#it's protective anger i swear XD

[skumhuu]

hi, im the anon who sent you that ask. no worries- i understand, it didn't actually occur to me how what i was asking was basically the same thing LMAO. honestly as long as you're aware of it and safe that's okay. take care!

no worries! I'm not angry with you, more angry on both of our behalf. I don't want you to be afraid and feel like you have to watch out for others. I don't want that for any of us. I want you to be safe and feel safe so don't think my anger is directed at you. Hell, I also want that other person to be safe too, but their way of going about this is very very wrong so I WILL yell at them if they start stuff. Thank you for letting me know <3

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 7<-

Part 8

Pairing: Chan x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Smut, under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, unprotected sex (just don‘t), daddy kink, praising, pet names

Word Count: 3.8k

(Had to reupload this part, cause Tumblr wouldn’t let me edit it)

Note: Here you go, you thirsty little creatures! God I love my readers xD hope you like my twisted little fantasies. I love reading all your comments and requests. Also suddenly I‘m married to several people because of this story. So thank you… I guess ~much love!

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"Did you see that, hyung? That asshole just wanted to get into her pants!", Seungmin snapped as Mr. Jang left the room.

You were still packing up your things and waiting for someone to pick you up to be taken outside. As soon as you had been alone, Seungmin had jumped up and his suppressed anger had just poured out of his eyes.

"It's okay, guys. He will fund your project and that's the most important thing", you dismissed it and shoved your Ipad into your bag. You were just tired and disgusted. But you had reached your goal and that's what you were here for.

Briefly, you looked at the card in your hand, which had the rich man's number on it. But before you could put it into your bag, Chan snatched it out of your hand.

"No way! We'll get the money anyway. You won't sell yourself for it!", he said, and now the friendly mask fell. You only now noticed how angry he really was.

His hand was clenched into a fist and his jawline twitched tensely as he had to restrain himself from smashing any of the ugly decorations in the room into a thousand pieces. Chan was incredibly intimidating when he was angry, you just realised.

"Maybe he really just wants to drink coffee and talk about business", you tried to calm him down, but Chan shook his head and his eyes shot lightning bolts. That protective side to them both made your heart flutter.

"Didn't you see him staring at your tits the whole time? He wants you naked in his bed, nothing else", Chan spat out and you couldn't help but stare at him. His muscles tensed dangerously under his shirt as he tore up the card and threw it emphatically into the trash can right next to the desk. He was incredibly sexy when he was angry, and that realisation was a bit strange.

Seungmin also ran a tense hand through his hair and growled: "That fucker... I would have loved to punch that asshole in the face when he stared at you so greedily."

"Let's just get out of here", you said, now that you were getting heated by their protective presence. The way the guys cared about you was way too attractive and you automatically imagined Seungmin choking your neck with his bare hands instead of the back of the chair and immediately your knees went weak.

On the way back, Seungmin's hand was on your thigh again, only this time not gently and lovingly. His grip was harsh and he grabbed your inner thigh so tightly throughout the ride that it made you dizzy.

Only when you got out of the Uber you could breathe a sigh of relief. His fingers had left red marks on your leg. as well as a burning sensation in your lower abdomen.

Just as you walked through the entrance of the JYP building, you got a call from one of the company's executives.

Nervously, you answered the phone and indicated to the guys with a wave to go ahead without you.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N. We already heard that the conversation with Mr. Jang went very well."

The older woman's voice was unfamiliar to you, but you knew exactly who she was. Mrs. Chung was a very big deal at JYP and mainly handled the hiring and matters of the staff, as well as all social media matters.

„Yes. He even plans to fund more projects as well", you said, stopping in front of the elevator so you could speak in peace.

"That sounds like a big success. Very good! But I'm actually calling about something else. Could you come to my office on floor three?"

Your heart slipped into your pants and you nodded until you remembered that she couldn't see you.

„I'm already in the building. I'm on my way", you said and by then she had hung up.

You went up to the third floor, your heart pounding, unable to imagine what she wanted to discuss with you.

In front of the office you took a deep breath and knocked. Immediately you were called in and the woman, who reminded you strongly of a librarian with her kind eyes and pinned up hair, smiled delightedly.

So it couldn't be anything too bad, could it?

After a brief greeting, she offered you to sit down. She closed the laptop that was in front of her and folded her arms on the table. Then she pushed her black glasses on her head and said:

"Have you settled in well with us yet?"

"Yes. I really like it a lot."

"That's nice. I hear you're a great asset to Stray Kids. There haven't been any problems since you've been here."

„I try my best!", you assured her, almost bursting with curiosity by now.

"Were there many problems before?", you asked curiously and she chuckled slightly.

You know the boys by now. So far no one has been able to tame them...“

She sighed like an overworked mother and shook her head.

"I saw that you're a talented dancer and have done a stream about that with Hyunjin“, she began then and you restlessly kneaded your hands in your lap.

"I'm very sorry if I wasn't allowed to do that... We thought the fans would like it."

Quickly, Mrs. Chung waved a hand in the air as if to scare away the misunderstanding like an insect.

"Oh it did! We had four times the number of viewers and got many new followers in addition just because of the stream. Also the little private moments in the videos and vlogs that go viral between you and the guys inspires speculation. That polarizes and brings attention. It's beneficial for JYP and Stray Kids as long as it doesn't get too much."

The last sentence was accompanied by a warning look and you pressed your lips together.

"Understood."

Of course, they were going to use the attention you brought them. Obviously, it was your luck that the fans reacted so positively to you and shipped you with the guys rather than hating you.

"But that's not the point at all. Bang Chan approached us with a request and we decided to give you a platform."

"What?"

Completely irritated, you clawed at the tabletop.

"You are allowed to upload streams or dance covers as part of JYP and Stray Kids, if you want to. It's really important to us to promote talent."

She pulled out a sheet of paper and placed it in front of you with a pen. It had your name written on it, and it was actually an employment contract. You could hardly believe your luck. This had always been your dream.

What had Chan done now? How did he know that you always wanted to share your talent with the world? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"If you sign the contract, we'll cover all the costs for future projects."

"Projects?"

You were starting to feel stupid for all the questions, but it was too surreal to believe.

"The fans want to see more of you. So we're giving it to them. JYP gets 30 percent of the revenue, and in exchange you get to publish through the official channel, as well as your own JYP Instagram account that we give you. What you do with that is up to you. However, it must not affect your work as the manager of Stray Kids.“

Now you were speechless.

"Are we agreed?", she asked with an amused smile.

"Yes, thank you very much. I don't even know what to say", you said, unable to suppress the wide smile.

"Don't thank us. Bang Chan brought it up to us and pointed out what an advantage you would be to JYP entertainment if you were allowed to show your face. And of course your skills."

This man always managed to surprise you. Without further ado, you signed the contract and clarified a few more questions. You would receive access to your account in the next few days and if you wanted to release a dance cover, you simply had to send the video to Mrs. Chung and she would publish it on the official JYP Entertainment YouTube channel.

Completely flabbergasted, you walked out of the room and without another thought, your legs carried you to Chans studio. Your heart almost burst with joy and you pushed the door open without knocking.

You couldn't wait, you had to see him and thank him. Actually, you had no idea what you were about to do. Your mind went blank and you just wanted to see his face.

Alarmed, he jumped up from his chair. He was working on a beat again and looked at you in amazement when you just came rushing into the room.

"Y/N? Are you all right?", he asked, unable to get another word out as you had already thrown yourself at him. He stumbled back a few steps as he caught you, but then held you tightly as you pressed your lips wildly to his.

The kiss was messy and you pulled his body closer to yours. Immediately his hands were on your hips and even though you completely surprised him, he kissed you back with the same intensity.

Your hands wandered into his hair, running through his curls and tugging lightly on them. His cinnamon-y smell mixed with his spicy cologne completely filled your perception and you immediately wanted more.

When you broke away from him, he looked at you like a deer in headlights.

"What was that for?", he asked with a puzzled look on his face, not letting go of you.

You clasped your hands in his neck and he warmed as you looked at him through your thick lashes with those sparkling eyes.

"I just went to Mrs Chung.... Why are you always so damn nice to me?", you asked desperately, pressing your body against his.

You could feel his strong torso against your chest and wanted to explore each of his muscles with your fingers.

He enjoyed your body heat and casually let his fingers brush over the thin fabric of your dress.

"Because you deserve it."

"Channie this has always been my dream. To dance and show it to the world.... How did you know?"

An embarrassed laugh escaped him, and his dimples charmed you all over again.

"Hyunjin told me how good you are at dancing, Felix and Jeongin came up with the idea. I just made it happen."

You realized once again how lucky you were to have gotten this job. To meet the boys who made your life so much better.

He dreamily examined your body and enjoyed how you trembled under his touch.

All day long he had wanted to tear your dress off and when the rich asshole had stared at you so lustfully, he would have loved to fuck you on his desk in front of his eyes so that the guy would understand who owned you and what he would never get.

These extreme thoughts had surprised him himself, but when you were around, he just couldn't help himself.

"I want to show you how grateful I am", you suddenly said then, pulling him closer by his belt.

Chan watched your expression as you seductively bit your lower lip and undid his belt buckle. It was too much for him.

Your dress hugged your breasts perfectly and your pretty face, with intense eyes gave him the rest. Before he could stop you, you pressed your lips on his again, sliding your tongue into his mouth and he jumped at it like a needy puppy.

Your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt so quickly that he exhaled loudly as your cool fingers suddenly stroked his bare abs.

He hadn't expected you to be so boisterous and dominant, and it only fueled his lust for you even more.

While you slowly slide to your knees, you spread kisses all over his firm abs and his skin tasted addicting. It tasted deliciously sweet and savory at the same time.

Immediately he threw his head back and enjoyed every touch of your full lips on his skin. When he managed to look at you again, something exploded in his head.

You on your knees, in that tight dress, looking at him through your thick lashes with that greedy look on your pretty face, made his length in his pants become painfully hard and by now he couldn't stand the friction against the fabric of his pants.

"Really? Here? With me?", escaped him and you smiled such a beautiful smile that he had to control himself not to bend you over his table immediately.

"As the leader, you have the right to claim me first."

'I'm the first of us?", he asked with a calm rasp, in his voice. You nodded and stuck your fingers in his waistband.

"The first to fuck me. I want you to be."

"God…“

That sentence with your soft voice was enough to make his impatience win.

"Shit, babe I can't wait", he hissed as you pulled down his pants.

He grabbed you by the sides to drag you back up to him. Even though he would have loved to feel your lips around his hard cock, by now he was sure he wouldn't last that long.

He lifted you onto the edge of the table with ease. He pushed your legs apart and pulled you closer again by your face before kissing you.

The kiss was more sensual and deeper than anything you had experienced before and you melted in his firm grip.

He slid your dress over your hips and then took it off completely. Briefly, he took a few seconds to just look at you.

"Fuck... You're so fucking beautiful."

His voice deepened with each word and the excitement in his eyes gave you goosebumps.

Immediately he kissed your neck, sucked on it and cupped your breasts with his big hands until you whimpered with desire.

He looked up at you and put a hand on the clasp of your bra.

"May I?"

You nodded, your head already spinning and he was still the respectful gentleman. With a tight smile from him, your bra landed somewhere in the room and he took one of your nipples into his mouth.

He kneaded your other breast until you couldn't take it anymore and rubbed your soaked core against the bulge in his boxers.

He let his fingers brush over the wet spot in your panties and expelled his hot breath against your skin.

"You're going to keep that pretty mouth shut. Understood? Otherwise we will be caught."

He pulled back, looking at you nod furiously.

You were still at the company and if you would get caught, you would probably loose your job and Chan would be in big trouble.

Unfortunately that risk made it even more exiting.

He turned you around, pushed carelessly his holy laptop and the recording equipment away and bent you over his desk in one swift motion. Slowly he circled your clothed clit with his thumb, what made you whimper underneath him.

"Fuck you're so soaked...“

He grabbed the flesh of your asscheek with one hand and pushed his thumb even harder onto your clit.

Immediately you moaned and arched your back.

"What did I say?", he questioned, covering your mouth with one hand and bluntly pulled your panties to the side pumping his finger into you making you gasp against his hand. Electric shocks pierced your body with each reentry of his finger.

"Already this loud with just a finger? How am I going to fuck you?", he groaned into your ear.

His raspy voice sent chills down your spine, you've never seen this side of him before. So dark and dominant. It made you even more aroused.

"Channie, please...", you whimpered with your fingernails digging into his desk.

"Do you want me to fuck you, babygirl? Say it!"

His demanding tone made you squirm and you pushed your throbbing core at him.

"Yes, please. Fuck me, Channie!"

"Good girl", he smiled, as he ripped down your panties to the ground.

He lined himself up behind you to enter you. Teasingly he slid his tip along your folds and you rubbed yourself against him. With one hand he pushed you down to the table and the other hand grabbed your hips, as he moaned, pushing himself in:

"Fuck you're tight."

You gasped, as he stretched you out and clenched your teeth, as he didn't slow down while pushing his length into you.

Because at this point there is no doubt about it. Chan doesn't just have Big Dick Energy. Oh he is big.

So big that you almost fainted. And he knew exactly how you would feel it all.

After he managed to bury himself entirely into your pussy, he began to shove himself into you. After a few thrusts, that made you feel like he would rip you apart, the sensation was feeling more pleasure than pain, although he slid every time deeper inside you.

He soon speeded up his pace, hitting all your sweet spots making you pornographically moan.

The room was filled with the sounds of your whimpers, his growls, and the slapping of skin, as he pushed your hip with each thrust rougher against him and fucked you hard against his desk.

You could see your reflection in the dark screen of his computer and almost blushed because of the fucked out expression on your face.

He carried on fucking you senseless from behind and didn't stop a second. You moaned his name several times, which made him slam even harder into your wet core.

You whined, as your body began to tense around him.

"Are you going to cum?", he asked grabbing your arms and pushing them behind you to hold your wrists with just one hand fiercely pressed against your back.

"Not yet!", he ordered, as he managed to fuck even deeper inside you. Without your hands you were completely at his mercy and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you tried to stop yourself from coming.

"Channie, please... I can't... You're so big...“

Slowly tears were welling up in your eyes and oh he loved your desperate begging.

"Please. Daddy."

The words escaped you with a sob unaware and released by Chans dominant behaviour.

"Holy fuck...", he let out and you obviously found a secret trigger that made him go feral. Grabbing your hands tighter he slammed into you and pushed you up the table. He watched your boobs bounce with every move.

"You want to cum for daddy, babygirl?", he growled at you.

"Yes", you cried.

"Daddy, please! Let me come!"

Just as you thought, that was enough to push him over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

His thrusts became sloppier, dick twitching inside you.

"Come with me, baby!", he let out before he spilled himself inside you. And you did. Your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami and left you with trembling legs and faltering breath.

As you both came down from your high, he pulled himself out of you and turned you around, to lift you on the table again. He grabbed a tissue box and cleaned you and himself up.

"Are you okay?", he asked and the sweet and charming Chan was back. You had now idea what just happened.

Exhausted you could only nod and Chan smiled softly as he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips and gently wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

"Your fucked out face is so pretty", he teased and pulled you into his arms until he was sitting in his chair again, you on his lap, stroking your back affectionately.

You locked at him with a wondering smile.

"Never thought you would be so dirty... Daddy", you teased him.

"Hah", he chuckled and wrapped his big arms tighter around your body.

"Just a little."

Oh after what you just experienced, he wasn't just a little dirty. That boy had a kink that you wouldn't have expected. And of course he fucked you better than anyone before.

Later that day, after you've gotten dressed again and slipped into your office like nothing ever happened, Chan joined the others in the dance studio to practice the choreography.

He was the last one and started to sit down on the floor next to Lee Know to follow his example and stretch.

Jeongin and Hyunjin were already standing in front of the mirror going through the first steps, while Han, Seungmin and Changbin sat on the couch, talking quietly and waiting until they could finally start.

Felix came over to Chan and offered to help him and so they stretched together, Felix pushing Chan's legs apart with his.

"Why are you so late? We wanted to start an hour ago", Hyunjin asked and Chan tried to avoid eye contact and focus on the pain in his legs so as not to give himself away immediately.

The conversation between Han and Seungmin fell silent and Chan only said:

"I had something else to do.“

Then Han and Changbin suddenly giggled and poked each other as if they were sharing a naughty secret.

