it then.”

You’re ready to wave him off then turn toward the building when his previous words strike your mind -”Hold on a moment--aren’t you the girl who’s been dumping this dog here and taking him back with you?”- so you say, “Wait,” before he walks further down the street.  

When he stops, eyebrows drawn upward, you continue, “How did you know I took him in every night?”

His features relax, amusement twinkling in his coffee brown eyes. It’s like he knows something you don’t.

“I live in the same building.” He answers simply. That made sense considering he did say he saw you do it, but it still wasn’t clicking how he could’ve known every night. It’s odd how he seemed to know you yet you had no recollection of who he was. After all, you’re sure you’d remember someone as handsome as him.

Regardless, you merely nod, deciding to just offer a farewell before you’re going back into the building and deciding to see if the Warrens would come and claim Tigger tonight as you make your way up to the third floor. You’re sure you might see Taehyung again, but it’s a fleeting thought in the midst of chances.

Later that night, you see no signs of them. Just an empty street side and Tigger waiting with his paws beneath his head. You decide it’s time to take him in, so you exit your door and shut it behind you.

And much to your surprise, the door opens to the room across from yours and the sight of Taehyung is there.

It’s surely him from the mop of dark brown locks to the straight nose adorning his sun-kissed skin. He’s wearing the same jeans and T-shirt from earlier, so you know it’s not just dream.

He even grins at you, lips curved without teeth showing until he opens his mouth to speak, the same baritone voice and all, “Howdy neighbor.”

[doedipus]

LP D&D: The Gang Experiences Some Personal Growth

Hey all. Here’s the first sessions’ worth of notes, for your amusement. Originally, it was in a vaguely orderly bulleted list, but I guess tumblr doesn’t like the way google docs formats shit like that, and it came out all messy. Hopefully this isn’t too messy to follow or anything. The notes aren’t perfect, and I’ve included some comments to explain minor things from previous sessions that weren’t in the plot synopsis. They’re marked with “//,” because bold and underlined text is ugly and I italicize stuff a lot already. Fuck you, programming is cool.

Anyway, content is under the break. Enjoy~

Rolen and Escrima clear up some details with Rocky about planescape and vampires.

Coy asks Rocky to hang on to the giant diamond, Rocky shows us his sick-ass vault. //Coy was able to extort a diamond the size of your head out of the child dragon we ran into back at Candlekeep. 

The vault has everything of value in the multiverse

Narcovi reeeeally wants us to go to Sigil. There’s a portal in an abandoned warehouse. //For a couple sessions, Narcovi had been telepathically pestering Escrima from beyond the plane.

Coy looks around for the other dragonborn guy. He decides against being a cool guy on the chandelier.

Escrima wants to whisper something in Coy’s ears. Coy reminds him that he doesn’t have ears.

“But then how do you hear??”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

JP reminds the players to get their shit off the boat before it leaves. //I talk about over-the-table stuff a lot in the notes. JP is the name of the DM, “the players” refers to the people playing the game, and not the characters, and I listed the player names next to the characters they play in the intro post.

Greg wants to wait behind for Lucas. //This session and the one where Lucas goes to meet Gandalf were supposed to happen simultaneously in the game world.

Akim thinks the displacer cub is the greatest thing since sliced bread. //Coy bought a displacer beast cub a couple sessions prior because ???

Sometimes he fails his roll to pet because he has disadvantage.

Escrima wants to take Akim to Sigil, presumably to kill off any competition for the role of “party child”

Coy struggles with his role as a teen parent. He gives Akim a bell to ring if he needs help

“You’re a cow now!” - Escrima

Escrima is amazed that fish don’t have ears, and apparently tongues.

Coy pushes Akim off the boa- I-I-I mean, onto the docks, obvs lol

Rolen feeds Lupe the Wyvern

He sees some guys enter the brothel. They’re probably Graham’s family, but we don’t know that, that’d be metagaming!

Construction is well underway on the roof

Lupe learns “Strike!” The dragon drumstick is consumed.

Coy milks the Wyvern.

COY DON’T PISS ON THE PORTAL

Coy is indignant about the implication. //I forget exactly what happened, but I think Coy had to take a leak on the portal we returned from Sigil through after our first journey there or something. I wasn’t there for most of that session, so whatever.

PVP occurs

Escrima gets a message from mother that makes him unbearably sad.

He uses Coy as a shoulder to cry on, but Coy pushes him away

Escrima latches on to Connie

Rolen casts “sanctuary,” requiring Escrima make a WIS saving throw.

NAT 20 HOLY SHIT

He now thinks Connie is Mother for a minute

Coy and Rolen bounce out

Much mumbling and sobbing occurs

“HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY” //IIRC, this session took place on Mothers’ Day 2016

Once he’s finished, Connie cleans both of them

Coy and Rolen saw a glowing flash from outside the warehouse due to this.

The portal wants everyone to think of bunnies

Escrima thinks of an eldritch monster he believes is a rabbit. The portal thinks about it, but lets him through.

