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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 37 - Unsafe

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Gallic Chick and Porcelet escorted Adrien into his mansion. They crossed the parlor to the stairs when Gabriel cleared his throat. They stopped and stared up at him.

“Thank you for bringing my son home. You may leave,” Gabriel announced.

�� “Sir, with all due respect, we need-,” Porcelet started.

“Leave. Now. I won’t ask it again.”

Gallic Chick opened her mouth, but Porcelet stopped her. They exchanged glances before they turned and left. Adrien gulped and turned to Gabriel.

“Father, please. They helped me. You can-.”

“You’re not leaving this house again, Adrien.”

“What? Why?”

“Why? Why? Are you that daft? There is a villain out there that took you from the school with ease. A villain that was using you to get to the butterfly man. What makes you think I’d let you back out there with such a villain running around?”

“You certainly had no problem with it after those girls assaulted me! You had no issue with assigning me a bodyguard with the ulterior motive of her being my fucking betrothed without my consent! Is anything you actually do meant for my safety? Do you even really care about me?”

“Adrien! What has gotten into you? I am your father. You will not use such language or tone with me.”

“That’s what you’re concerned with? Nothing else? Does this really mean that you don’t care about me?”

“How could you ask such a question? Of course I care. I will always do what is best for you whether you like it or not.”

“What’s best for me, or what’s convenient for you?”

“Adrien, how could-?”

“You haven’t done what’s best for me in ages. You kept me caged here after Mom died. You refused to let me go to school and be with other people my age. You blamed me for those girls, that were supervillains, assaulting me. You made a deal for a bodyguard to also be my future wife without my consent or care about what either of us wanted. Now you want to cage me again because there’s nothing stopping that villain from getting me at school or at home. So, what difference does it make at this point? Does anything even matter at all?”

“Enough! Nathalie, take Adrien to his room. He is not to leave this house ever again!” Gabriel roared.

Adrien watched Gabriel storm off while Nathalie nudged him forward. He sighed and obeyed Nathalie’s silent instruction. He headed up to his room with her behind him. He plopped down on his couch and glared at the blank TV screen. Nathalie closed the door and leaned against the couch.

“Bold move there, Adrien. When did you get such a bite?” Nathalie asked.

“Why do you care?”

“Because you seemed like you wanted to talk, but I’ll leave you alone if-.”

“What is his problem? Doesn’t he see that it doesn’t matter where I go or what I do, I’m in danger? Does he honestly believe me staying here is the best thing when it puts everyone else in as much danger?”

“Would it not be the same if you stayed in school? Would your new friends be in just as much danger? If it came down to it, who would you want to put in that danger? Your friends, or Gabriel and the rest of us?”

Adrien grimaced and looked away.

“It’s not an easy decision, Adrien. No matter how you look at it, someone will get hurt. This way, should trouble find itself here, Gabriel can have a say in trying to keep you safe, not that he really could in the end.”

“But why? What does he care? He didn’t care before.”

Nathalie chuckled and headed for the door. “Make no mistake, Adrien, Gabriel does care. He just needs his eyes opened a little.”

“How can I make him see then? How can I get him to listen?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m sure that’ll wake him up before long. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to oversee dinner preparations.”

Adrien watched Nathalie leave before he turned back to his TV. He pulled his knees close to him as Stompp plopped onto his shoulder.

“So, what do we do now?” Stompp asked.

“I don’t know, Stompp. I don’t want to stay here, but Nathalie has a point. If I head out, be with my friends, would I not be putting them in just as much danger? Even if they’re heroes, would I not be putting them in compromising positions just to ensure my safety?”

“I mean, most likely. The only time you’d be safe is if you’re out as a hero, but even that can be risky. Not saying you shouldn’t, but just be prepared before you head into battle.”

“How so?”

“Like Master said, with my power, you will be safe from the commands of the peacock, however that power will only last for five minutes at your current stage. Which can be enough time providing you outsmart the peacock woman. Because, no offense, but she seems smarter than all of you. Almost like those sciencey research types. You know, the kind that do anything for the pursuit of knowledge.”

“So, I’m screwed no matter what?”

“Uh, well, maybe? But it should be fine! At least, I hope it will. I’m honestly not sure what’ll happen and it’s kinda scary. I’ve not seen a human like this since the Mage.”

“The Mage? What was he like?”

Stompp looked in the distance as his eyes glazed over. “I don’t completely remember the whole thing. There are just… splinters. His determination to discover new things, push the boundaries, and make something new. It was intoxicating… but terrifying.”

“Terrifying? How so?”

“I just… I remember such a whole feeling. A sense of togetherness. It was warm, lavish, and everything. Then there was hollow, crushing loneliness. Like I was torn away from it and cast out. After that, we woke up as we were and in the possession of humans under the supervision of the Mage. We seemed to be doing good things at the time, but before long, we were contained again. When we woke up again, we were in the hands of the Order.”

“The Order?”

“That’s right. The Order of the Guardians. It’s who Master was affiliated with before the temple vanished, along with all the other miraculous jewels.”

“Woah! What happened?”

“We don’t know. We just woke up and the temple was gone. We tried to ask Master when we had chances, but we never got an answer. But that was also when we learned about Duusu and Nooroo missing.”

“Duusu is the peacock, right? Who is Nooroo?”

“Yes, and Nooroo is the butterfly. We lost them both after that incident. We never knew what happened to them, until now. They’ve fallen into, well, I suppose evil hands.”

“You suppose? I don’t understand. They seem pretty evil to me.”

Stompp shook his head. “Something doesn’t seem right. The Hawkmoth one is just an idiot. Even I can see he’s not devoted to his villainy. Oh, let’s send out a villain once a week, maybe every other week. Oh, I’m so scared! Pitiful. But that peacock… don’t underestimate her. I fear if you do, it’ll be your undoing.”

“What should I do then? If I can’t fight her, and she may come for me again, what can I even do?”

“Assess the situation. Comply, and I don’t mean with her. Comply with your father.”

“What? Why?”

“Think about it. Out in the city, the peacock could attack from anywhere. Here, there’s control. You know the ins and outs, who comes and goes, and more. You truly are safest here. Here you have a fighting chance, as little as it already is.”

“That’s a bittersweet sentiment. I mean, yeah I’m safe, but I don’t want to be stuck here the entire time.”

“Well, how about when you head out, you are as a hero. You still have me after all. You aren’t completely benched.”

“But what if Mayura takes you? What then?”

Stompp considered. “I don’t think she will. If she knew, I don’t think she’d pass up on the knowledge it could bring her. But that is only if she knows. Keep it hidden, and you shouldn’t have to worry about it.”

Adrien smiled and nuzzled Stompp. “Thank you.”

“Hey, I do what I can. It may not be much, but I do what I can.”

“Hey, what do you say we go pay a visit to our friends. Let them know what’s going on.”

Stompp grinned. “You know what to say.”

Adrien nodded. He messaged the others to meet at Le Grand Paris. He slipped his phone into his pocket and stood.

“Stompp, charge ahead.”

Stompp disappeared into the nose ring. Adrien’s clothes transformed into a blue gray jacket with a dark blue collar and rolled cuffs with gold studs, multicolored blue layered strap shirt, pants, blue gloves with light blue fingers, and blue boots with light blue ox -styled toes. A pair of dark blue belts with gold studs wrapped around each of his thighs and a similar belt around his hip with an ox head buckle. The look was completed with a pair of golden ox horns atop his head and a blue ox tail.

Adrien grinned and headed out to Le Grand Paris. He landed on the rooftop where he saw Gallic Chick and Porcelet waiting. They waved him down as he joined them.

“Check out the new threads on you!” Gallic Chick cooed.

“You look amazing!” Porcelet praised.

Adrien blushed and looked away. “Oh, it’s nothing much. Just thought I’d try something a little different.”

“It’s a really good different. And perfect for the designers of Paris,” Gallic Chick commented.

“What do you mean?” Adrien asked.

“You know that Heroes Day nonsense? Well, I might have overheard Mother talking about how uninspiring our designs were and these whole fashion lines were going to be an utter disaster. I then went to Daddy and ask him about it, and that’s when I learned he commissioned the elite designers of Paris to create special hero themed clothes lines. Oh, and something about a contest for newbie designers to get their big break and have the heroes model the winning designs.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “That’s amazing!”

“Right? So, and I shared this with Bloody Bug shortly, but I was thinking we ditch the lame supersuits for something way cooler. Give the designers something more. Like what you’re doing, uh, what do we call you?”

Adrien hummed. “How about… Taureau?”

“I love it,” Porcelet cheered.

“It works,” Gallic Chick remarked.

“Oh, and speaking of Bug, where is she?” Taureau asked.

“I dunno. When I messaged her all that, she posted to the group chat that she’s currently preoccupied, but she informed our temp cat about this meeting. So, we should be meeting your temp replacement,” Gallic Chick answered.