"Oh you definitely had something to do!", said Han with a grin. The others all looked at him now.

"It definitely sounded from outside the door like that too!", added Changbin and both giggled again.

That's when Chan slowly realized it. He remembered the message from Han on his phone, where he had written to him that he would not come to the studio beforehand.

The message came while he was busy fucking you from behind, so he didn't think much of it.

As Chan still stared in confusion, Changbin began to moan in a high-pitched voice:

"Daddy, please! Oh, fuck me daddy!"

Han immediately joined in by slapping his hand on his thigh to imitate the sound and also repeating the naughty words Chan had heard from you only minutes before.

"Chan fucked Y/N in the studio?", shouted Hyunjin and by now Han and Changbin were holding their stomachs laughing as Chan buried his face in his hands and shook his head.

The others also smirked and couldn't help but tease their leader as well.

As Han slowly regained his breath, he explained:

„We went to pick up Chan, and just as we were standing right outside the door, that's when we heard how hard he was really working.“

The sarcasm was unmistakable and Felix now had to hold a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Even Jeongin couldn't help but annoy Chan:

„The walls are probably not as soundproof as we thought.“

"I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, Hyung", Seungmin chuckled and Lee Know joined in with an evil grin:

"Or should we call you daddy now too? Would you like that, hyung?"

By now his face was burning and he just wanted to run away.

"Can we just start practicing? Please?", Chan asked sheepishly, and they did.

However, not without teasing him about it all evening.

->Part 9

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Erlang does tell, that's how the Peach Maidens and Gold Star learned about the baby. Or rather, that the baby had arrived. They all zip over to Lao Tzu's lab for congratulations. When the Emperor and Queen Mother learn, they also send a courtesy congratulatory visit, 'Twas the least they could do after everything

referencing.

Yesss! Btw I had no idea that the seven maidens mentioned in JTTW were supposed to be JE and the Queen Mother's daughters until I drafted up the Celestial Family tree XD

The Orchard Maidens immediately drop whatever they were doing (fruit baskets, wine cups, ladders etc) to zoom over to Lao Tzu's lab and finally get a look at the baby!

The sheer amount of delighted squealing and awes that fill the room when the Maidens reach the lab nearly deafens Mac.

Yuebei is tiny, and has such lovely black fur and glowing ears. The Maidens praise and fret over Wukong as when he was a fellow attendant. Wukong is just smiling and wagging his tail like a happy dog getting praised. Yes! His baby is so cute and strong!

Meanwhile, Macaque is covering his ears and hiding at Wukong's side cus he isn't sure how welcome he is in Heaven rn... only for the Maidens to immediately recognise him as "their littlest sister's [PIF] friend!" and immediately start praising him for being so protective of his mate and baby!

And ofc the second the girls see MK, they are asking so many questions! Who is this handsome little cub? Is he their son? Oh! His babas are the pig-man and the teacher outside? How adorable! A lovely mixed family! They are overall super adoring of their adoptive little brother's new troop, and act like delighted aunties towards Yuebei, MK, and Bai He (someone they swear that they recognise).

Erlang ofc got eye-lazered by a startled Yuebei, so he just left his congrats card and "It's a Girl!" balloon at the lab before heading off to inform the Emperor and Queen Mother. Lao Tzu jokingly suggests getting the shadowpeach couple eye protection incase Yuebei has "trigger eyes".

The Queen Mother is super intriuged by Yuebei's arrival, especially since it's become common knowlegde *why* Sun Wukong sought out so many immortalities. She is the first of the royal couple to come get a look and offer her blessing - she briefly stops at the sight of the baby girl's midnight-black hair and big blue eyes; the little face reminding her of her own daughters. She certainly guffaws at the knowledge that Yuebei tried to eat the Samadhi Fire before she was even born! Wukong is pleasantly surprised at how kind the Queen is to him given the circumstances, but evidently Yuebei's presence quells at lot of anger. The Queen Mother makes a point of sending many gifts for Yuebei's man yue (one month celebration) to show her good faith.

The Jade Emperor sends a bottle of peach wine in the mail. He's currently holed up in his office teriffed of what Yuebei will grow up to be/what his wife will do to him when she gets back from hearing about Wukong's troubles during the Journey.

[captain039]

PART 9 Stains of red LAST PART

Astarion x omega!reader

Warnings: Vampire things, blood, light gore, witch things, fantasy things, swearing, age gap, heats, smut, shameless flirting, virgin reader, indulging in pleasure xD, pining

I don’t know Cazador or his character just know he was mean to Astarion😂

Previous part <-

You awoke before the sun was fully up, groaning quietly at the feelings in your body. Usually you’d help yourself slightly without the magic, giving yourself release, but it never truely satisfied. You rolled onto your back arm going to the other side of the bed only to find it empty. You went into a panic then and shot up out of bed, hurried your robe on and darted out your room. You froze though seeing him on your porch just in his pants, body glowing under the new morning sun. You sighed in relief and he obviously sensed you because he looked back to you through the window with a dashing fanged smile. You headed outside seeing Pax in a nearby tree cawing gently before flying off. Astarion frowned slightly at you as you went closer and gently slapped his chest.

“What’d I do?” He asked confused as you huffed and leant against his chest. You basked in the coolness he gave off, your feverish body too hot. He chuckled lightly fingers gently detangling your hair as he moved his hand. You sighed contently despite the slight stings from your bed hair. You glanced awkwardly to the small lake without moving and smirked as you lifted yourself off him.

“What?” He frowned curiously as you held his hand and tugged him to the river.

“Darling we will both freeze” he stated as you huffed and slid off your robe. He gasped softly and you looked to him, his eyes were trailing your body and suddenly you felt like a goddess in the rays of light. You stepped in the water and sighed contently at the coolness, you were overly hot anyway. You swam more to the middle and sighed before beckoning Astarion in. He sighed debating before undoing his pants and joining you. You smiled happily as he came closer and grabbed your waist. You laughed as he kissed you gently and smiled against your lips. Your arms went around his waist as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Your mind flashed though horrid images darting through your mind. A dark castle, blood everywhere, Astarion covered in blood eyes glowing red, a snarl on his lips, an evil laugh echoing in your mind and bodies everywhere. You screamed opening your eyes, you were still in the lake with Astarion.

“Darling? Darling what happened, speak to me” Astarion begged with worry as you focused on him. He was clean, eyes not glowing and animalistic. You took a few breaths glancing around sending no one in the forest. Astarion said your name and you finally looked back to him.

“A vision” you muttered and he frowned.

“Somethings wrong, I don’t know, something will go wrong, very wrong” you began to panic and pulled apart from him. You hurried back to the shore and made some gestured with your hand, forcing the heat to stop and dried yourself instantly. You grabbed your robe and wrapped it around you heading inside while Astarion called you again and again. You began to get dressed trying to find the protective amulet you enchanted. You were stopped though, Astarion grabbing your shoulders, you didn’t even realise you were shaking.

“Look at me” he ordered and you faltered, but did.

“Please, what is going on?” He asked calmly and you took in his calming light scent.

“The vision-“ you said and he stopped you.

“What vision?” He asked and you explained it and he froze.

“Astarion?” You asked worried even more.

“You need to stay here” he commanded suddenly eyes darkening with anger.

“Astarion?” You questioned again as he got dressed.

“Astarion I can help!” You said and he snapped back to you.

“No! I won’t loose you to!” He said voice raised a you faltered.

“Just stay here till I’m back” he said before leaving. You tried to open the door, but found he locked it with magic.

Your mind began to reel and you tried to reach out into the forest, your magic wasn’t strong enough to go further. You paced and paced stomach empty, but you didn’t want to eat. You heard a knock though and frowned seeing Ivis.

“Y/n, Are you ok? I saw the elf storm off through the village he looked angry” he said and you thought bless this man.

“Somethings wrong, somethings targeting me and Astarion, he’s gone to deal with it himself! He knows what it is!” You said panicked.

“Ok, ok why can’t I open the door?” He asked.

“Magic, I can’t undo for some reason” you said and heard Ivis grunt and bash. Suddenly the door came down and you blinked, but rushed outside.

“Hey, wait a second” he said.

“I can’t, please which way did he go?” You asked.

“I’ll show you, I’ll join you, I’m handy with this sword” he said and you huffed, but nodded. He led you through the forest, a part you’d never been too, the villagers seemed to avoid it so you did too.

“There’s an old big castle, blocked off by magic I think” Ivis explained as you felt the magic shield pulse.

“I feel the shield” you said and he hummed. You were able to pass through though, you gasped seeing a large dark castle, the sky grey compared to the sun that was just up. You shuddered the feelings here, they were death and darkness.

“Come on” Ivis said and you followed behind him. You could feel Astarion here, but also other things, dead things, cold and unfeeling and something else, something colder. You headed into the castle the dead attacking you, Ivis instantly cutting them down.

“Disgusting things” he said huffing as you gulped. You weren’t used to this much blood and gore. You avoided looking at them as you walked deeper into the entrance.

“Can you sense where they are?” He asked and you closed your eyes. You were hit back suddenly, stumbling back, Ivis steadying you.

“Something’s blocking me” you said and he nodded.

“Guess we’ll search” he said. You walked the halls Ivis occasionally taking down the dead that ran towards you. You hated this place, hated the cold hatred the walls gave off.

You heard a cry suddenly though, your blood went cold as you recognised it, Astarion. You ran off in that direction ignoring Ivis. You had taken down a few dead before you got to the main room. The dark pillars and red light made you think to your vision, this was the place. You saw a man on the throne, no not man, vampire. He stood a sick smile on his face before you glanced to Astarion. He was floating in the middle of the room, the scars on his back glowing as he groaned in agony. Your stomach fell and you readied to throw a fireball at him.

“Oh another pet” the man spoke and you gulped, Ivis had come up behind you and was suddenly flung back. You gasped as he hit the wall and laid unconscious on the floor. You were suddenly lifted though, red magic around your hands stopping your own magic.

“So you’re the one he saved” the man bought you closed and you struggled. You heard Astarion whine and groan and whimpered.

“Don’t know why” the man scoffed and Astarion snarled.

“Hush spawn” the man waved his hand and Astarions grunts turned muffled.

“Why didn’t he turn you?” The man hummed walking around your body like a wolf would prey.

“I mean it’s easier that way or were you just some pet to drink once in a while?” He scoffed and you heard Astarion strain. You struggled against the restraints, huffing and panting.

“Struggling useless” he rolled his eyes suddenly throwing you on the floor you groaned at the impact feeling the floor sticky with blood. You gasped, the room littered with body’s from the villagers that were murdered and more. You glanced back seeing Astarion behind you, his eyes filled with fear, you’d never seen him so scared. You got to your knees slowly there had to be a way to defeat this vampire.

“My name is Cazador” he said and you frowned.

“Astarions master” he grinned sitting back on the throne.

“Strange he forgot to mention me, I mean I was the one who sent someone to kill your parents” he chuckled darkly and you froze. Astarion knee this?

“Oh, Astarion knew, knew all along, in fact he was meant to help” he said and you froze hearing Astarion mumble. Cazador huffed and waved his hand, Astarion gasping behind you.

“Y/n, don’t listen to him!” Astarion cried as you sat. Cazador laughed and stood again approaching you.

“How else would he have known where to go? Not like he’d kill one of his brothers” Cazador glared at Astarion before looking back to you.

“Guess the feelings of being fated will do that” the vampire huffed and you frowned.

“Didn’t tell you that either!” Cazador laughed and stood in front of you.

“Has he fucked you yet? Claimed you?” Cazador taunted as Astarion went to speak again. Cazador waved his hand though and stopped him as he stared at you. You flushed and didn’t answer.

“Not claimed” he chuckled.

“When a vampire claims something, it’s there’s forever, the claimer must change the claimed, fated or not” he shrugged.

“Would you want that? To be owned forever by someone who lied to you?” His words ran around your head and you felt sick.

“Why do you think he stuck around? To make you like him! Need him!” Cazador stood and gestured.

“To bring me another spawn! To feel powerful, useful, the favourite!” He growled and you flinched. You sagged on the floor memory’s flashing by of your times with Astarion. Had it really been just that? To make another spawn for his master? You could hear Astarion mumbling, but couldn’t make out words.

“You’re nothing!” Cazador snarled and something inside you snapped. You felt magic surge through you and you began to float, breaking the red binds a light emitting from your hands.

“No you will be nothing” you said letting the magic surge through you into a beam and hit him. The vampire began to scream in agony as you burned him alive and reduced him to nothing but ash. You heard Astarion fall to the ground behind you and you felt your feet slowly hit the ground before you collapsed.

Astarion groaned head pounding. He glanced to what was his master, now nothing but ash, feeling a chain break off and some new power filling his body. He looked to you next, your body was limp and he only heart a faint heartbeat. He scrambled over, trying to ignore all the blood around him. He lifted you into his lap, wiping the blood from your face, tears filled his eyes as he gently shook you and cupped your cheek.

“Come on” he whispered resting his forehead against yours as he clenched his teeth. He sensed the man that came with you awaken and stay some ways away.

“Don’t leave me” he whispered.

You groaned and took a deep breath, feeling the blood rushing back through your body. You felt someone hold you tightly and speak. You groaned again as Astarion let you back down from his hold gently. You sighed looking at the power swirl in his eyes before it disappeared.

“Home” you muttered and he nodded quickly. He lifted you easily and began the walk home. He thanked Ivis and the alpha parted to head back to the inn, while Astarion carried you back home. You sighed finally in the comfort and safety of your cottage, he laid you down on your bed, before grabbing a chair and sitting by you.

“Did he speak truth?” You asked and Astarion tensed but nodded.

“I was sent to kill your parents with another one of his spawns” Astarion muttered, you closed your eyes letting out a shaky breath.

“Why’d you save me?” You said with a breaking voice.

“Why did you put me through that!” You didn’t mean to yell, but you did, gods your head, your body, you were exhausted.

“I didn’t know” he said.

“Didn’t know I was your fated? What does that even mean?” You scoffed.

“In some races, or well afflicted we can sense our true mate, usually it’s whoever claims you in your case, but us afflicted are cursed to know who our perfect match is, a cruel gift from gods I suppose” you frowned at his words.

“Like soulmates?” You asked and he nodded, you’ve read about them briefly, you just assumed it was something the cursed dealt with to suffer more for their afflictions.

“I thought I could change, be who you needed to be, ignore and run from the past” he whispered and your heart clenched. You held out your hand and felt him hold it gently and hesitantly.

“You did change” you whispered hearing him sigh shakily. You glanced to him, he had tears rolling down his face.

“I’m sorry, about everything, about what I’ve done, it was never always about making you mine or ‘his’ watching you grow, watching you figure out your powers, all of it- I, I fell in love” he sighed and you looked to him. He had his head down as he sniffled quietly.

“I love you” he said softly lifting his head to meet your gaze. Your heart stuttered and you sat up slowly, his face going worried instantly.

“I love you too” you muttered seeing his face light up into a smile as he rested his forehead against yours.

[panzershrike-pretz]

Band of Brothers as dogs - pt. 3

Hi i'm back again with more fellas (and some suggestions from @ronsparky and @xxluckystrike :]

I was havingo so much fun with these (and actually learning a lot about dog breeds xD), but i actually ran out of ideas so this one is probably the last one :']

Sorry if i didn't include your faves, emjoy anyway!

Shifty Powers - Golden Retriever

These guys are just big gentle floofs. They are very affectionate and were used as gundogs (which are those inds of hunting dogs that retrieve stuff). Anyway i don't have much to say but like- look at these photos they're smilling it's seo cute oh my goodness ahdbenqjsj BABIES

Chuck Grant - German Shepherd

I mean. Yes. @xxluckystrike is absolutely right he would be a GSD. Just,,, omg. I'm finding the best photos to pair up xD. They are eager to learn and love to have a purpose, making them excelent work dogs. Guys did you know that some military forces trained GSD to parachute from aircrafts? Imagine you're just there one day and it starts raining dogson parachutes wtf- lovely but still??

Johnny Martin - Chihuahua

I have a knack for finding photos of the dogs making the exact face as the boys lmao. Theses beasts are protective little things and, mostly, prefer to keep to themselves when around strangers.

