#katie lore

[orchideous-nox]

CON FUCKING O'NEILL SHARED MY IZZY HANDS EDIT ON HIS INSTAGRAM STORY AHHHHHHH

[myfairkatiecat]

Yes, your childhood lore

Why hello mysterious anon. What an interesting question to ask.

Let’s play five truths and a lie, shall we?

:)

[the-hawkeyes]

for the canon casters: what does casting magic feel like to your wol? how does being "out of mana" feel?

for the physical fighters: how does it feel when they do those impossible moves? the twirls, the jumps? do they supplement with aether? dynamis? is it purely physical or is something else involved?

what would your wol be if they weren't the wol? what would they do as a job or career? would they be happier?

for Katie! (idk if shes a melee or caster or both so i sent both)

Oh gosh this is quite the question to answer, but its perfect because I've been trying to think about her fighting style for a bit (both for the WoL part and also if she was in a fighting game).

Katie is both. She's a rushdown sort of fighter. She wants to get right into your face, mix you up, and make you feel powerless. It took.....probably until Stormblood to really get her fighting style down. She uses magic to be both offensive and defensive (but like, 80-20 respectively. Yeah she has a DP lmao [Dragon Punch, an invincible special move that is powerful when it hits but it super hurts when it misses and you get punished for it]).

Casting feels secondhand to her now. It's as simple and easy as breathing, as thinking, as moving an arm without thinking. It simply....happens. There's a sensation there, sure, but she always struggles to explain it properly. She thinks it, she does it, she feels it. Hear, Feel, Think.

For being out of mana, she feels empty. It's an uncomfortable feeling, like someone took a spoon into her and scooped out all of her insides. Hollow. Her personality changes during this state too. She's still in full control of her faculties and mind, but there's very little emotion behind her voice. She doesn't particularly like this feeling, so she tends to avoid it whenever possible.

For doing the actual, physical fighting? It's a thrill. With Fray and Ravana packed within her, its exhilarating. It relates up to the part where she does magic. When she fights its mostly all her doing it, having trained her body to do these things. Naturally she augments her fighting with aether, and now is working on incorporating Akasa (dynamis, i like Akasa so much better) into what she can do more willingly.

She feels free, thrilled, unhinged when she's physically fighting. She tends to get more focused than she should, Ravana's influence ever present even though the primal is no longer wanting to take over her body like he was trying to do at the start.

As for if she wasn't the WoL? She'd be a carpenter. A woodworker. Less making pieces of art to display in homes but making the homes, making the displays. It's something she's always done and continues to do as the WoL. She has her own workshop now, sometimes taking commission work, but mostly doing it because she loves it and she can!

[katie-is-tired-yay]

okay story time

when I was a kid, we had a black cat called Daisy. Daisy died when she was less than a year old, due to complications when she was neutered. Last week, I bought a set of earrings, black cats with flowers. I didn’t even realise it until today but those flowers are daisies.

That cat was only in my life for such a short time, but she left such a mark on me. And now, every now and again, I can put those on and carry a reminder of her with me.

[orchideous-nox]

yesterday my manager was like "Katie's creative, do you have any ideas for making Halloween decorations for the office?", like I don't think any creativity skills I have will be useful in this scenario unless you get really cool with a lot of things real quick

the president of the company i work for asked me today if my “creative writing hobby” (i have no idea how he knows i write) would be helpful at work…

[paprikaries]

"L'enfer" _ og Vaggie tribute Fanart: Vaggie/Vagatha/Hazbin Hotel (spindlehorse studio/Vivziepop/Amazon) So, as far as I understood watching some old Vivziepop drawings, apparently she originally was a demon, not an angel, and she went to hell because she committed suic1de (which was considered a sin few years ago in catholicism) hanging herself to escape the bullying or something like that. It was very dark, but I think it would have been a good way to criticize the sorting of souls between heaven and hell, to talk about how sometimes victims were sent to hell, not just executioners. What do you think?

[voidedjuice]

Doodling my own girls again to regenerate my energy

Reintroducing this duo of misfortunate ladies, Ethel the dangerous things researcher and Katie the worrier

[tophatwearingidiot]

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I REALLY LIKED YESTERDAYS EP HEHEHE

I love the Karen lore drop, they better continue this or I'm rioting

This took me longer than it should have grr </3 /silly

Background and Karen separated versions down below :3

[Only Karen]

[Only background]

Very proud of this one tbh hehe :3

[tiodolma]

Series 4 Merlin and Morgana on a short skit for CBBC!!!