Taureau frowned and opened his mouth when a chill ran up his spine. He felt a shadow hover over him that disturbed the air. He moved to turn when a pair of hands gripped his shoulders. He screamed and tore himself away as a girl cackled like a witch. He hid behind Porcelet as he got a good look at the girl.

The girl was as tall as Juleka and shared her pale skin. She was draped in a black, hooded cloak with black gloves, boots, and pants with shifting ghastly green ghost mist and lights. Her eyes matched Chat Noir’s, but her mask covered her mouth with a hissing cat mouth etched onto it. Beneath her hood were bands of black hair with dyed green tips. A cat tail wagged behind her that betrayed her mirth.

“And just who are you?” Gallic Chick challenged.

“I am Death… Death Noire.” Death Noire spoke in a hushed, chilling tone.

Taureau shuddered and gulped. “Y-you don’t say. Uh, pleased to, uh, meet you.”

Death Noire darted around Porcelet to Taureau. “So, you’re Chat Noir, eh? Pleasure to meet you, cat to, well, ox.”

Taureau forced a smile as Porcelet moved between him and Death Noire.

“Pleasure to meet you, Death Noire. I’m Porcelet.”

“Pleasure is all mine, little piggy. And you, rooster girl, must be Gallic Chick, right?”

Gallic Chick flipped her hair. “The one and only.”

Death Noire hummed as she looked around. “I’m missing something. I had a plus one. Where did… ah ha!”

Taureau raised a brow as he watched Death Noire dart past Gallic Chick to the patio railing. He tilted his head when he saw the tip of white rabbit ears. He watched as Death Noire grabbed Harlequin and tossed him into the middle of everyone.

Porcelet cooed. “Bunny!”

“Wait, how long have we had a rabbit?” Gallic Chick demanded.

“It’s long and complicated, but the short of it is he was given a kwami first, then the miraculous thingy by Bloody Bug,” Death Noire answered.

“So, he’s not really part of the team, right?”

“Oh, he is now.”

“And who are you to make that call?” Harlequin demanded.

Death Noire got in Harlequin’s face and stared him dead in the eyes. “Because you need to get out from your doom, gloom, and self-loathing. I’m tired of listening to your pitiful ‘woe be me’ songs because you don’t have the balls to break up with your girlfriend that doesn’t love you anymore and hopelessly pines for short-tempered red head.”

“Wait! Wait! Luka?” Gallic Chick screeched.

“What? How’d you know?” Harlequin asked.

“Because Gallic Chick also has a crush on a short-tempered red head,” Porcelet commented.

“Porcelet!” Gallic Chick screamed.

“Wait a minute. Chloe?” Harlequin asked looking at Gallic Chick.

“Huh, I thought I recognized that hatred,” Death Noire remarked.

“Excuse me, what? How could anyone hate me?” Gallic Chick asked.

“You bullied me for years until I snapped off at you promising to offer you up as a ritual sacrifice to the ancient horrors bound to the land. I also claimed that not even the devil would want your soul and you’d be forced to wander the Earth as a forgotten soul, bound to become a horror. You didn’t believe me until I started bringing materials to school to perform what you thought was a satanic ritual.”

Gallic Chick’s face twisted in confusion before it twisted in disgust. “Juleka?”

Death Noire bowed.

“Oh! That makes sense. Luka wouldn’t be caught away from Juleka. We never saw Luka on the field, but now that Juleka is, we’ll see Luka too. Brilliant!” Porcelet mused.

“And, at a guess, Chat Noir is Adrien, and Porcelet, I’m guessing you’re Sabrina.”

“Woah! How’d you figure it out?” Porcelet asked.

“You’re never far from Chloe as Luka is never far from me. And Adrien here is the only person that had been recently threatened and was also the first person Alix really got close to. Which should mean nothing if I didn’t already know who Bloody Bug is.”

“She told you, didn’t she?” Taureau asked.

Death Noire nodded.

“Well, I’m glad we could get this sorted out, I guess. Should make things easier, right?” Porcelet commented.

“Close. We still don’t have Bomb Bee,” Taureau commented.

“Bomb Bee? Where are they? I was told I’d get to meet the whole-.”

Death Noire stopped as she leaned back. She turned as Bomb Bee jumped onto the rooftop with them.

“What’s up girls? Oh, and guys,” Bomb Bee cheered.

Death Noire raised a brow then squealed. “Alya!”

Bomb Bee smirked. “Oh, who told you about little ol’ me?”

“Me. I’d recognize that familiarity anywhere. Just like Mylene and Alix. I’d say Rose too, but she’s more than you three. No offense.”

Bomb Bee grinned. “Wait, Juleka? Is it really you?”

Bomb Bee and Death Noire squealed as they twirled each other around.

“This is amazing! We just need Rose and Mylene, then we’ll have the full squad!” Bomb Bee exclaimed.

“Full squad? You won’t bring in Marinette, will you?” Porcelet asked.

“No,” Bomb Bee, Death Noire, and Harlequin all said.

Gallic Chick, Porcelet, and Taureau all exchanged glances.

“Uh, may I ask why? You all seemed the best of friends. As close as me and Gallic Chick,” Porcelet asked.

“She’s… changed. And this isn’t blaming you, but it really started with Adrien,” Bomb Bee admitted.

“What do you mean? How am I the cause?” Taureau asked.

“She just… she kept saying how much she was in love. It was… I don’t know. It was strange, but I just thought she was madly in love. You know, that true love stuff we’re always fed in stories. We all just brushed it off as that and tried to help her get close to you,” Bomb Bee admitted.

“Until Bee told us about the day at the Louvre. We, uh, may have also suggested she date someone else to get her mind off you. That’s when Rose and I sorta pushed Luka to ask her out. We honestly expected her to say no, but she accepted,” Death Noire added.

Taureau trotted over and sat beside Harlequin. “How’s that been?”

Harlequin shook his head. “I hate it. I can feel the love in her heart, but only when you are mentioned or seen. But once I’m around, it’s all gone, but she puts on a show. She pretends to like me, but her eyes are still on you.”

“Why don’t you break up with her?”

Harlequin sneered and shot to his feet. “You think I haven’t tried? You think I haven’t reached out to her, wanting to talk? Wanting to break it off? I’ve even texted her that we’re done, but she ignores me. She continues to put up her act that I’m her boyfriend when her heart is only for you, and I hate it. I hate listening to it. I hate being near it.”

“Near what?” Porcelet asked.

“Her heart’s song. It was beautiful before, but now it scares me. It’s like the beautiful serenades of people in love, but twisted and bastardized. But not just that. There are loud undertones I’ve heard in other softer, sweeter melodies. But it’s far from soft or sweet. It’s ravenous, unfulfilled, and wanting. A hunger that can never be sated.”

Taureau gulped and hugged himself. Porcelet placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile.

“I’m here,” Porcelet whispered.

Tears fell from Taureau’s eyes as he hugged Porcelet.

“Hey, so, this may be a bad time, but what happened that day? You know, with Volpina and Heart’s Design?” Bomb Bee asked.

“Bomb Bee, please, leave him-,” Porcelet started.

“They assaulted me,” Taureau whispered.

Bomb Bee covered her mouth, Harlequin flinched, and Death Noire’s eyes widened.

“That explains a lot,” Bomb Bee whispered.

“More than a lot. Chat Noir, we promise, we’ll do everything we can to keep her away from you,” Death Noire whispered.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want to be what ruins your friendship with her, please,” Taureau whimpered.

“I think there’s nothing left to salvage at this point,” Death Noire hissed.

“If… if that’s the case, can you do me a favor?” Taureau asked.

“Anything. Name it,” Bomb Bee said.

“Marinette wanted to talk with Bloody Bug, and Bug agreed. Can you be there to keep an eye on Bug? I don’t know what will happen, but I’m scared something will.”

“Why not just tell her not to go?” Gallic Chick asked.

“Well, hold up. It would be a chance to really see what Marinette is after. Furthermore, it gives us a chance to snoop,” Porcelet pointed out.

“Go on,” Bomb Bee urged.

“Well, with Gallic Chick’s powers, she could become invisible and take a look around while Bloody Bug speaks with Marinette. See what evidence we can find to build a case against her and keep her away from Adrien.”

“I like the way she thinks,” Death Noire purred.

“Same. Let’s do it!” Bomb Bee exclaimed.

“You know I’ll do anything to keep Adrikins safe,” Gallic Chick boasted.

“Perfect. When is the meeting?” Death Noire asked.

“Two nights from now at nine in the evening,” Taureau answered.

“Excellent. See you all then?” Bomb Bee asked.

“Yes, yes. I will need you lot added to the group chat. So, you can give me your numbers now or I can get them from Bloody Bug. Your choice,” Gallic Chick remarked.

Bomb Bee and Death Noire sighed as they gave Gallic Chick their numbers, including Harlequin’s. They said their good-byes and headed off. Taureau sighed and stepped back.