Herbert Sobel - Pinscher

THEY HAVE TOO MUCH IN COMMON OMG LIKE WTF- they're always angry (you all know how pinschers are 50% rage and 50% anger, right?), always ready to bite (coming from Sobel??? Definetely think he'd bite someone if he felt like it), they look like they're always trembling, hate every breathing thing people with a passion... i could go on but yeah. I've been bitten by these motherfuckers too many times. Sorry to any Pinscher ownere, i swear i love them, but they are the scariest shit out there xD

Colonel Sink - Schnauzer

You know i'm right.

[legendl0re]

A Court of Peace and Ire: Chapter 4: Repaying A Debt

Rhysand visits Tamlin, demanding answers and hurling threats about his son, and the fateful clash of two High Lords finally unfolds.

Notes:

Rhys vs. Tam fight scene as well as arguments to bring forward the crux of Tamsand’s relationship. Lots of angst but I swear the healing is coming xD

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Slight Gore, Fight Scenes, Emotional Angst, References to SA, Ideation of one’s death, Acceptance of death

WARNING: The fight isn’t as bombastic as it may be in canon for two reasons imo:

1) Tamlin has not been using his powers so they are much less refined than if he was using them every day.

2) Rhysand lost a great deal of his own power when he died.

That and also I didn’t want Prythian to be destroyed by their fight, which according to SJM, would be the case.

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Tamlin felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple as his magic swept glass off the floor, carefully shaping it back to a flat plane and nestling tight into the window frame. This morning, he awoke with the gift of the slightest motivation—a desire to fix some pieces of the manor to make it less broken, less dangerous.

Stepping on splinters and broken glass was nothing for a High Lord—one of his many small enduring punishments—but for a child through?

Tamlin shook his head, trying not to think about it. Replacing his wards was the first thing he had done; a starting measure in case that boy ever attempted to winnow back in again. But if that blonde’s snatching of Feyre was any indication, it probably was for naught.

He had little practice with abjuring magic, since he could always just be present to protect those he wished to defend, before he became High Lord.

“A warrior has little use for wards,” his father always said. “Why bother wasting energy with needless shields rather than saving it for the fight to come? If any are so brazen to approach Spring with killing intent, our power shall sharpen to claws to rip them apart, and nothing else.”

His father was a fool, a bloodthirsty fool whose shortsightedness left Tamlin with nothing, save the burden of a responsibility he had never wanted nor trained for.

As he released the arcane hold a breath shot away from him; he really had been out of practice with his powers, surprised to still be able to perform something as involved as reforging glass from hundreds of shards.

Like any weak muscle, he would have to work at it, but he took a moment to admire what he had done, how the window looked pristine as if it had never been shattered to pieces by one of his episodes.

Even though the rage felt like a distant memory, he knew in truth. It was lingering, slithering within his bones and lying in wait. Isolating himself was the only way to protect everyone from its lashing out, from the moments his anger took the reins and tore into the world with his magic.

It had gotten so much worse since his time Under the Mountain, every day a struggle to keep that gaping pit inside him from stretching farther and farther, threatening to consume him along with everything else it could get its hands on.

All because of her.

That hateful, murderous, predatory woman whose malice scarred Prythian even years after he had torn her to pieces…

Torn himself to pieces.

Tamlin shook his head; no sense in dwelling on broken bonds. Wood splinters groaned as his magic pieced them back together, gathering to reform one of the many structural pillars that struggled to bear the manor’s weight.

The High Lord then took a rest, sitting at the top of the steps by the double doors that led to the courtyard. It may have just been the foyer and the entryway, but the progress he had made fixing everything let the weight in his chest lighten just a little. A lone bookshelf, two love seats, and solid, uncracked floorboards were the few, minute details that he had gotten too, but tomorrow he would tackle the stairs and the frayed, broken banisters that flanked them.

Maybe he’d get far enough to see his own bedroom again—perhaps even sleep in it.

Tamlin rolled his sleeves down, thinking about the conversation he had with Feyre’s sister at the border, how much less vicious and vengeful she was compared to the past.

Having eavesdropped a bit on the discussion before making himself known, it seemed the Night Court was keen to keep favor with Eris in preparation for his eventual ascension as High Lord; the eldest Archeron serving as the lure.

Given she had cut the King of Hybern’s head off, she didn’t seem the type to seduce or cajole for the sake of anybody except herself. Yet now she was mated to Rhys’ war general while also serving as a carrot on a stick for Lucien’s disdainful brother?

What was going on there? No mated fae would ever even consider sharing their mate with anyone, even playfully. Eris had already suffered the wrath of one of the Night Court’s Illyrian brutes; why tempt the other one?

Tamlin stood up and shrugged off his pondering. The Night Court was beyond welcome to any inconvenience, and frankly, he had better things to do than waste any further thought on it.

If only the feeling were mutual.

The windows shuddered, then splintered apart, the fresh pane once again scattered on the floor as shadows burst through and coalesced into a familiar, dreadful shape. Tamlin however, gave no notice to the darkness, just staring blankly at the shards at his feet, and the reflection of his eyes within them.

He had long been past sitting in the anger that Rhysand’s presence evoked, instead opting for the small, comforting mantra that allowed him to mentally prepare himself for what was to come.

You did the right thing. You bought him back, and he will never forget it.

“Talk. Now.” Huh. Not even a hello or feigned attempt at cordiality; straight to the venom.

“I just fixed these windows.” Tamlin replied, still not meeting Rhysand’s eyes.

“I don’t give a damn about your windows.” The High Lord’s shadow coiled over, but even as his lethal cerulean gaze took over Tamlin’s in the broken glass below, the lord of Spring didn’t turn up. “Why was my son here?”

“I’d say “perhaps you should ask him,” Tamlin muttered, finally meeting the stare, “But he doesn’t seem to be at the talking stage yet. Perhaps you should keep better track of your things.” Rhys’ hand knotted around Tamlin’s collar, jerking him to a stand.

“That’s. My son.” Every word was laced with a promise of death, Rhys’ mouth twitching as he bared his teeth. “If you ever-“

“If I ever what, Rhys?” Tamlin barked back, swiping away Rhys’ grip. “I seem to recall only one of us has a history of mutilating children. So you can keep all of your paternal bloodlust and save it for the Illyrians.” Rhys looked confused at that. “Oh, you intend to spare Nyx the wonderful experience of breaking atop the mountain?”

Tamlin felt a single hint of regret as Rhys’ pupils cut down to slits.

“He won’t know that life.” He hissed coldly.

“That your decision, or the High Lady’s?” They were mere inches from one another now, Rhys’ shadows nearly thundering while Tamlin felt the claws stir within his hands. “You have a lot of nerve coming here and badgering me about visits I don’t even want, especially considering how many times I keep catching your oaf-general and his mate.” Rhys laughed, the sound brimming with disdain.

“Finally found a bit of nerve, Tamlin? You never had the gall to insult my brother to my face before.” Tamlin huffed a soft breath, eyes rolling.

“No nerve, Rhys. Just a lack of interest in whatever you have to say, and an ever-growing wish for you to leave me the hell alone.” Tamlin pushed past Rhys, unsure of where he was even going. He just had to get away from him, had to remove himself from the stirring in his chest, the rushing in his head. The High Lord of the Night Court was furious; utterly thirsting for a fight and willing to say anything, touch any nerve he could to get it.

“My son comes here by accident, and suddenly you’re tidying this place up.” Rhys’ hands found their way into his pockets. “Peculiar, isn’t it?”

Tamlin paused. Shit.

“I told him to never come here again. So if I see, if I hear that he is here a second time, I will hold you personally responsible.” Tamlin’s hand gripped the edge of the doorway, wood whining as his nails latched into it.

Enough, goddamnit. Enough!

“Sure.” The High Lord of Spring crooned, head coiling back like a serpent. If Rhys’ words had so much venom, it was only fair that Tamlin shared some of his own. “I’ll be sure to ward up my mansion so the next time he winnows here, he bounces right off and finds himself outside with the naga. I’m sure he’ll be a nice snack.”

Rhys took a step, the shadows of the room drawing back to gather deep within him.

Preparations for the inevitable.

Tamlin turned to face him in full, complete acceptance of what was to come filling his heart.

Ever since the day Rhys and his father cursed him to rule this Court, he knew things between them would only end one way.

“Your son ever comes here again, do well to remember that I’m the only thing standing between him and oblivion, so perhaps you should be thanking me for sending him home, fed and warm.” Rhys continued laughing, as if ignoring every single word Tamlin had said.

“You know. I never did repay you for your words at the High Lord’s meeting. About Feyre.” Regret would have given the high fae a slight chill, had fury not boiled it all away.

“No. You didn’t. And I haven’t repaid you for letting your father open my mother’s throat, or Feyre for setting my court aflame. There’s many things that haven't been repaid, so be mindful of the debts you owe.”

Tamlin didn't’ realize what he had said until it left his lips, and Rhys’ smile vanished entirely.

“What did you just say?” He whispered, a wrathful shudder as he inclined his head.

Tamlin felt a flicker of worry, an urge to scramble back and try and balm the words over with something, anything…

But there was nothing. There was no want for peace, no wish for change, no reason to continue and suffer this abuse in the name of hoping things could go back to the way they were.

This was it. The end. One of them would live, and one of them would die.

“It means,” He growled, teeth elongating to punctuate his words. “Be mindful. Of the debts. You owe.”

Rhys pointed a finger, a blast of misting power ripping through the air between them, but just as Tamlin had burned through Amarantha’s magic when he slew her, his energy flooded over Rhys’ and crushed it to nothingness.

He tore forward, hands turning clawed as they pounded into the floor for a leap, before bludgeoning Rhysand through the double doors into the courtyard outside. The half-Illyrian’s hands clamped down on Tamlin’s growing jaws, warring to keep his teeth from tearing his head from his neck.

Tamlin continued to shift in his grasp, golden fur and horns bursting forth before he planted his legs, and swung the ruler of the Night Court through a stone fountain.

Rhys tumbled up to a stand, wind shooting into Tamlin’s face as his wings burst out in full splendor, drinking in all the color of spring around him.

“I should have tore you open the second you put your hands on her.” Rhys threatened, violet globes of energy bloomed in his hands. Tamlin smirked as well as he could in his beast form, cobblestones cracking as he stepped toward his great tormentor.

“And I should not have wasted my power bringing you back. But come on, Rhysie. Let’s see who handles it better. You? Or me?” The vines and greenery around Rhysand begin to coil like snakes, enlivened by Tamlin’s power and wrath. “I'm sure Amarantha will be glad to have you warm her bed again in Hel.”

Rhys howled, taking to the air as his hands shot forward, energy exploding against Tamlin’s body in violet flame. Circling around the courtyard, his power burned the remaining flowers in the garden to blackened ash, Tamlin using stone rails and the manor’s remaining pillars as cover against the magic. Catching a fallen column in his jaw, he hurled it at Rhys, sending the High Lord crashing through the roof into the house’s second level.

“You pushed me to this!” Tamlin hollered, the tree shaking from the volume. “I never wanted to be High Lord, and you fucking forced it on me!” The manor’s wing erupted, spears of raw magic shooting from Rhys’ eyes at eating up all the stone and wood in its way. Black mist boiled from the half-Illyrian’s mouth as he screamed, like the shadowy breath of a dragon.

Tamlin scuttled through into the opposite wing, narrowly evading the power that threatened to disintegrate to shreds of flesh and bone. The light then vanished, replaced with a swiftly rippling darkness that surrounded him at all sides. Every angle was completely black, Tamlin knocking into furniture and feeling glass and splinters puncture his hands.

A fist crushed into the side of his skull, then came a kick to the ribs hastened by the flap of wings. Tamlin swung his claws out blindly, only to be rewarded with an open palm to the throat that nearly knocked him unconscious.

As his throat pulsed in pain, he drew back his rage and opened his ears, listening to the quietest step, the subtlest beat of wings, anything to tell him where Rhys was going to strike next.

Tamlin heard the glass shriek to his left, and thrashed his horns just in time to catch Rhys lunging towards him. To block being skewered by antlers, Rhys gave up the concentration of his spell, and so the darkness fled and revealed the manor once more. The High Lords struggled, Rhys’ hands bleeding as he pushed to keep Tamlin from goring him with horns.

Once again, their gazes clashed together like swords, utter hatred compelling one another to rip, to fight, to tear and scream and forget any possible semblance of good the other may have once had. Neither of them realized that tears had begun falling from their eyes, a quiet, repressed mourning that neither would ever acknowledge.

Rhys drew himself down to get the leverage he needed, lifting Tamlin up before crashing his knee into the Spring court ruler’s lower jaw. Tamlin felt his teeth loosen, and the High Lord of Night drew all of his power into his fist before plunging it into the beast’s flank, sending him careening across the hall and down the stairs.

Agony tore through the high fae, lumbering to a stand as he struggled to breathe, the left side of his torso flaring with blood.

“You pushed me to this.” Rhysand said, the half-Illyrian’s voice infesting Tamlin’s mind. “When you laid my family out for your father on a silver platter. When you decided to fuck my mate.”

“She wasn’t your mate at the time.” Tamlin growled, and suddenly his bones, his muscles, his entire body, began to betray him. Rhys’ talons had plunged into his mind, knowing that no matter the volume of magic he levied at the High Lord of Spring, a physical fight would be an uphill battle.

“I could snap your brain in half and trap you in the form forever. Maybe I’ll put a collar on you and take you back home, make you a pet for Feyre.” Tamlin, despite the agony coursing through his brain, grinned.

“It…won’t change…a thing.” Tamlin felt Rhys swoop down from out of sight, and his thumbs pressed into his forehead with the full force of his Daemati powers piercing into him. He wailed and roared for his power—his court—to save him, and the brambles that had roped around his home leapt to his rescue.

Before he could shatter his mind, Rhys was torn away; latched to the floor by roots and thorns as Tamlin was forced back into his fae form. But with a swipe of his wings, the High Lord of Night slashed through the vines and turned them to rotted dust for good measure, before slamming upward to get him back to his feet.

Tamlin coughed and tried to wade through the pain in his head, until Rhys gripped him by the neck with one hand, before plunging the other right into the wound at his side. His ribs being pulled centimeter by centimeter, Tamlin strained to remain still, right where Rhys wanted him.

“Guess I wield it better.” Rhys muttered, the whites of his eyes now entirely drowned in black as he embodied his full power. Both his hands and mental talons had clenched in a vice around Tamlin, like a hawk with a struggling rabbit.

“Does it feel good?” Tamlin managed to get out, blood dripping down his chin.

No. Tamlin heard? Or, felt? Rhys hasn’t said anything, his teeth clenched so tight they threatened to break, but that “no” was in his voice, as were the thousands of other thoughts worming their way into the High Lord of Spring’s head.

In his rage, in his need to lock Tamlin’s mind down, Rhys had left his own mind wide open. Images and feelings were pouring a deluge, a psychic rapid of anger, fear, and self-hatred that had been all locked up inside.

He saw Rhys and Feyre form a new bargain; one of unity in death and foolhardy desperation.

He saw Feyre’s sister kneeling before her pale, pregnant body, wielding primordial power to change fate itself.

And he saw the darkness Rhys had been lost in upon giving his life to seal the Cauldron, and the small kernels of Prythian’s High Lords to guide him back.

Tamlin’s eyes widened, and he let every muscle loosen in a final surrender.

Rhys was broken, harried, lost between the mask he wore and the truth that lay in his heart. It was the same sort of suffering Feyre had gone through, the one he had been blind to while trying to make everything perfect and meaningful for them.

But whereas Feyre could fight, could push and claw herself back from that abyss, Rhys it had seemed, could not.

“I hate you.” The High Lord of Night said, his hateful voice tinged with sorrow.

“I wish I could hate you.” The High Lord of Spring replied, shimmering eyes meeting those of the soon-to-be ender of his life.

It was true—even when he served Amarantha, even when he slew his family and cursed him with rulership, even when he stole his one possible chance of happiness away—Tamlin never hated Rhys.

That made what he was about to say all the more worse.

“You can’t live with it.” Rhys paused at Tamlin’s words, his fingers having already grown to talons primed to cut his throat. “If it wasn’t for me bringing her here, you never would have met Feyre, and if it wasn’t for me convincing the High Lords, she would still be dead.” The high fae swallowed, throat raw as if he had swallowed glass. “If it wasn’t for me giving you that last light, you would be gone too.“

Tamlin remembered clear as day why he did it; because someone needed to live. Someone needed a happy ending after everything that Hybern had done.