Morgana steals a kid's belongings into Camelot Castle, then Merlin returns them!

skit starts at 0:45. It's so cute!

also.

it implies merlin & morgana shenanigans while they chase each other around camelot castle in their free time lol

[letterlifter]

hi mr mailman! i know you arent a part of the writing team, but is there any specific reason why pacesetter and firestarter ended up paired together? you've mentioned both of them having musical/metal inspo, was that part of it? or was it more of just throwing darts at a board? love your work!! <3

thank you!

this is just my personal/non-official/non-lore perspective on it, but I see a lot of character relationships in media that have some obvious shared theme, like fire and water, which is cool… But Pacesetter and Firestarter, despite being seemingly unrelated at a glance, actually have subtler things in common (shared music taste being among them… PS probably enjoys hearing about drama from FS too). their personalities complement each other well despite the visual differences. firestarter needs the confidence; pacesetter needs the appreciation, validation, and probably many other things… maybe he could learn some patience too…

as for the real-world reason why they're in a relationship… well… my memory is bad, but IIRC, it came up a year or two ago... I believe the idea for their relationship existed before either character had a tie to music, back when they just had personalities and designs (which are essentially the same as they are now), so in that way, the initial idea was very personality based

of course the previous paragraphs relate to it, but let’s say this– they told me personally that they wanted to be together

[orchideous-nox]

On my birthday this year, I sat in the food court at the zoo and explained Rosekiller to my mum and because it was my birthday she did not cut me off. I rambled about the pronunciation of "Rosier" and how Karkaroff says it different to Crouch Sr, how Barty took polyjuice potion to turn into the man who killed the love of his life, how Evan left Moody with a lasting reminder of their duel and Barty locked him away in a trunk for months. I told her about Evan's obsessions with teeth and bones and dissecting animals, and how Barty is unhinged but will help Evan with his science experiments to make him happy.

It was perfect.

[myfairkatiecat]

how long have you been in fandom/writing fandom things? (not just kotlc, fandom in general)

I made my first ao3 account in 2020 during my Star Wars phase, ended up deleting it, and made a new one in 2021, still during Star Wars

However, the very first fandom I ever wrote for was Keeper of the Lost Cities. Right after Nightfall came out, I wrote a version of what I thought could happen in Flashback. I was eleven and the fic included Amy turning out to be an elf and Linh training her in hydrokinesis. Sophie and Fitz also got together forever, and Biana and Keefe started dating. As you can tell, I have changed A LOT since I was eleven!! :D

So yeah 2017 was my first ever fandom fjc ever, and my earliest fanfictions were for KOTLC! I wrote a few for the wiki at some point too (I genuinely don’t remember how that worked) and had quite a few things posted on Wattpad. I didn’t write a ton of kotlc fanfiction after 2019, until this year, when I decided to come to tumblr and interact with my favorite fandom of all time, and naturally all the fanfic ideas came rushing back.

Thanks for the ask!!

[humanintownau]

☆Human in Town!☆

Welcome to the blog! This is all the information you need about this blog! (Updates will be notified!)

Last updated: 11/21

My main blog: bbqgrape

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What is this blog about?

By the title, this blog is about my new BATiM AU "Human in town!"

Now, about the environment:

• This story takes place in Toon Town, or as most refer to it "Toonsie town". A small fact, toons can immediately tell what type of personality a toon has just by which name they use for the town.

• Toon Town is the equivalent of New York, which was infested with all sorts of different toons, considering it was a big town. The smaller towns are Inkfell (Full of mafiosos with ink businesses), Hale Halos (Populated by mostly angels, I'll get into it on why later on).

• As by the first cover I did for the AU, this au takes place in 1961.

• Toon Town and other towns or living areas are separate from the human world. Each toon has the ability to leave the human world, but none can leave the toon world. This is important.

The characters:

I removed the refs for each of the characters' scars, because Tumblr only lets 10 per post 😔

• Daniel Darling:

(Couldn't fit each personality trait, so everything is a bit specific sorry `^u^)

Oooh boy, Daaaaniel, I have a lot to say about him...

And you probably already guessed, Daniel is a human in disguise. Well, he's technically a toon now, but with all the differences he has compared to toons, he might get his own category soon.