“I should probably head home. I meant to bring it up, but Gabriel is restricting me to the mansion again,” Taureau whispered.

“What? Absolutely not! I’m going to-!” Gallic Chick started.

“No! Please. It’s safer this way. For me and you guys,” Taureau said.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No. Nathalie and Stompp did.”

Gallic Chick relaxed a little, but crossed her arms.

“Are you ok with this?” Porcelet asked.

“No, but I get it. I don’t like it, but the last thing I want is for any of you to get hurt, or put yourselves in a compromising position just for me. Your safety is just as important as mine and I can’t recklessly play with that. Especially knowing Bloody Bug,” Taureau explained.

“Yeah. You should have seen it earlier. We had to gag her as we dragged her away so she wouldn’t transform in the middle of the schoolyard. It was… it was unpleasant,” Porcelet admitted.

Taureau grimaced. “I don’t want a repeat of that again.”

“Ok, but promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Message us immediately if you’re in danger. If you feel anything, tell us, please. Your safety is just as important as ours.”

Taureau blinked, then smiled. “I will. As long as it’s in my power, I’ll let you all know.”

“Thank you. And we’ll be sure to visit, right, Gallic Chick?”

“Well, of course. Who are we? Gabriel?” Gallic Chick retorted.

Porcelet smiled. “Be safe, Kitten.”

“You too, Rin.”

Taureau and Porcelet planted a kiss on each other’s cheeks, then rubbed their noses together. They giggled and shared a hug before Taureau headed home.

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sencity · 1 year ago

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yan! botanist content? i am eating this up, we are so well-fed. but dare i present, yan! botanist x entomologist darling?

hear me out… as a botanist, he does happen to dabble in fieldwork from time to time. prior to meeting you, he’s always gone out alone, but that won’t be necessary anymore, not with you around of course. and, oh, how perfect it is that you too, partake in nature research.

conducting fieldwork with him is so wonderful! he’s so knowledgeable, and surprisingly even a bit in entomology; plants and insects are crucial for their environment and one another, you know. he’s showing you all the beautiful flora, even informing you about their histories and roles in the ecosystem. while you’re studying the insects, he offers to help catch them in jars for you! no matter how many bug bites he gets, it’s all worth it for you. and how his heart swells with absolute love and adoration when you patch him up with bandaids and kisses afterwards.

nothing beats bonding over two people’s passions that co-exist perfectly–– especially when you’re in a grand field, of tall grass and little visibility, miles and miles away from any type of civilization; no one to bother the both of you, no one to take you away from him, just you two.

RAHH this man has awakened something in me…

you don’t understand how i’m tittering in my covers reading ts. my mind FLOODED with ideas bro. just… let me add onto this thought. your mind is WONDROUS.

nightmare fuel: none, unfortunately. except me not proofreading.

sen’s statement(s): link to the rest of my yandere!stinkers, let alone the yandere!botanist because why not?

it was a given that mother nature had finally answered his prayers; of course his love interest has an adoration towards insects! could life get any better!? insects are essential to plant life and vice versa. it’s the universe telling you that he needs you, and you need him! the two of you will soon flourish under each other’s love, why wouldn’t you become the butterfly to his pistil?

although you’ve forgotten about the times when he’d try to act cool for you or a little uncharacteristically, he surely goes out of his way to assist you on your projects. whether it’s collecting blister beetles in jars for your research despite the seething pain emerging in his palms or leading you into secluded fields to chase butterflies with wings that match the colors of your guys’ eyes, he’ll be there! still, you do tend to question his motives when he asks what a certain flower reminds you of and comes up with some poetic, philosophical answer to impress you. jeez, save it for the yandere!poet…

“is that right? hm, i’d assume that wisteria reminds you of your dreams… or that little starfish you’re so fond of—”

“the ochre sea star! yes, they’re nowhere near as perfect as you, but they’re lovely—oh! or plums and grapes! i love purple!”

there’s the sencha you love, the one who rambles about his simplistic passions and dislikes since he’s easily (dis)pleased. you’re here to listen to them all, even if they’re a little irrational and aimless like stick bugs…

goddamn, he can’t stand stick bugs.

even though he alters his personality to your liking sometimes (and fails horrifically, of course) he sometimes manages to appeal to your interest… by being himself. there was a time when you fixated on fireflies, wanting to study the patterns and language of their little light bulbs or what genetics causes some lightning bugs to not glow. sencha of course ran with this information and wanted to help to his best ability by insisting on you to sit your pretty self on the porch while he fetches a few for your research. you weren’t too fond of the idea of him doing the job for you, also potentially taking the fun out of it, but you allowed it this once…

you were going to go retrieve him since it seemed that he disappeared, but it just took him so long to collect so many. you would think he used the jar method again but decided that that’s not enough to truly get you to believe that he loves you, therefore he attracted fireflies with his bare hands…

…by coating his hands and forearms with sugar water in order to please the ravenous lightning bugs. primary his sticky hands were coated with tiny gleaming lights since he started off catching them with his palms, and it’s only natural for the rest of them to follow in pursuit.

“i uh, made a few friends along the way…?” he would titter unsurely as his arms expressed ethereality. he was referring to the random moths or flies that were also interested in the treacly treat, but that was the last thing you were fixated on since you were ordering him to not move so you could take pictures…

the two of you were truly an inseparable duo, a nature fusion much like leaf bugs or orchid mantises…

while we’re on the subject of orchids, the flower is one the both of you are very fond of, even though the both of you are suffering from a silly case of synesthesia.

when y/n hears the word orchid she sees a fuzzy yellow that resembles a bumble bee ever so faultlessly. she could never forget how he managed to get his hands on a bee orchid just to prove that his field of study compliments yours greatly. his point has only been proven even more when you giddily bring up that “orchid mantises” exist somewhere in the wild…

when sencha reads the word orchid, your honey-imbued lips drip onto his taste buds which awakens his sweet tooth and sends him into a sugar rush. you were a gift from mother nature, handcrafted by the goddess psyche herself. he even grew different species of orchids just because he cares for the flower so much!

normally you would adulate the bed of vibrant orchids and laborious pollinators that sprawled across the fields while pondering about those simple facts, whereas he would adulate you like how the tides adore the sand. it’s very hard to wrap around that the two of you were a match-made in heaven; he was sure to make you his once the fireflies began to coruscate …

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These days, most modding discussion seems, for better or for worse, to take place on Discord servers, and that is imo your best bet for finding people available to answer questions. So I strongly recommend questions be directed to a server such as the Frosty Toolsuite, DAI Modding, or Mass Effect Modding discord.

For good measure, here's a link to the Dragon Age Origns Modding discord for Origins/DA2 mods.

☆ Can I message you off-tumblr?

↳ Yes, you can DM me on the Nexus, or if we are mutual members of a modding discord server, you should be able to find and DM me from there.

☆ Solas/Abelas/Fenris/Orsino is taller than the other male elves in the game, right?

↳ No. ♡

☆ Are you sure?

↳ Yes. ♡

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kiankiwi · 10 months ago

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Hi....

I felt I needed to say something about why me pumping out fics is very slow right now. I know you guys will tell me that I don't owe anyone an explanation BUT I just wanted to explain.

First off I JUST got done being sick and when I was ill, I didn't have the motivation to write full fledged fics (if you can tell, I've only really been keeping up with my felix catton au) I'm not going anywhere I promise, I'm just not going to be very fast posting fics... :(

So I am better now but for the past 3 days I've just sat on my couch and speed read through the last half of 3 separate books (meaning I've read 7 300+ page books in the last month)

And I'm just REALLY in love with reading right now so I'm letting myself rot on my bed reading away instead of forcing myself to write. And I know myself, I know that if I force myself to write, I'll HATE the end product fic and if I hate it, I don't want to publish it! Because if I don't enjoy what i write, you won't enjoy reading it ykwim?

If any of you guys (and anons too) have sent me a request at all in the last few days, I SEE YOU! Just PLEASE be patient with me because I love your ideas and i don't want to give you guys shitty writing

So please be patient with me! I haven't gone anywhere, I'm okay, I'm just really into my books at the moment! I just have to wait for inspiration I guess <3

Yeah, nothing dramatic, just asking you guys to be patient with me until the writing bug bites me and gives me inspiration again :)

Thank you for understanding. Please don't disappear :)

@earthbaby-angelboy @mooodyblue @elvispresleywife @arianatheangel-girl @sillybookmarks @vintagepresley

#kiwiswriting

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aew-kun-age-regression · 1 year ago

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always going to encourage malia headcanons!! she’s literal babyyyy

Hiii!! This was all the motivation I needed to write these 😂

I really hope these make sense and somewhat fit Malia's character as I wasn't actually introduced to her character before Netflix took Teen Wolf off of Netflix :(

(I might have gotten a little carried away here but I had loads of thoughts sooo 🤷)

Regressor Malia Tate/Hale Headcannons

She doesn't have a set age range that she regresses to. She missed 8 years of her childhood so I really just see her regression being different day to day.

