#like i get it she just lost remy and she feels guilty cause of the whole magnito situation but like girl calm down and think rationally for

[cinematicbookworm]

Slight tangent that’s been stuck in my head the last couple days but when magnito come back to confront Charles in X-men 97 justifiably so fuck you charles and rouge is all like oh none of you where there on genosha in response to the team telling her to not join him in literally destroying the world like Kurt was standing right there her brother who nearly died that day was standing there and asking her not to join magneto and she just says no you weren’t there like bitch yes he was I feel like the writers weren’t really thinking things through there like he very much was there like I love ya girl but come on nightcrawler very much was there and did risk his life to save the people that where there

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 17: Shameful Company | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout

// 🎧 Mood Music: Shameful Company by Rainbow Kitten Surprise 🎧 \\

The speed at which your gaze darts from Viktor to the woman in the doorway while they talk is almost dizzying.

You notice that her face looks a little flush and she tends to fidget with her glasses when Viktor speaks or even looks at her. She did just come out from a warm-ish building, maybe the cold air is fogging up her lenses or something…

“We must’ve had the same idea.” A soft grin creeps onto his face while he looks from her up to the top of the building. His brows raise while he examines how impressive the size of the structure is. Still, he seems genuinely happy that she got there before he did, even though that probably meant he lost out on renting the space.

“I guess so…” She sounds a little guilty about beating him to the punch. Must be a good spot for the work they’re trying to do. “Although maybe we could share it?” She looks over at the man that you assumed had been showing her around.

“Can’t, we need the rest of the space for apprentices—only have enough room for one extra.” The man looks over at you, almost sizing you up and you turn your head while you try to place where you’ve seen him.

Viktor purses his lips, shaking his head before he turns back to Sky. “That’s alright, I’m happy you found a place for your work.” His smile is warm, even sweet when he meets her gaze again and you can’t help but notice her eyes darting from him, downwards, back up—that looks dizzying too. “And I’m excited to see what you present.” You can tell he actually means what he’s saying to her and doesn’t seem put out at all. You think she must be a really good friend until you notice her body language.

She’s fidgeting with her glasses again, and unable to hold eye contact with him before she’s barely able to murmur “You too.”

…ahhh hell.

She likes him too.

“You’re The Butcher’s boy aint ya?”

All of the color drained from your face when the soot-covered man spoke. You feel both Sky and Viktor’s eyes on you while you swallow and try to quickly navigate how to handle this. Anytime you heard someone refer to your father as ‘The Butcher’, it definitely wasn’t a compliment.

“Well…Remy’s now.” You finally placed where you knew him, he’s one of the blacksmiths that helped forge the weapons your father needed years ago. You haven’t seen him since you were a kid, but this wasn’t exactly the time or place you wanted this reunion to occur.

He scoffs and his shoulders tightly pull the fabric of his shirt when he crosses his arms, causing the muscles in his forearms to bulge even more. You don’t remember him being quite this behemoth, but clearly a lot has changed…except for his pleasant disposition.

“S’pose that’s true. I’ll never understand why a guy like him would risk his reputation for that son of a bitch’s kid.”

You catch a view of Viktor over the man’s shoulder and his expression is one you haven’t seen before. His eyes are piercing, practically boring a hole into the back of the man’s head. His brows are knitted tightly and you make a mental note to never get on his bad side.

While you were thankful that he clearly wasn’t happy with how this guy was talking to you, you also didn’t want to see him upset. This was nothing you hadn’t heard before, but watching Viktor witness it was something that hit you harder than you were anticipating.

You gather your composure with quick inhale and address the man. Despite his words creeping under your skin, you brush off his comment and lean into pretending to feel small—which you’re sure was his goal anyway.

“Guess he’s a sucker for a charity case.” You pause when he takes a step towards you and you force a strained smile while you hold your ground. “Lucky me.”

The blacksmith takes another step and his massive frame casts a shadow as he towers over you. He had to be twice your size...you need to play this smart—you couldn’t take him in a fight and again, this isn’t the time or the place for any of this.

You notice Viktor start to take a step as well, but you subtly flex your fingers out by your side—silently asking him to stay where he is. He glances down to your hand and pauses. While his expression looks pained, he does as you ask and doesn’t move any closer.

“Listen, you both look like smart kids.” Even though he’s facing you, you know he’s talking to Viktor and Sky. “But this one’s got rotten lineage—bad blood.” The man doesn’t even flinch while he talks about you like you’re not even there. “This isn’t the company you want to keep if you want to go anywhere.”

“I’m afraid you and I don’t share that sentiment, sir.” Viktor’s voice startles you and your eyes widen when you hear how guttural it’s become. His mild demeanor completely ransacked by a low tone with sharp edges as his accent hangs onto the ‘t’s and d’s’ in his sentence. “And I’m capable of discerning the kind of company worth keeping.”

You glance over to see that this time, it’s Viktor that doesn’t flinch.

You can’t fight the faint grin that ghosts onto the corner of your mouth, your eyes are heavy with admiration and the visible anger within him slightly subsides once you catch his eye.

The blacksmith scoffs and turns to address Viktor one more time. “You’re better off sticking with her.” He motions to Sky and your poker face that you’ve maintained while under scrutiny finally falls away when he starts to walk back towards the warehouse.

“She’s got a good head on her shoulders, but that one...” He jerks his head back to motion towards you before finishing his unsolicited advice. “That one will bring you nothing but trouble.”

You knew he was mostly talking about Viktor’s career, but it felt so much heavier than that. You also knew there was a good degree of truth to his words. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you obviously weren’t about to make his life any easier.

But all of that feels contrived when Viktor’s eyes never leave yours. He barely even acknowledges the man that passes him, sending a message that he’s done talking about this and only responds with a calm and even voice.

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Let me know if you need help moving your equipment in.” The blacksmith talks to Sky one last time before going back inside.

You didn’t hear what she said in return, your attention is completely fixed on Viktor as he starts towards you. Your shoulders feel heavy, your eyes tired. A slow inhale is all you can manage to try and recover from the entire situation. That and Viktor’s gentle expression as he watches you come down from your adrenaline high.

“I’m not one to say I told you so.” You start, a smirk forming on your face as you huff a small laugh.

“Mm…well don’t start on my behalf.” Viktor’s tone is light, even amused while he straightens his jacket. “I consider that a bullet dodged. All thanks to your…ehh,” His brows twitch teasingly while a grin spreads across his face. “…infamy.”

You notice how quickly his anger has already faded and feel your own heartrate slow again. Just standing by him settles you down, and his playful energy only takes the edge off even more.

“You’re welcome then?” You joke, but when he pauses and glances up from buttoning his coat, the sly grin he gives you sobers your expression up immediately.

“That’s more like it.”

…send help.

“I’m so sorry, Viktor I had no idea.” Sky’s voice is rushed, breathy and sounds absolutely mortified.

…not exactly what you had in mind, but that’ll do.

“He was a completely different person until he saw…” She looks over at you and then back to Viktor.

“[Y/n]. And it’s not your fault.” He looks back to you and motions to Sky. “[Y/n], this is Sky. A…ah, colleague of mine.”

You hold your hand out for her to shake. “Nice to meet you, Sky.”

She smiles weakly, seemingly still shook up about what just happened before responding with “Nice to meet you too. I still can’t believe that just happened.”

Your nose crinkles while you shrug. “Sylas is honestly great; he trains some of the best blacksmiths in the undercity. You’ll have a good set up here.”

Viktor cocks a brow after you say the man’s name. He parts his mouth like he’s about to speak to you, but Sky responds first.

“You…know him?”

“Knew. But he shouldn’t give you any trouble. He’s harmless unless you’re…uh…me.” You give a crooked grin to lighten the mood but Viktor quips back dryly.

“Your definition of great is concerning.”

“Given the past 24 hours, that’s what you’ve found concerning?”

Viktor’s lighthearted chuckle is contagious and you can’t help but laugh as well while he tries to say “Fair point.”

You almost get wrapped up in the sound of his laugh, but manage to catch Sky’s expression shift.

“Sorry, just been a wild day already.”

“Same here. Have you two eaten? Maybe we can grab some lunch?”

You didn’t want to break the news that you both had a late breakfast and decide to leave that to Viktor.

Instead, you check your pocket watch and bite your cheek when you see how late it’s already gotten. “I’d love to, but I actually have a few things I need to go take care of. Thank you for the invite though.”

Sky nods at you before looking at Viktor. You catch her biting her lower lip while she waits for his answer and you tighten a strap on your bag so you can move better on the rooftops. Watching her crush on him doesn’t exactly bother you, but after recent events you don’t think your self-esteem can take another hit right now.

“You two have fun. Good luck hunting today, Viktor.” You tighten the last shoulder strap and exchange a grin with him before you start looking for an alley with a fire escape that you can reach.

You only take a few steps before he has you grinning ear-to-ear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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A/N: Peep that pinned post for more chapters and good times <3

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Fifty Eight

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

November 8th, 1998

“Emile, I told you you’d worry yourself sick if you didn’t take a break,” his mother sighed as she tried to force Emile back into bed. “You need to rest.”

“I need to make sure Faith is okay!” he protested. “Resting can wait!”

“Emile, you’re running a medium-grade fever and you’re shaking like you’re going to pass out at any moment,” his mother said, gently pushing Emile back onto the bed. “You need to rest if you have any hope of continuing to help your friends later.”

Emile pouted. “As soon as you let me leave the house again I’ll be checking up on her.”

“Then you’re not leaving the house until you’re better,” his mother said simply. “Rest up, honey, please. You’ll feel so much better if you do.”

  March 16th, 2002

“Remy, this is really unnecessary—”

“—No, Emile, I’m not arguing with you on this,” Remy insisted, leveling Emile with a glare as he pulled the blankets over Emile’s shivering form. “You worked all of last weekend helping friends with mental health issues, and then you take five shifts at Target all because one of your coworkers gave you those puppy dog eyes, and you still did all your school work on top of that, and now you’re exhausted and running a fever. You are staying in bed and you will not be pushing yourself that hard ever. Again. Or else you will be getting an earful from me. Understood?”

Emile coughed and tried to glare right back at Remy, but the effect was dampened by the sheer amount of shaking Emile was doing. When Remy arched an eyebrow, Emile sighed. “Fine,” he groaned. “I won’t push myself that far. I’ll take a day’s break next time.”

“No, there is no ‘next time,’ Emile!” Remy exclaimed. He started pacing the length of the bedroom and all Emile could do was watch. “You always do this! You’re always pushing yourself to be faster, or smarter, or stronger, so that you can do more work, help more people, do whatever needs to be done. And inevitably you almost pass out, or you actually do pass out, or you injure yourself, or you literally work yourself sick. You are staying in bed, and there will not be a ‘next time.’”

Emile sighed. He appreciated that Remy cared. Really, he did. But he couldn’t just stop. “Rem, my friends need me, and we need the extra money from Target, and my classes have to be passed if I want to keep my financial aid. I have to keep up with all of those things.”

“We don’t need the extra money so bad that you work yourself sick,” Remy insisted. “Now we’re just gonna be spending the extra cash on cold medicine, or antibiotics from the doctor’s if you keep this up. And just because none of your friends were suicidal doesn’t mean they weren’t hurting you with those problems. No one has to be my level of extreme before they start causing damage. And a B is a passing grade, Emile. You don’t need a four-point-oh GPA in order to go to grad school to become a therapist.”

Emile leaned into the pillows and groaned. “You don’t understand, Rem. They need me.”