Everything that he had done.

“Your love, your life, and your son, are all because of me. And you…can’t…live with it." Rhys let his claw dig into the side of Tamlin’s neck, his eyes wide like a mad man.

“You think you convinced the High Lords to bring Feyre back? When Amarantha died, when the curse was broken, we all got our powers back, Tamlin. You think I didn’t peer into their minds and make them give it up, make them bring her back?” Tamlin winced, teeth stained red from the blood in his throat.

“Of course.” He lilted. “They wouldn't have done it because they owed her everything, because she freed them from fifty years of torment. Why should Feyre have earned anything on her own merit, when you and the Night Court can just take the credit for every good thing that happens in Prythian?” Tamlin sniffled, eyes stinging at the mention of her name so many times. It had taken its toll.

“I loved her, more than you ever will, and more than you ever could. So do it. Just do it. I’m tired of being alone.”

Rhysand’s trembling hand rose up high, the sun gleaming against his claws, and Tamlin closed his eyes as his chin lifted to expose his neck.

Finally.

“Rhys!” The two High Lords heard, the faint rumbling of a winnow right before it. Both of them turned, and found Feyre standing in the middle of the room.

Nyx was seated in her arms, eyes wide with fear at what was unfolding before them. One look at his son’s face sent Rhys up to his feet, releasing Tamlin from the grasp of both mind and body.

“What’re you doing here?” The High Lord of Night asked, Feyre stepping back as he approached. Catching his reflection in one of the broken windows, he saw the black-sclera of his eyes, the wounds and welts that had patterned across his face and his body, and the blood that coated his hands, hair, and face.

He looked like a monster.

“Feyre, I…” Nyx hid his face away, and Feyre’s brow furrowed in a cold, solemn rage.

“Rhys. Go home. Please.” Rhys faltered for a moment, but then slowly rose ram-rod straight.

“I’m not leaving you here with him.” Not after what he had done. Tamlin would have laughed if he wasn’t in the worst pain imaginable.

“Yes you are.” Feyre retorted, nostril flaring as she took a step toward the ruler of the Spring Court. Rhys reached for her but she wheeled back on him, and Tamlin weakly watched as a bout unfolded with their minds. Yet the entire time, he noticed that Nyx had turned up slightly to face him, a small tear running down his round cheek.

Eventually Rhysand relented, sighing in defeat as the space behind him peeled in a winnow. “Please have Mor look at you.” Feyre urged, Rhys not even nodding before he left.

And there they were, just how it started.

Feyre and Tamlin, alone in his manor.

At least that's what she had thought, until she learned of the glamour and how her sneaking about made her look like a fool in front of his court.

Tamlin sat up as best he could, eyes chained to the floor as if he just couldn’t meet her gaze.

“I told him not to do this.” She started, voice cold and distant as if to hide her initial horror, her concern for him. The High Lord said nothing, his chest undulating with a mixture of fear, distress, and resentment. Why couldn’t she have just remained as hateful as he thought she was, and sat back while her High Lord peeled him apart, finally freeing him of this torment?

“It’s fine.” He said, clutching his side and grunting as the pain surged. Feyre knelt down, trying to meet Tamlin’s eyes, but he shied away.

So she opted for a different approach, nestling Nyx closer to her as her son turned to face the Lord in full. “Nyx wanted to come back. I…supposed it would have been a good excuse to talk.”

“About?” Tamlin hissed, retreating further into himself.

Feyre ran through the list. Beron? Koschei? The changes in Prythian? Lucien and Elain’s situation? There were plenty of subjects, but Tamlin hadn’t been around for any of the now seasonal High Lord Meetings to be informed of them. But she kept silent, waiting until the silence between them grew unbearable for the High Lord.

“I think your mate had the same idea,” He murmured, “To talk…”

Feyre walked over and placed Nyx on one of the few undamaged chairs. “Stay here.” She ordered, earning a nod from him. Turning back, she approached Tamlin again, but he shuffled away from her touch.

“Get away from me.” She pursed her lips in a stern look, the pointed stare of a new mother.

“I’d rather we speak without you having a gaping wound in your side.”

“I’d rather we didn’t speak at all.”

“Glad to see your stubbornness hasn’t changed.” She offered her hand again, the blooming light of the Court of Dawn’s healing magic resting within it. A shock of agony in his left side made Tamlin relent, taking his former lover’s hand and letting the energy course through him.

Best case scenario, it was a trick and he would die anyway.

“Rhys told me you were living peacefully.” She said, a half-truth. Rhys never talked with her about his visits with Tamlin, and after what she had just saw, she could see why. Perhaps she just hoped that he was doing fine without ever having to hear about it.

“I didn’t realize how I lived my life was any of your business anymore.” Tamlin replied, wincing as Feyre willed the flesh, muscle, and bone to knit itself back together.

“From a personal standpoint, it isn’t. But you’re a High Lord, and I’m a High Lady. We can’t divorce ourselves from each other entirely, much as we wish.” Feyre felt the weight of that truth, forever unable to unlatch herself from those first memories no matter what she did.

Tamlin suppressed a small smirk. We. As if any of this breaking had been mutual. At least she was taking her new role seriously.

“There was a lot going on, which was why I was keen to let Rhys handle everything.”

“I noticed.” He replied, both their gazes moving over the fidgeting Nyx. The stuffed night beast was still in his hands, the boy making growling noises as he let the beast rove over the hills of the oversized couch. “Congratulations…I guess.”

Tamlin’s words threw a wall of cold bitterness between them, and Feyre pulled her hand away as the last of the wound was repaired.

It confounded her a bit, how Tamlin could not want to tear Nyx apart or hold him over Rhys and her as some sort of hostage, some sort of last vengeance against them. But it seemed the conversation she had with Nesta held true; Tamlin had bought Nyx back safe and sound.

“If you want us to leave, we’ll leave. But I’d rather we actually talk.” Feyre stood and took a seat by Nyx, before picking him up and placing him on her lap. “And Rhys won’t be coming back here anymore.”

Tamlin chuffed, sitting up fully. “Never knew him to take being told what to do lightly.” Feyre remained stoic, unshakable in her resolve. She had long since passed the feeling that she could just leave things as they were, ignoring Tamlin and being unable to face the harshness of the things they had done to each other.

That wasn’t a good example for a mother to be, nor was it for a High Lady, a role she had finally begun to sink her teeth into.

“I have an unfair advantage.” Feyre smirked for a moment, but then realized just how much every sentence spilt more salt into the old wounds they had with one another. Every word, every attempt at light heartedness, was soured by all that had happened between them, all still raw and unresolved, left to dry and rot like a festering wound.

“Regardless,” she continued, “He can take it how he likes.”

Tamlin finally let his eyes rise, catching the visage of Feyre seated with her young son at her lap. “Is that not what you wanted?” He asked. Admittedly, it was a low blow to tug on Feyre’s vengeful streak, but it was the truth.

“I never wanted him to hurt you.” She answered, a slight pain in her voice even as Nyx reached up to her and spoke in incomprehensible babbles.

It should have burned Tamlin—the sight of her with her son—should have awakened in a torrent that brought down the last of the manor upon them both.

But it didn’t. He just kept focus on the boy starting to teeth on his little night beast, and his mother watching him dutifully. She practically paid Tamlin no mind beyond the initial concern, having grown strong enough with her own right that she had nothing to worry about.

Tamlin felt as if a small part of him would have been proud, but he sighed, careful not to aggravate his bruises as he stood up.

“Has he eaten?”

[the-sprog]

Here's my holiday truce gift for @constellaj !!! I hope you like it :)

I worried a lot about the length XD it came out a lot longer than I expected!

Dash runs, ducking behind a big enough piece of rubble that got detached from the City Hall when the ghost threw Phantom at it.

He's breathing heavily, catching his breath and catching at his weapon. He takes a look over his hiding place. Red Huntress is physically holding the ghost to the ground –how she can do it and why the ghost isn't phasing through her or the ground itself he doesn't know– while Phantom is nowhere to be found.

The Fenton's aren't on the scene, and neither are the Guys In White luckily –for anyone but him. He's been looking for a functional specific piece of gun for a while now.

"What are you doing?" He hears someone say behind him. Dash turns around. He feels his cheeks heat up as he finds himself face to face with who he would probably consider his favorite person in the whole world.

Phantom stands there, floating a few inches off the ground, with his arms crossed and stern expression printed on his face. Dash had never noticed before now how short the boy-ghost truly is, since the only reason why their eyes are the same level is because of the floating.

"Phantom-!" His enthusiasm is cut short as the ghost in front of him doesn’t let him get another word in.

"Where did you get that weapon?" Phantom asks. His voice carries anger in it, Dash realizes. His brows are furrowed and his jaw seems slightly clenched. "Did you steal equipment from the Fentons?"

"What? No!"

"Where did you get that stuff, then?"

Dash pulls on the safety on the ecto-gun he held carefully in his hand. He usually wouldn't bother, seeing as ecto-based weapons were usually regarded as safe for humans —he tested that theory on himself before bringing the gun to school with him—, but he didn't want to risk hurting Phantom.

He nervously adjusts the baseball cap hiding his hair as well as the tight domino mask glued to his eyes —thank Paulina and her emergency make up pouch— before he decides to respond, "The -ehm- the GWI tend to leave stuff behind, especially of it gets busted by a ghost," he clears his throat before continuing, "so I've been picking them up and –well, turns out this shit is not as complicated as it seems."

For a small moment, Dash could swear Phantom seems impressed by his admission, but as quickly as it came, the look is gone from Phantom's face. "You've been doing that?"

Dash nods. "Yeah. My pop's always making me help him work on his cars so…" he trails off. "I know my way around soldering irons and cables and stuff."

Phantom hummed, but his expression didn’t change. "And you think that's good enough that you can put your life on the line like it's nothing? Like you know what you're doing?"

Dash crosses his arms and squirms under Phantom's scrutinizing gaze.

"As tempting as it is, you shouldn’t steal from the GIW." His eyes trail towards Dash’s ecto-gun. "And you definitely shouldn’t be fighting ghosts with a modified ecto-gun."

"I'm not the only one!"

Phantom sighs and his hands drop to his side. "Red has armor. Heck, even the Fentons have some kind of protection on them!" He takes a breath, calming himself after the involuntary outburst. His face changes, and for a moment Dash truly sees how tired, perhaps even a bit dejected, the other kid is. "I'm already dead, Dash." Their eyes don't meet. Any awe and wonder Dash may have felt when he was first approached were gone.

Dash's eyes widen upon hearing his name. "How did you...?" He doesn't even finish his question that Phantom scoffs.

"If you want to hide behind a cap and a mask, maybe don't wear your letterman jacket," Phantom tells him with a smirk and an eye roll.

Dash looks at his sleeves and curses under his breath. "I'll remember next time," he says.

That sentence seems to bring Phantom back to the core of the issue. "There won't be a 'next time'."

"What? But I can help!"

"You’re going to end up hurting someone, Dash." Panthom’s patience is starting to wear thin, Dash can tell. He’s fidgeting with his gloves and looking around, like he would rather be anywhere else than here talking to Dash.

"I just want to be a hero," Dash pauses and watches Phantom’s eyes widen. "Like you," Dash finishes, blushing slightly.

Phantom scoffs. "You? A hero?"

The color drains from Dash’s face. Unsure how to respond he lets out a weak, "What?"

"I hang around Casper every once in a while. You’re a bully, Dash, and nothing more than a bully." Phantom’s face hardens. "You torment kids weaker than you and for what? Feeling superior to them?" Dash stays quiet. He doesn’t know how to respond- doesn’t know if he even should respond. "I won’t say you’re just as bad as the ghost I fight. But, Dash, you sure as hell aren’t a good person, let alone a hero."

Dash swallows around a lump that has taken residence in his throat. Was this truly how his hero saw him? How can he defend himself? How can he explain that it isn’t as bad as Phantom’s making it sound?

…is it as bad as Phantom’s making it sound?

"I’ll be taking that ecto-gun now." Phantom stretches his hand towards him in silent demand, but Dash doesn’t move. If he gives the gun the conversation will be over and who knows when he’ll have a chance of redeeming himself!

Phantom sighs. "I’m asking as a courtesy. I could just phase it out of you, dude. Have your existential crisis later, please."

Dash lets go of a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding and silently reaches for his gun. He briefly entertains the thought of pointing it towards Phantom and making a run for it, but he pushes it away. That would make him just like one of the actual villains Phantom has to deal with, be it ghosts or overeager ghost hunters.

Phantom's words haunt him when he goes to school the following day. Dash can't stop thinking about what the ghost told him.

"So..." He gets pulled out of his musing by Kwan resting his elbow on his shoulder. "How did it go out there? I bet Phantom was hella impressed by your bravery and general hotness."

Dash doesn’t respond. He sighs, a dejected expression having long since taken residence on his face.

Kwan’s smile falls. "Hey, man. What’s up?"

Dash closes his locker and leans against it, looking directly at his friend’s face. "Phantom caught me with an ecto-gun and he was not happy about me going into danger with no protection. He took it from me."

"But that’s not what’s bothering you, is it?"

"He told me I can’t be a hero." Dash pauses. "Because I’m not even a good person in the first place."

Kwan’s eyes widen in surprise. "What? Why?"

Dash rubs his neck. He doesn’t know when the habit started, but he knows it’s something Phantom had also been caught doing numerous times. "He said he sees how I act in school and doesn’t like how I treat other students."

Kwan groans. "Who knew Phantom was a killjoy?"

"I don’t know, man." Dash tries not to look towards Daniel Fenton, but his eyes wonder as he thinks about Phantom’s words once again. "Maybe he has a point?" If Phantom had talked about one of his… victims –he thinks is probably the most appropriate name for his classmates– in particular, Fenton would have a medal for ‘Most Tormented Kid In Casper High’ so who knows what the ghost would’ve told him. "I did some thinking and –well what fun would he be ruining? The one we have at the expenses of other people?" He crosses his arms. "It wouldn’t make us much different from Youngblood."

Kwan rolls his eyes at Dash’s claims. "C’mon, man. You know it’s not the same! We don’t have superpowers."

"Yeah. But we sure as hell have more muscles than all the geek squad combined."

"Y-yeah, but… well-"

"It's harder to excuse when I put it like that, isn't it?" Kwan doesn't respond and this time Dash doesn't even try to stop himself from darting a look towards Danny. "Maybe it's time we grew up."

And thus begins Dash's However-many-steps-it-takes plan to… become a better person, he supposes.

He thinks about it for a long time, and ultimately decides to not include apologizing to the kids whose lives he made like hell to the list. If he were them, he wouldn't believe himself based on words alone. He'd assume it was all part of a prank or some sort of scheme. A change in attitude and behavior would actually show he wants to do better, and it would be more convincing than simply words.

So, he decides to start by working on his temper. Dash is aware of the fact he's quick to anger in a way that none of the other football players on his team are.

He considers asking Danny's sister for advice.

She's a psychology major in some big name college, right? Yeah, he thinks he remembers something like that. He should still have her number from when she used to tutor him, from before she moved to college.

Dash thinks about it during the rest of the day, writing in his phone’s note ideas on how to redeem himself in Phantom’s eyes. It makes him wonder if wanting to be better to win someone’s affection defeats the purpose of being a better person…

He adds that to the list.

A high-pitched shriek startles him out of thinking about it, almost making him drop his phone.

"You talked to my ghost boy?" Dash turns around and, sure enough, Paulina is uncomfortably close to him. "Did he talk about me? Why didn’t you say anything?! I’m sure he talked about how much he loves me, didn’t he?" she said.

"Uhm," Dash stutters and takes a few steps back. "Not really, no."

Someone next to them chuckles.

"What do you want, Manson?" Paulina crosses her arms and glares at the goth chick, one of Danny’s friends. He never really did pay attention to her, so her name escapes him. He knows her and Paulina used to be forced to hang out when they were kids, and that she used to be a possible A-Lister recruit.

"To know how someone can be so delusional." the girl- Manson, Paulina said– is evidently having a great time antagonizing his friend –ex-girlfriend?... Ex-beard?– with a smirk on her face and leaning on her locker. "There’s no way you still think you have a chance with him," she pauses, watching Paulina fume. "He probably doesn’t even know you exist."

"Sam-" her friends look as uncomfortable as Dash feels witnessing the exchange. Danny has a hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her away to go to their next class. At this pace it’s likely they’ll all be late.