Her regression started off fully involuntary!!! Her friends became her family and so as she felt safe she ended up regressing for the first time! (I want to write this idea)

I think the first time she regressed she was with most of the pack at a movie night or something chill like that. She had no idea what was going on but the others put the pieces together!!!

Omg she loves to bite and chew things!!! Someone has to buy her (and keep on them) chewalry for her because she will forget to bring hers! And trust me she needs it!

^ Jumpers, teddies, her fingers, random items she finds (rocks ect)

^ she has to be monitored if she's ever playing with smaller toys because she will put it in her mouth. 😂

She benefits from having a list of rules. I think it would help her figure out whats acceptable and what maybe isn't? (Such as trying to eat dirt and bugs..)

Peter, Derek and Lydia are normally the ones who look after her. (Noah has watched over her tho on more than one occasion! Especially if Stiles is regressed with her!)

Lydia takes her shopping to get 'kid' clothes, toys anything she could possibly want!!!

^ Peter always tries to come on these shopping trips to bond with Malia!!!

Once Lydia ended up regressed whilst shopping with Malia and that's when the two girls decided that maybe Peter coming with wasn't such a bad idea (he ended up supervising them 😂)

Peter learns to braid her hair!!! (Mainly to stop her from eating it but still he learns)

^ He's extremely good at this 😂😂😂

She loves cartoons!! Anything bright and colourful works!! Peppa pig, bluey, blues clues? Literally anything!!! 😂

Wooden toys >>>

Her, Lydia and Stiles watch Disney films together (+Isaac sometimes joins!!!)

Her and Scott love racing each other!!! (If Malia's too young to walk let alone run then someone will automatically have to have her in on their back and they shall have to run with her on their back instead)

Scott always goes easy on Malia when playing games (Even when he himself is regressed.)

Drawing!!! Give her crayons and watch her!! (She loves them and she has so much fun! If you take your eyes of her she will most definitely draw on the walls :/)

I feel like because she likes chewing and biting pacis are hard to keep in decent condition.

She loves the plastic sippy cups (so she doesn't chew the rubber?)

PLEASE SOMEONE PAINT HER FACE!! She would love face painting and glitter tattoos!!! <33

#agere blog #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw little post #little space #agere little #aewlittlerambles #sfw little community #aewlittleheadcannons #teen wolf age regression #teen wolf agere #regressor!malia hale #regressor!malia tate #little!malia hale #little!malia tate

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 1 year ago

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Dark Forest Resident: Cavestar

Aliases / Nicknames: Cavegleam

Gender: male

Sexuality: pansexual

Family: Figaroleaf (mother), unnamed father, Frogwhistle, Dawntooth, Carnationwhistle, Pineclaw (sisters), Sweetpad (mate), Fumblefur, Sunnytalon (daughters), Avalancestripe, Mousenight, Bristlespeck (sons), Cragstreak (kit)

Other Relations: Flipbellow (mentor), Lilydusk, Lilynudge, Newtleg (apprentices), Stormmark (Dark Forest apprentice)

Clan: WhistleClan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: ADHD, declawed, charismatic, keen-eyed, good hunter, prone to anger

Murder Motive: kills to feel a sense of relief

Number of Victims: 32+

Number of Murders: 32+

Murder Method: infected wounds, he’s not picky!

Known Victims: Moonfleck, Ashenheart, Whimsyfoot, Lavenderlightning, Partridgehollow, Vineflower, Heronquill, Several unnamed SwiftClan cats, all Black Rabbit victims by proxy

Victim Profile: anyone

Cause of Death: killed by Cavernfilt

Cautionary Tale: do not let vengeance take your soul

Story:

Heard from the medicine den while catching bugs…

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen this before in plenty of other cats. He just needs a little extra support.”

Heard from his mentor…

“In Dark and Star’s name, how do you know all of this?”

Heard from his leader…

“I name you Cavegleam.”

Heard from his Clan…

“Cavegleam! Cavegleam!”

Heard from his closest sister…

“Hurry! Twolegs are coming this way, we need to hide!”

Heard from his mate….

“Cavegleam! I thought the Twolegs took you! I thought you were….”

Heard from his medicine cat.

“I’m so sorry.”

…

Cavestar. It sounds nice, doesn’t it?

I wouldn’t know. It’s not mine.

Well, it did. A small relief for a cat in such terrible pain.

Are you still in such pain now?

Oh yes. But I did find some sort of relief. I felt it after Ashenheart challenged me, and I watched Moonfleck’s vigil from the Spire. A sort of calming. Any usual cat would be ashamed. I felt euphoric. But soon, it was replaced by more pain.

Please continue. I’m here to hear your story after all. Huh. Here to hear.

I had lost a part of myself. But to find relief, I had to kill. It was difficult, doing it to my own Clan. I had to make sure I wasn’t discovered. SwiftClan was easier. Killing in the heat of battle in a vicious war was better. But I had been discovered. Cavernflit had found out, poisoned me, and killed me a second time.

Well, you killed.

But I can help.

Well, alright.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @frightnightindustries

--Frogwhistle is the closest sister, she was his first deputy.

--This ties into the Black Rabbit Legacy storyline.

--Some members of WhistleClan have animal friends. Cavestar doesn’t, but all members of the Black Rabbit Legacy have a Black Rabbit as a companion that only they can see, that points out murderers and evil in the Clan that was gifted by Cavestar, but in exchange the members of the Legacy had to sacrifice their afterlives to live in darkness.

--Cavestar's other deaths are also known. They are:

Life 1 -> wounded by fox

Life 2 -> drowned in river

Life 3 -> snake bite

Life 4 -> infected wound

Life 5 -> greencough

Life 6 -> fell from tree

Life 7 -> snake bite

Life 8 -> poisoned (by Cavernflit)

Life 9 -> killed by Cavernflit

#cavestar #clangen #legacy of the black rabbit #black rabbit legacy #dark forest submission #dark forest profile #dark forest oc #dark forest warrior #dark forest resident #place of no stars #place of no stars oc #dark forest leader #cavestar profile

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bmoj-dp · 4 months ago

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Art Commissions are open!

I'm finally deciding to commission art to people :∆ if you are new to this blog I'm trying to make a book series that involves dragons^^ the inspiration is wings of fire because I love the book series so I'm making something that's similar. I'm also new to commissions so if anyone wants to give me tips I'll gladly listen! You can DM me on here or on discord (thefetuspulverizer2000#2595) what type of art you want and we can start the conversation from there :)

Bust shot/head Shot- mild shading/lighting

50$

Bust shot/head Shot- heavy shading/lighting

85$

Half body- mild shading/lighting

120$

Half body- heavy shading/lighting

155$

Full body- mild shading/lighting

190$

Example

Full body- heavy shading/lighting

225$

Example

Reference sheets

Yes I'll be drawing reference sheets but that's only very little. Automatically it will cost 250$ because it will take up my time and motivation to do it. And depending on how detailed you want your reference sheet the more the money will add up. If you want it heavily shaded it will automatically be 135 more dollars

Examples

This is mildly shaded which will only cost 250$

This is heavily shaded which will cost 385$ (I'm using an old ref sheet of mine because I haven't made a heavily shaded ref sheet)

Species

I can draw dragons, birds, reptiles, anthromorph, and feral animals. I will not draw bugs, robots, and humans. I can draw humans, yes, but I'm still trying to learn anatomy.

Animations

I might animate your character. It can be a short animation or in an animation meme that I will post on my YT channel. again this will take up my time and motivation and it will cost a lot of money.

Example of a short animation

(These are art fight attacks)

All of these are from fully animated to not fully animated. The last animation only has 3 pictures that are moved around to create the animation while the first animation is fully animated. All of these animations are on 17fps (15 to make it slower). Each took 5-7 days due to my lack of motivation which is why animations are not up for commissions.

Rules <3

ah yes my favorite part of this whole commission announcement, rules.

NO scaming!

NO selling my art work!

NO taking off my watermarks!

NO copying my artwork!

NO stealing my art!

NO asking for NSFW!

NO asking for fetish art

NO asking for art about racism

NO asking for kid NSFW!

NO posting my art on other platforms without credit!

NO buying my art if you need the money for yourself

NO begging for free art

If you have any questions please do ask! I don't bark nor bite :)

payment Is only on cash app. my cash app name is MMOJ. If you wish to see more references or more of my art you can look at my Art fight account and YouTube account

Break my rules and you'll be blocked, you will have no warnings.