“And they need other people, too. You can’t just have one person as your entire support system. That’s not healthy. I should know. I put that burden on Toby and later on you. And it didn’t end well for anyone involved,” Remy said, crossing his arms and glaring at Emile. “Take a break.”

Emile searched Remy’s face, looking for any crack in his resolve to exploit. Normally he wouldn’t, but these were not normal circumstances. When he found none, he sighed. “You don’t want me to do this again, but...I have to, Rem. I have to make sure they’re okay.”

Remy shook his head. “No, Emile. I’m not arguing with you on this. You’re not going to push yourself past your limits again.”

Emile made a disgruntled noise. “Remy—”

“—No.”

“But Rem—”

“—I said. No.” When Emile opened his mouth to speak again, Remy beat him to the punch. “Every time you push yourself past your limits, I get scared. I’m legitimately terrified that whatever pushed you past those limits is going to wind up hurting or killing you. Ever since I found out you were pushing past your limits to try and help me before you found me a therapist, I’ve wanted to make sure that you don’t get hurt. But you make that a near-impossible job, Emile. For all your talk about not endangering your health, you certainly do it often.

“You pushed past your limits for way longer than you should have before you directed me to a therapist. You go out of your way to help your friends, even if you feel dead on your feet. When you took your friend to the local audition and wound up having a part to play yourself? You nearly passed out—more than once, might I add—after the show was over. Even with your grandfather. If I hadn’t stepped in, you would have taken every last hit your grandfather dished out. Silently. Not showing any hurt, to anyone, but especially not to me, because you wouldn’t want me to feel guilty over you taking that hit for me. In your desire to protect your friends, you’re left damaging yourself, don’t you see that?!”

Emile turned red. Since when could Remy read him so easily? “Okay, okay. You’ve proved your point that this hurts me,” Emile sighed. “But...how do I just...stop? I can’t just cut them off or ignore them when they’re struggling and I have the capacity to help.”

“You wouldn’t be doing either of those things. If someone calls you, or texts you, asking if you can help, all you say is, ‘I’m not in a position where I can help you right now. Can we talk later?’ It’s that easy.” Remy shrugged. “Look, they’re my friends too, Emile. I care about them, however reluctant I may have been to accept that fact at first. But I can’t help them twenty-four-seven, and neither can you. The only difference is that I stop when I know I’ve pushed myself too far. You realize that you’re approaching your limit, or that you’ve passed your limit, and you keep going, because people still need your help, in your mind.”

“They do need my help—”

“—They need help, period. Not your help specifically. Isn’t that why you took me to a therapist? You couldn’t do it on your own and you knew that if I kept pushing you it would end ugly for both of us. You could refer them to a therapist or a psych if it gets bad enough, or just say that you need to focus on yourself for a bit. That’s not bad, it’s not selfish. It’s self-preservation. And frankly, honey, you need a hell of a lot more of that than you already have.”

Emile pulled a face. He knew Remy had a point, but he didn’t want to admit that fact. “What if they get hurt because I didn’t help them?” he asked. “What if they hurt themselves because I didn’t help them?”

“That’s not on you, honey,” Remy said, sitting down on the side of the bed and putting his hand on Emile’s shoulder. “Taking care of yourself and your own needs every once in a while is more than healthy, it’s necessary.”

Emile groaned. “I just...I worry. I can’t help it. I worry about them.”

“I know you do,” Remy said. “So do they. Everyone you’re friends with knows you care about them. Which is why they won’t be concerned you’re blowing them off if you say you need some time to yourself.”

“Remy...” Emile could feel his frustration building. Remy had a point, but couldn’t he see that this mattered to Emile? That he was willing to make the sacrifices necessary to keep his friends safe? “You don’t understand.”

Remy crossed his arms and huffed. “I understand that you’re concerned about your friends. I understand that you’ve lost more of them than you’d care to count. I understand that you’re scared of losing more. I understand your reluctance to take time for yourself when you perceive that you’re needed elsewhere. I understand that when you feel backed up against a wall with all your responsibilities looming overhead, you're more likely to disregard your safety in favor of getting rid of some of those problems. Because you don’t want to worry. But don’t you understand? I worry about you when you push yourself too far. Theo called earlier asking if you were okay because you looked feverish when you talked yesterday. Everyone worries about you when you push yourself too far.”

“But—”

“—Honey, everyone will be relieved if you say you’re taking time to focus on yourself. Trust me. No one will be mad, no one will do anything hasty just because you say you need rest.” Remy shook his head. “You need to stop pushing yourself so much.”

Emile sighed. Remy had all the logical points on his side, and Emile had none. Didn’t mean that he was going to be happy about it, though. “Fine,” he grumbled. “I’ll rest a little more often.”

“All I ask is that you rest when you’re pushing your limits,” Remy said. “The rest of the time, you can worry yourself sick over your friends.”

“I’m already sick,” Emile said weakly.

“Yeah, I know, and I was genuinely worried about this continuing for a hot minute,” Remy said.

Emile sighed. “You know...this is completely off topic, but I think we should upgrade to a Queen. Or a King.”

“As in...” Remy paused. Stood. “As in with beds?”

“Yeah,” Emile said, looking up at Remy. “We cuddle in each others’ beds so much, and we’ve shared tiny beds together before. Upgrading to a Queen would mean we both have space and we don’t have to worry about someone falling off the bed when cuddling. Do you think it’s too soon?”

“Not particularly,” Remy said. “You just...took me off guard, is all.”

“The other good thing about that is that you could force me to relax by cuddling me aggressively in bed until I do what you say,” Emile joked.

Remy actually perked up at that and Emile regretted giving Remy ideas like this from his jokes. He never learned, even though he should have come to expect this sort of thing from Remy. Taking jokes seriously and actually using them as if they were a viable option. “That’s a good idea.”

“That was a joke, Rem.”

“A joke that I will turn into reality,” Remy said definitively. “We’re getting a Queen. Slightly cheaper than a King, and both of us can still fit comfortably, and I can cuddle you until the sun goes away.”

Emile groaned. “Remy, I’m sick, go easy on me, please.”

“All right, all right, I won’t give away all my evil plans to get yourself to give you a break. Besides, it might help to keep a thing or two up my sleeve, anyway,” Remy said.

Emile patted the bed. “You afraid of germs? Or are you willing to cuddle?”

“We live in the same apartment, mio amore. Something tells me that if I’m going to get sick it’s not going to matter whether I cuddle you or not,” Remy said. He took off his socks and lifted up the covers, saying, “Scoot over.”

Emile rolled his eyes but complied and he and Remy just snuggled for a while. He sighed. “What are we gonna do about whichever room is no longer one of ours?” Emile mumbled.

“I dunno,” Remy admitted. “Some point or another it might become an office, when you’re a therapist and you need somewhere to work at home. Until then...uh...guest room?”

“I guess,” Emile said. The gears were whirring in his head, and it might have just been because he was sick, but he was thinking about an office that both of them might use. “What if you started your own shop?”

Remy laughed. “That old pipe dream? I’ve given up hope on getting the money for a property, Emile. I can buy the food, the advertising, hire people, and all that, if I save my money properly. But I can’t afford to rent, let alone buy, a property where I could start my own coffee shop.”

“Y’know, we should probably start saving more money anyway,” Emile mused. “Emergency funds, retirement, all that good stuff.”

“I guess,” Remy sighed. “I do like getting to go on dates with you, though.”

“So let’s make it a once a month thing, instead of twice, and go to places that don’t charge too much,” Emile reasoned. “Saving our money is important. Especially if we’re going to be splurging on a bed.”

Remy laughed. “True.”

Emile grinned. He was getting a crazy idea, and it might have been because he was sick, but Remy had been passed on promotions before. And if they saved properly, he knew they could get a shop off the ground.

[alyssa-ward]

Little Deaths Part 3

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

“What am I supposed t’do with you?”

Alyssa sits backwards in a chair, facing the tied up man in the centre of the room.  Her arms folded across the back of the chair, chin resting on it as hazel eyes drill intently into him.

“Oh, are we talkin’ now?”  Remy’s voice sounds scratchy and drained.  It’s been two months in this basement and sure, she comes by and gives him food and water, but sometimes it’s days without, he’s parched, he’s lost weight, he’s only been permitted to be free of his bindings to move about the space with a hulking Felguard looming over him before he’s tied up and left alone once more.

The Warlock showed up to her hidden place regularly, one she’s never kept anyone alive for this long in.  Makes sure he’s still secure, but never talks to him.  Never really deals with what’s in front of her.  Remy mattered to her.  He still matters to her.  That first night when she realized who she had, she retreated immediately, and hasn’t spoken more than a few words since.  ‘Eat’.  ‘Drink’.  ‘Stay’.  More an animal than a person.  He’s tried to talk to her of course, but she’s just drowned it out, ignored it all.  That seems to have changed tonight.

“Yes,” she admits with some reluctance.  “It seems time we do doesn’t it?”  She exhales a frustrated breath.  “I investigated the woman ‘o was ahead o’you in the woods.  You weren’t with the bandits were you?  You were rescuin’ ‘er?  Always playin’ the ‘ero.”  There’s a peculiar tone in her voice that wavers between fondness and irritation.

The man across from her tries to gauge just what the woman wants out of all this, as he has time and again during this process.  There was a time he’d have said he knew Alyssa’s thoughts.  Understood the woman completely.  Now it’s like looking into the eyes of a total stranger wearing the face of someone he used to love.  “I’ve tried to tell you that.  I didn’t think that even mattered to you.”

He’s been in Stormwind longer.  Has less of the harshness of his accent then she still does, she muses as he speaks.  “It does.  You were supposed t’be a bandit.  Y’were supposed t’be...not you.  Anyone but you.  I don’ get t’make mistakes in ‘o I capture and y’gone and cocked that all up.”

“Well pardon me for the inconvenience,” Remy replies sarcastically.  “I’ll just be on my way then and leave you to whatever shite you’ve gotten up to down here, pretend these last...how long has it even been?”

“Two months,” Alyssa replies.  “Yesterday.”  Another exhale, a tired sigh.  “Let me run y’through m’problem Rem.  You deserve that.  I don’t want t’kill you.  Y’don’ deserve that, and we ‘ave our ‘istory.  I can’t let y’go either.  You’ve seen ‘o I am.  I want t’believe I could trust you but that’s not a risk I can take.” “I,” he starts to try to reply but she cuts him off to continue. “No one I’ve brought down ‘ere gets t’live.  I risk too much o’the life I’ve built if I let anyone go ‘o knows.”  Only then does she pause to let him reply, but in truth she’s more using him as a sounding board.  That and hoping a tiny bit that somehow he’ll say the right thing that solves it all.

“Lyssi, what happened to you?”  His voice carries evident sadness.  “You can always trust me.  You’ve always been able to.  Let me go.  More than that, let me help you.  Untie me, let’s talk, catch up.  I’m sorry things have gone so wrong for you.”

Alyssa pushes out of the chair, stepping around it to come to stand in front of him.  There’s a hint of a tremble at her lip as she tries to keep her expression stern.  A tightening at the corners of her eyes that undermine the anger in them as she keeps from crying.  “I can’t.  I can’t trust you Rem.  Y’let me down when I needed you, y’can’t ‘elp me...and things ‘aven’t gone wrong.  I’m good.  M’life is good.” “Then why are you doing this?  Why do you have to kidnap and threaten people?  Bandits or not, this isn’t the right way to do things.”  He leans forward, in spite of hands tied behind his back.  “I’m sorry Alyssa, it’s haunted me that I left but I didn’t know what else to do.  I made the choice that seemed right at the time.”