Lancer won’t care, but still.

Tucker is looking towards Dash, never making eye contact for more than a millisecond, clearly waiting for his reaction.

"You’re one to talk, Marilyn Morose," suddenly, Paulina starts responding to the taunt, "making goo-goo eyes at Star whenever she’s close." She’s smiling, apparently satisfied with herself. Sam is bright red in her cheeks. Dash has eyes, so he knows it’s not Star that Sam is looking at, but he doesn’t say.

"Hey," he decides to intervene, deeming this a situation that fits with his goal. "Not cool, Polly."

"But she started it!" Came the response.

"Yes. And you’re not a child. Be the bigger person or whatever." He doesn’t wait to see anyone’s reaction. He just takes Paulina’s arm and pulls her towards their class, but she pulls away from his grip and starts yelling at him.

"What’s your deal?"

Dash sighs. "Just… Some things Phantom said. Put stuff into perspective, is all,"

Paulina plays with a strand of her hair. "He told you to do that?" She asks, contemplative.

"In a way."

She looks him up and down, face scrunched up, before it clears up and she hums, "Alright then. I forgive you."

And that was it? Damn that was easy.

As Dash turns around, he catched a glimpse of Danny’s eyes examining his face and looking at him up and down, but he tries to ignore the anger that comes from the other boy staring at him and judging him. He takes a big breath and clenches his fists and grits his teeth, and he follows after Paulina heading towards Lancer’s English class.

The morning’s encounter sets the example for the rest of the month.

Someone attacks –verbally or physically– another student;

Dash stands up for them;

Dash loses a few friends;

Paulina and Kwan back him up by saying Phantom agrees with Dash;

And then the cycle repeats.

Dash also continues going out with modified ecto-weapons –he understands the danger. He knows what he’s doing when he’s fixing them! Kinda– and a new costume. Over the month he learned more and more about what he needs. He’s pretty sure his dad has some suspicion about his ghost hunting activities, but as long as his dad doesn’t try to stop him that’s good enough for him.

Now the suit is more reminiscent of Red Huntress’, although it’s clearly more homemade. But it has more protection –his hands are wrapped with boxing ropes, he has knee guards, toe-steel boots, and he’s in the process of making an ecto-proof kevlar undershirt, but the materials for that are hard to come by and his sewing skills need some work.

"So you did get better at the secret identity thing."

Dash turns to the beginning of the ally he’s been sitting in to catch his breath. He’d been trying to catch the Box Ghost all evening, but he’s yet to come across a containment device and getting the ghost in a net is surprisingly hard.

Phantom stands –well, floats actually– next to him.

Dash feels his cheeks heat up. He hadn’t been planning on going face to face with Phantom any time soon, going as far as trying to patrol on hours when Phantom doesn’t. He’s unnecessarily nervous, but nervous nonetheless.

"How did you know this time?" Dash thought he did so well. He switched his jacket for a non-descriptive black hoodie with the hood glued to the baseball cap, his eyes are behind a domino mask, and his nose and mouth are covered by a homemade additional mask that Paulina helped him design. It is pastel pink, but so is his cap, so it matches.

Phantom scoffs. "You’re the only dumbass who goes around with old GIW weapons."

Dash looks at his arsenal, then back to Phantom, and a laugh escapes him. "Yeah, I guess you’re right." He pulls at his mask revealing the lower half of his face. "Are you here to take my stuff again?" He asks, as he holds out one of his ecto-weapons to him.

Phantom shakes his head. "No."

"Oh?"

"I’m here to make you an offer."

Dash waits, but Phantom doesn’t elaborate. "Go on?"

Phantom takes a breath. "I need you to promise I can trust you and you won’t say anything about this to anyone."

Dash eagerly nods. "Yes, of course." He gets up, getting on a more even level as the ghost.

Phantom takes a deep breath –a breath? How’s he breathing? Is it a reflex? A muscle memory of his life?– and holds out a hand.

"Want to be part of my team and help me fight ghosts officially?"

"Yes! Of course," Dash immediately responds, "you’re awesome, why would I not want to?" He takes the offered hand, and immediately feels the air kicked from his lungs.

"Sorry." Phantom doesn’t actually sound sorry. Dash thinks he seems sort of amused, actually, but based on previous conversations it’s a fair bit or revenge for how much of a jerk Dash has acted over the years. "Should’ve probably warned about holding your breath when turning intangible. I forget," he admits as he rubs the back of his neck.

Dash definitely got the habit from him, and the confirmation only makes him blush more.

"Reminds me to warn you about invisibility. Your eyes will mess up colors while you’re invisible."

Dash nods and readies himself for the change. It makes him feel slightly nauseous to see so many purples, blues, and greens in the familiar Amity Park scenery.

They don’t fly off, though Dash assumes Phantom is still floating, but they do pass through several buildings.

They don’t talk again –which makes the journey slightly awkward– until Phantom phases them through the ground and Dash makes a strangled cry. Phantom chuckles at that.

Once they’re in front of an underground door, Phantom lets go of both invisibility and intangibility, and then phases through the door on his own, leaving Dash to inspect the door, and then opening it from the inside.

"Ta-da!" Phantom says while doing jazz-hands.

Dash gets pulled inside the room by an additional set of hands that definitely didn’t belong to Phantom, phasing right through him, and finds himself pinned to the wall by a tiny figure.

"Sam," the ghost-boy admonishes, "Play nice."

"His reflexes are terrible," she comments, letting him go. "Are you sure about this?"

Phantom shrugs. "He’s the one that modified that ecto-gun I brought back a few weeks ago."

Sam turns quickly to stare down at him. "You said it was you- the Fentons who got to GIW garbage before us!"

"Yeah, well… I lied."

"You! Ugh!" She grunts and then storms off towards a staircase on the other side of the room. Dash is sure that if she had walked through a door, she would’ve slammed it closed. But the sound of her boots hitting the ground with each one of her steps does convey the same feeling as if she had done just that.

"Dude…" Tucker speaks up from wherever he appeared while Dash wasn’t paying attention. "Why?"

"This explains so much but also nothing at all." Dash’s exclamation gets ignored.

"Oh, heyyy… Dash is here." Well, sorta. There are still no explanations given, so Dash doesn’t think it counts. He slowly waves a hand at Tucker.

"We needed an engineer, Dash is a pretty decent one!" Phantom explains.

"I’m a pretty good engineer!"

"Tuck, you’re good with tech. You’re our tech guy. You don’t know how to fix the speeder and it’s been 3 months now since the last time we’ve been able to use it."

"That’s irrelevant." Tucker crosses his arms.

"No, it is not." Phantom lands on the ground and calls out to him "Dash Baxter," Phantom says, looking towards Dash, "Welcome to Team Phantom!" And he smiles, showing a bit of fangs that have no business making Dash’s cheeks color in red.

"Thank you, it’s an honor!"

"You should already be familiar with the other members of the Team." Phantom gestures to the staircase behind him, "You saw Sam earlier, that’s Tucker."

"Hi."

"Then there’s the Fenton kids." He counts on his fingers, "Red Huntress –leaving it up to her to reveal her identity to you or not–" Dash nods. "And then the ghosts: Frostbite, Specter, Pandora, Clockwork-"

"When it suits their fancy," Tucker interjects, not even looking up from whatever he’s doing on his PDA. Why does he even still have that? Can’t he get a smartphone, like a normal person?

"-right." Phantom nods, "We have some files you’ll need to look at about all the various ghosts and people, and their affiliation to us. Got it?"

"Absolutely, anything for you!" Good way to put your foot in your mouth, Dash. He blushes, as does Phantom, his pink cheeks getting even pinker and brighter coloured.

Tucker clears his throat. "Phantom’s going to teach you how to use the weapons you’re fixing, I’ll fill you in on a bunch of stuff, Sam will teach you to use the thermos, and if you need to talk to someone… go to Jazz."

"Tucker!"

"What? I’m not going to- psychoanalyze him! That’s Jazz’s job!"

"So…" Dash tries to prevent another argument. "The Fenton kids?"

"Where do you think we get all this stuff?"

"Yeah," Phantom says. "We really needed another way to get weapons. Danny is not great at sneaking around."

"Oh, this is great."

Dash turns to see the Red Huntress leaning against the wall next to the stairs, while Sam enters the room from behind her. She goes straight towards Phantoma and punches his arm.

"Red?" Phantom doesn’t phase her out, accepting the punch that Dash doesn’t believe could ever hurt the ghost. "What are you doing here? We were supposed to meet tomorrow," he says, as if nothing else was happening in the meantime.

"A little birdy told me about someone’s character development."

"Whose character development?"

"Yours, Dash."

"Oooh. Yeah, makes sense." Dash nods.

"Well, then," Sam interjects, "since you’re here earlier for no sensible reason, why don’t we go ahead and start Dash’s training right now?" She smirks, her hand resting on an ecto-gun left on the table in front of her.

It’s not the same that Phantom took from Dash in the past, it doesn’t look like a GIW weapon at all. It’s more gray than white, for starters, and there are green and blue accents in the design. There are soldering marks and paint splotches, the color in some of the details doesn’t even look very uniform.

"Heck yeah!" Dash pumps his fist in the air, excited to actually do something.

And also, possibly, maybe, to spend some time standing really close to Phantom, his body behind Dash, his hands over his and helping him hold the weapons correctly, his face so close he can feel his breath on his neck- Oh gosh, he’s definitely red in his cheeks again.

Tucker flips a switch and a section of the floor opens up, while something raises up from the opening.

Suddenly, there are training dummies in front of Dash. They’re scorched and cut and overall ruined. But still usable.

Except one that has a hole in its stomach. That one’s probably not that useful.

"We’ll start with the one of the guns you have with you," Phantom says and gestures with his hand towards his hip, "I like your outfit change, by the way," he adds, "Did you make it yourself?"

"You should see me without it?" Dash can’t help but try to show off, stretching one of his arms in front of him, making the fabric adhere more to his body and accentuating his muscles. He immediately cringes internally at his own attempt at flirting, but it’s too late for him to backtrack so he commits to it and smiles at Phantom’s direction.

Gosh he wants to steal Tucker’s PDA and look up ‘How to flirt like a normal person’. Maybe WikiHow has some advice he can look at. Anything would probably be better than whatever he’s trying to do at the moment.

"Uhm… I like the outfit. I’m a bit confused about the pastel pink, though," Phantom admits.

Dash shrugs and pulls out one of his weapons. "I like pink, and I think it looks good on me. Don’t you?"

"Sure…?"

"I know I love it on you, especially when it colors your cheeks." Dash tries to look smug, even as his own cheeks start gaining pigment.

There’s a beat of silence and then, "Are you flirting with me?" Phantom asks him, voice breaking in the second half of the question.

"Is it working?"

Phantom blushes again.

"See? You’re so cute when you blush," Dash can’t stop himself from saying, smiling smugly with the knowledge he was the one to fluster the hero.

"I- I have to- I’ll just-" Phantom points towards the staircase before flying towards it and disappearing at the top.

No one else in the room says anything for a while. Dash fidgets with the ecto-gun in his hands until the silence gets too unbearable for him and he clears his throat.

"Was I that bad?" He asks, a bit jokingly, just to break the tension that built up in the atmosphere.

"I’m sorry?" Tucker is the first one to respond to him. "I feel like my entire worldview just crumbled."

"What about Paulina?" Sam asks.

Dash shrugs. "She was my beard, I was her skirt. We broke up when we came out in…" he thinks about it for a second, "July after Freshman year, I believe?"

"That was so long ago, how did we not know?" Sam said, almost masking Tucker’s confused "What does that even mean? I’ll just google it."

"We don’t make a big deal out of it."

"Well, at least you and Danny can bond over something." Red walks in Dash’s direction and pulls out an ecto-gun of her own. "Well, since spooky bailed on you, I’ll help you work on your aim a bit."

"Sure." Dash grips his weapon in front of him and desperately attempts to ignore the fact that Sam and Tucker are going to wherever Phantom ran to.

They meet up three times each week, Dash's training sessions with Phantom don't get any less awkward, even though Dash does minimize the amount of flirting attempts. He doesn't stop altogether, he's not strong enough to resist the temptation completely –and Phantom’s just so cute when he blushes! Being able to fluster the town's resident superhero is one hell of a power trip.

"Your hands look heavy- want me to hold them?" Dash says one day.

"I guess you'll just have to kiss it better," he says the next.

And he continues like that until one day–

"I do like my men like I like my coffee. Very strong and able to keep me awake all night."

That… that was something Dash didn't prepare himself for, as is evident by the color that spreads up his ears and down his neck.

The smirk Phantom throws his way after saying it –while he hides his own red cheeks behind the ghost-themed mug he’s drinking from.

Dash does his best to ignore the confused looks Tucker and Sam send each other, too preoccupied by trying to regain his footing and not dropping his weapon.

From that day, Dash starts learning more and more about Phantom. It's like he passed an invisible barrier and now the ghost feels more comfortable letting him in.

He learns that Phantom loves video games, though he doesn't play often and mostly uses Danny's accounts and devices.

He learns that he loves food –hates toast, though. With a passion– and would give a limb for some good Nasty Burger fries drenched in sauce.

He learns he's a huge Astronomy nerd. Phantom Loves to stargaze.

He learns he used to dream of becoming an astronaut. Dash forces himself not to pay attention to the solitary tear that falls on Phantom's cheek and is quickly swept away.

He wishes he was the one to do it. But he's not sure any kind of comfort would be appreciated in such a situation.

Dash wants to kiss him.

It’s something he’s been thinking about increasingly often.

"They’re glaring at me again," Dash says bitterly, putting all his focus on fixing Tucker’s FentonPhone that got damaged during that day’s fight. He’s getting more frustrated as time goes on, between not being able to figure out which of the wires he’s crossing incorrectly and feeling Tucker and Sam’s eyes on the back of his head.

Red Huntress scoffs. "You’re not winning them over that easy."

"Dash shrugs. "Phantom seems to like me enough."

"That boy is both too trusting and too paranoid somehow. Don’t know how he does it."

"So…" he pauses what he’s doing to look her in the eyes –in the… visor mostly. "What do you suggest?"

"I’m not helping you pick up Phantom."

"What!"

"You don’t seem to need my help with that."

Dash blushes. "No, c’mon Red! I meant about the other two!"

She shrugs. "Honestly, I don’t think there’s anything you can do other than… Being nice. Just like you’ve been doing now."

Dash hums. "It doesn't seem to be working though."

"These things take time, Dash." Phantom’s voice comes from behind him. The ghost rests his arms on Dash’s head, even though Dash can tell he’s also floating. He would be too short otherwise.

Dash, despite himself, smiles when he hears Phantom’s echo-y voice.

"They’re just being difficult," says Red.

"Unlike someone else," was the barely audible retort from Tucker followed by hasty apologies.

"Hey." Phantom taps Dash’s shoulder, once again gaining his attention. "Want to patrol with me tonight?"

Dash’s eyes widen. "Really?"

He can feel Phantom nodding on his head. "Yeah. you’ve been doing well with learning about weapons. I can put you on thermos duty so you can practice without subjecting me to that thing."

"It’s going to be awesome!"

Phantom giggles at his enthusiasm, and Dash knows if he spares a look towards the previously mentioned two in the room he’ll see judgment in their eyes.

But he doesn’t let that spoil his mood. He starts packing his backpack, having quickly learned throughout his training that it was always a good idea to have one with him. It isn’t reinforced yet, they don’t have the materials to do it for all of them, but they’re working on it.

Phantom's waiting for him on the staircase. They're yet to let him come and go from what he refuses to call anything other than a hideout. He's always accompanied by the ghost boy and they never leave by foot. He doesn't know what the regular-person entrance of the place is.

As Dash expected, Phantom grabs his arm and shoots up towards the ceiling. During the course of his training Dash also learned to get used to the change of colors and the longing for air.

And patrol begins.

Dash has never patrolled before, getting into the midst of things only in defense, as a response to an attack. He's surprised to discover just how many ghosts get out and about, not even causing trouble, during the wee hours of the night.

But of course 'playfully-mischievous-at-worse' is not the only type of ghost lurking in the shadows.

Phantom appears to know pretty much everyone they come across, be it friend or foe.

There's the biker –who Dash thinks looks weirdly families, and not based on the files he was handed when he joined– and his girlfriend who not even Phantom seems to be sure where they stand.