Also effects are free :) and once the art is finished you'll have to pay first then you'll get the art. I will update this little by little because I am a growing artist and I do want to make money out of my art

#artists on tumblr #art #original characters #fantasy #open commissions #commission #firt time doing a commission

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brittlebonesguy · 11 months ago

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time for season 8

NOOOO!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! lex is BACK???????? what, to haunt me? i thought i wouldnever see him again. and fucking TOM>??sexist, pervert tom? this has ruined my day. at least i know thisis the season boston rob meets his wife (amber) so that'll be fun at least. but i have a feeling this season is a stinker. ohgod and that "i'll do anything for you just to look at me" rob from the amazon season. kill me. "no body trusts anybody" boston rob says with his soon to be wife standing 2 feet away. i'm really only rooting for rupert. maybe amber, we'll see. sue you're gonna get brain parasites please. alicia is so right though, its day two who made amber and rob be in charge, richard is obnoxious shii ann say it louder! i want a season long combat between shii ann and richard, that would be funny. colby's face dropping the moment he sees jerri lol. he knows shes gonna hit on him again come merge. bye tina! sad it was you and not ethan

colby.....what does him being gay have to do with it. oh big tom how i loathe you. i actually don't want rudy voted out thanks. damn. okay bye old man. now that shii ann isnt surrounded by the worst filth possible i am liking her more. richard is crazy what was that? biting a shark back? i don't even care if sue is annoying. an enemy of tom is a friend of mine. sue, you are the love of my life. never leave. amazon rob really is just so pathetic. ah yes the classic jerri fight where she says the other person is controlling while also being controlling. she makes points but girl please. yes shii ann colby and lex are incredibly sexist and honestly please never speak to them again.

jenna we're doing this again? why did you come back. this whole thing of her leaving is so dramatic. of course tom would think that amazon rob is smarter than alicia... come on......NO ONE wants tom out? be serious. anyway bye amazon rob

this is colby's worst nightmare: jerri getting put on the same tribe as him. richard being naked on the balance beam think was.....definitely something and definitely gross. fuck YES boston rob winning against the show off with colby. jokes on you robby, i never though colby was tough. i agree that richard should go, however i feel like colby's motivation is homophobic, so actually i think he should stay. yes jerri, reject that alliance/vote. i love this shii ann and kathy alliance. FUCK YES bring jerry in the mix. richard, shii ann, kathy, and jerri? never thought i'd say this but dream alliance right there. kathy.....kathy please....don't ruin this for me. BOOOOOOOOO!!!!! i still have to deal with COLBY????? fuck you guys for getting my hopes up

yeah obviously doing a blinsdside would result in upset feelings kathy but sometimes you need to do them anyway. annoying. who gives a FUCK about LEX???? i forgot about how bug boston rob's ego is. i want shii ann to have a villian arc, and her origin story was colby making a snide comment at her. for sue's sake im glad richards gone because it was really fucked up. the victim blaming that happens with this show is crazy. i'm glad alicia is on her side. yeah im sure you're not sitting back because you suck or anything, ethan. lex they girls already had no compulsion to keep ethan and colby around, please stop patting yourself on the back. everyone being too callous about the whole situation is crazy. i agee with jenna in the splitting of the food. i take back everything i said, fuck kathy. its just the amount of "oh i know the guy and he would NEVER" blah blah.... and im sorry if something violates and humiliates you that much, then sometimes emotions come out, kathy. and its not pretty because its not suppose to be.

idk the jerri hate isn't sitting right with me... oh yay kathy got chosen to be safe...joy🙄. ethan's "some of us are heros and some of us are goats...and i'm a goat" has a completely different meaning now. colby not be annoying challenge failed. the way every cell, fiber, sinew, ligament, joint, nerve, and bone in my body LOATHES tom...if i have to see one more quirky music scene of him acting like a fucking idiot im beating jeff probst with my bare hands. actually lex there was an opportunity to get colby out last tribal, but that was jerri's idea so obvi we'll pretend that didn't happen because a woman came up with the idea. i love how petty jerri is. and yeah shii ann really should set aside her hatred for jerri and get out colby, which she won't because why would she make a move ever. she always talks about doing it but in the end she's just a floater. ethan is so dramatic no one gives a shit. "im sorry jerri to speak for you" "yeah please don't" that...is so funny. THE EVIL IS DEFEATED!!! fuck off colby NEVER come back. thank you shii ann, i take back what i said before and i hope you kick ass the rest of the season. also in defense of jerri, i have actually come around on her. she was right about the jerky, she was right about getting colby out. shes just RIGHT, not the most likable and a little annoying, but men get away with that shit all the time. case in point: ethan.

the men on the other tribe being so mad every time they lose to boston rob is so funny. idk....people making fun of rupert makes me sad. rupert's opinions about boston rob are so correct. i agree. serves boston rob right to miss horribly at the challenge. jerri don't feel too bad no one would have made those shots anyway. sometimes ethan is just so serial killer, i can see why him and lex are friends. why do the women of survivor always do this. they just trust mean implicitly. it makes no sense. "i just trust him, i don't know how to explain it" 🙄 bye ethan!! dont come back. i'm really liking shii ann as well. she's setting aside her personal opinions and seeing the bigger picture, which a lot of players don't do.

the ghandia slide of that book thing......distasteful. and now lex wolf whistling about a woman he doesn't even know. okay i know amber wins this season so im interested to see how she makes it out of this. because no way lex is like oh for sure rob i'll save your gf for a MAYBE alliance. again with this jerri hate. why can't we just vote out lex? i'm also SO SICK of lex being "in charge" and then telling people that thye're being voted out instead of just doing a blind side like hes the godfather or smth. i'll miss you jerri. why on earth does everyone think boston rob will keep his word? he literally doesn't. .......i hate tom. it's always rupert and the girlies. he refuses to play survivor unless he's got two women by his side. i wish men weren't the way they are tho.

exactly lex of course rob was gonna go back on his word. kathy......wtf. don't do that idiot. HA. thanks kathyyyyy. THE OTHER EVIL HAS BEEN DEFEATED!!!! as much as i hate him, i think lex is gonna make a funny juror.

god YES please get out big tom. ......cool rob is safe...😒 that foot shot of alicia was FOUL like back the fuck up. danm kath, i wish that worked out. shii ann is definitely going next. pagonging in an all stars season is so weak. please stir it up shii ann. i hope she gets immunity because.....its getting less interesting. when its just a majority alliance taking over and then going cannibal. i hope this challenge is a wake up call for alicia. and also i relate to her. i too would be emotional. jenna.....is annoying me. oh what a shock you're gonan give shii ann the bowl of rice, as if i didn't call that. rob is also really getting on my nerves. oh? only shii ann is obnoxious jenna? just herno one else here? miss oh im soooooo sorry alicia let me hug you even though we aren't friends and you don't want to be touched or talked to. alicia.....please just betray rob. fuck YES! shii ann got her first immunity. serves the tribe right for ousting her the way they are. its so rude. and the fact that not a single person will talk to her about game play at all is strange and telling. even though straying away from rob and aligning with shii ann is the better option for literally everyone but amber. "don't get too cocky sweetheart." honestly all of you can go fuck yourselves. 👆🏻you've been telling shii ann for days that shes leaving the first chance you guys get and are shocked when she doesn't really like you guys and tries like hell to win immunity, which everyone said "i'd be SHOCKED if she won that" assholes. she was gloating, alicia, because you guys say that she can't win anything and also SHE WAS GOING HOME TONIGHT. like....use your fucking brain. wow very original getting rid of alicia. can rob just leave already.

rupert didn't care about you not catching to fish jenna, he's upset because no one helped him gut and clean them, which all 120lbs of you could have handled. i will miss you shii ann. truly. and the truck curse still prevails. i......do not know how amber wins. and rob wins again 🙄. this game play.. consider me....bored. YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!! the final evil has been defeated. go fuck yourself tom if you EVER come back im personally castrating jeff probst.

jenna saying that she's taking fate into her hands by voting out rupert so they don't go to rocks when her literal only two options are vote the way shes being told or go to rocks. ........ i dislike you. oh rupert i wish you had won that immunity 🫤. jenna acting like she's gonna go to rocks....like we all know you're gonna write ruperts name and go to final three (which is as far as you'll go btw). thanks for nothing jenna. no closer to a million than if you actually let it up to chance. and the final immunity goes to rob😐. this romance is so barf. kathy.....that was brutal. i hope rob feels awful after that. "since you're so interchangeable" jenna pleasekjadkjasnkjsbf. tom just sounds fucking drunk all the time. they were absolutely ruthless. rob and amber look SO upset about it too.

cbs is just letting their star host hang out of a helicopter with harness? bold. rob dominated jeff 🤨. okay then. congrats amber! i don't care for your husband. the "you suck" in the audience while lex was talking was me actually. the booing for jerri is a little much jesus. and yet colby gets nothing but cheers? i know sexism when i see it. no seriously lex is being the biggest hypocrite there is. assholes. all the booing made jerri leave. justice for my girl. JENNA AND ETHAN??? girl.....say sike. youre dating him??????? oh so they get to go on a cruise after being voted off huh? thats pretty nice. the audience voting for another winner and i think kathy saying "its rupert!" very true. colby is a contender? 😐that the fuck were some of those sexiest survivors? ROBB??? the man who just finally understood what empathy was? the fuck. AND TOM IS A CONTENDER FOR THE MONEY???? thankfully rupert won because i would have flipped if it was any of the others. all in all this season was kind of disappointing considering it was all stars. it had its juicy moments but it got bogged down by all the people i don't like so I'm gonna give it....5.8 out of 10

#survivor #survivor8

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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i just know hslotrry got the best sex of his life after whoring himself out at coachella in front of his wife

After The Show

prompt: this ask legit just inspired this whole one shot. Harry at Coachella and the what happened after the show.