The tremble in her lips stops and they settle into a straight line as her jaw tightens.  “Make the choice that seems right at the time.  Even when it ‘urts the one you loved just t’save y’self.”  Her hand snaps up, palm out, and a beam of glowing green light blasts forth from her palm, connecting to the centre of his chest.

Remy cries out in pain as Alyssa’s magic connects to the very core of him, tendrils of fel power wrapping about his soul, digging into his essence.  His head thrown back, rocking back in the chair.  The woman stands before him, beam driving into him, and something snaps inside of him.  Something he hasn’t dealt with in quite a long time, and something the Warlock had almost certainly forgotten about with her own repression.

His skin starts to split, thrown back head twisting as jaw lengthens.  An unholy and unsettling howl as he rips free of bindings, splintering the chair and shackles both, lunging forward into the summoner in a blur, temporarily breaking her spell as he tackles her to the ground, claws raised to strike, slavering jaws above her head. “No.  No more,” he roars at her in a gutteral growl, spittle from his fangs spattering her features as he leans down. “Why didn’ y’do this before,” Alyssa doesn’t look scared, more inconvenienced than anything as she looks defiant up into the Worgan’s features, laying her back.  “Just end it though, y’got the edge, use it.”  There’s a part of her who wants that.  She doesn’t consider herself to have a death wish.  Has things she wants to accomplish, but just now, here, the weight of her choices...she feels like it has been enough, if this is where it ends.

“Because I thought I could get through to you!”  He roars, rising, a clawed hand wrapping about her neck to lift her into the air.  “Because I thought you were worth saving.  Again.”  His hand tightens as the Wolf within fuels his anger, asks for more...and then loosens again, letting her go, dropping Alyssa to the ground.  “But you can’t be saved.  Goodbye Alyssa.” He turns to go, clothing torn and tattered, clawed feet scratching into the stone of the basement floor as he moves towards the exit, assuming he’s won.

A chain of sickly green light slams into his back, Alyssa pushing herself up from the floor with one hand, the other extended out towards him, bearing him to the ground with her power as she pours her energy into once more lashing around his soul.  The grip of it tightens, vicelike around his essence, sucking away his energy, pinning him to the stairs in spite of his attempts to lash against it. “Damnit Alyssa it doesn’t have to be this way,” his gravely worgen tone strained with pain.  “Why d’you get to be the one that walks away?  My life’s worth just as much…”  He twists on the stairs to face her, to look up at her as she approaches, confident now that her magic has him quelled and he can’t lunge again.

“Because the people with power and the will t’use it get t’write the stories.  Y’ad y’chance t’tell this one.  Y’should’ve taken it.”  She clenches hand into fist, and a shimmering afterimage of his form starts to slowly rip free of his body as she lashes at his soul and the connections that bind it to his form. “Lyssi...I got married.  I have a wife, we have a kid on the way.  She’ll wonder what happened to me.  You’re going to leave my child without a father,” his words increasingly anguished as he tries to speak as every nerve ending is aflame. “I grew up without m’father.  And y’wife will be just fine, y’disappeared on me and I still am.”  Venom in her voice, and with a final yank she tears it free, his soul coming loose all at once to coalesce between her hands, sickly green drawing it into a tiny purple crystal forming in the air before her, before she snatches it.  The room left silent as his body lays still on the staircase, and she holds the swirling gem containing the essence that was a man she once loved.

That night Alyssa sits alone in her study, pulling down a few books of Arcane lore from her collection, and retrieving the slim wooden case behind them.  She flips open the velvet lined box, and studies the contents.  A dozen souls.  A small fraction of the collection she once had, back before she smashed them all in an attempt to cut herself off from this life.

She lets fingertips play over each stone in turn, each of them with a name labeled beneath, before settling the newest gem in place.  It doesn’t escape her that her old collection was largely made of Forsaken Souls.  It was so much easier to justify who she was back then.  Now every shard in her case represents a lost human life in and around Stormwind.  All of them guilty of something, until now.  But then, she never talked much to any of them.  How many other mistakes had there been?

Now, with it all over, she finally lets the tears flow, the gravity of her choices weighing her down as she sets the label in place beneath the gem, and closes the case to put it away.  Sleeve of her flannel shirt running across her eyes to wipe away tears as she pushes out of her seat and makes her way to her room to fall into bed.

“Goodbye Remy Thomas.  I’ll be sure y’go t’a good cause.”  A small simple prayer given to each soul she takes, but somehow, tonight, it doesn’t feel like enough.

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: “what do you have? “ I have a kNIFE” “NO”

[Specific-Summary]: They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking,

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)

(16) (17) (18) 

L: I May Have Lost Roman

V: nice

P: not nice :)

V: i feel vaguely threatened

Rem:@L how the fuck did you manage that Rem: nvm i know how just give me details

L:I don’t know ? One second we were at check out L: Next minute he was Gone and Nieve is looking suspicious

L:Hold on lemme ask Dmitri

V: why is he there

L: I mean he’s actually pretty chill L: But he dropped Roman off and Nieve got attached L:I’m...not sure if she’s planning on letting him go?

V:logan, my friend, my buddy, V:the only person in this chat with basic reading comprehension

Rem: that’s pretty fair

P: it really is tbh

V: Send. Pictures.

L: Okay L: Slight Issue

V: you lost the snake too

L: I lost Dmitri too and Nieve is not spilling

Rem: oh they’re defeinately fucking

L:...Where? The bathroom?

Rem: Don’t knock it till you try it ;)

V: not to be that guy but im vetoing this discussion V: cause thats a Yikes even for you Remy

L: Alright time to find them

Rem: check ;))) the;))) bathrooms ;;))))

L: Remy.

Rem: alrighlright too far ill stop

L: Thank you.

V: keep me updated V: i only have silence and physics homework as company

L:Huh L:Found them

L: Roman….found a katanna…

V: im sorry WHAT V: Why The Fuck Does He Have A Sword

Rem: drop the location of that store man

L: 1) It’s a Katanna L: 2)I will certainly Not. L: 3) He’s trying to convince Dmitri why he should have it

L…..and Dmitri looks more amused then concerned

V: if I can't have a tarantula he sure as hell cant have a sword

L:I told him it was probably fake/ poorly made and that he should take the time to invest the proper skill in money in a real one

V: goddamit logan you cant logic roman.

L: It worked. He put it back. L: So I say I can do what I want with roman

Rem: some spicy takes from the chats only brain cell ;)

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“So you’re turning eighteen, in a few months. ” His aunt said, dabbing her cheeks with a napkin. She still managed to hold an air of prestige despite getting utterly shitfaced the night before. Her appointments have been going well.

Dmitri looked up, masking his surprise and holding his tongue.

Dr. Montag looked over, quieting the running water and placing the dish was he was cleaning down, “Really?” he said, brushing his hands, “You got any plans?” he asked, Dmitri.

“Oh we usually do something small,” His aunt interjected, “But seeing as he’s my father’s favorite grandchild,” Only grandchild, “He’s is flying from Paris to join us. And he was never a man of modesty so I’ve been thinking about doing something special for the occasion.”

Oh.

Dmitri fought the smile creeping on his face, ducking his head. He shouldn’t be surprised that she remembered after all if his grandfather was visiting. It’s how he got his phone, laptop, his car.

It’s probably why she puts up with him, to begin with. Cause it wasn’t guilt.

“--We should get your hair cut,” She continued, and Dmitri snapped out of his thoughts, “Maybe invite Diana--he’d like her,” she murmured.

“Diana and I a-” He closed his mouth, and his aunt’s eyes shot over.

“You broke up?” She narrowed her eyes, examining her nails, “Huh, makes sense seeing as...” she gestured at him vaguely, “So who have you been sneaking around with?”

“I’m not sneaking around with anyone,” Dmitri said, meeting her gaze. And technically he was right, it’s not sneaking if she just hasn’t been asking. And he’s given up on telling.

Dr. Montag’s eyebrows knitted together confused,” Well that isn’t true,”

Dmitri’s eyes went wide, stomach sinking.

His Aunt’s grin spread, “Oh really?”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck--

“He’s been helping me out, hon,” Dr. Montag set down a glass of water and pills beside her plate, “You’ve been so stressed lately,” he looked guilty and produced some tickets, “I thought I’d surprise you.”

Her face softened and like that the tension left the room. Those two got to linger in whatever lovey-dovey spell had taken hold of them in the last few months, but Dmitri was still on edge.

She still kept him on edge, but he could get her back. Even the playing field. Anytime he could leave this—Anytime he could flip this switch and put her on edge and make her—

He stopped eating, setting his plate aside.

He felt sick.

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R:helllloooo R:anyone up R: sigh R: allll by mySELLLLF

L: Roman?

R: the one and lonely yes hello human contact???

L: Are you alright? It’s 3 am why are you still awake?

R: why are YOU up mm????

L: My parents have newborn twins. What’s your excuse?

R: well fuck got me there

R: i was texting dee but he was rlly tired and i stILL can’t sleep

L: Any particular reason?

R: u m

L: Private chat?

R: please

- [TheTruthAboutTheMoon]

TheWalkingMouth: Okay shoot

Cowboy:it's stupid

TheWalkingMouth: I’ll tell you if it's stupid or not just say it

Cowboy: i just….like Cowboy: it's all kinda….hitting me a ll at once and i Really don’t like thinking about it but i cant bottle shit up either like you bastards so i feel like the human equivelent og a washing machine with too much laundry in it

TheWalkingMouth: Then don’t? TheWalkingMouth: Even if it's too ‘stupid’ for me I’m sure Dmitri wouldn’t mind

Cowboy: yeah but i feel like im going to say something shitty to him i Cowboy: like we should talk about it Cowboy: and i will Cowboy: but not now--later when it's not too stressful for either of us

TheWalkingMouth: Why would you say something shitty?

Cowboy: idk id jst get frustrated trying to explain it Cowboy: like hes smart as hell and probbaly get it without me saying anything but like Cowboy: I have neither the patience nor articulation right now to explain like a civil person and he doesnt need me being shitty about it

Cowboy:like,,,,,for example,,,,, if he fucks up in school, he’ll get recommended a tutor and teachers would assume hes doing his best and hes such a sweet and quiet boy

Cowboy: like he is sweet!!but hes a little shit too!! And gets away with it!!! Half those pranks he pulled on virgil, as Iconic as they were he never got in trouble for them!!!

Cowboy: when i fuck up i

Cowboy: god it's stupid

TheWalkingMouth: Might not get a second chance? Yeah I get it.

TheWalkingMouth:Remember when I first transferred here? None of the teachers would take me seriously bc of my accent and if they did, they were afraid of me. I could repeat something another kid said word for word and still be told I had an attitude.

Cowboy: god i remembered that Cowboy: you answered his yes or no questions in a fuckin montone, quiet ass voice and he legit called in the office cause he got scared of a goddamn freshman

Cowboy: But ye when i fuck up Cowboy: im suddenly the lazy ass brown kid who should spend less time corrupting youth with my feminine hips and curls Cowboy: like it's not like a lot of them say it outright but it feels like if im not perfect im fufilling all the stereotypes

TheWalkingMouth: Ah okay, rant away

Cowboy: OK like like like im not like virgil right?? in a lot of ways and it fuckin shows

Cowboy: he’s been planning on going into engineering since sixth grade meanwhile i only got my shit together in highschool

Cowboy: and like now that im here/???what now??? My mother expects me to have my shit together meanwhile im over here freaking the fuck out over whether not it's worth it to even try Cowboy: like yes mother i want to go to an art/or librel arts school that may or may not accept me that we may or may not afford to find a career in who the hell knows because if i have to sit in a healthcare class or a applied mathmatics class like you did i miight actually shank the professor????