Daniel was a victim of "Angel farming" (will get into that later), and was a subject to torture and experimenting. And with no choice, he had to use one in a lifetime chance to escape. And that cost, well...a lot. First off, he's homeless, hungry, and even craving those peas he was force-fed back in the facility.

As I mentioned before, he was a victim of "Angel farming". This is an old project that has been active since the 1930's. This project is about turning humans into toons, more preferably angels, or any feathery toon. They are used for their wings (or halo). After those parts are removed, they make them regrow back by ink. This is a cycle that brings a lot of money to not only criminals, but also studios. Yes, studios. Money is money.

"Toon farming" is more popular, due to having less resources to make and sell them. (One of the reasons barely any toons are in the Human world).

Next on the list is...

• Benedetto 'Bendy' Stein

For now, I'll keep this short, since I don't want to spoil much. And I'll have elaborate on why Bendy's personality traits are too short (Yeah, it's because Bendy's gotta be the center of attention).

Soo... Let's start off straight and clear, Bendy's a mafia boss. And a good one at that, despite being kind of a dumbass. However, he's kept quite a reputation for the past few years, especially in 1959 (I ain't telling you why 🤫🧏).

His partners in crime are Boris (his best friend, and also a part of the mafia), Samuel 'Sammy' Lawrence (One of his soldiers), The Butcher gang (which joined Bendy's gang as an agreement), Katie, and Daniel.

And for his personality, well...

He's... confident to say the least, it's what scares the rivals, and other things... 😨

Anyway, he's, despite his attitude or "occupation", he's quite loving and caring to the people he loves or cares about. One of his redeeming qualities. And if we compare him to the other mafiosos, he'd be a saint. But it doesn't mean he doesn't get his hands dirty when he needs to.

• Boris Stein

Another mafia boss to the list (Benedetto and Boris run the same one. They were forced to share /j)

Okay, Boris seems like a prick on the outside, but is quite caring and soft to the people he thinks deserves it (except Katie, they don't get along well...). His tough exterior and physique helps him in fights, and also to intimidate rivals.

Benedetto's short temper and anger problems always have to be relieved, and Boris is there to do it as the calm older brother.

• Samuel 'Sammy' Lawrence

Oh this grumpy old man...

Anyways... Sammy's a human as well. And has been here FAAAR longer than Daniel is. He died in 1935, when he was 26 years old, and is now pushing his retirement age. He hides his true age so Benedetto wouldn't place him in the retirement home. He's still 54, but his "body" and mind is one of a 30+ year old. He isn't that wise to be a grandpa, but isn't ignorant enough to be your typical older brother.

He's a trustworthy man for Benedetto, with his intelligence surrounding ambushing, and unlocking different closed off places, rooms, vaults, etc.

• Cinnamon --------

Toon Town's biggest sunshine. She's basically the kindest person you could ever talk to. She's amazing at advice and enjoys spending time with her friends and -----.

She, despite her sweet and optimistic personality, is quite reserved, afraid of saying too much. She always tries to display herself the best way possible. She's afraid to show her true self.

• Katie M'lady

Born to be a tiger, forced to be a lap cat.../j

Katie is a fierce soldier who will always protect her fellow comrades. If you're being jumped, she'll probably help you (unless if you stole her favourite booze from the bar cabinet). Benedetto always takes her everywhere during chaotic missions, because of her experience with fighting, and also her capability of working under pressure. She's quite reserved, so no one knows much of her. Only that she'll beat your ass if you look at her the wrong way.

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Wait, who was she supposed to be again?

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Differences between humanoid toons (Non-native toons) and real (native) toons:

Let's take Daniel for example...

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Tags:

#BBQGrape's art: all my art is in this tag, including my main blog.

#Human in Town au lore / or just lore: lore about the au, environment, characters, backstories and so on

#Human in Town au: Anything related to the au / blog

#Daniel Darling: Mentions or drawings of Daniel (my oc)!

#Oc:Daniel Darling: Same as the previous one

#Benedetto Bendy Stein: for that cheeky bastard Bendy

#Boris Stein: for the big ol' woof

#Katie M'lady: ladies first.

#Cinnamon --- the ferret: Mmm, Cinnamon buns...

#Samuel Sammy Lawrence the old bastard: the old bastard.

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Qna:

• Is it okay for my ocs to interact with the characters?