"Relax, peepsqueak," Johnny says. Dash did study those files, he feels is important to point out. "Zone's a bit stuffy today. Not a lot of privacy."

"We're not causing trouble, so why don't you introduce us to your new recruit?" Kitty –the girlfriend– smiles towards Dash. "He's cute."

"Hey, watch it," both Phantom and Johnny say to her.

She shrugs. "I'm just saying."

Dash steps forward, tired of being passive in a conversation that concerns him. "I'm flattered, but I have eyes on someone else," he says, looking in Phantom's direction. As soon as they make eye contact Dash winks causing Phantom to giggle.

The ghost boy coughs and schools his expression again.

Kitty's eyes widen. "No way." She smiles. "Ember is never letting you live this down, kid."

"I told you two to stop gossiping about my life!"

"There's not much more to do in the Zone," Johnny adds.

Dash lets them bicker for a bit, ready to intervene if it devolved into a fight. Phantom doesn't have the chance to let go like this that often, and seeing the smile tugging at his lips that the ghost boy is not really that desperately trying to suppress… well, it creates butterflies in Dash's stomach.

They move on with a parting warning from the biker.

"Careful. We're not the only ones aware of blondie here."

They're on edge.

The Box Ghost makes himself known and Dash panics. He doesn't even let him finish his usual monologue that he has the thermos pointing in his direction and sucking him in.

"He's not so useless after all."

Both Dash and Phantom turn towards the new voice entering the alley.

"What are you doing here?" Phantom's eyes dart from Dash to Plasmius, never leaving one unchecked for more than a few seconds.

Plasmius smiles. "I just thought I'd come to greet the new kid, Daniel," he says. Phantom flinches at hearing his name. "We should get to know each other. After all, we're bound to meet again." Plasmius pulls out a gun, one that Dash has never seen before, with more purples and pinks in its design.

Why would a ghost need a gun?

Phantom starts charging his ecto-blasts.

Dash grips the thermos.

"Does he know? Or is he the only one in the dark?" Plasmius taunts. "Afraid he won't like you anymore?"

Plasmius shoots towards Dash with no hesitation.

Dash lifts his arms to shield his face from the upcoming blast.

Phantom cries out in pain.

Plasmius clicks his tongue. "So predictable." He starts floating towards Phantom, his eyes focused on the boy.

"It doesn't do you well to keep secrets, my boy."

Phantom grunts and a flicker of light starts emitting from his body at random intervals.

Dash doesn't let him get too close. He lifts the thermos and is fast enough to surprise the ghost, sucking him into the containment device.

Dash crouches next to Phantom. "Oh my God-"

"I can't-" Phantom groans again. There are tears streaming from his eyes. Dash is starting to panic, so before he succumbs to it, he forces himself to pull out a medikit from his bag.

"What- what do I-" he starts to say, but gets interrupted.

"This isn't- FUCK- this isn't how I wanted to tell you," Phantom says.

The light keeps pulsing until it forms a ring around his midsection.

The ring splits, traveling opposite sides –up and down Phantom's body.

Until Phantom is not who's laying in front of Dash anymore.

"What the fuck," he manages to say, once out of his stupor.

"I-" Danny gulps. "I'm sorry."

Dash sighs. "C'mon." He grabs his arms and starts pulling up. "Let's get you against the wall."

Danny hums in agreement.

Once situated, Dash plops down next to him.

"So," he says.

"So." Danny mirrors.

"Are you… hurt?"

Danny shakes his head. "No, mostly tired. A bit disoriented."

"Cool, cool."

They sit in silence for a bit.

"Are you going to ask?" Until Danny breaks it.

"Huh?"

"How it's possible. How- how I… died." Danny fidgets with his fingers, looking anywhere but towards Dash.

"Oh. Uhm… I don't really care."

"Oh."

"I mean- if you wanna talk about-"

"No, no. It's just… refreshing. People are usually curious."

"I'm- honestly I'm mostly confused."

Danny nods. "Yeah I don't… I don't fully understand it either."

"I really like Phantom," Dash admits. He's surprised by how quiet his voice is.

"Yeah- I-" Danny keeps avoiding making eye contact with him. "You must to be so disappointed to discover this-" he gestures to himself. "-is really who you were flirting with."

"I don't know."

"What?"

"Well, I realized- after these weeks. I don't… really know you. Any of you."

"Huh."

"And I really like Phantom."

"You said that, yeah. So?"

"So…" Dash trails off. "I'd like to get to know Fenton, too." Dash smiles and turns towards Danny. "But I doubt they're much different."

Danny doesn't seem reassured. "But what if you don't like Fenton?"

"Do you like me?"

Danny snorts, color spreading to his cheeks and ears. It's a little weird, Dash thinks, to see the familiar sight but feel like it's for the first time all over again. "I've been told I have a think for nice people that can deadlift me, and… well, you did become cool to hang out with lately."

Dash draps one arm across Danny's shoulders, bringing him closer to him, so much so that Danny's laying on Dash's side. "Then you're worrying too much. We'll cross that bridge if we get to it."

Danny snorts and Dash doesn't even have to look down to know the red has spread further on his face –not that Dash's own hasn't started to resemble a tomato. But his mask is doing a good job protecting his dignity, as well as his identity.

"I do have a question though."

"Mmh?"

"Can I kiss you?" Dash asks before he loses his cool.

"What?"

"I mean- you don't have to. I've just… been thinking about it a lot," Dash says, lamely, "so I'd really like to kiss-"

Danny pulls down his mask and kisses him.

His lips are soft. For some reason, Dash wasn't expecting that.

The kiss is chaste, quick, but it shuts him up for a good minute, making Danny laugh and making him blush even more.

"You were taking too long."

Dash gives him a friendly shove when Danny starts laughing again and gets another kiss for his efforts.

'Yeah,' he thinks, 'I don't think I'll find it hard to like Fenton, too.'

[mislamicpearl]

Thoughts on DR S2 episodes 16-17:

These two episodes were SO good!

Spoilers below

Aww, Zane patting Lloyd's shoulder as he breathes a sigh of relief.

Dang, I really wanna see Zeatrix get revenge on Ras honestly.

Wait a minute wait a minute, the forbidden five member that's with Ras has an elemental power? What is it?? He never uses it in the games, he just uses shatterspin!

Yo, Arin was finally able to do proper spinjitzu just from one short session of second-hand teaching from Frack. I can't wait for him to throw that in Lloyd's face!

But also his tornado had some shatterspin lines in it?? Was I seeing that right?

I literally said out loud "if Lloyd loses to this guy (invisible man) that would be REALLY pathetic!" But no, he's protected by his protagonist status. Sora and Nya were protected by their girlboss status. Cole and Zane unfortunately had neither so they had to be cannon fodder.

Wow I was certain they were going to pit Cole up against Geo. Still sucks he lost though (but still not as embarrassing as Zane, who literally just had to fight a dude *still grumbling*)

OMG Cole falling a long distance AGAIN ahahaha!

BUT this time he finally learned and used earth bending to catch himself up! Nice.

"I can't control metal!" You should attend Toph's metal bending school Cole. I'm sure if Nya could make ice that ONE season, you can use your power to master metal.

Aww, despite Frack (still a dumb name, that's what I use to swear when I don't want to swear) working with Ras, I think the rapport he has with Cole is very sweet. If Cole's not careful he's going to end up adopting another child lol.

Yoooo the Arin and Sora friction is so good, I'm loving this drama!

Ohoho, Ras wants control of all the elemental powers, what a surprise.

"Your anger isn't helping Wyldfyre." "It's helping me stay angry!" Love Wyldfyre ahahaha and Cole's face!

The fact that I was actually outraged when the crystal disappeared right as Nya was going to grab it!

WU SPRITE CAME TO COLE AGAIN! Are you going to tell us where it took you last time Cole??

Omg yes, Nya's going straight after Jay, thank you!

And awwww the goodbye hug between her and Lloyd, ugh the sibling energy of these two.

Nya and Kai communicating literally through the power of their sibling bond.😍

It's so hilarious and perfect that as soon as Kai hears about Jay his first reaction is to insult him hahaha.

Ohhhh the forbidden five member that's sleeping in the Nether space is the one possessing Jordana!

Glad to see Arin didn't let his anger with Sora overtake his job, he's actually doing pretty good with his suspect board!

"My social encounter algorithm registered high levels of cringe" OMG I HAD TO PAUSE THIS I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD, THIS IS JUST BEGGING TO BECOME A MEME! INTERNET GET ON IT!

My sister: Brent Miller must have been dying laughing trying to read that line.

Me: Brent Miller probably WROTE that line. XD

Geo has apparently been rendered mute since he and Cole met up lmao, is this Lego's attempt at damage control..?

It's going to turn out Wyldfyre was right and Blekt (dumbest of the dumb names) actually is the one behind all this isn't he?

"He probably got distracted by all the temple city conce...ssions..." *both Cole and Sora stare off into the distance* lmao what was that??

When Frack said he had a question about Cole's power I totally expected him to ask why the earth was screaming - are we ever getting back to that?

NEURO!!! OMG THANK GOD HE STILL EXISTS, HE'S HERE! Probably they didn't want to get his VA back and that's why he wasn't put in a position to talk to the ninja?

Oh and that purple haired girl was probably Chamille.

Man, all of the fights with everyone using multiple powers was so cool!

Ahahaha Zeatrix's face at the bubble power was hilarious! Same girl, what a dumb power.

Except that she used it like a freaking queen??? That elemental bomb was so cool and smart, she pulled a Kuma! (@ One Piece fans again.)

Okayyy we finally get to hear the name of Lloyd's power, he's master of life! Like in the movie right? Neat.

Bro really said the word "YEET" hahaha

Holy frack, Zeatrix killed Lloyd!

[luimagines]

I swear my mind is full of Eevees right now-

Time for the Kanto Trio Eeveelution info!

Vaporeon is a male, Jolteon and Flareon are both female.

Vaporeon acts like a older sibling to all Eeveelutions, he keeps them safe and protected all the time, he is very respectful to everyone especially to his trainer, that is unless you threatened them and he will tell you to leave.

Jolteon is the same as Vaporeon, an older sibling who keeps them safe and protected all the time, she's a very kind Jolteon, she's also careful with her spikey yellow fur cause when Jolteons are angered or startled, their fur spiked up, very sharp like thin needles.

Flareon is also the same as Vaporeon and Jolteon, an older sibling, but she's very overprotective to them all especially to their trainer, she doesn't trust anyone, she just glares at them thinking they can't be trusted and they want to hurt them, but if you don't want to and you're kind, she might show you her true nature, a very soft and kind one(that she won't admit it).

Names and Personalities:

River, the Vaporeon: Calm and Respectful

Spark, the Jolteon: Kind and Careful

Amber, the Flareon: Overprotective and Aware(secretly Kind and Soft)

The reason why they're the oldest in the Eeveelution is because the first Pokémon(Red and Green) game was released in 1996, so you could say that was a long time ago.

Ask from: "Pika" the Pikachu(Itzcrystal1006)

Oh that's cute.

If Wind gets Vaporeon, as the youngest getting the "oldest" eeveelution- I dunno I think that's just very sweet.

And since it's pushing 30 years ago, yeah, I'd say that those three eeveelutions have seniority. XD

[hummingbird-of-light]

And the characters are...

Scotty and Khan! Yup, a whole month, filled with Khan whumping Scotty (or... me whumping both ot them sometimes xD) I hope you'll have fun~

June of Doom Day 1

1. “You don’t want to do that.” 

| Collapse | Locked Door | Fear |

TW: blood, torn off body parts, torture, swearing

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"Hello, Mr. Scott. It's a pleasure to see you again."

Montgomery Scott turned around when he heard the voice behind him, only to find a phaser pointed at his face.

A weak smile found its way onto his lips. He should have known that Khan would find him down here, protecting the life support system. Where else would the augment suspect the chief of engineering?

"I cannae say the same about ye, though," the Scotsman retorted.

He held his hands behind his back, ready to press all the buttons on the console.

Khan grinned maliciously as he pressed the phaser against Scott's forehead. His hand was very steady and he seemed to be eager to pull the trigger.

"Remember back then, when we were on the Vengeance's bridge? A little nod from Kirk and you just shot at me. I was very disappointed, you know? I thought that you were different from the rest of this crew."

Scotty swallowed, his fingers searching for a specific button.

"What can I say, laddie? I'm loyal to my crew and captain. And ye planned to betray us right from the start, didn't ye?"

There! The button he had searched for!

"Maybe. But I did it for my family."

Khan's family. The other augments. It was the reason why he had acted the way he had. However, it didn't justify the things he had done.

"And now? Are ye telling me that ye joined the Romulans for yer fellow augments?"

It had been quite a shock to the crew of the Enterprise when they had been hailed by a Romulan ship, near the neutral zone, only to find the familiar face of Khan on the screen. No one had ever expected to see the augment again. Then the ship attacked and the soldiers boarded the Enterprise.

"What can I say? I help them, they help me. And we will start with my revenge on this ship and its crew."

The grin on Khan's face grew wider as he played with the trigger.

"You shot me, Mr. Scott... guess I have to return the favor. Only my phaser is set to 'kill'."

But this time Scotty was the one who smiled.

"Ye don't want to do that."

The Scotsman almost laughed at the surprised look on Khan's face, but the augment quickly regained his confidence.

"Really now? It would be my greatest pleasure to kill you and then deactivate this ship's life support. So why shouldn't I?"

That was Scott's cue. He pressed the button!

"Because then ye'll die too."

Khan looked over his shoulder to see the door closing. Scotty had locked them in the room!

"Open the door."

When the augment looked at the engineer again, there was pure anger in his eyes. Yet somehow Scott had the strange feeling that Khan was more angry at himself for being stupid enough to not notice about the Scotsman's plans sooner.

"No way, ye bloody bastard!"

Khan had no options. The door was locked and the Romulans could neither break nor beam him out of the room.

"Of course ye could still kill me, kill us all, but ye'd die with us. And I honestly doubt that yer Romulan friends will stick to the deal then. No one will save yer family."

"Open the door," Khan snarled once again, slower, with more emphasis.

But Scott stayed the stubborn Scotsman that he was.

"No."

No one would open the door. Kirk knew that the room would only be locked in an emergency situation. So did Spock and the others. Well... the attack itself was enough of an emergency, wasn't it?

Forcefully, Khan shoved the Scotsman aside to take a look at the console. His eyes scanned every single detail.

"Tell me the code."

Scotty just smiled, knowing fully well that he was the one in control now. He knew that Khan wouldn't kill him. Or anyone else as a matter of fact. His life was too important to him.

"Not gonna happen, laddie. It's over."

The chief engineer just had to wait until the Romulan intruders had been dealt with. Then security could take care of Khan.

"You have a death wish, don't you?"

Khan used his free hand to grab the Scotsman by his collar and slammed him against the nearest wall.

When his back hit the metal, all air was forced out of Scotty's lungs and he gasped.

Damn! That hurt!

"The code, Mr. Scott."

The hand moved from the engineer's collar to his throat and Khan started to squeeze.

"Ye will nae kill me," Scotty managed to croak, but Khan just leaned closer and whispered into his ear.

"Trust me, there are worse things than death. I can hurt you in ways, you can't even imagine."

The grin was back on the augment's face when their eyes met again. The look sent a shiver down Scotty's spine. He knew that Khan meant his threat and would stay true to his words.

"I'll have my fun with you and once you tell me that code, because you can't stand the agonizing pain anymore, I'll still shoot you. So why not skip the torture and get straight to dying?"

Khan raised the phaser and stroked it across the side of Scott's face.

"That's a nice offer, but... I think I'll pass."

Out of nowhere, Scotty's hand shot up and grabbed the phaser. He remembered everything that he had learned about fighting, back at the academy, and managed to disarm his opponent.

Just when he was about to set it to 'stun' and shoot at Khan, he was tackled to the floor. The phaser slipped out of reach.

"Big mistake, Mr. Scott. Big mistake."

Khan managed to sit down on top of the Scotsman's stomach, pinning him to the ground.

"Last chance. Tell me the code and I'll make it quick."

Scotty tried to sit up, but failed horribly. He didn't stand a chance against a superhuman.

But he would never tell Khan what he wanted to hear. He had to protect his crew!

So, instead of answering, he simply spit Khan in the face.

"Wrong answer."