Cowboy: that i dread the thought of not trying to explore my options outside of this fucking state but i dread the thought of going bc i cant stand the thought of being away from home but i cant fucking find a reason to stay cause everyone i love is leaving or planning their own life anyway???

Cowboy: like remys gunna fuck off to who knows where regardless of whether or not he has a plans or money, pattons gunna take care of his grandmother whereever the fuck a canada ,moms moving in with tia, virgils already mentally flipping me off ready to fuck nasa , and i only fucking hope dmitri even getss the chance to choose where he goes but hes g o n e and i die from yearning behind a screen like the gay victorian i am , and you….i actually dont know

TheWalkingMouth: Teaching for either biology or physics

Cowboy: huh it fits but what about chemistry??

TheWalkingMouth: Fuck chemistry.

Cowboy: oh thank god we’re on the same page

TheWalkingMouth: Anyway, I assume you’re more worried about whether you should apply rather then if you could get in?

Cowboy: i think so

TheWalkingMouth: Well if my opinion means anything to you

Cowboy: more than you’re assuming but yeah continue

TheWalkinMouth: Wait

Cowboy: nothing nothing continue

TheWalkingMouth: Okay-- I think you should go for it but you don’t need to dive head first into it and commit to everything 100% like virgil did.

TheWalkingMouth: You’re allowed to keep your options open, to have backup plans for back up plans

TheWalkingMouth: It doesn’t mean you’re not passionate about your art. Doesn’t mean you’re inevitably going to get a office job and abandon all your dreams. It means you’re being smart and not backing yourself into a corner

TheWalkingMouth:It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay not to have it all figured out

TheWalkingMouth: Nobody does.

TheWalkingMouth: Even if no one else gives you a second chance at least give yourself a second chance.

TheWalkingMouth: It’s perfectly normal to be afraid to fuck up and get fucked over TheWalkingMouth: That doesn’t mean you will everytime TheWalkingMouth: And it certainly doesn’t mean it's the end

Cowboy:

Cowboy:

Cowboy:

[...Cowboy is typing…]

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@daflangstlairde

@ace-anx

@cataclysm-al

[mycatshuman]

Dark Hood: Chapter 8

Warnings: Violence, blood, Deciet, character death, heart ripped out, panic attack, mentions of abuse, please let me know if I missed any!

Virgil let out a yelp as he felt his feet being pulled out from under him. He hit the ground and groaned before he heard Patton scream and saw movement out of the corner of his purple eyes. They blew to the size of dinner plates when he realized the vampire who attacked him was trying to take his face off with their clawed hand. Virgil tried to move but the vampire had their knee shoved in his back, pinning him to the ground. Virgil paled considerably. He was going to die. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the pain. Virgil could feel the presence of the hand as it neared his face. Only a few centimeters left. A scream.

Virgil's eyes flew open as he heard the shrieks. He looked to see that Remy hands held the vampire around the throat and had lifted them in the air. The look on Remy's face was down right murderous. Remy growled at the vampire and slammed them into the ground. The vampire winced as they screwed their eyes shut. Remy plunged his hand into their chest and his fingers closed around their heart. Remy let out an animalistic growl as he ripped their heart out and crushed it. The howl of pain from the vampire was sure to haunt Virgil's nightmares. Possibly even his waking hours as well.

Patton whimpered silently as he quickly tried to compose himself. The vampire was going to kill Virgil. They had to die or Virgil would die. Blood dripped from Remy's hand as he looked down at Virgil. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly. Virgil nodded, numb.

"Yeah," he replied shakily as he stood on trembling legs. He looked at Remy in...awe? Shock? Fear? Remy wasn't quite sure. The sounds of fighting had died down. Virgil took a look around to see that the battle was over. Bodies strewn across the grass as blood soaked into the dirt. Virgil's nose scrunched up as the foul scent of iron reached his nose. He felt Roman behind him as the man walked past him to stand by Patton and Logan as the two looked over him, checking for any major injuries. "How-" Virgil's voice wavered. He cleared his throat and tried again. "How many have we lost?"

⚡⚡

Patton glanced over his grey cat hoodie. Virgil noticed he had tried to surpress a shudder at the destruction behind him. "I'm not sure," he repiled, turning to look at Virgil. Virgil felt his heart thumping faster. Panic seized him. He couldn't breathe as he began to tremble. This was all my fault. These people died because of me. Virgil felt his legs give way. All my fault. All my fault. All my fault. Remy yelped as he quickly rushed to support Virgil. All my fault, all my fault, all my fault, all my fault. Virgil vaguely felt arms wrap around him as his breathing became shallow. Allmyfault, allmyfault, allmyfault, allmyfault, allmyfault. His eyes stared ahead blankly. He could distantly hear voices as he felt slightly off balance. Allmyfaultallmyfaultallmyfaultallmyfault! Virgil felt dizzy as he felt sleep drag their fingers across his face. MyfaultmyfaultmyfaultMYFAULT! Virgil slipped into unconsciousness.

⚡⚡

Virgil heard soft voices as he groaned. His head was swimming. Virgil peaked at his surroundings. It was dim and a little blurry before his eyes got used to the lighting. He saw Remy to his left with Patton right next to him. They seemed to be the only two in the room. Virgil let out a groan as he tried to sit up, catching the other two's attention. "Virgil!" Patton exclaimed. "How're you feeling?" He asked. Virgil huffed.

"Fine, just a little outta it. What happened?" He vaguely remembered asking how many people they lost and the beginnings of a panic attack. He looked to see Patton's green eyes shift.

"You had a panic attack." Virgil stared at him, eyes wide in a look that said: "care to elaborate". Patton stared back, hoping that Virgil would move on. When he didn't Patton sighed and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair. "Three." Virgil stiffened. Three. Three. Three. The number echoed inside his head. He swallowed a lump in his throat.

"Who?" He croaked out. Patton gulped. His eyes shifted nervously. He really didn't want to cause anymore stress for Virgil. "Who?" Virgil asked again. Patton let out a sigh.

"Mary," Virgil felt his heart squeeze. She was young. She had no family and simply wanted to make a difference after learning her girlfriend was a vampire who just wanted to be human. "Aria," Virgil felt his heart pang. Aria was unwillingly turned into a vampire when her ex got mad that she had to hold back from beating her otherwise her "toy" would break. Aria was able to escape the relationship and met a nice lady who loved her and wanted to help find a cure. Mary and Aria quickly found Virgil and asked for his help. "And," tears pricked at Patton's eyes and he quickly wiped at them behind his glasses. "And Adam." Virgil squeezed his eyes shut. Adam was a normal kid when he found out that he had two half brothers. They had met only once and not under good circumstances. He had nearly gotten killed and his brothers left to protect him better. Adam wanted to be like them so he found Patton who quickly welcomed them into their fold. He was never meant to get hurt. Virgil felt tears slip from his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Stupid tears!" He heard Patton say. Virgil's eyes flew open and he grabbed Patton's hand.

"Don't be sorry. It's okay to cry. Everybody cries sometimes. It's good. They deserve to be cried over. They were good people. They wouldn't want us to hold our tears back. They would want us to get it out. Its not good to hold things in. Okay?" Virgil asked as more tears filled his eyes. Patton nodded as he gave a watery smile to Virgil. He gave a soft smile in return. He let go of Patton's hand and wiped at his own tears. He heard a sniff next to him and turned to see tears sliding down Remy's cheeks.

"I'm sorry! I tried to hide them behind the sunglasses but...." Remy let out a soft sob as he removed his sunglasses and wiped at his eyes. Patton put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Remy smiled sadly at the blue polo wearing man. After a few moments Virgil composed himself and turned to Remy.

"Remy?" The man in question shifted his eyes to Virgil's.

"Yeah?" Remy tried to keep his face emotionless as he waited to Virgil to respond. What was he going to say? What was he going to ask? Remy would never admit it but he was scared. Depending on what happened in the next few minutes, their friendship could be over. Virgil took a deep breath and Remy heard his heart beat slightly faster.

"What happened to... Deciet?" Remy mentally let out a sigh of relief.

"He escaped, unfortunately, but he shouldn't be hard to find him." Virgil nodded as he inserted his thumb in his mouth and chew on the nail.

"Let's just...focus on....getting back on our feet." Remy nodded solemnly. Patton reached a hand out to Virgil and he grasped it, needing a little comfort. (Not that he would admit it to anyone.) "Remy? Did I know you before we met in the cafe?" Remy froze.

"Uh...maybe," he responded slowly. Virgil turned to him.

"I take it you erased some of my memory?" Virgil asked, no hit of emotion in his voice or face. Remy did notice that his heart was still beating faster than usual. Remy nodded. Virgil sighed. "I would like it if you could explain to me what happened and why as well as a return of my memories." Remy nodded, numb. His eyes shifted down, slightly guilty.

"Yeah, sorry." Virgil was about to answer when a knock cut him off. The three turned to see Roman and Logan in the doorway.

"We..uh..wanted to check on Virgil," Roman shifted awkwardly. Patton gave them a warm smile.

"Of course, come in. He just woke up." Roman and Logan gingerly entered and stood at the end of the bed looking at Virgil. Nobody made a sound as an uncomfortable silence filled the room.

"Are you feeling well?" Logan asked as he straightened his tie. Virgil nodded as he chuckled inwardly.

"Yeah, I little out of it but good. How 'bout you? I mean you guys did just kinda get through into this." Logan let a small smile slid onto his face as he looked at the purple haired man in front of him.

"I am doing satisfactory. Glad to see you are awake, Virgil." Virgil gave him a small smile and turned to Roman.

"What about you Princey?"

"I am doing excellent!" Roman boomed. "I am certain those foul villians feared me!" Virgil stared him with an "unamused face". Roman let out an offended gasp. "They were!" He whined. Logan rolled his blue eyes as his friend went into a little rant about how he was a prince and a mighty warrior and the vampires were indeed afraid of him.

Logan's eyes wondered as he tuned Roman out. Logan's eyes found a similar pair of glasses. Logan's breath caught in his throat as he took in Patton's features. Wavy, sandy, hair that fell perfectly atop his head. Logan found an urge to run his hand through those waves. Emerald green eyes like always seemed to shine with happiness behind a pair of glasses. Logan watched as Patton let out a laugh at something Roman had said. His tanned skin seemed to radiate a glow that Logan couldn't quite explain.

"Right Logan?" Roman elbowed Logan in the ribs and Logan jumped.

"I'm sorry, I spaced. What was your statement?" Logan asked as he adjusted his glasses. Roman rolled his eyes and let out a annoyed sigh, but the smirk on his face told Logan that he knew who Logan had "spaced" on.

"I was just telling them about the time you challenged me to a duel. Of course, being the kind person I am, I let you win so that you could feel like you were improving and-"

"If I may," Logan cut in. "I believe it was you who challenged me to a duel and when I won, in less than a few minutes, you acted out childishly and pouted." Remy and Virgil burst out laughing as Roman's face went red. Patton tried desperately to keep his smile hidden behind his hand as Roman looked at his friend in betrayal.

"Betrayed by my own friend!" Roman cried as he struck a dramatic pose. At this Patton burst out laughing along with Remy and Virgil. Logan shook his head at his friend's antics but anyone could see he was smiling. Logan felt weird tug of his heart at the thought of making Patton laugh. He brushed it off as he watched the others recover from their fits of laughter.