A: of course! I am more than happy to answer them! ^^

• Can I make ocs for this au?

A: Of course! Feel free to draw them and most importantly, tag me; I'd love to see them!!!

• What kind of asks will you ignore?

A: I won't ignore any, except for ones that are basically not related to the blog in any way.

Or being inappropriate. That's an option too.

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Thank you for reading!

[wallbeatjournal]

can i tell you all about my conspiracy theory that roberto chose to do heathers as the season 3 riverdale musical specifically to SEO-bomb and suppress out of google-documented existence that horrible right-wing heathers 2018 miniseries that was developed as probably the most blatantly contemptuous cash-grab riverdale rip-off of all time so far

heathers the edgy tv reboot was essentially the evil (straight, boomer-oriented) version of riverdale that tvland funded. it came out in 2018, was hated by everyone and undoubtedly flooded the riverdale media team's google alerts during its whole short and notorious run

and nowdays. well. guess how many qualifiers you have to add to your google search to find reviews of that horrible 2018 heathers reboot where all the minorities were the real bullies because they could cancel people. it's a lot of qualifiers if you don't want to just see chapter fifty-one: big fun

[fraudulent-cheese]

You know what? Here are some Katie and Sadie headcanons!

they've made a ton of kandi for eachother and in general (you can recongnise Sadie's ones thanks to their heavy use of blacks and whites, Katie's use yellows and a bunch of different shades of pink)

they're ravers in their free time (Henke Penke was right)

Sadie is good at DJ'ing and has made a couple songs in her free time, Katie's a great dancer (especially in breakdance) and is a great singer

Katie's great at decorating parties

Sadie's great at spotting the kind of people who will be trouble at parties and Katie's great at helping the kind of people that dragged themselves at a party/are getting overwhelmed at one

Katie's slightly better than Sadie at mario kart, which is balanced out by Sadie being a little luckier than her

They usually wear matching outfits but in working on being less codependant have also started wearing different clothing. They're still wearing the same color palettes with some exceptions.

They're in a QPR :p

They absolutely have a similar type in girls. While Sadie had some male celebrity crushes Katie felt she had to share while they were growing up, their crushes on female celebrities are actually shared.

Katie figured out she was a girl very early thanks to Sadie. Her parents also told her about her being intersex around that time.

They looooove romcoms. Love watching them, talking about them, their tropes, ect... Sadie generally has higher standards regarding the writing but Katie has a soft spot for the more melodramatic ones. To a degree.

They watched one in theaters once together and they thought it was so awful they spent the next hour afterwards at a cafe fucking TRASHING it.

I insist on them basically being the reference point for romcom movies. If Harold or Cody has a shitty youtube channel reviewing movies and they talk about a romcom, they'll get Katie and/or Sadie in it and the videos with them in it get 50k more views.

Katie's youtube channel is mostly Kandi tutorials and dance choreography stuff, Sadie's youtube channel is movie discussion and occasionally her songs. She posts about her music way more on her tumblr blog.

[aerodaltonimperial]

(this was not what i was supposed to be writing but WHEN HAS THAT EVER STOPPED ME. awhile ago i wrote an installment in @trappednightingale's strickpage bite 'verse, and apparently i wanted to write a little follow-up. this is not 'verse canon, haha, it's just me dabbling again because i had such a fun time with the strickpage and junglecorpse dynamics! 💚)

Backstage, activity is everywhere. The din is the sort of thing that, when he focuses too hard, ends up incredibly overwhelming, but when Adam sinks down into the bond, things settle; his heart slows, matching up between their ribs. He’s got the echo of Swerve’s blood pumping in his ears, and the rhythm offers some peace in the commotion. Either Swerve wants the same bit of stability or he’s picked up on how Adam’s reacting, because he ends up hovering nearby for a while—not necessarily long enough to spark any suspicion, but there. He crosses his arms over his chest and waits, a few feet away, watching the monitor with Adam.

“They can’t do anything to you,” Swerve murmurs; he’s gotten his finger on the pulse, the apex where all the apprehension is rippling from. Adam’s been avoiding the Bucks for two glaring reasons now, and the longer he stretches the rift between them, the worse it’ll eventually be. They already know too much. He’s already given them too much.