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni

if you liked please reblog, recommended, like, and come talk to me about it! (this is what motivates me to continue writing)!

i write for FREE - I am also trying to steer away from paetron so everyone can have access my stories - so if you would like to support my work, you can donate here.

Harry was delaying getting in his jumpsuit, he keeps bugging YN to make sure his hair looks just the right amount of messy, if he should shave his stubble, or if he should wear the white or black boots.

He whines like a baby when YN leaves him to decide on shoes by himself so that she can get a water for him.

“You need to breathe. Your vocals are going to be shot if you don’t get it under control,” YN hums calmly when she returns- making him take a few sips before taking his face between her hands and giving him a firm look.

“M’nervous, baby,” Harry groans, leaning into her palms before stealing a soft kiss, “S’freaking me the fuck out.”

“You’ve performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people,” She reminds him as she begins to help him out of his street clothes to prepare for shimmying into the sparkly outfit.

“I was with the boys, it was different. Not everyone was just lookin’ and listening to me,” He tries to argue, it’s just…he’s so clingy and YN really shouldn’t love it as much she does.

He’s always been so attached to her.

“Don’t act like the second you get on stage you don’t turn into a sleazy, fame-hungry popstar,” YN teases as she tugs up his tiny underwear that was falling down his hips that leave little to the imagination, a change from his usual briefs.

“I’m only sleazy for you,” Harry smiles cheekily, his hands starting to wander lower than her waist - big palm sneaking down to give her bum a good feel.

“Oh, you’re more than sleazy when it comes to that,” She smirks, biting at the inner corner of her mouth as he processes the words.

They both know what she’s referring to.

- last night -

“Baby, baby. C’mon, got-gotta let me come,” Harry begs in a higher pitch than his normal bravado, he was so desperate for it.

“I don’t have to do anything, bunny. Think we both know who’s in charge,” She giggles girlishly as she continues to stroke him with a sluggish, nonrushed hand, not enough friction and when he pushes his hips forward to get it - she pinches his hip, hard enough that it leaves tiny bruises near his ferns.

They didn’t have time for this teasing.

He was due to soundcheck in less than two minutes.

A group of hundreds of crew plus his band and tour team were expecting him any moment on stage but he’s too weak for his wife and so he’s pressed up against the wall in a small, dark hallway begging for her to do something.

“You’re being cruel,” Harry accuses in a breathy tone after yet another sting when he thrust his hips into her grip.

“Mmm,” She hums noncommittally, her face soft and relax with the slightest edge of mischievousness, “I’m sorry you married such an awful woman, Hmm?”

Harry’s too sweet for his own good, bumping his nose against hers, “Never said that. Best wife, make me feel like m’on fire. Only you can do this to me.”

Nobody says anything because they already know when Harry appears five minutes later than planned with blush from his chest to his cheeks as well as a blooming red mark under his jaw.

“S’it wrong that I love my wife?” He huffs with an exaggerated pout, pressing his center against her to show his interest in the conversation.

“You’re getting yourself turned on already, save that for the show,” YN scolds playfully, digging her thumb into his hip where she knows it’s sore from the purplish bruises she’d left there the day before.

He rewards her with a pained squeak but he never shys away from the feeling, it spirals into a delightful pleasure after a moment.

Harry Lambert steps into the room without a knock and like clockwork, the popstar gets a sour look on his face at being interrupted.

After he’s helped into his sequined one-piece outfit, it’s nearing stage time, and the crew is starting to surround Harry to get him ready.

YN has to go slip into her outfit for the show, she was excited because she hadn’t let her husband see it despite his pleas to.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing,” YN whispers against his lips, hand squeezing his solid bicep.

“You’ll stand where I’ll be able to see you, yeah?” He asks nervously, fingers coming to fiddle with her wedding band.

She was going to be in a small vip at the front of the stage, right next to the fans. Not off to the side of the stage like usual, not until the end.

“Right up front, I promise,” She assures him, bringing his hand up to kiss his palm, “Know you’ll be a rockstar up there, it’s going to get me so wet for after the show.”

Harry’s anxious expression turns into something more stormy, determined because that was now his goal - to perform well enough to make his wife soak through her cute little outfit.

It was colder than expected for California in April, most people had jackets on, and YN had an ankle-length black gucci leather jacket on that disguised her outfit - she had a plan.

Just like how she knew Harry was going to remove his big, feathery black coat to reveal what was underneath - well she was gonna steal that idea for herself.

The set starts absolutely amazing, as soon as he runs down the stairs to begin As It Was, his eyes are searching the crowd for her and it makes her heart leap.

That with the upwards of a hundred thousand people there, that he was still focused on making sure that his person was on the crowd.

As soon as their eyes connect, he gives her a smile before sticking out his tongue and shimmying his hips a bit to signify that he sees her.

YN blows him a kiss before beginning to dance along with Jeff, Kid Harpoon, James, among other friends that were there to support him.

YN gets overheated fast, from the dancing and being in close proximity to so many people at once that she shrugs out of her jacket and lays it across the barrier rail.

Harry is at the B stage, behind her and doesn’t immediately get to see what she was wearing but she knew she looked good.

It wasn’t necessarily the most ground breaking Coachella outfit but it was sexier than her usual style was .

It was a simple black tube top that pushed her breasts up to show off their fullness while making them look perky.

A sliver of her midriff on display before her high-waisted pants snatched in at the curve of her body.

They were completely sheer with a sequin design making them reflect in the flashing light on the stage - they were the same sequins that made up Harry’s jumpsuit.

Since they were sheer, YN had on a pair of skin colored underwear that were cheeky enough to show quite a bit of her backside but it wasn’t quite a thong.

The pants made her legs look like they went on for days, the shimmer of her pants contrasting beautifully against the tone of her skin and the plain top she was wearing.***

(note: picture is just the inspo but top is black, pants are black, and sequins on the pants are the same ones that are on Harrys jumpsuit).

YN was blinded by the flashes that bombarded her as fans took pictures of her and she tried not to get too self-conscious about her bum being out.

As Harry struts back towards the main stage, he glances over at YN before continuing to walk but stops and does a double take when he sees what she has on.

She can’t help but twirl and show off what the backside is revealing, giving a little shake before turning around and continuing to dance with their friends.

YN purposefully doesn’t meet his line of vision, acting like she doesn’t even know he’s staring but it only last a moment before he has to get back to the main stage.

During one of the slower songs, Harry manages to catch YN’s attention - a thrill of electricity radiates through her because his eyes are hungry and possessive but she knows he wants her more than anything.

As he sways to the rhtymn, his body just is incredible - the way his abs twitch with every movement, his narrow hips moving, his pecs defined and strong, and it was all fucking hers.

With all these thousands of beautiful people lusting after him, willing to give him whatever he would want - at the end of the day, he has a gold band on his ring finger, the most recognized sign of ownership, not to mention her name inked permanently into his skin for everyone to see.

YN hadn’t been allowed at a soundcheck for Coachella last weekend, where Harry was bringing on a special guest. He had insisted that it be a surprise for her too.

She could think of multiple people he might ask to join him on stage but figured it was someone extra special if it was so secretive.

When the first few bars echo throughout the field, the strobe lights flashing in sync, and Harry begins to playfully glance around like he doesn’t know what’s going on - YN is going wild with the rest of the group for Shania fucking Twain.

YN just watches in awe of her husband as he duets Man, I Feel Like a Woman with one of their favorite artists - doesn’t dance as much as just sway and watch with absolute pride, can’t help but pull out her phone to record a clip of it.

But when crew runs on stage to put two stools down, YN gets a huge lump in her throat when she realizes what song they’re about to sing together.

Once again, YN can feel all the fans cameras on her as she watches her husband perform a song that is undoubtedly dedicated to her and the whole entire crowd knows it.

She giggles, embarrassed at herself when she feels tears rolling down her cheeks as they perform - she wipes them away quickly and Harry finds her eyes, brow furrowing for a moment when he sees tears.

YN mouths that she’s loves him and puts a hand on her heart, which in turn, makes him give her a dazzling, heart-stopping smile that makes his dimple pop deep into his cheek.