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Virgil snuck a glance at Remy. He knew the vampire was happy that they had been interrupted before he had to tell Virgil everything. Virgil let out a sigh as he turned back to Roman's display. For now Virgil was going to let it be. Tomorrow he would deal with it. For today he would relax. After all, there was still so much to do.

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(Sorry, I think this was a short and crappy chapter. Oh well. So I guess next chapter will be a trip down memory lane. You'll learn stuff and ...yeah...stuff... So I hope you Famders liked it! I wish you all excellent health and good day/night.) 💜💜💜💜

Tag list: @bunny222

[anxiouslyfred]

Enchanted AU perhaps???

I was listening to Disney songs while washing up earlier and ‘How does she know you love her’ came on. All I could think while listening and singing along to it was Giselle is so like Patton throughout the entire film.

Of course my brain spiralled from there. Who cares, plates got washed and I get to write this now. Actually my brain stopped halfway through writing this. I need more time to make it more different than just putting characters into the film. Someone remind me of it later

The start is just entirely Royality,

Roman pining for his love but distracted by quests

Patton dreaming of his true love but making tons of friends anyway, including her overly protective chipmunk

((sidenote, how many of these side characters am I now going to think are one or other portrayal of Virgil while writing this. we’re at 2 currently))

Deceit is the dude working for Roman’s stepmother to keep him distracted, the dragon witch is his stepmother

Meet, sing, and plan the wedding pretty easily.

Deceit is directed to push Patton into a well, while the Dragon Witch is insisting on making sure Roman looks perfect for his big day

Patton had thought of wearing a dress but instead went for a fitted long coat/ robe, sort of like the elves in lotr wear.

Virgil and Logan meanwhile have been talking about moving in together but not wanting to yet since Virgil doesn’t know how Remy will react to it

Remy spots a confused Patton trying to get into the castle billboard and says something like “Girl’s got lost to get up there.” before running out of the car holding the mapbook Virge had gotten him to hopefully stop the kid getting lost. “Yo! I’ve got a map that might have an actual castle for you to go to since that one’s not real.”

while telling Remy not to scare him like that Virgil manages to herd them all back into the taxi, only realising Patton’s with them when he makes a joke about horseless carriages, 

Virgil feels guilty for possibly getting Patton even more lost which is how he ends up staying the night, but also texting Logan about the lost guy who had ended up staying over after Remy ran off 

Logan being worried as well, but waiting until the next morning to actually come over and being the one to find Patton cleaning with all the rodents everywhere

Patton being made to endure a lecture on diseases carried by pests, the troubles of them and everything else which wakes Virgil and Remy up

Patton being sent for a shower and assuming he can borrow some of Virgil’s clothes for the day, causing an argument with Logan again by mistake.

At this point Virgil’s to worried and stressed out getting Remy to school on time to work anything else out

Roman decided to drag both Deceit and Chip... you know what, he could be Emile I guess, that chipmunk seems good at stories... while going to save Patton since Deceit is good at listening

Emile actually manages to stop him assaulting a bus but ends up constantly arguing with Deceit enough Roman tunes them out most of the time if he isn’t just running off on his own, 

[nobodyzhuman]

Don’t Trust Dumbledore ch. 39

Harry’s Pov

The next time Harry woke up, he was in a very familiar place. The bright white of the floors and curtains around him made him wince just as much as the shouting he could hear just on the other side of said white curtain did. 

“You can not just wake them up!” Madam Pomfrey scolded whoever she was talking to. 

“I’m afraid we must.” Harry had to bite down a groan at the headmasters voice. 

“Madam, we need to know what happened to Harry Potter!” A voice that surely belonged to the Minister Rufus Scrimgeour. Harry had only met the man once, after the fight at the Ministry. He wasn’t looking forward to another talk with the man. He spoke to Harry like he was an idiot child that didn’t understand what was going on. It was infuriating. 

“That boy has been missing for two months, and we find him chained to wall with the son of dark wizard.” Scrimgeour said sounding disgusted.

“Let’s not forget that it was an auror who was holding them.” Snape’s condescending tone made Harry grin. 

“He will be dealt with,” the Minister snapped, “but we must be able to question Harry.” Harry rolled his eyes. Why wasn’t anyone talking about questioning Draco? They have been chained up together, surely one of them was smart enough not to assume Draco was in on it? Harry had to stop himself for snorting, because well, Draco was in on it, just not the way these idiots assumed. 

“You may speak to him once he is awake and ready,” Madam Pomfrey told him. 

“Now, now Poppy, surely you can see the importance of us speaking to Harry as soon as possible.” Dumbledore tried to get her to change her mind. Harry wanted to cringe at the man’s tone. How often had he bought that loving, caring, old man routine? 

“Albus,” the medwitch said with a sigh. “I really think he needs rest. Surely you can wait a few hours.” 

“Really don‘t think it matters,” a frustrated Draco chastised them. “If your arguing woke me. It mostly likely woke him as well.” Harry snorted. Which caused one of the adults to pull back his curtain. The four of them looked surprised to see him awake. Though only Snape and Promfrey seemed to look over him with concern. 

While Promfrey started waving her wand over him whispering all matter of spells, Snape wandered over to another curtain and pushed it back. Draco was sitting up in his bed, glaring at all of the adults in the room. The glare mixed with his disheveled hair caused Harry to laugh. Which had the blonde turning his pissed off glare towards him. Not that it stopped Harry from laughing. 

“Harry, my boy.” His laughter died, “how are you feeling?” He turned his head towards the headmaster, careful not to meet the man’s eye. Snape had warned them about the headmasters ability to read minds.  

“Tired,” he replied trying to force himself to relax. He needed the headmaster to believe he felt comfortable around him. But it was hard to get his body to listen to his mind, almost every part of him wanted to scoot back, put more space between him and the man he’d thought was his friend and ally since he was 11. 

He saw the old man nodding, “understandable, my boy, you have been through quite an ordeal.” A snort from Draco had the headmaster turning his gaze away from Harry. It was only for a second but it was enough for Harry to get his body under control. His shoulders lost some of their tension and he was able to lean back against the pillow. He wanted to send a grateful ‘thank you’ look to his mate but the Minster and Promfrey were still watching him. 

“What happened?” He asked the medwitch before the headmaster could turn back and start questioning him. 

“You don’t remember?” She asked looking concerned. 

“I remember, being in some man’s cabin. He kept yelling at me and Draco about how it was our fault that people were dying. He kept saying I had failed to stop Voldermort.” He took a small bit of pleasure at the Minister’s shudder. “And he told Draco that he was just as guilty because his father was a suspected Death Eater. It didn’t make any sense.” Harry made sure to make his voice break, “It wasn’t my fault and Draco isn’t responsible for what the Death Eaters do. He isn’t one.” He lowered his eyes and tried not to grin when Promfrey started to fuss over him again. 

“How did you get there?” The minster asked. 

“I don’t know. I remember walking in one of the hallways on the second floor, then nothing. When I woke up, I was chained to that wall, “ He made a show of rubbing his wrist, “Draco was knocked out next to me.” 

“He took you from inside the school!” The Minster shouted. “Dumblerdore, you told us that was impossible. How the hell did someone get in and kidnap not only Harry Potter but another student as well!” Harry wanted to growl at the man. Another student? Really? Draco was sitting right there and the man couldn’t be bothered with his name. 

“That other student,” a cold angry voice said from the doorway, “happens to be my son, Minister, and I hope you are giving his kidnapping and imprisonment as much attention as the Boy Who Lived.” Lucius Malfoy, was dressed impeccably, black slacks, a grey button up shirt under a long black coat, but it was the sneer he gave both the headmaster and Minster was truly impressive. 

Malfoy then walked passed them towards his son. Only a second after Remus came rushing into the room. He didn't pay any attention to any of the others just rushed to Harry side and hugged him. 

“Remy,” Harry said wrapping his arms around his godfather. 

“Alright,” Promfrey said, “Minister, Headmaster, you have spoken to Harry. But I think right now him and Mister Malfoy need time with their family and rest. I must insist you two leave.” Harry turned his head away from Remus to see the headmaster’s face. He could see it, in the twitch of his eye and small frown, the man was not happy about being told to leave. But he gave the mediwitch a smile anyway. 

“Well, it seems we have to go. But I leave you in the capable hands of Mister Lupin. Don’t worry Harry, the man who took you has been arrested you’re safe now.” The man moved towards the door. Then with a dramatic pause he turned and gave Harry a huge smile, “Welcome back to Horgwats Harry.” Then he was gone, the Minster following behind him. 

Harry was grateful for Remus arms around him because while the headmaster had said it in a happy tone, the words felt more like a threat and it had caused him to shake. 

“I will leave you men alone. But I asked to let them rest soon.” Promfrey said before she disappeared into her office. 

There seemed to be a collective sigh in the room once she was gone. 

“That was fun,” Draco muttered. Harry laughed while the adults all gave the younger blond the same look. Harry read it as behave. He chuckled when Draco noticed Remus giving him the same look as his father and godfather. 

Draco frowned at the wolf and then looked at Harry, “That’s just not fair.” The Slytherin then sighed dropping back against his pillow. The dramatic display got a chuckle out of everyone. 

“Mister Malfoy,” Harry asked, a little nervous. He hadn’t spoken to the man since they had come back, not outside of the letter he received about Miss Bones, and their conversations in the past were focused on him and Draco getting home. He wasn’t sure how to deal with the adult version. The man looked at him with a raised brow, it reminded him of Draco. 

“Can we move our beds?” Harry asked, hoping he wasn’t blushing. He was embarrassed enough he almost hadn’t asked. But there was a part of him that needed to be closer to Draco. He didn’t think it was because he had gotten used to sleeping next to his mate, more that his creature didn’t feel safe inside the school and wanted Draco as close as possible. Draco’s father seemed to understand the request because he pulled out his wand and carefully moved Draco’s bed next to Harry’s. 

He instantly reached his hand across the empty space of their beds and took Draco’s hand. The comfort that came from that small touch had him closing his eyes and relaxing into the bed. He knew he would have to let go soon. They couldn’t let anyone know they were together or that they were mates, at least not yet. But while it was just them they could hold hands. 

Harry let himself drift off. The others seemed to be aware of what was happening because they started to whisper and soon Draco’s voice faded out of the conversation. He assumed rightfully that the blonde was falling asleep too. 

Some time later the sound of a door hitting a wall startled him awake, and from the jerk of their hands, Draco as well. 

“What the hell?” Draco grumbled as they both looked towards the hospital wings doors. 

“Harry!” Ron’s voice screeched as the tall redhead quickly moved toward him. Hermione and Ginny behind him. 

“Oh my, Harry!” Hermiione said rushing to grab his hand. “We were so worried.” Harry had to admit she was good, she even had tears in her eyes. 

“Why the hell are you so close to Malfoy?” Ron ranted, “Dirty ferret was probably in on it.” It took so much willpower not to flinch at the words or snap at the redhead. 

“Leave it Ron,” he said. “He was a prisoner just as much as I was.” His supposed friends all gave him a surprised look. 

“Harry,” Ginny asked quietly, “You’re not friends with him now are you?” She looked a little green at the idea. Harry wanted to roll his eyes.

“Ginny, we were alone together for two months. Held prisoner by a nut job. We had to get over our rivalry, or we would have gone insane,” he said gently trying to get the point across. Though he wondered what the point was, these three didn’t care. 

“But his a slytherin!” Ron shouted. This time Harry did flinch, from the volume, not the words. Had Ron always been so bloody loud? 

“So?” Draco said with a sneer. Harry was surprised it had taken the blonde that long to speak up. He was even more surprised by the three adults sitting across the room just watching them. 