“They can try,” Adam replies in kind, without taking his gaze off the monitor. The next match is starting. It’s off-putting to watch Jack on there now, given… well, everything. It’s the first time Adam’s had to watch the guy between the ropes since all that went down, and he’s jumped before he even reaches the apron, which isn’t great, but also seems pretty standard at this point.

Adam doesn’t actually think anything of it until the heart beat in his ears jumps, quick and erratic. “Shit,” Swerve hisses. “Shit. Where’s Darby?”

“How would I know where—” Ow. Adam winces when Jack takes a lariat that knocks him straight onto the floor, ass over elbows. That one had to hurt. And Swerve doesn’t even bother answering, just takes off. Adam’s not seen him move that fast since they were at each other’s throats, so it has to be bad.

He’s a few steps behind, stumbling through the backstage to the other side, the other set of monitors, and it’s a good thing that Swerve seemed to know where to go. As Adam’s heels skid on the cement, he catches sight of a blur of shadow that Swerve throws himself in front of. For anyone else, it would probably be dangerous, but if Swerve hadn’t slid in there, Darby would have made it straight outta the tunnels and into the cameras.

He’s snarling, a mass of flailing limbs as he smacks at Swerve’s arms, torso, back—anything he can reach as Swerve hauls him backwards between a few of the dark curtains set up to keep the staff out of sight. And Adam’s sort of just watching, uselessly, before Swerve snaps, “Adam!”

Right. Adam gets in, grabs for one of Darby’s wildly clawed hands, and heaves him back with all the strength he’s got. For a small guy, Darby’s got way more muscle than he should, although it’s probably all supernatural; he’s fucking steaming, wisps of shadows coiling off of his skin as he blinks in and out of existence. His eyes are black, mouth pulled tight and wide in fury.

“What the hell?” Adam asks, but he’s pretty sure he understands. He glances back at the monitor while trying to shove his shoulder into Darby’s waving arms and catches one of the guy’s knees in his gut for his trouble. Jack’s getting the ever-loving shit beat out of him on the screen.

“Let me go,” Darby growls, and it’s so low. It’s so fucking low, thrumming with a hundred things that ought to set Adam’s nerves alight. Darby is dangerous right now. Swerve flails around to get his hand on Darby’s face, probably to keep him quiet, and Darby’s teeth come down hard on the webbing between Swerve’s index finger and thumb. “Let me go!”

“Fuck off,” Swerve says, pinched. Adam can feel the blossom of pain through the bond. “You should have figured this would happen, you son of a bitch, you’ve never done this before.”

Jack takes a chop that knocks him sideways, and Darby howls. He kicks out with one leg that goes positively dark, nothing, just a cloud of smoke that could probably run right through someone not already living with one foot in the grave like they are. Or, rather, like Adam is; Swerve’s dancing over the top of the cemetery plots, untouchable.

Adam risks a glance at the monitor again. The camera is close enough to Jack’s face to catch a decent amount of his expression, and he looks surprised. He looks almost shell-shocked, and the pause allows an easy opening to be exploited. Shit, he’s gotta be feeling this on the other side, right? Darby’s a feral beast they’re trying to keep in the corner, and Jack’s getting all the twinges of that as the ribbons cord around his wrists.

“Darby!” Swerve says, with force. Darby just roars at him, snapping his teeth with enough force to take Swerve’s finger clean off.

But Adam keeps his eyes on the screen. Jack’s on the mats, about to get pinned, and something happens—he goes blurry. He goes shadow-y, the same way that Darby is as he writhes and fights their hold. It’s so quick Adam could write it off as a trick of the light or a bad connection, except that he knows better.

“He’s bleeding through,” Swerve says, correctly interpreting Adam’s line of thought. The boon ends up getting Jack up and over and quite suddenly in a position to win; he does. That snare trap is just as awful as it always was, affording him a tap out.

If Adam was hoping Darby would stop his manic attempts to slice their heads off, he was wrong. Darby pulls hard enough that Adam almost loses his grip, getting a spray of furious spittle along the back of his hand. “God, what the hell?”

“Tamp it down, you piece of shit,” Swerve hisses, and Darby just roars at him, an echo rattling through Adam’s ribs. “Do you want everyone to find—?”

“Darby!” Jack’s barreling in through the curtains to them; must’ve followed the threads connecting them straight in. His skin is slick with salt and his hair’s out, one curl stuck to the side of his neck. “What are you doing?”