Coy fails to use the portal at first, causing a car outside Kim’s house to honk its horn. Then he goes through like normal.

Escrima still thinks Akim would like it in Sigil. A passing devil makes Coy think otherwise.

Coy has trouble adjusting to the geometry/civilians/architecture/LOP of Sigil. What a berk!

Escrima lets Narcovi know that Coy suffers from kleptomania. Narcovi is not pleased.

Connie enters the portal. Narcovi thinks her dress is hot.

The gang is out by the hall of speakers in the clerk’s ward.

Narcovi tells us we’re her last hope.

Crazy Eyes has evaded capture since the party engaged him.

She introduces her captive, Brektol. He’s here for a plea bargain.

He’s a member of the Keepers of the Source, the organization that spawned Crazy Eyes.

Crazy Eyes is hiding out in Ecstasy.

There’s a portal in the mess hall, near where the “””brothel””” was. //During the first Sigil trip, Rolen and Escrima went to a brothel. Being Sigil, it was not a brothel, but a place where people mind-melded for fun.

The portal will only last for about 16 hours.

Narcovi warns the party that nothing gets done in Ecstasy.

Rolen tries to twist Narcovi’s arm to get a more stable portal home.

...But she’s not having it.

Rolen strokes her ego with a crit.

She gives in.

Narcovi was accompanied by that one guy who the party saved from the muggers

Coy’s existential crisis continues

Rolen and Escrima attempt to demonstrate that gravity still works

But this doesn’t help.

The gang suggests that he carry Connie around as an anchor. Connie begrudgingly agrees.

Escrima tickles Coy to try and make him drop Connie because he’s a dick

But nothing happened

Coy realizes Connie is a tiefling. Who knew! //Connie can cast the spell “disguise self” at will, and basically always makes herself look like a human to avoid prejudice. ‘Course, being Sigil, nobody cares about that, so she dropped it.

He establishes dominance by reminding her that his tail is bigger.

The gang enters the portal to Ecstasy.

Everything is disturbingly serene.

They’re met by a halfling that’s probably stoned.

#personalgrowth //During his dialogue, he said the phrase “personal growth about 10 times

Ecstasy is on the outer plane. There’s a pretty good view of the spire & sigil behind the halfling.

The village is fairly small. Lots of plinths and fields.

Hey bruh, have you heard the good news about personal growth?

PROFILING START

Escrima asks the halfling about the murders in a roundabout way, and gets a roundabout answer.

The guy at the inn probably knows something

Coy walks through a portal to Elysium, derailing JP

Elysium is not!Mount Olympus.

He has all the dosh again.

Coy doesn’t wanna leave because Elysium.

#personalgrowth

Coy goes “looking for trouble,” as he is want to do.

Elysium is a pretty nice place, though, so there isn’t much trouble to be had

He calls over a passing CR 35 angel to chat

The angel throws his ass out at a speed of about C/11

Coy has an epiphany of life and his place in the universe.

Coy gains inspiration!

More PVP!

Coy rejoins the party.

Escrima mimics the voice JP used for the angel.

Coy attempts to clock him good

But he misses

The gang enters the inn, the impulsive dabus

It’s a gay bar, of course.

One of the patrons has some cool armor with runes on it.

Coy thinks the tiefling bartender is the hottest man alive

Barkeep has had too much personal growth for that, or so his ring finger shows.

The gang asks barkeep about the murders

The victims:

Baldod, cleric of Moradin and his merry band.

Probably on some kinda pilgrimage

Female Fraternity of order member

A Sigilese human man

The bodies had 7, 8, and 9 lacerations, probably the cause of death.

Apparently, there’s a festival involving plinths and #personalgrowth coming up

Barkeep gives us room keys

Ecstasy wine is pretty great

Bartender talks about the festival and the preparations thereof

A bard named Trolen used to bring a lot of business.

He went off with some crackpot Lady Of Pain worshipper, came back and built a temple to the LOP

And now he’s spreading the gospel to the nearby towns.

Cool armor guy interjects

Trolan is in Xaos (pronounced Chaos), preaching to the people in Sigil

There’s a portal there in the Hive “district” in Sigil

The gang investigates the rooms of the victims

There’s partially used spell components all over

Crazy eyes is bad at magic, apparently.

There’s a pamphlet advertising the church of Trolan

There’s some blood on it, crossing out Trolan’s face

Crazy Eyes really hates Trolan’s guts

Trolan was in an asylum with Crazy Eyes. they escaped at the same time

The party visits Trolan’s LOP temple

Marble statues of Trolan and LOP adorn the main hall.

A priest is giving a sermon on how great Trolan and the LOP are

Crazy eyes is in the building

The party tries to approach him carefully

Rolen’s double nat 20 saves us

Crazy eyes is hovering over a cleric

He starts yelling at her to worship him instead of the LOP

MURDER

Battle versus Sougad Lawshredder, Believer of the Source!

Crazy Eyes calls the party out, attacks the cleric

She survives, barely.