“Sooo,” Ron drew out the word, “we don’t want a filthy slytherin as a friend.” The boy crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Draco. Harry shot Remus a pleading look. His godfather went to stand but Snape’s hand caught his arm and held him down. Harry shot the man a look. Not happy about him not letting Remus rescue him. 

“Tell him Harry,” Ron said, pulling Harry’s attention back to him. 

“Tell him what, Ron?” He asked looking at his friend in the eye. 

“That we don't want him as a friend.” Ron said looking bewildered that Harry hadn’t just agreed with him. 

“Ron, he is my friend,” Harry said. He had to fight against smiling at the appalled look on Ron and Hermione faces. Ginny looked more confused than offended, he figured it would come when she saw he meant it. 

“Harry,” Hermione said gently, “you have just been through some traumatic, maybe it’s best that you take some time and think about things before doing anything drastic.” 

He raised an eyebrow at her. “How is being friends with Draco drastic?” He asked, and cringed when Ron shouted, “Draco?!.” 

“Harry, mate, you called him Draco?!” Ron’s face was as red as his hair as he screamed at Harry.

Harry sighed, “He. Is. My. Friend.” He said slowly, “Of course I call him Draco.” 

Hermione and Ron exchanged looks. Harry could tell they were trying to figure out what to do. He would bet the headmaster hadn’t ever planned on him and Draco being friends and it seemed his two little pawns where thrown. 

“Okay, Harry,” Hermione said. “We understand.” Ron scoffed but didn’t argue with her. 

“Well now that that is settled, perhaps you three would like to return to your dorm rooms?” Snape said surprising the hell out of the three students standing at Harry’s side. 

Harry saw Ron’s mouth open, probably to say something stupid but Hermione elbowed him. 

“Yes Sir,” she said grabbing the two others and dragging them out of the door. 

“Weasel is bloody loud,” Draco complained. Harry looked over at him and grinned, “I don’t know how I never noticed that before.” 

“You two need to go back to bed. Poppy said you should be able to go back to class tomorrow. She has forced enough potions down your throats that your bodies are healthy again. Though you might have some side effects from all the potions, weakness, dizziness, and shaking, make sure to come to me and not her if you do.  Remus and I have convinced her that you can speak to us about what you went through, if you need someone to talk to. However I’m sure the headmaster’s insisting and insurances are what really pushed her to agree,” Snape said. 

“Does that mean you’re staying here?” He asked his godfather. The wolf smiled, “Yep. Lucius as well. At least for a few days. There is no way the headmaster could demand we leave, not after what you two have been through.” 

“Thank Merlin.” Draco sighed, before adding “Wake us up before anyone comes in?” Harry saw the elder Malfoy nod. Then Draco  reached across the bed and pulled Harry towards him. 

“If this is the last night, I can sleep next to you, for a while, I want you close,” his mate muttered and Harry turned his head enough to press a kiss on the blonde’s cheek. He wasn’t sure why he did it, other than he wanted too. Draco let out a short breath clearly surprised and then before Harry could turn away, a hand was on his chin, holding his head in place. They locked eyes staring at each other for a moment. 

When Draco leaned in and pressed his lips against Harry’s. Harry’s heart skipped and he couldn’t stop the pleased sound that came out. At first it was short and unsure, like they were testing if this was okay. Then Harry pressed firmly needing more. He heard Draco moan and the blond shifted his body so that he was half on top of Harry, pressing against him. 

A chuckle and a cough broke them apart. Harry felt his face burn and buried it in Draco’s chest. The blonde on top of him growled and Harry had to pull back to look at his mate. Draco’s eyes had shifted to his cat and he was glaring at his father, godfather, and Remus. 

“Draco,” he said gently, pulling his mate’s attention back to him. “Its okay. We,” he blushed again, “we were getting a bit carried away.” Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then with his eyes closed, he leaned in towards Harry’s throat and inhaled his scent. After a second the blonde pulled away and dropped down on the bed next to him, face first. 

“Sorry,” he muttered into his blankets. 

“It’s understandable,” Lucius said, “just be more careful from now on.” 

“Yes, father,” Harry’s mate said and he was sure the blonde was only hiding his face in the bed because he was as embarrassed as Harry was. Rolling on to his side, Harry threw his arm over the blonde and pulled at him until Draco rolled onto his back. Harry moved to lay his head on his mate’s chest, getting as comfortable as he could.  Ignoring the adults in the room, he closed his eyes, letting Draco’s heartbeat comfort him. It didn’t take long for him to drift back to sleep. 

[fountainpenguin]

In "Inspection Detection", Jorgen grades godparents based on how happy their child is. The happier Timmy is, the better Cosmo and Wanda are. But in "The Switch Glitch", Vicky's happiness was a reason to take Cosmo and Wanda away. This seems contradictory. Is there some threshold of happiness that a godparent ought to meet, while going beyond that shows the godparent isn't needed anymore? Does it depend on the godchild's testimony (which was unreliable in Vicky's case because she'd been tricked)?

That’s correct. Godparents are given to miserable kids in order to treat them to a better life than they would have otherwise had. When a godkid’s memories are taken away, the exact details of events get lost, but the hazy memories of having an enjoyable childhood stay there. 

The idea is to help neglected kids learn valuable life skills so that they can take care of themselves someday, and for a fairy to be a trusted figure that a godkid can confide in as they navigate the perils of life. If a godkid’s state has worsened since fairies have been introduced into their life, that’s obviously a problem. If it seems clear that a godkid should be able to function normally in society and that they’re on a good path for life, fairies are reassigned so that they can help someone else who’ll benefit from their company. Fairies aren’t supposed to be taken away to be mean. It’s to help as many kids as possible. 

Fairies are sometimes taken away as punishment, however. I have this tentative headcanon that a godkid IS actually allowed to tell other kids that they have fairy godparents without losing their fairies- the “good” kids who are kind, could keep a secret, would be understanding… the kids who would be allowed to have fairies themselves if they had miserable lives! 

For example, Timmy doesn’t know this, but Chester would be one of the kids on the green list (See also, “It’s a Wishful Life” and that scene towards the end of “Fairy Idol” when Chester overheard Norm tell Timmy that he, Chester, was the reason Timmy lost his godparents earlier. Chester’s a gentle child and I have a feeling that he suspects Timmy plays with magic or science as it is. He wouldn’t know all the details, but he might suspect that, say, Mark Chang is some sort of otherworldly guardian of Timmy. Remember “The Big Scoop”? He’s had an absentminded eye on Timmy for a long time).

Mikey Munroe is another green list kid. The fairies in charge of such things (Amity, mostly) have seen how kind and understanding he is with a fantastic being like Bunsen, and they figure they can probably trust him with a few of their secrets. Although of course, they would wipe his fairy memories if he just went around blabbing to people. If we want to keep with canon, Amanda most likely had hers wiped after “Beast of Friends”. I can think of no reason she’d be allowed to keep them.

But Tootie can’t keep a secret and could cause a lot of headache if she had a fairy (Especially since she’s likely to tell groups in bulk, and tbh erasing people’s minds isn’t good for anyone’s health. See also, Denzel Crocker). A.J. scoffs at magic and would be more interested in dissecting a magical being, so they’re off the table. For similar reasons, so is Trixie. 

Who else is or was on the green list? Maybe Chloe, Kevin Crocker… Sheldon Dinkleberg… Elmer, definitely; the boy with the sentient boil should have no problems suspending his disbelief for fairies. The Burger World employee! Gary and Betty are allowed to know because they work at a daycare center and see a lot of kids. After awhile, you start to recognize the presence of magic (It also helps when you’ve hung around pixies for most of your life). 

But Flappy Bob wouldn’t have been on the list for reasons that are too extensive to justify including here. And Chet Ubetcha would’ve been allowed as a kid (Didn’t I mention I love “Anchors Away”?) Uh… Probably Sam and Tucker could know, but maybe not Danny? Danny isn’t always as subtle as his pals. Maybe Rudy Tabootie, but I’m kind of resistant to that idea too (He’s a kid who would probably believe, but wouldn’t handle it well b/c ego problems). Jimmy Neutron is an absolute definite no, but maybe the Pines twins would be okay!

You get the idea. Basically, kids who are willing to believe are allowed to know, and those who are skeptical and/or would likely abuse fairies are not. Because many kids (like Timmy himself) have hearts of gold and might struggle with identifying which of their peers they can and can’t trust, they’re just told not to tell anyone (Perhaps this goes along with the “Godparents aren’t allowed to tell godkids which other godkids have fairies” rule? Although I assume client confidentiality is also involved. Oh my gosh- what if there was a thing here about fairies being taken away out of punishment for breaking client confidentiality by revealing their godkid to people, and thus implying said godkid is struggling with… Huh. Interesting… Of course, a client could grant permission, so…)

That aside, emotions are powerful things for fairies. Jorgen and those working at Amity wouldn’t want to feel guilty if a godkid tells their friend they have a fairy, and that friend becomes super jealous and acts all, “Why didn’t you tell me this a long time ago?” Yeah, much easier to just say, “Tell no one”.

So blabbing about godparents in public spaces isn’t okay (Ex: “Secret Origins of Denzel Crocker”). It’s generally not advisable to tell your friends you have fairy godparents because it might strain your friendship. I guess this green list rule functions more along the lines of “Don’t tell anyone directly, but if this person happens to find out you have fairies, we’ll look the other way unless they give us a reason to look back”. Timmy strolling up to Chester and outright admitting he has fairies who could grant all of Chester’s wishes is a different situation than Chester catching a brief glimpse of them through a window.

Amity don’t like to be mean. They want to help people, but the safety of Fairy World must always come first. They don’t like giving godparents out to kids who can’t keep secrets. What if that kid blabbed to tons of people on a subway, and the fairies lost track of who he told, and some people got away with their memories? What if they heard the part about how miserable kids get fairies, so they kidnapped some children and tortured them? So much could go wrong.

But, if a fairy felt that they were taken unfairly from a godkid, they could argue about it in court and potentially win a godkid’s memories back. Though, the Council really don’t like to do that much. This is where you get into politics like Magnifico v. Amity Angel Safety and Protective Recall Agency (the case allowing Juandissimo to become Remy’s godparent again on the grounds that Remy’s mental health significantly improved from baseline when he had Juan in his life, and significantly dropped after “reversal” when Juan left him).

Basically, Juandissimo successfully convinced the Council that Remy is more miserable than a vast majority of the kids he could be reassigned to, and that Remy should be given a second chance. Remy’s situation is very unusual, but Fairies don’t really like leaving bitter rich kids to grow up and become bitter rich and powerful adults, so the Council agreed (See also, “Remy Rides Again”).

To recap, a godparent is assigned to a kid, data is gathered, and if a godkid’s satisfaction is too low then this problem needs to be addressed. Godkid should maintain a neutral / happy lifestyle when with a fairy. Then, if you have all these miserable children in need of godparents, and all your godparents are out in the field already, you’ll take the fairy assigned to the happiest and most well-adjusted godkid, right? Because that’s the child least in need of help, who has probably reached a stable point in their life and will lead a stable adulthood too.

… Does that answer your question?

[leprofesseurdeloupgarou]

AWarmHug? ✵ Remy&May

@may-sandor

[1/14/2017 3:17:56 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May woke up, stiff and covered in marks from the flogger. She winced slightly as she moved and sniffled quietly. "God damn it..." she whispered before she stretched slightly and stood up. The timid blonde dressed in a simple dress, figuring the less clothes that touched her skin the better and grabbed her bag. As she made her way up the basement steps, she stopped for a moment before taking a slow breath and making her decision. She headed up another flight, going towards the Master classroom before she came to a stop outside a familiar black door. Glancing around, she knocked lightly on the door and stepped back, waiting.