Swerve lets go of Darby’s arm, so Adam does the same, and at least Darby doesn’t vault out into the ring to try and extract vengeance. He just stumbles a few feet back, a tight circle, while his hands tear at the bits of hair he’s actually got on his head. “Fuck,” he says, and it’s full of rage. His fingernails claw at his scalp. “Fuck.”

Jack looks to Swerve, incredulous. “Was he trying to—?”

“I can’t fucking help it,” Darby growls. “It’s instinct.”

“You can’t do this every damn time Jack has a match,” Swerve says, and he’s right. “What do you think you’re gonna do out there, huh? You gonna march in and—”

“I’m gonna rip his fucking head off,” Darby interrupts. His voice has gone… wrong. His whole form has gone wrong, warbling at the edges. He’s shadow where he ought to be solid, outlines wavering. He’s almost not solid at all, and the force it wells up around him like fingers sinking into the fabric of reality and twisting, and Adam knows Darby probably can’t hurt him that badly, given what Adam is, but he still takes a step backwards. Just like Darby had said: instinct.

Jack is fueled by something else, because he steps forward. He’s the one who would be flayed into tendrils the quickest, and he just reaches for Darby’s face like he’s got no fear at all. His hands curl around Darby’s head. “Darby.”

Darby stops, abruptly—mouth parted and eyes impossibly dark still when he turns his chin up. The shadows gathering around his shoulders pause.

“I’m fine,” Jack tells him. “Look at me; I’m fine.”

Darby inhales once, positively ragged, and then Jack kisses him. That’s all it takes, apparently. The atmosphere that had gone charged and sparking around them clears with a pop that sends goosebumps across Adam’s skin. And, okay, that’s nice and all, but after a few moments tick by, Adam thinks they should probably stop kissing, because they’re still backstage, and more importantly, the Bucks still don’t know about this.

They don’t. Adam can see Jack’s tongue sweep between Darby’s lips before he groans and slides his eyes up to the ceiling. “Okay, guys, stop.”

They do, but Darby’s expression when he swivels his head over is unimpressed. “What do you care, you’ve literally watched us fu—”

“Could we not broadcast this?” Adam stage-whispers. “We are backstage.”

“Get control of yourself,” Swerve warns. “I’m not plannin’ on holding you together forever, and next time? You’re on your own.”

Darby shakes his head. He hasn’t let go of Jack’s arms yet, fingers clamped around Jack’s skin. “How do you do it? God. It’s fucking overwhelming as shit. I thought I was gonna tear my own flesh off.”

“Darby, this is my job,” Jack says. “I do this. I’m gonna go fight people.”

“I wanted to slice him open like a can of fucking sardines,” Darby growls, rumbling. “I was gonna fucking kill ‘im.”

“Yeah, no killing people in the company.” Swerve sighs. “Jesus. Work this out, or be elsewhere, ‘cause this ain’t gonna end well for anyone.”

Well, it might end well for Jack, who’s sort of just beaming at Darby as though hearing that the guy wanted to violently rend his opponent limb from limb just for hurting him is maddeningly romantic, and maybe it kinda is. Adam wishes he didn’t get that. So if anyone is gonna have a good night tonight, Jack apparently is.

Which Adam also wishes he didn’t get. This is a great deal more awkward than he’d ever anticipated.

Jack presses their foreheads together, and Darby’s eyes flutter closed. “I gotta hit the shower,” Jack murmurs. “Need some energy?”

“Need you,” Darby responds in kind, hands trailing up to Jack’s shoulders.

“Okay,” Adam says, because he needs to be somewhere else now. “Just… keep it quiet, kids.”

“Sure.” Swerve scoffs. “That’ll happen.”

When Jack turns to leave, he gives Adam a knowing look. Adam shoos him away with one hand, rolling his eyes. But they do eventually leave, and Adam decides not to worry about people seeing them together at this point. He’s got bigger problems.

“Think Darby’ll be okay?” he asks, curious.

Swerve shrugs. “Maybe. He’s never had a bond before. Think it came up and clobbered him when it went all loud with pain, triggered a full instinctive response.” He swipes at his bottom lip with his thumb. “Least he knows it’ll happen now. I just hope he’s prepared next time.”

“Yeah,” Adam says, because having a feral wraith on their hands isn’t gonna do anyone any good, and he can’t think of a better way to get on Matt’s radar. “Me, too.”