With that the augment grabbed Scotty's left hand and his pinky.

"Tell."

Scott screamed out in pain when he felt Khan starting to pull at his finger. He heard the bone crack and felt the skin rip apart. Tendon by tendon was cut slowly.

"Me."

Ring finger.

"The."

Middle finger.

"Code."

Index finger.

"Mr. Scott."

By the time the thumb was torn off, Scotty was sobbing heavily, voice hoarse from the screaming.

It hurt so much!

The engineer looked at his hand and all the blood made his stomach twist and turn.

Any moment now he'd lose consciousness.

Khan grabbed the Scotsman's right hand and was about to start the same procedure, but he didn't get that far for suddenly the door opened and various people rushed into the room.

"Let him go!"

"Get your hands off him!"

Kirk. The captain was there, Spock and  Chekov at his side. They all had phasers pointed at Khan.

Scotty managed a grin.

"Told ye, it's over."

It was the last thing he got out, before his mind shut down. 

[star0mania]

MLB OCs

Name: Izzy Lynn Dupain-Cheng

How to say it: Iz-zy Ly-nn Du-Pain-Cheng

Nicknames: Izz

Age: 13 14 15

Gender/Pronouns: Female (she/her)

Place of Birth: Paris, France

Current Resident: Paris, France

Sexuality: Asexual, Biromantic

Relationship Status: Single

Voice claim: K Howard from Six the Musical

Friends: Marinette Alya Adrien Nino Kagami Rose Felix E.t.c

Enemies: Bad guys

Crush: None (open)

Family: Mother: Sabine Dupain Cheng Father: Tom Dupain Cheng Sister: Marinette Dupain Cheng (15 years old)

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Likes: -Cooking -Her twin -Singing

Dislikes: Insects Jerks Bullies Dishonesty Certain people

Personality: -Kind -Protective -Loving -Feisty -Aggressive -Smart -Creative -Stubborn -Determinant

Miraculous: Lynx miraculous

Weapon: a whip

Hero name: Hero Lynx

Kwami name: Stella

Suit: -TBA-

Looks: (Credit to  the artist))

Theme songs:

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"Its called a punch, bitch!"

Name: Keith Felipe Noceda

How to say it: Ke-ith Fel-ip-e No-ced-a

Nicknames: Keithie (siblings) Mr. Noceda (a few teachers)

Age: 14-15

Gender/Pronouns: Male (he/him)

Place of Birth: Mexico, North America

Current Resident: Paris, France

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single but soon dating

Voice claim: Ethan Landry/Spider (Jack Champion)

Friends: Marinette Alya Adrien Nino Kagami Rose Felix E.t.c

Enemies: Bad guys

Past love interest: Adrien Agreste (ex boyfriends and best friends)

Present Love interest:

Marc and Nathaniel K: Oh for fucks sake- M/N: Oi!! No swearing!

Ship names: KeithMarcThaniel Natheitharc ArtAct

Relationship trope: He fell first, they fell harder Sun x Dusk x Moon

Relationship status: Soon-to-be dating

Relationship songs: The Middle- dodie I kissed a Boy- Jupither  3- Britney Spears Jenny (I wanna ruin our friendship)- Studio Killers

Relationship variant/s: Karlnapity 

Family: Mother: 37 year old named Camila Father: 38 year old named Jon Sisters: 13 year old named Luz, 13 year old named Vee and a 6 year old named Julia  Brother: 16 year old named Hunter

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Likes: -Stories -Acting -TV -Watching Marc and Nathaniel make comics -Hanging out with friends -watching romcoms and horror -Playing with his dog, Rio -Dinosaurs -Dia de los muertos

Dislikes: -Arguments -Bullies -Homophobes -Transphobes -Math

Personality: -Kind -Honest -Easily Angered  -Creative -Introvert and Extrovert. In the middle -Loyal -Lovable -Tough -Soft with friends -Mature -Caring -Confident  -Dedicated -Helpful

Miraculous: The red panda kwami

Weapon: Bamboo flute. It sends enemies to sleep for a few minutes

Hero name: Fire Panda

Kwami name: Mei Li

Suit: Smth like this but male

Looks:

Theme songs: The Hills- The Weeknd

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Name: Aristotle "Ari" Madine

How to say it: A-ri-sto-tle A-ri Ma-dine

Nicknames: Ari (various people) Ari-star (Keith)

Age: 14-15

Gender/Pronouns: Male (he/him/they)

Place of Birth: Paris, France

Current Resident: Paris, France

Sexuality: Gay

Relationship Status: Single

Voice claim: Alberto (Luca)

Friends: Marinette Alya Adrien Nino Kagami Rose Felix E.t.c

Enemies: Bad guys

Crush: Luka Coffaine

A: lets go! The band is playin'! L: alright, calm down Ari xD

Ship name: Lukari

Relationship trope: Lalalalala x okokokok He fell first, he fell harder

Relationship theme song: Teenage Dream- Katy Perry Lover- Taylor Swift If I can't have you- Shawn Mendes

Relationship variants: Solangelo Tododeku

Family: Mother: a 45 year old named Juliet Father: a 45 year old named Humphery  Brother: a 7 year old named Bear

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Likes: -Pirates -Friends -Music -Animals -Listening to Luka play his guitar -Listening to One Direction

Dislikes: -People being mean to his friends -Homework -History -Losing the ones he love

Personality: -Happy -Carefree -Honest -Kind -Kind off innocent -Stubborn -Helpful -Youthful -Bright -Trusting -Secretive -Imaginative -Idealistic 

Miraculous: The Coyote Miraculous

Weapon: Bone nunchucks

Hero name: Song Dog

Kwami name: Mikira

Suit: -TBA-

Looks:

Theme songs: Can't stop the feeling- Justin Timberlake

[mercy-of-the-ashes]

Danganronpa OCs!

Hi! Since I’ve used OCs in some roleplays here, I realized I should actually introduce you guys to them. XD

To start things off, I’m bringing up the link to Nozomi’s own individual post. I’ll still add her here to round the number of characters to ten. 😊

Nozomi Haruno Shizuka is Haiji’s kindhearted, intelligent, and timid partner who’s a talented inventor and a capable fighter. She’s the rational one of the duo, though she can still be emotional. In spite of her delicate nature, she possesses a ruthless demeanor and remarkable physical strength that transform her into a powerhouse.

Haruka Hagoromo is a cute, cheerful, and energetic teenager who loves stuffed animals and has a talent at making them. She is talkative and quick on her feet, but she can be cocky and doesn’t always take things seriously. Nonetheless, she’s still a girl with a good heart. She has an unrequited crush on Haiji, much to his annoyance and discomfort.

Don’t be deceived by Kiyoshi Honda’s bad-boy appearance. He may look like one of those tough biker types, but he’s actually like a lovable teddy bear. He’s Haiji’s best friend who can be a bit of a coward and a klutz, but nonetheless he’s a reliable man who’s always there to give someone a shoulder to cry on whenever they need it.

It’s no surprise that Mareo Honda’s just as sweet as his husband Kiyoshi. Vivacious and friendly, he gets easily excited over things, such as hats and jewelry, and is sensitive about other people’s feelings. He’s also not the best cook, but funny enough, his baking skills are impressive, so no need to worry about eating desserts that taste like dirt.

Kazuma Minazuki is the friend that acts more like a parent. He embodies all the qualities that are expected in a babysitter, and all the children adore him. He’s a kind, diligent, and responsible young man with the patience of a saint that it’s almost impossible to truly anger him. Still, he won’t hesitate to discipline anyone, whether they’re a child or an adult.

Tsubomi Haruno Shizuka is the near-polar opposite of her older sister Nozomi. The only things they have in common are their love for cute things and using their fists to kick butt. Tomboyish and arrogant, Tsubomi has the habit of being rude and reckless, and is very protective of Nozomi after learning about her abusive ex.

There are two words to describe Tristan O’Doherty: selfless and optimistic. He loves playing his dudelsack and lending a helping hand. Although, his attitude can be annoying to others at times, but in the end, he means well. He’s a pacifist, hates swearing, and gets nauseous at the sight of blood and gore. This often puts him at odds with his twin brother.

Aidan O’Doherty is Tristan’s serious, fearless, and violence-loving twin brother. He gives it his all in everything that he does, especially when he plays his harmonica, but tends to overly critical of himself whenever he believes he failed to do his best. As expected of their opposite personalities, Aidan’s behavior often incites Tristan’s horror.

Melantha Rohan is the proud heiress of a large fashion company that she hopes will destroy other competitors. She has the same sarcastic, cowardly, and antagonistic demeanor as Haiji, and loves taunting others for her own entertainment. Despite that, there’s a soft spot hidden beneath her prickly character. And just like Haiji, she has her own robotic arm.

The best way to describe Joshua Harvey is that he’s a shy and devoted man who would do anything to protect Melantha. After she saved him from a toxic relationship that would’ve been fatal, Joshua fell madly in love with her. Despite being fiercely loyal, however, he knows when to stand up against his hotheaded love interest when he believes she’s in the wrong.

(Most of my OCs were made on Charat (Bigbang and Genesis). Haruka was made in a phone app that no longer exists while Melantha and Joshua were made in now-deleted Picrews.)

[ray-the-fanatic]

10.) Which version of Leonardo is your favorite?

11.) Which version of Raphael is your favorite?

12.) Which version of Donatello is your favorite?

13.) Which version of Michelangelo is your favorite?

15.) Which version of April is your favorite?

16.) Which version of Casey is your favorite?

| TMNT ask game

XD Boy I hope I don't sound like a broken record over time im sure two are obvious at least. also I didn't have to be this extra but too bad XD

10.) Which version of Leonardo is your favorite?

XD Leo is funny cause he bounces from second fave to least fave but I really do like Leo. 12, 03 and Mayhem being some of my all time favorite versions of him. 03 Leo's emo arch his moments of ego shining through that I feel people miss and the dork he is like practicing one liners. Who could for 12 Leo though I really love that that went more into the nerd Leo can be just in general both for Ninja stuff and being a hero even his favorite show. XD I really miss his first voice so much i know what happened but I can still miss the sound of it XD Mayhem Leo I know we still got more to see but I really love how they are making him out to be even with his rizzless ass XD

11.) Which version of Raphael is your favorite?

Of course my favorite turtle of all I have the most picks for XD 03 Raph will always be my all time favorite. 12 in close second of course. I just like how both went about showing that Raph may be the angry turtle but he is also the most protective and caring just very passionate dealing with an anger he doesn't know what todo with but means no harm. 87 Raph is my damn spirt animal I swear so many lines im just thats me too XD He also just so funny never fails to get me to smile. I am loving the little shit that Mayhem Raph is and I look forward to see what they do with him ;3; If your new here you may not know how obessed I am with the MMPR cross over comic. Esp the 2nd one But I ADORE THIS RAPH SO MUCH. Even in the first run I feel he got a lot of spot light and focus. He just so well written I love him I need to draw and write stuff for him give him more love ;3; Forgot to add But I also love the 07 movie Raph the nightwatcher stuff is always one of my favorite parts of the movie and I like the arch he goes through in the film with Leo.

12.) Which version of Donatello is your favorite?

NOW 12 may not be on here but I do actually love him a lot but I will say these 3 are my absolute ones. I grew up with 03 so of course Don is gonna be there on favs he is often my second favorite because he can be so damn sassy also Don gets a lot of messed up stuff to deal with/ go through. I also feel he the one to really show that whole kind heart genius aspect the most. 87 Don? omg he is just great XD I love him hes a menace to society and the world is lucky he aint evil I never get over him bitch slapping Leo on sight XD Mayhem Donnie didn't get much spot light and Im hoping we will see more with the series but hes a little nerd and I love him being a weeb it's cute like his ginat ass glasses ;3; also hes such a little brat XD

13.) Which version of Michelangelo is your favorite?

MIKEY! I think Mikey is the reason I love sunshine charaters. I think a big part of why I love 12 Mikey so much is because of his VA I just love Greg Cipes as a VA and person hes just so chill. And I like the portrayal of Mikey in 12 he would get kidnapped find a way to break free only to find his brothers trying to save him and offer to go back so they could XD. 03 Mikey I love more now than as a kid which sounds funny consider how I started this bit XD I sometimes found him annoying but I have more appreciation for him now . Like the rest I really have just come to like all the mayham turtles XD and I look forward to what more we will see of them I like how clam he comes off? Curious to see if they do more with that since he seems to be a peace makers with his brothers.

15.) Which version of April is your favorite?

Don't get me wrong I like April but shes not often a favorite charater of mine XD 03 April of course I always liked the whole her being into science and such especially since she is often closest to Donatello. I do like her big sister role in 03 as well and just how protective the turtles get for her and how she insists she is family. I am not really a fan of the rise iteration XD But I do really love April in Rise she was very fun I wish she was in the show more though I'm glad she got to be part of the main fight at the end though.

16.) Which version of Casey is your favorite?

I for sure love Casey a lot more though XD Hes actually my second favorite human charater/ favorite ally. I just wish Casey got more love out of the series cause sometimes it feels like he gets forgotten too much. Anyway gotta throw 03 Casey in first place cause hes kind of my measurement on what I feel makes for a good casey XD Of course hes a reckless nut case but they really touch on the softer side of his charater mostly shown through his friendship with Raph and his relationship with April. He isn't just looking to wreck things he wants to generally do some good because hes grown up in the rough parts of the city and he knows how bad it can be. 12 Casey Man I wish he got more focus in the series he really got done dirty a lot of the time and I find the hate for him stupid. I love the add parts 12 gave to Casey just really selling that hes kind of a loser and out cast himself so course he fits in well with the turtles over other humans. we get small glipmses into his own softer side but they never got to really be expanded on. MMPR cross over once again! He didnt have much role in the first one but the second? YES! I love the story so much Casey betraying his friends his and Raph stuff cuts me deep It really made for a good story and I look forward to what they will do with casey in the possible next part of this story >> 87 Casey look hes only in four episodes I know BUT THEY ARE GREAT EPISODES Well 3 of the four actually focus on him but my point stands XD I just love the insanity of his character

[complete-idiot-in-love]

Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 42! (SPOILERS AHEAD!!)

Still love these goofy bitches :3

Twig being dead is so sad, Alexa play Despacito

My S/I would definitely be on the floor sobbing or sobbing into Torbek bc they'd feel so bad for not doing more to protect Twig

NO, DO NOT GIVE TWIG WITCHLIGHT KREMY. ONE IT WOULD DEFINITELY HURT TORBEK AND TWO WE DON'T NEED A ZOMTWIG WITH A MURDEROUS DOUBLE PERSONALITY

If the scene wasn't so sad, I'm sure Kremy would be plundering the bronze toad for its money, bronze frog would be EMPTIED fr fr

I wonder what the rubix cube Frost got does (I don't care what Nikki says, it's a rubix cube to me)

I find it extremely sus that Twig died in the room with “Child sized coffins" in it, like was she always meant to die and the party just got too attached or what?

Torbek apologizing for not fighting good enough WHEN HE LITERALLY ALMOST DIED is so sad, leave my favorite pathetic cat man alone >:(

TORBEKS WOUNDS LOOKING WORSE BECAUSE HE TRIED USING HIS WITCHLIGHT. ANDY I'M GOING TO HURT YOU /J, LEAVE MY BESTIE ALONE (T-T)

“I just wanna bring her back, not for me but for you" The " Ironic” husbands strike again, love my dad's so much

Gideon telling Torbek to his face that he doesn't care if he dies is so funny for some reason but also I WOULD CARE GIDEON, I WOULD CARE SO MUCH!

THE DRAWING LABELED “MY FAMILY" WHY NIKKI? WHYYYYYYYY??? (T-T)

Torbek with Mr. Moony the puppet is so funny, him puppeteering it is very appreciated during these sad moments

When they talk about their dice rolls in their characters voices all i can imagine is the actual characters being forced to roll dice for their actions

OH FUCK, BAVLORNA CAUGHT US STEALING HER SHIT :O

"Please don't make Hootsie an orphan" "WATTA DO, MRS. BLIGHTSTRAW?" Two types of people fr fr

Gideon is so damn angry about Twig dying

They are all so dumb but i love these goofy bitches

Bavlorna is so gross, we love a manic pixie dream girl! /j

"OH HELL YEAH, COOKIES!" -My S/I (9 intelligence frfr)

"You would make a great coat!" OH HELL NAH, BAVLORNA IS DYING IF SHE MESSES WITH MY HOMIE TORBEK

BEEZLEBERRY COOKIES YESSS

What is it with the hags and acting like grandmas? "Granny Nightshade"? "Mommy Lorna"?