[1/14/2017 4:12:17 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy was typing away on his laptop lost in concentration on the matter at hand. He purses his lips starting at the screen, pondering what to say next and then began to type away. With his fingers flying across the key board his senses remained sharp and he heard the tiny pitter patter of someone's steps. "One mustn't lurk 'n doorways!" He barked out loud not moving his eyes from his work.

[1/14/2017 4:14:31 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May bit her lip before she slowly opened the door and stepped inside, her head pointed down towards the ground, her hands shaking. She felt tears well in her eyes and she sniffled softly before her soft voice came out in a broken whisper. "W-WolfDaddy..." She got out before looking to him, tears welled in her eyes.

[1/16/2017 9:53:42 AM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy's attention snapped to the word, it was one he cherished and the way it was said poignantly stung his black heart. "Mon dieu! What on earth happened t' you dare I ask?" He spat out rising from his chair, raising his arms beckoning her forward with his body language.

[1/16/2017 9:56:44 AM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She tried to stifle her sobs, keeping her gaze down before she dropped her bag and ran to him, her fingers curling in the front of his shirt. Tiny whimpers escaped her as she tried to tell him what happened. "I-I was... I b-broke cu-curfew.." Came the soft cries as she hid her face in his chest.

[1/16/2017 1:58:40 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: It broke his black heart to see her like this and Remy was quick to step into aftercare mode for his favorite. "Come now, you should know be'er then that maybun." He cooked at her softly wrapping his arms around her in a cocoon of protection. Remy rested his chin on top of her head and held her tight. "What did they do?"

[1/16/2017 2:03:41 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She felt his arms wrap around her and relaxed a bit. She felt safe with Remy, comforted just by his touch. "I-I didn't mean to.." She whispered before peeking up at him. "He flogged me.." She said softly, looking down as shame filled her voice. The little blonde felt weak and guilt ridden. Both because she was crying, as well as not being able to follow a simple rule.

[1/16/2017 2:06:28 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: "No names please or I will REGULATE!" He spat the words out with loathing knowing full well sometimes he was the villain causing pain and it was that way more often then not. Remy started to pay her back but halted. "We should clean you up. Get ointment on you, a meal in your belly and a good nights rest."

[1/16/2017 2:10:21 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She nodded her head a little before peeking back up at him. "Y-Yes WolfDaddy," she murmured sweetly, hugging him again and then wiping her eyes. The little blonde pulled back to let go of him, rubbing her arms a little as she awaited his next instructions.

[1/16/2017 5:43:40 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy's hand went to to her arm, his touch soft and soothing while he spoke in a low draw. "Come 'ere." He slowly guided her to a tall cupboard with glass windows, inside it was chalk full of bottles of who knew what for the FrenchWolf had his background in medicine. "This will work." He whispered to himself more then anything as those keen eyes of his went from bottle to bottle searching for a suitable antiseptic and something to dull pain. "Were did he strike you?" He questioned motioning to the black, leather coin he nearby.

[1/16/2017 5:54:03 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She bit her bottom lip and followed him over to the cabinet. She gazed at the bottles before her blue eyes flickered back to him. "My back.." May said softly before moving to the leather couch.

[1/16/2017 6:23:51 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: "Take yer shirt off." Remy rumbled opening the salve, fetching a small rag and a few q-tips. "Annnd the lesson we learned from this is...?" He inquired to see if she'd learned a lesson as to not put herself in harms way. The FrenchWolf took a seat to her side facing her back as her gently turned her a tad to better see the marks in the light.

[1/16/2017 6:35:00 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She lifted her shirt over her head and set it down beside her on the couch, pulling her hair over one of her shoulders. "To not miss curfew..?" She murmured, moving a bit as he directed before biting her lip. The flog did not pierce her flesh, but it did leave deep welts on her back.

[1/18/2017 8:54:03 AM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy grabbed her directing the tiny blonde to sit upon his lap, he then dabbed a cotton ball with an antiseptic. "Oui -yes. This will sting..." He tried not to feel guilty but it was impossible he still cared for the slave despite all the time that had transpired. "And avoid hell-bent Masters and Mistresses like meself." He snorted back a chuckle while finishing up the careful cleaning of the red welts.

[1/18/2017 3:35:55 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She settled on his lap biting her bottom lip before wincing slightly at the sting. His words made her turn her a head a little to look at him. "I don't think you're mean.." She murmured sweetly, her blue eyes gazing at him.

[1/18/2017 6:09:51 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: "I can be..." he rasped flatly, a even tone not even wincing at the accusation. Remy knew himself, there were many layers that made up the notorious FrenchWolf tending to her skin. He blew a kiss to her when she meet his gaze and smiled as sweet as a devil like him could. "I would 'ave spanked you."

[1/18/2017 7:51:42 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She smiled a little at the kiss before gently leaning against him. "I-It's different. You would be doing it to make sure I learned a lesson.. Not to fear you. He did it because I was late... But he had no care for my wellbeing. And I know I shouldn't expect them too but I just.. Wish they did down in the basement.." She whispered at the end, peeking back up at him.

[1/27/2017 7:38:56 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: "Ma Cheri you know be'er. It's wall t' wall assholes out there. I mean-wall to wall sadists. Naturally a cute blonde is a tasty morsel to take their frustrations out upon. Even I, your innocent FrenchWolf is guilty of that." His voice was joyfully playful but there was the ring of truth to what he said.  Dabbing at a particular whelp he added, "If you remember correctly I came at you wit' a tie!" He blurted out chuckling at his absurd resourcefulness. "A damn tie! That's all I needed t' ravish you good an' proper..." He smiled putting a soft cloth bandage around her torso and began to carefully wrap it around her waist and upwards."...the only lesson I taught thaaaat day was what a savage beast I am." A very, naughty wink followed that statement as he attempted to cheer her up slightly.

[1/27/2017 10:24:14 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She smiled softly at his words and bit her bottom lip as the welt was touched. She closed her eyes and took a slow breath before listening to him as he spoke. A soft giggle escaped May and turned back to glance at him. "I remember.. You did struggle with it quite a bit." She responded, her voice ever playful, but still respectful and sweet. "Yes, but your "naughty-beastiness" was welcomed for sure." She murmured, her gaze falling back on him, a small smile on her lips.

[2/6/2017 10:00:54 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy stared at her lips, lust pooling in his black heart while his mind replayed their introduction over and over. Every hot, sweaty, panting breath and moan. "Good times." He rumbled, his voice dropping low while he brought her shirt down. She had been cleaned up and bandaged, well on her way to a full recovery if he had anything to say about it. "You alone know how awful I am t' the core." He reminded her his hands coming to rest atop her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh slightly his want becoming evident.

[2/6/2017 10:07:43 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She smiled slightly and slowly ran a hand through his thick black hair. "I also know how good you are," she told him softly, smiling sweetly. As his fingers gently dug into her skin, she bit her bottom lip and took a slow deep breath, arching up slightly. "WolfDaddy.." She whimpered out softly, her own desires rising.

[2/6/2017 10:22:50 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy nearly laughed out loud at her praise. Him good? No. He was a horrible wolf. But in her eyes somehow, she saw something different than most others. The little blonde knew a side of Remy Noir many did not, nor would ever see. "Kiss her WolfDaddy. Shower him wit' gratitude fer helpin' you." his smile was wicked and so was the clutching fingers at her legs. Remy wanted her, he wanted nothing more then to be buried deep within her, moving along her body and groaning with bliss.

[2/6/2017 10:31:38 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She blushed at his words and nodded her head. She moved closer, her hand threading through his hair, her lips moving to meet his. "Thank you for helping me WolfDaddy.." She murmured sincerely before her lips collided gently with his, moving eagerly with them as she moved once more, practically sitting on his lap, a quiet moan escaping her.

[2/6/2017 10:41:54 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy moved her legs to enwrap his waist and moaned into her mouth. Her tiny pout coming to his made his body flood with a hot flash causing a steamy fog to haze his mind making him only crave pleasure. "You're welcome." He replied through her kisses enjoying every bit of attention she'd pay him.

[2/6/2017 10:50:34 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She smiled against his lips, her fingers threaded through his thick mane before coming to rest on his shoulders. She pulled back for a moment before biting her bottom lip, smiling slightly. "Can I thank you properly, WolfDaddy?" She asked, wiggling lightly on his lap.

[2/7/2017 8:59:59 AM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy nearly purred from the sensation of her fingers exploring that wild, thick mane of his. He found himself leaning into her touch while his arms carefully pulled her to him. At her question he gave a nod, curious as to see what the tiny, sweet blonde had in mind. "Oui -yes. Yes you 'ave permission t' touch meh." He breathed through a lusty whisper and painted with anticipation.

[2/7/2017 9:20:01 AM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May smiled and kissed him once more, her hands coming down on his shoulders gently before she lifted herself up slightly, going to her knees before him on the couch. The little blonde smiled up at him, one hand gently rubbing his member through the fabric of his pants before she undid the zipper and button, tugging the material down gently.

[2/7/2017 9:49:15 AM] Jesse || Remy Noir: When MayBun slipped down between his legs Remy's body went tense while a rush of heat went straight to his cock. He stilled himself  and attempted to sit quietly and enjoy the act of being worshipped. When her fingers rubbed at him his erection responded to her, going harder and harder by the second. He rose slightly allowing his slacks to slip lower giving her access to the rod of meat that bobbed out for her attention. "Fuccck..." he hissed when the cool air washes over the silk of his skin.

[2/7/2017 11:46:02 AM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May smiled sweetly up at him, her hand gently gripping his member, stroking up and down a few times before the blonde leaned forward, capturing the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking softly on it, her lips wrapped around it.

[2/7/2017 2:10:10 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy looked down at her the moment her little hand clutched at his shaft he inhaled sharply and held his breath for a long beat. "Mmmmyes," he murmured before gasping for his breath and moaning lowly when she began to suck on his head. . [2/7/2017 3:24:12 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May smiled as she heard her beloved WolfDaddy moan at her worship. She took more of his member in her mouth, sucking on it lightly before coming back up, gently licking the tip, only daring to tease a little.

[2/7/2017 4:56:01 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy shivered with pleasure, she knew how to press his buttons and drive him wild. His hips lifted when she consumed his length he wanted more of himself in her it seemed. Her little licks made him chuckle and huff before he visibly melted right before her eyes."Good girl, WolfDaddy likes thaaat," he blurted out in hot words before adding. "Oui -yes. yes. FUCKyes lick meh...."

[2/7/2017 5:18:57 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May glowed at the praise, peeking up at him before she nodded a little, her little punk tongue darting out to lick along his member. Her hands rested gently on his thighs, eyes darting up to meet his gaze every so often.

[2/7/2017 5:48:53 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy groaned and let his eyes roll back while he drowned in the pleasure her mouth was able to give to his prick.

But he wanted more.

In a quick heartbeat the beast was up on his feet. A side step later he was suddenly behind the tiny blonde, her panties down and the plump head of his manhood pressing softly against her pink lips. "Christ MayBun..." He barked with a growling hiss pulsing heat gripping his body causing him to direct her to bend over the antique couch. His arms enfolded her his cock threatening to slip inside her tiny body, he dragged his face to the crock of her neck and sucked hard moaning against her skin like a devil. "I wanna be buried inside of you," he admitted unapologetically, pressure in his groin spiking.