The crowd doesn’t miss how his eyes barely leave YN as his sings, making it obvious as day that it’s about her and only her.

“You’re a lucky girl,” Harry Lambert nudges her, just teasing as they all cheer for Shania before Harry starts up his set again.

“Lucky doesn’t even remotely cover it,” She murmurs back as her eyes stay glued to her husband for the rest of the time he’s on stage.

When he’s doing Watermelon Sugar, she sneaks back to the side stage because there’s only two songs left before week one is over.

As he absolutely loses his shit during Kiwi, the creeping arousal starts to stir in her belly again because he’s just so….attractive.

The way he licks his fingertips, rolls his body, the way his muscles tense and flexed in the stage light…he was just….filthy.

She loved it.

She loved watching him get himself worked up to the point of when he runs off stage and just needs to fuck.

YN didn’t know if she could wait for the hotel for them to touch each other, maybe not even being able to wait for the car ride home.

After Sign of the Times, Harry’s blowing the crowd kisses, telling them to be kind, and thanking them for coming before he’s bounding off stage towards her.

The crowd captures the scene on their phone when Harry grabs YN by the waist towards him so he can lean down and connect their lips in a rough kiss (despite them thinking they were out of sight of the audience).

However, they disappear out of sight after as they’re ushered away from the massive stage and into the tents connected for the artist.

“Bunny,” YN breathes out when they’re finally away from the noise, standing in the lounge area where there’s tons of other people bustling around, “Holy shit.”

His chest is still heaving from the past hour and a half of intense physical activity, sweat dripping from his hair down onto his chest and neck.

“Was it good enough for you, my love?” He gasps as he starts to try to steady his breathing, eyes searching hers.

The thing that was heartbreakingly cute was that Harry was honestly asking, did he perform well enough for her.

Which he has always done, every single time but he still asks because he wants to make her proud of him and he yearns for her approval.

“There’s not even words for how incredible it was. You’re talent and stage presence is unbeatable. It’s why everyone loves you,” She praises him sincerely, snagging a towel from an assistant to dab it all over his forehead and chest.

“I sang it for you,” He murmurs with a sheepish expression on his face, his hands can’t help but touch her, fingers dancing along the bare skin of her midsection as she wipes him down.

“You’re really in love with me, huh?” YN teases, leaning up to brush their lips together again, “Don’t think you could make it anymore obvious, H.”

As YN says that, she takes her hand and subtly brushes it up against his pelvis, across where he’s already been half-hard for a hot minute.

Harry’s surprised by the boldness, there’s so many people around, and it makes him let out a low groan - barely having enough self control to not buck into the touch.

“Trying to be obvious,” He agrees a bit absently as his eyes trace down her body, “You look bloody indecent in this, flashing your bum at me while I’m trying to work. Could see it jiggling from the stage.”

“Knew you’d like it, I’m so wet for you. Can feel it on my thighs,” YN tells him, biting her bottom lip as she lets her hand palm him once again, “All I could think about when I was up there, you know? Just having you in me. How full you make me.”

“Sweetheart, please,” He begs quietly, his voice raspy and worn from overuse - despite his words, he loved being teased, edged until he was a mess.

It was the fact that if someone stopped rushing around to clean up, they would notice how Harry was desperately trying to get as close to his wife as possible, press himself against her.

“Alright, c’mon,” YN goads, intertwining their fingers and tugging him through the lounge, out of the tent completely and out in the barely warm air of the night.

It was late, the stars bright in the sky and the noise was starting to die down as people begin to filter out of the field for the night.

Harry Lambert was going to be looking for him very soon to collect the outfit from him but they didn’t care in that moment.

It was secluded, sure, but not that secluded - if someone wanted to take a cigarette break or happened to walk by from behind the stage and look over - they’d be caught within an instant.

Harry’s a show off, an entertainer, and when he realizes that YN wants to mess around in such a public place - he’s surprised by her bravery but it makes his cock twitch.

“Baby, anyone could catch us,” Harry reminds her as she leans back against the wall, it didn’t help that he was wearing the most flashy outfit right now.

“Better be quick then,” YN quips with hazy smile, “Wanted to make it obvious like you said, hm? Shouldn’t be a big deal if someone catches you making your wife come then, right?”

Harry can’t help but let out a moan at her words, she was just so fucking sexy is the thing. She radiated confidence, sureness, and he’s not sure how he got lucky enough to have the hottest woman on earth as his spouse.

“Gonna kill me,” Harry rasps, his throat sore and hoarse now like it always got after a show.

There was also something about that fact that even though Harry just worked his fucking ass off on stage - YN just expects him to come bounding right off stage to please her.

She’s one hundred percent right that he will, no matter how tired or overworked he was.

He snags her lips into a kiss, she doesn’t waste anytime in opening her mouth and letting him inside as his hands go straight where they’ve wanted to go all night.

Harry tugs down her top until it sits under her breasts, thumbs rind her harden nipples and rolling them before moving to pinch them.

“Fuck,” YN whines happily, pushing her chest into his hands and cupping her hand around his neck to keep his mouth close.

“Desperate little thing,” Harry chuckles fondly, moving his lips down the column of her neck until he’s cupping her tits in his palms and lapping at her peaks with grazes of his teeth.

Her moans are far too loud but so pretty, he brings his leg between hers until his thigh is pressed right up against her core and she instantly begins to find friction there.

“Jesus,” He murmurs lowly, she’s just so fucking attractive that it is a bit mind blowing at time as he admires her riding him without any shame.

When Harry removes his thigh from between her legs, she lets out a frustrated sigh but it turns into a pleased one when he begins to shimmy the tight fabric of her pants down her hips.

It was exhilarating, YN basically bare where anyone could stumble upon them - usually see would never be so adventurous but something got into her tonight.

Harry crouches down, thumbing at the wet spot on her panties as his other hand moves back to palm at her bum.

“Guess I did my job tonight. You’re dripping, my love,” He hums as he leans forward to kiss her mound over the thin fabric.

“Please, need your mouth,” YN hisses when he pushes her panties to the side but instead of putting his mouth on her - he kisses and licks at her inner thighs.

Harry let’s out a rumbling, rough growl when YN’s hand knots into his damp curls and physically moves his mouth to where she wants him.

She always taste so good that Harry gets lost in it right away, his tongue covering every inch of her, and make sure to not leave anything behind.

It’s intense, messy, needy as he buries his face between her thighs, her hips moving to chase the building feeling of her orgasm but then there’s a sound to their left.

Despite how distracted Harry was, it takes him no time to stand up, pull his wife’s shirt up, snap her panties back into place, and shimmy her pants back up.

By the grace of god, the door was jammed for a good second before Harry Lambert opens it and is frowning, “I don’t have all night to wait around. Come on, I need the jumpsuit.”

“You work f’me, not the other way around,” The popstar grumbles as he tugs YN along back into the building - luckily the tight, unforgiving fabric hides his hard on well enough as they make it to the dressing room.

While he’s changing, everybody seems to file in from Jeff and Glenne to James Corden to Kid and his wife and after he slips into his jeans and tee, everyone is discussing where there afterparty should be.

All Harry can think about is his wife.

“I’m so exhausted,” Harry cuts through the noise, swinging his bag over his shoulder and making eye contact with his wife who was not in the mood to party.

She was eyeing him with intent because she absolutely hated being edged, even if it wasn’t intentionally- didn’t enjoy it the same way Harry did.

He felt like he was in trouble almost, not in a serious way but the in the way that he needs to get his spouse off soon or he won’t be getting anything in return.

“Oh, rockstar. You can’t say no to a little partying!” Kid teases him, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a bit, “Let go back to mine.”

Harry swallows harshly, “Nah, really. I’ve, erm…yeah, I’m just super tired. I won’t be any fun. Just need to relax.”

His friends don’t push it any further and YN gives him an approving smile as they all walk out together to their cars.

“So good for me, H,” YN murmurs in his ear as they hold hands and paparazzi’s camera flashes blind them until they’re inside behind the tinted windows.

The car ride home doesn’t involve sex, it’s a SUV but there’s no type of partition and no privacy with the two body guards in the vehicle as well.

Instead, Harry lays his head on YN’s lap and she cards her fingers through his hair, thumbing at his temples and whispering about how proud she is of him.

YN corrals him into the shower as soon as they get into the hotel room, makes a point of showing her appreciation and adoration of him while she scrubs the grime off his body.

He gets so sweet like this, responds so beautifully to the praise, but only from her - he gets into this state where he’d just do anything for her without question, trusting and committed.

The hot desire for her own pleasure had dissipated over the last few hours, her lost orgasm not as intense anymore, and it allows her to focus on him.

Her lips tracing across his collarbone, his head tilted back against the tile, legs feeling like jello from all the exercise.

“Bloody hell,” Harry gasps in surprise and pleasure when she catches his nipple with her teeth before licking and kissing at both of them.