Connie uses sending to contact Narcovi

Coy polymorphs into a bat and charges. //Coy has a magic item called the cloak of the bat. it lets the user fly or turn into a bat, but only in dim light

Coy realizes the building is on fire!

The upper floors are all on fire

Cleric manages to get some distance from Crazy Eyes

Rolen uses the ebony fly to move to the cleric //Another magic item. It’s basically a flying mount that shrinks down to pocket-size when not in use

Sougad is rolling poorly today, and is unable to to kill the cleric

The ceiling is collapsing! Chunks of flaming debris fall on the combatants!

The cleric is crushed by the rubble, dead

Rolen tries to pin Sougad, but fails.

Sougad performs a ritual on the cleric.

He carves 10 cuts into her body.

Crushes some spell components.

Absorbs her soul.

Strikes a pose. //Crazy Eyes is basically a Jojo villain. 

As Sougad flaunts his new arcane power, a giant boulder falls from the roof onto his head, crushing him.

The temple collapses into a pile of dust and debris.

The gang tries to talk to some of the surviving worshippers

Trolan wants his followers to go to his church in Sigil

Coy warns against this, saying something about being an avatar of a god or something, but his pleas lead to no avail.

Escrima realizes that the worshippers are under some kind of spell.

Apparently a bard spell.

Narcovi asks for the party to return to Sigil when Sougad is dead

He’s probably dead, but there’s no time to clear out the “cubic shitton” of rubble to confirm.

INTERMISSION

JP has some kind of french junk food that’s like a turkey nugget with cheese in it

Also potato wedges

Narcovi arrives on the scene, wondering about why the building is destroyed

#personalgrowth, obviously

Narcovi wants us to investigate the godsmen. They may have sprung Trolan and Sougad.

The gang returns to Sigil, having grown a lot personally.

Coy is terrified of the geometry still, hugging against constanza.

Minor PVP

Rolen lies about someone flipping Sigil over at dawn

Coy is not amused

Spits a bit of acid at Rolen

Coy cringes as he didn’t actually mean to hit him

Shopping ensues

Escrima wants a tattoo real bad

The artist is a mind flayer, because Sigil

Coy considers something for a second and then decides not to.

Escrima wants an “I love mom” tattoo

In gradient

Comic sans

Tramp stamp

In celestial

Coy’s sense of design philosophy is crushed.

Coy wants to go to a “Body Sculptor”

A tiefling named Amasha runs a true polymorph shop.

HEY GRAHAM

-1500 gp from the party funds.

Coy is MTF, and has a bit (read: metric tonne) of work done.

She can probably use the broom now.

Armor doesn’t fit great anymore, and thus she is left completely naked.

She borrows a towel from Amasha

#personalgrowth4real

Escrima wants his pinky toes to be ~10x larger

...but everyone sandbags him.

Escrima takes a moment to show off his new tattoo to some passers-by

Some are intrigued, and touch his butt. Some even pay him for showing it.

The Dabuses are still malfunctioning, and the city is in disrepair

The gang returns to the Amarak embassy to check on US

Inexplicably, the building seems to have been restored.

US are very busy rats

...But they still have time for their old friends

US’s room is a goddamn rat metropolis

Coy is a bit disturbed by US

Everyone else greets them like an old friend

They’re preparing a massive amount of goods for export to the material plane

US is very good with both numbers and words

They like Escrima’s tattoo, think everyone else should get one too.

Narcovi enters the embassy, is confused in a general sense

It’ll be about a week before the rubble gets excavated.

She thinks we’re cool guys.

The gang enters a trinket shop looking for anti-vampire weapons

Coy finds a garlic necklace, but is told it won’t do anything.

Coy tries to be intimidating, but she’s barely tall enough to peek over the counter

Rolen buys a shady trinket that probably doesn’t work

“We’ll be back if it doesn’t work.”

Coy leaves half as much money as she wanted, and bolts

There’s 15 goddamn minutes before the portal closes, and all Coy can think about is clothes //”AS SHE IS CLUTCHING A TOWEL, RUNNING THROUGH THE STREETS” -Max, justifying wasting time

Shopkeeper's name is Gilmore //”copyright Matthew Mercer I steal things shamelessly” -JP

While comparing her options and showing them to Rolen she drops her towel accidently and shows Rolen ‘everything’. //futa

Rolen doesn’t really respond, other than saying ‘I dunno they um, both look ok’

Coy asks if he thinks the Trinity style would be a bit tight.

Rolen again says “Um, yeah sure”

Coy gets a flowing gown because--

GUYS THERE ISN’T TIME FOR THIS

The gang tries to find a tacky tourist shop, but comes up dry //I want a shirt that says “I a🚪 Sigil” both in and out of character

The portal home requires the party to think of the inverse of a bunny

Coy thinks about wolves

Connie thinks about crocodiles

Escrima can’t think of anything

Rolen thinks “tibbar” while holding Escrima, and they both get through.

Everyone gets a level

#personalgrowth

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