[2/7/2017 6:07:46 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May let out a gasp as he stood and lined up with her, easily bending over his couch. The sweet girl smiled at his words and wiggled slightly, letting out a low whine. "Please.. Please WolfDaddy.." She begged, gasping softly.

[2/7/2017 6:14:40 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy clenched his arm around her tightly, momentarily forgetting her tiny sores he'd helped soothe moments earlier. Right now it was his needs, his carnal wants that consumed him and drove the beast to slid into her body slowly. Plump head first, thick shaft second, spreading her apart with every inch that slid into her wet grip. "WolfDaddy fills you up like no other huh lil' girl?" He growled thrusting his hip forward sending his cock as far as it could go within her bodies limits.

[2/7/2017 6:20:54 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May let out a quiet whine at his handling, but she didn't mind it. Not really. She pushed back against him, a moan escaping her as he buried himself inside her. "Fuck..." She moaned out before shaking her head. "No WolfDaddy... No one fills me up like you.." She got out between heated pants and gasps.

[2/7/2017 6:29:13 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy expected her to say those words but hearing them through her gasps and breaths made his cock swell, pressing building. "Mmmaybun you know I like it when you're this wet get meh..." He panted beginning to trust against her tiny, white ass but with a deliberately slow rhythm.

[2/7/2017 6:31:36 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May whimpered in pleasure, her body moving back and forth to meet Remys thrusts. "Ohhh... WolfDaddyyy... F-faster, please?" She managed to get out before focusing on trying to gain some sort of friction. "Please please please..." She pleaded so sweetly, her back arched.

[2/7/2017 6:36:12 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy couldn't help but grin, "Beg meh harder," he tormented while whispering in her ear, giving it a bite and deliberately grinding his hips into her body ever so slowly. "Get wet. Beg meh. Beg meh t' fuck you like no other." His right hand sink down between her legs and rubbed at her tiny clit -softly. Tormenting and teasing her because he was an asshole.

[2/7/2017 6:38:44 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May groaned in frustration, her body desperately trying to move and gain more friction. "Ohh fuck.. Please! Please WolfDaddy! Please fuck me... Hmm... W-with your big cock! Make me scream... Please please..." The little blonde begged and pleaded, her little body trembling with need.

[2/7/2017 8:16:28 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy grinned and placed a kiss to the back of her head, his hands slid down to clamp at her hips and the brute began to pump himself in and out of her tiny little body. His speed was wild and free, untamable and swift. His shaft drenched in the sacred mix of her bodies juices and his pre-cum made his pumping complete bliss for the FrenchWolf who tilted his head back and nearly let out a howl of wolffish pleasure. "YES!" He bellowed and pounded into her relentlessly as a fever took a hold of him and set his body on fire. He bucked up into her several times before his hand moved from her tiny hip bones to visit her clit again. Once there he began to toy with the sensitive little nub, rubbing wild circles while his cock slid along inside her bodies hold. The beast then reached up and clutched at her breasts as if they were his and squeezed in a claiming movement.

[2/7/2017 9:24:22 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: May gasped and cried out in pleasure, her body rocking with Remys thrusts as he pounded into her. "Ohhh yes! WolfDaddyyyy!" She cried out in pleasure, panting and squirming with with an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy that only he seemed able to give her. The little blonde arched her back, pushing into him so she could be even closer still.

[2/8/2017 6:13:51 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Coming together like that was his sweet little girl was bliss. The FrenchWolf growled and grunted in her ears letting her know the devil had her in his clutches. Remy rubbed at her clit, his other hand moving to pinch at her little nipple through her lace bralet. Feverishly his cock throbbed, swelled and dumped the first thread of cum inside his little. He cried out a curse word and bucked into her body so hard the couch skidded across the wooden floor. Remy drowned in his sin, his orgasm gripping him as did her body and sent the fiend over the edge. His prick bobbed and released a full load of molten, slick cum inside her quivering body while he kept bouncing his hips against her bare white ass which received a unprecedented swat from his hand just then.

[2/8/2017 7:11:32 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: "F-Fuck... Ohh god.." She got out out in strangled gasps as she felt him cum not once but twice within her. She felt herself tighten around his member, trying to pull him deeper in still. "WolfDaddyyy.." She purred, her hips moving back and forth to meet his thrusts, a quiet Yelp escaping her at the smack.

[2/9/2017 12:20:55 PM] Jesse || Remy Noir: Remy gushed so hard that the little blonde was already dripping with his cum and would be for a few days. He left his mark one way or another. Instead of pulling himself from her he stayed connected and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, he murmured with pleasure into the silk of her blonde hair and rocked his hips against her backside in a slow sway. "Such a good girl." He chimed in her ear, leaning forward to lay a kiss on her cheek. "Takin' all of yer WolfDaddys load so well." He added smugly pleased.

[2/9/2017 4:29:25 PM] T ~ May/Joy/Mavrick: She whined happily as he held her, her body relaxing into his as she took slow deep breaths, trying to calm her ragged breathing. "Your good girl.." She murmured back sweetly, leaning back to rest her head on his chest. "Thank you.." She murmured sweetly, looking back at him.

Remy hugged her tight, not wanting to let go -ever. He snickered, amused with her gratitude and growled into her ear softly. “Yer welcome~” The  wicked smile flashing upon his face left one to wonder what he was thinking; for the load? or for the aftercare. probably both he concluded and  nuzzled into her contently before the couple parted ways and went about their day.

FIN FIN FIN

[bookforwhatitsworth]

Chapter One: You’re My Favorite

“The more I think about, the more I want to let you know: That everything you do is super-duper cute…” ~ Nevershoutnever

Upon opening her eyes, Auralee noticed the snow outside her window. It was reflecting the bright winter sunlight and causing it to resonate across the yard. Slipping on some house shoes, she walked outside to embrace the magnificence of the first snowfall of the year. Snowflakes were still gingerly dropping from the sky onto her soft, pale skin. Giggling as one landed on her nose, she brushed a lock of her hair behind her shoulder, breathing in deeply. The cool air was so refreshing that it felt as though it was forming icicles in her throat. Closing her bright blue eyes, Aura fell backwards directly into the snow; a mess of dark brown hair falling around her. She lay there for what felt like hours, wishing it were possible to spend her day there daydreaming in the snow. Suddenly, a voice rang across the snowy yard, breaking her daydream as it hit her ears. Aura opened her eyes and sat up to see her mother motioning for her to come inside. She groaned and stood up, brushing the snow from her bony legs. Once again, her mom’s voice wafted across the yard, growing more and more irritated.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Aura yelled, frustrated by her mother’s impatience. As she approached the house, she cringed at her mom’s stance. She had her body cocked to the side, arms crossed in front of her, and her “fretful” look painted her face.

“Go get ready for school; you’re going to be late.”

She nodded and weaved past her, making her way to her bedroom to finish getting her books together. Outside her window, the snow was still delicately falling, coating everything with a glistening white. She sighed, desiring to go lie in it, letting it engulf her and freeze all of her cares away. Slipping on her warm cashmere sweater, Aura slipped out the door and into the kitchen where her mother was standing in front of a warm, freshly baked cinnamon roll and a cup of hot chocolate.

“Eat, you need to keep up your strength,” her mother chimed. Aura looked down at the food, grimacing at the smell. She opened her mouth to say ‘no, thank you’, but realized it wasn’t worth the argument.

“I’m already running late, mom. I’ll just eat it on the way,” she insisted, grabbing the food and walking out the door. As the door closed behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. She cautiously slid the food into the trash can and closed the lid, trying her best not to make any noise, and continued to her car that was waiting for her in the driveway. It had finally come to the point where she no longer felt guilty for throwing away the food her mother prepared for her. This was a necessary thing if she wanted to stay as thin and pretty as she always dreamed she would. The sweater was barely even keeping her warm. Yeah, she felt frozen solid almost constantly nowadays, but it never hurt to try. The car’s engine roared to life, and she backed out of the driveway. The snow was never much of an issue for the people around her town, especially when it came to driving. The first snow fall came around October and didn’t melt away until around April. Still, it came as no surprise when there were wrecks or skid marks on the snow covered roads on the way to the small private high school she and her friends attended.

Pulling into the parking lot, she noticed her boyfriend, Dante, standing beside his car, smoking a cigarette and waiting for her. As she pulled up, he threw the cigarette on the ground and put it out with his foot. She stepped out of her car, a beaming smile stretching across her thin face. Before she could say a word, Dante embraced her in a warm hug and kissed her forehead. Blushing, she looked up at him and ran her hands through his dark hair and grinned wildly.

“What?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around her small waist.

Aura shook her head and kissed his nose, “It’s nothing. I just love you and can’t wait to hang out with you this afternoon. Where do you want to go eat?” Dante rolled his eyes and grinned broadly.

“I don’t know why you ever ask. We both know where you want to go,” he said, lighting another cigarette from his pocket.

“And where do you think I want to go so badly?” She smirked; her voice saturated with happiness. He narrowed his eyes at her, jokingly.

“The Mexican Grille on the corner.” Aura giggled sweetly, making his heart melt.

“Awe, you know me so well!” She cried blissfully.

“Have faith in me, Aur. We’ve been dating forever. You’re my girl. Of course I know what you want.”

“Two years isn’t quite forever.” Dante flicked his Marlboro onto the ground.

“Come on; let’s get to class before we’re late.” He grabbed her cold hand and began to walk away, his touch warmed her numb fingers. Aura was in a state of complete delight. A perfect body, a perfect boyfriend, perfect friends, a perfect first snow. She couldn’t think of a reason not to be happy.

Once they arrived at her class, she unhappily kissed Dante goodbye. After promising to meet at their normal place after class, they departed. She quietly glided into her seat beside her best friend Remi, still tickled by the divine start of her day.

“Someone is in a good mood,” Remi chimed. “Looking thin, too! Have you lost more weight?” Aura smiled and nodded, glad that someone was noticing how fit she had become in the past two years. She loved the compliments, they made her feel accomplished.

“Another five pounds,” she responded proudly. She had never looked this good, or been this happy, in her entire life. Aura shifted happily in her chair and began to write a note to Dante as the teacher began to drone on and on about the skeletal system, the muscular system, and so on. Then, she started to daydream, thinking about the past two years with Dante; the day they met, their first date, their first kiss, going to the beach every summer. Everything was perfect, always had been. She felt another wave of happiness rush over her, barely able to pay attention.

“Aura Pinson, can you please tell the class what the fingers are also known as?” Aura’s head popped up, expelling her from her daydream.

“The phalanges,” she answered without skipping a beat. Her teacher, Mr. Amarno, slightly narrowed his eyes and smirked.

“Well, pay attention. Stop your fantasizing. If you ever want to gradu--” he began, cut off by the ringing of the bell. She quickly gathered her things, stood up and walked out of the door, blowing a kiss back to Mr. Amarno with a smug grin on her face. Dante was standing up against the lockers, waiting for her arrival so he could walk her to her next class. They both pulled little folded notes out of their pockets. It was their own little tradition, they wrote notes to each other in every class, so that they both have a note to read and write during every block. She felt really grateful that they had such an easy relationship; a few arguments, but nothing serious.

“Baby, do you think we will always be this in love?” she said suddenly. He stopped walking and held her face in his hands, looking straight into her eyes.

“Of course! You are, and always will be, my little doll. And I love you with every piece of my heart.” Dante leaned down and kissed her softly. “You’re my favorite.” She smiled, relishing in the sweet things he said. As they reached her class, they looked at each other sadly.

“I hate being away from you,” she whispered softly.

“I know, I do, too. I’ll see you after class,” he replied, walking away.