Torbek drinking trash water and Frost getting hairballs XD

Torbek definitely does single white guy cooking, bro will eat anything fr fr

Torbek's animal impressions are spot on /j

"YOU WANT ME TO USE HER MOUTH LIKE A DAMN NUTCRACKER?" - Gideon calmly asked /j

Husband fight, couples therapy imminent

If Bavlorna was good and not batshit crazy, she'd definitely be someone who I could see adopting Torbek or my S/I.

SCABATHA >:( /THREATENINGLY

Big-brimmed hat darkling mommy /j

YOOOO NAT 20 FOR GRICKO ON INSIGHT, LESSS GOOOOO

Oh fuck, accidental murder????

MORE COOKIES FOR TORBEK AND I POGGG, Besties share a sweet tooth

Earl grey tea and beezleberry cookies sound so good right now fr fr

Torbek please don't make a deal with Bavlorna

OH FUCK, ACCIDENTAL MURDER!!!

Gideon spinning his cup counterclockwise in anger is going to kill the party

KREMY IS DEFINITELY GOING TO KILL THE PARTY BY MENTIONING THE BOOK

"We don't talk about the fourth sister" I SWEAR TO THE GODS IF IT'S ZYBILNA I AM GOING TO SCREAM FR FR

It's so sus that the FROG hag doesn't own the FROG bag of holding, i don't think Bavlorna is telling the truth

TASHA? LIKE TASHA'S HIDEOUS LAUGHTER?? OMFG MY S/I HAS THAT SPELLS!!

Fribblefrabble grizzlegrazzle comeback :D love it when they callback to previous jokes!

Gricko... That was a robot of Tasha, not the actual lady

Receiving your older sister's taxidermied corpse as a gift is so morbid what da hell Bavlorna

"You're clearly the good sister" KREMY SHE JUST SAID SHE WAS GONNA TAXIDERMY A CORPSE AND GIVE IT AS A GIFT

TWIG IS BACK!!! YESSSSS

OH FUCK SHE'S BLIND NOW, THE BLUE ROSES BLINDED HER

Is... Is she blind?? Bro idk

"She's rigt behind me isn't she" moment from every movie ever /j

Sea cucumber Robert rectangle pants returns!!

Once Upon a Witchlight's catchphrase is "From a certain point of view"

"Torbek, have another cookie" WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE EVIL, I WANT A NICE COOKIE GRANDMA SO BADLY (I may do something with her in my S/I's backstory)

FROST NOOOO, DON'T FLIRT WITH BAVLORNA

"Torbek has sticky fingers" YEAH I WONDER WHY, "ALLEGED" PUBLIC MASTERBAITER

PIERRE IS SO SAD AS A NPC, BRO GOT HIS FACE OBLITERATED AND IS NOW GONNA BE A SLAVE TO BAVLORNA

Gricko x Bloodytoes ship is sailing so hard this episode (Grickotoes? Bloodygrin?)

Torbek just absolutely not understanding Frost's telepathy is so good

LET MY BOY ENJOY HIS COOKIES FROST, HE DESERVES NICE THINGS

"Bodaicous T is saying no!" I love that nickname so much and am so glad it came back

"You're gonna be filled with regret if you make this deal" "BUT MAKING DEALS IS FUN!" MY ALLIGATOR DAD EVERYONE, DUMBASSNESS RUNS IN THE FAMILY I GUESS

Torbek has my same love for sweets, this is why he's my bestie

Twig is so cool, i will literally kill her insecurities

NOOOOO, NO MORE FROG LICKIN??? (T-T)

TWIG TOADSPRING? HER FULL NAME??

WE ARE A BIG FAMILY YESSSSSS!!!

Gideon always forget Torbek and it's so funny!!! Huge ass bugbear and he's always forgot about

"Smells like shit, TORBEK!" OMFG DYING

"Not only can't I smell but I also can't SHI-" TWIG NOOOOO

BLOODYTOES X GRICKO IS 100% BUILT ON VIOLENCE, GIRLBOSS AND HER MALEWIFE FR FR

Pierre is so fucked

"Are there any burritos here?" FROST OMFG

Bloodytoes being so unbelievably unhelpful is so funny

Torbek is always hungry and I headcanon it's because of the witchlight

When will Frost meet his beloved swam boat again /j

Please still have pigtunia!!! I love that pig!!!

STOP TRYING TO KILL THE WILDLIFE KREMY

NOOOO JEREMY!!!

NAT 20 FROM TWIG TO KILL JEREMY OMFG

"No one would marry that FUCK, HES A MEAN OL BASTARD!" Reanimated Twig is a badass

STUFFED PIGTUNIA OMG SO CUTE!!!!

SOMEONE FINISHED THIS MODULE IN 5 SESSIONS???? HOW???

We love Snail no. 2 in this house

Killing Pierre at this point is a gift to him

Pierre killing montage with Gricko on a popsicle Sugar high

"We can go to Wendy's" "WENDY'S NUTS!" My S/I and Gricko would definitely collab on deez nuts jokes bc of Gricko's curse

WE GOT THE INN AT THE END OF THE ROAD BACK, YESSSSS

SUN AND MOON COUPLE, MR. MOONY?? (Also my favorite ship type)

WE'RE ALL MUSHROOM PEOPLE NOW AND LEVEL 5 YESSSSSSSS

[storiesundercandlelight]

Can we get a Silco x Reader where reader is sold/given/arranged marriage to Silco maybe as a way of keeping peace or something like that? Maybe from a Piltover family? I dunno but then they end up kinda falling for each other?

Totally beauty and the best vibes here xD nswf or not whatever you want to include!!

Something I Didn't Know I Needed

Ahh so excited for more Silco stuff!!!

Warnings: swearing

Also I kind of left out the main storyline/Jinx in this one!

Disbelief washed over your face when your uncle and guardian told you that you were headed to Zaun. At first you didn't understand, you couldn't understand, you stood there like an idiot staring blankly at him. That was two hours ago.

Now? Now you were stood in your rooms collection your things. You didn't even know what to take. What do you pack when you're sold off like cattle to a man like Silco? Your hands grabbed for the nearer object to you and you swung, a glass vase smashing against the far wall as you screamed out your anger.

You'd thought about running. But your uncle was no fool, guards had been posted at your door, ready for any move you tried to make.

Sitting on the edge of your bed you let your head fall into your hands, trying to take deep breaths as you collected your thoughts. You were a strong girl, you could handle Silco right? You tried to convince yourself that was the case. Your uncle had explained why this was happening but all you could hear was this ringing noise in your ears, a deafening tone that screamed at you as words silently left his mouth.

Peace....Silco....sending you will help protect us....you'll be fine....I'm sure he'll take care of you.....you're an adult now.....responsibility....

Words...

You sat up straight and sighed. Suddenly everything was numb. You couldn't think because your mind simply couldn't right now. The journey to Zaun passed by quickly, your family guards handed you over to Silco's men, your uncle hadn't even made the journey with you. Fucker. if it wasn't for one of Silco's men pushing you to keep moving you wouldn't have realised you were now stood outside what looked like a bar. You took a quick scan of the surroundings, the place was a dump. This wasn't your first time in the lanes but still compared to Piltover this place could really use a lick of paint.

The bar was full of people, drinking, singing drunkenly, two men in a far corner looked about ready to leap at each other over a table of cards. Some looked at you, others ignored you entirely. You opted for discreet clothing, leaving most of your Piltover fashion behind, you guessed you wouldn't need it here and you were right.

The men either side of you walked you to a set of stairs, a woman with a robotic arm stood watching you waiting at the bottom. "Sevika"

"What?"

"That's my name, princess" She nodded at the two men who abruptly left, leaving you with Sevika. "Follow me"

You almost argued but hell what was the point? There was no way you'd make it to the bar door before one of them caught you, you'd already counted six men stood watching the crowds in the bar. You made your way up the stairs quickly following closely behind Sevika until you were in front of the doors to Silco's office.

Sevika glanced at you quickly before knocking on the door. You heard a reply coming from the other side and then the doors opened to reveal the room behind. The light coming from a circular window at the back of the room lit up the desk straight ahead of you, Silco sat in a large chair behind it watching as you followed Sevika in, stopping before the desk.

You looked at Silco, his dark eye and scars holding your attention, you almost missed when he dismissed Sevika and she left the room, leaving you alone with Silco. He didn't move his gaze from you, after a moment you looked away eyes flicking downwards as you failed to maintain eye contact.

"I trust your journey was pleasant" His voice was calm, if he wasn't who he was you would say that it was actually a rather soothing voice. You looked back up at him but you held your tongue. Pleasant? "Hmm quiet one are you?" Silco stood up and made his way around the desk, stopping in front of you. He reached out and turned your head to face him and then looking you over.

"Pretty little thing aren't you" You frowned and yanked your head away from his hands, taking a step back away from him. "No need to be like that, you're going to be here a very long time, you might as well get used to that fact"

"Get used to being a prisoner? I don't know how I'll contain my excitement"

"So she does speak" Silco turned away from you and made his way over to the couch at the side of the room. Sitting down he reached out to a box of cigars, lighting one up before leaning back against the couch, arms spread out across the back. "You know why you're here I assume, or I suppose you likely don't care about the reason and more about the fact that you're here at all"

"You read that off my forehead?

"Sarcasm will get you no where with me" He took a long drag of his cigar, blowing out the smoke and keeping his eyes locked with yours. You realised after a moment that not many people likely meet his gaze, continuing to do so gave you a little satisfaction. You wouldn't look away so easily this time. "Come here"

Silco patted the space on the couch beside him. You didn't move.

"You will also learn quickly that I do not ask twice" The change in his features made you move, his eyes flashed a dangerous gaze at you that had you remembering who you were with. You sat down leaving as big of a gap between you as the couch would allow, which wasn't much. He leant forward, reaching for a carafe of what you assumed was whiskey, pouring some into two glasses and handing you one, you accepted eagerly, taking a large sip and relishing the burn in your throat as it went down. Silco watched you as he leant back again, this time turned slightly more to your side of the couch.

You took a moment to look around, you notice an unlit fireplace on the other side of the office, papers scattered on the desk, what looked like dried blood that had been missed on one corner of the carpet, and then back over to Silco who was still watching you.

You chewed at your lip, unsure of what to do now, you took another drink.

"Follow me" You felt yourself jump a little at Silco's sudden movement and the sound of his voice, he was already at the door waiting for you by the time you stood up to follow him out into the bar landing. The noise was almost instant when you walked out. You could see over the banister that the crown downstairs were more drunk than when you'd first arrived.

"You wont have to worry about them" Silco said standing behind you.

"You mean I can't go down there"

"You can go wherever you like" Your eyes widened a little. "Given Sevika is with you" You turned to look at him and he moved down the hall. You followed behind until you reached another closed door.

Behind was a darker room that Silco's office, the room was similar in style, a little worn like the rest of the place but the bed in the middle of the room looked comfy at least. Dark sheets covered a modest sized bed, there was drawers and a wardrobed against one wall, a door leading to a bathroom you assumed on the other side. Your two small bags had been left at the end of the bed.

"You didn't bring much with you" Silco said as he moved into the room.

"I didn't think I'd need to" Your voice was quiet as your eyes caught what was sitting on the side table by the bed. A cigar box. Realisation suddenly dawned on you and your eyes snapped to Silco. "This is your room" He looked at you a moment, almost as if he was confused by your confusion.

"Hm. Your uncle must not be one for talking if you're surprised by that" Your mind was racing, trying to think back to what your uncle had said to you, cursing yourself for not listening. "You will be staying in here, I wouldn't worry too much...I'm hardly ever in here" You had a very distinct feeling that Silco's hardly in here and yours were very different. You assumed you would see him once in a blue moon and here you were sharing his room.

"No"

"No?"

"No.." You started moving backward, towards the door but Silco was faster, he slammed the door closed and you felt your back hit the hard wood.

"You are mine now do you understand? You will stay in here and you will behave or your stay here will be far more unpleasant" He was so close now you could feel his breath as he spoke, the smell of whiskey and tobacco filled your senses and for a second you couldn't bring yourself to breath let alone move. But eventually you nodded your head slightly. Enough for him to accept your obedience and move away from you. "Your people always treat me like a monster. There is a monster in all of us. You simply have to chose whether or not to see it"

He moved aside and let you move away from the door before reaching for the handle. "You make yourself at home little one, this will be the only one you know from now on"

[ikeromantic]

Eeeeeeek! I just saw your latest follower event! Hehehehe ☺️☺️♥️♥️🤩🤩 Massive congratulations dear! I swear ive requested in every event 🤣🤣🤩♥️

Lolol so i am here once more to humbly request more of the man i love♥️♥️♥️🤩🤩😳😳

Could i pretty please with syrup ontop request Ikevamp Theo!

With

Space,

Hawthorn tree - protection and defense

Annnnnnd Calliope - muse of ecstatic harmony, poetry, and eloquence

Hehehe thanks so much dear♥️🌻🌻🌻😳 as always dm me if i accidentally missed a step!😳 sending all the sparkles! And once again! Massive congratulations ♥️♥️

You do! And that makes me smile ^_^ Theo is always a fun one to write. It also give me an excuse to look up Dutch curse words xD So let's see . . . approx. 570 words on the themes of Space, Hawthorn - protection, and Calliope - eloquence!

Theo watched the crowd with a certain wary anticipation. There were more people here than the cabaret could comfortably hold. All the tables were moved out and the floor was packed with people standing shoulder to shoulder. Quite a few were drunk and rowdy, trying to push for space. Impatient. 

“There aren’t many women here,” his girl said nervously, going on tiptoe to speak close to his ear. 

“Right. It’s mostly men and whor - ah, working ladies.” He tightened his grip on her waist. “Don’t worry about it. You’re with me, Hondje.”

She grinned up at him, some of the tension easing. “That’s right. I am.” Her chin rested on his arm. “Thank you for bringing me here. I really wanted to see an opera.”

“Opera-comique,” he pinched her bottom lightly. “It’s not Iolanta.”

“I don’t even know what that is,” she giggled.

A drunk lurched past their nearest neighbor, stumbling into her as she laughed. Theo tried to turn her so he took the brunt of the impact, but there wasn’t space to do it.

“Watch where you’re going,” the man spat, glaring down at her, then realizing this was a woman, he leered. 

Theo pulled her closer. “I think you need to move on, monsieur. Quickly.”

The drunk ignored him. “I could forgive you for a kiss.” His eyes drifted from her face to her bare shoulders and down the fitted gown she wore, tracing the shape of her under the fabric.

“I -”

“Franse slag! One more word and you’ll regret it.” Theo grabbed the man’s collar, his words a low rumble in his chest.

“What’d ya call me? I’m not scared of you.” The drunk drew back a fist. He was a big man with hard calloused hands, and in a fair fight, he might be able to take someone like Theo. But it was never a fair fight with a vampire. 

With a huff of annoyance, the girl pushed Theo and the drunk apart. “Are you both serious right now? If you start fighting, this place will turn into a riot.”

Theo shrugged. “I’m not letting this mierenneuker touch you. Or think about touching you.” Anger colored his cheeks and lit his eyes.

“I dunno what that means, but you won’t be able to say it when I pound yer face.”

Theo caught his fist and began to squeeze.

“Wait! Wait! Please, guys! Stop it!” Her protest did not have any impact. The men glared at each other. She put her hands on her hips. “Theo, if you don’t let him go, I’m leaving by myself right now. And . . . drunk guy! You’ll never get laid if you talk to women like that. Especially not ones that clearly have a boyfriend. So go home, get sober, and learn some manners!”

Her outburst attracted the attention of the people around them and several cheered. The ‘working girls’ clapped. 

After a tense moment, the men let go of each other. The drunk grumbled an apology and slunk away. 

Theo took her hand. “Didn’t know you had such a persuasive bark, Hondje.”

“Pffft. You could learn some manners too, you know. Still calling me a puppy. Lovers usually get nice nick-”

He silenced her with a kiss, lifting her off her feet. This brought more whoops and cheers. He didn’t set her down until she was breathless and glassy eyed. “That’s better,” he smirked. “Now stop yapping. The show is about to start.”