They trail from his chest down past his butterfly, kissing and nipping at the hard, thick muscles of his abdominal before doing the same to the extra plush at his hips.

By the time she gets to where he wants her mouth most, he’s straining up towards his stomach, swollen and pink from his lust.

It was a sight to see.

When YN first wraps her lips around him, he lets out a relieved moan that echos loudly off the white walls of the bathroom.

YN pets and scratches at his lean but muscular thighs as she takes him down until her nose is nestled against his pelvis.

“Ba-baby, m’close,” He warns quicker than usual, his fingers dancing across her jaw, feeling her cheek as she works him over.

She pulls off regretfully, hand replacing her mouth with tight, slow pulls as she stands up and accepts a kiss from him.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Harry admits, voice sweet and honeyed, he digs his fingers into her hips and spins her until she’s pressed up against the wall, “Gonna let me have it, darling?”

“O-of course,” YN giggles at the absurdity of his question but listens when he murmurs, “Budge up.”

She obliges, moving even closer to the tile, hissing at the coldness against her warm body, and spreads her legs further apart.

Harry is impatient, grabs her thigh and tugs it up to give himself easier access as with his free hand he guides himself inside.

“Holy fuck,” He mewls as he starts moving at a harsh pace, giving no room for adjustment as he begins to pound into her - his hand wrapping around her middle to reach down and roll her clit between his fingers.

It’s embarrassing, the short amount of time it takes for YN to come but he’s hitting her spot hard, she can feel his muscles twitching against her back and his fingers bruising her thigh where he’s holding her up.

“H, there, oh my god,” YN encourages loudly, the cool tile now feeling good against her hot forehead as he continues pressing against her where she needs him.

As she’s coming down from her release, she whimpers in surprise when he pulls out of her and crouches down - spreading her open and lapping at her pulsating bud.

His sucks her clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue quickly, while two fingers tuck right up inside of her without hesitation - rings bumping against her skin.

“S’too much,” She complains but doesn’t do anything to pull away, just allows him to devour her until she has yet another orgasm wrecking her.

Harry is on her again as soon as she’s got hers, he’s manhandled her around so now her back is against the shower and he’s hiking the opposite thigh up and sliding home.

He looks so beautiful as water drops bead off his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, drizzle down his parted lips - his eyes are intense on her as he brings himself off the edge.

“You’re the one I belong to,” He murmurs through low moans, she’d hit him for quoting a song during sex but it just makes her grip his jaw and drag him in for one more kiss.

In bed, Harry’s drifting off to sleep as soon as they slip under the fluffy duvet - his body shutting down in protest from all the activity of the day.

“I can’t wait for weekend two,” Harry hums as he wriggles closer to YN, wrapping himself around her like a cuddly octopus and nuzzling his face into her neck.

“I can’t wait either. You’re gonna be wicked with Lizzo,” YN agrees, welcoming him into her arms and running her bedazzled nails up and down his back.

“Not was I was talking about,” Harry smirks boyishly, hands roaming over her belly and hips without intention, “Can’t wait for the sex after the show.”

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did you all miss him sm like me 🥺

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spacexseven · 2 years ago

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omg i REMEMBER that line from when I read the day I picked up dazai! very good LN I liked it a lot. maybe that line made me subconsciously start thinking about eelzai lol.

I've been meaning to bug u more about yanderes As Is My Brand but I have SO MANY ideas banging around in my cavernous skull that I end up not being able to pick one and just rambling like a lunatic in my notes app. I will share a little bit about sea monster dazai since he was brought up, though: I've been considering two big things. 1) I remember a while ago reading that there is a belief that a mermaids kiss can allow you to breathe underwater, if dazai happens to learn about THAT little tidbit of information you KNOW hes gonna run away with it! or, swim away with it, rather. he has to test this new theory right away! come on, get in! he has ZERO ulterior motives for insisting you let him kiss you its JUST an experiment come on please? Please? or if we're going with the storyline where ur mad at him for such a frivolous reason as he attacked and tried to eat you (it was only gonna be a BITE! see, not so bad! its was all a misunderstanding pls come back...) it could be a little stunt on his end to get you to trust him again, etc. hed be a bit frustrated if the effect was only temporary, as this puts a wrench in his plan to take you down to his cave and keep you there forever, but the silver lining is now he can demand kisses from you every few hours and have an excuse as to why. 2) in most depictions of sea monsters I've seen, even ones that are mostly humanoid, theyre rather large! like, almost completely dwarfing pirate ships level large! can probably pick a human up with one hand large! there's even a scene in the little mermaid where Ursula gets that big, so do you think dazai would be able to do that? maybe he sticks to a manageable- but still rather Long thanks to the tail- size usually out of laziness and a desire to stick near the shallow shores (cuz he likes the food better, not cuz thats where his little darling lives. just a coincidence.) where there's less room for him to get to his full size. but once he's in the open ocean? ohhh boy.... maybe try to avoid going put too far on any boats, darling, lest dazai decides to start showing off.

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finally answering this oh my god i am so sorry again for the delay 100/10 would read ur notes app rambles you have so much fun thoughts it's insane

cw: yandere character, obsessive behavior, non-con kissing, descriptions of sea monster! dazai (including him being unnaturally large, eel-like body, sharp teeth, etc), manipualtive behavior

please don't proceed if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable!!

i do hc eelzai (cute name btw) as being Huge. he can sort of 'elongate' his body when he needs it, but usually sticks to a length of around 10 feet. thing is, when he's underwater and darling is on the surface, they can't tell how big he actually is. relative to regular people, dazai does have larger hands, but it isn't to an alarming extent. it's pretty normal for something not-human to be bigger than an ordinary human, after all. i'd think it's easier to navigate this way, 'cos dragging around a long body isn't the most efficient way of getting around. there's no doubt in my mind he can definitely go bigger. pirate ship big? possibly, but he hasn't really tried to see how much he can grow. it's too much trouble, too easy for some pesky human to spot him. if darling wanted to see, though, he would entertain them without a thought.

THE KISS THING that's so cute actually but not so much in this context. eelzai hears about this from chuuya (aka the most reliable source of information in the seas) and immediately decides it is the perfect solution for all his problems. now he has an excuse to kiss darling all the time, and can keep them with him underwater where their annoying human companions won't bother them. in the 'darling is mad because dazai is insane and tries to attack them' timeline, dazai lures darling in with the promise of breathing underwater despite not knowing if the kiss theory holds any water. what if mermaids were referring to sirens, like chuuya, and not monsters like him? of course he doesn't tell darling this, opting to just lie through his teeth about how they can finally see all the pretty things under the sea up close. what did they mean, asking if he was telling the truth? does he look like a liar? would he risk darling's safety over a rumour? he's almost offended by their lack of trust in him.

fortunately for him, it does work. unfortunately for darling, it has a pretty short duration period. this means if they want to stay longer, they have to kiss him more. dazai thinks it's an amazing deal, of course. but if this happens to a darling who isn't very well acquainted with dazai yet, it's just terrifying to be dragged underwater and sloppily kissed and later dragged down deep by a large monster with too-sharp teeth and a dangerous look in his eyes.

#yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai 🐟#yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #dazai x reader #ask 🐟#bsd 🐟#anon 🐟#dazai 🩹 🐟#mer au 🐟#eelzai 🐟#kidding but it's a cute tag no?#idk about you but freakishly large eelzai is totally up my alley lolol

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wheredostarsgowhenyoudie · 2 years ago

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Mari: Sometimes, I wanna murder you. Other times, I wanna talk and it's you I immediately think about. But right now, I can't decide which one so it's better we don't hang out.

Jason: OR you do something else like date me instead. Call it and you have free reign to do all three. I'll even let you design my coffin attire.

Mari (huffs): Bold of you to assume I didn't have free reign even now.

Jason: (smirks, leaning down to bring his face down to her eye level)

Mari: (pokes at his nose)

Jason (winces): Hey!

Mari (laughs): Sometimes, I like that you're tall. Right now, it's irritating.

Jason (flicks at her forehead in revenge): Stop changing the topic. So what's it gonna be, Fae? Name your pick. My name is on the table.

Marinette (stares at him): Do I have to? Really have to? I came to you anyway, didn't I? I had the best and worst day ever, and I came to you, Jailbird. I wonder, what does that say to you?

Jason: (goes quiet for a while, dark blue eyes softening before the confident smirk turned into a sad half-smile. His next words almost sound like begging, they pierced her heart.)

Jason: Tell me. You have to say it. I want us to be done with second guessing and almosts. I want to be done with that.

Mari (frowns): Is that what you think? Cause I don't think we're in the almost. Not to me...Cause after Adrien, it has always been you. You're like a nagging ghost that way. You always show up, keep following me, stalking me. Be it when I need you, want you, or when I just need to feel like myself. You keep saving me from threats and dangers, from fake friends and even my parents when they want to ground me. You even save me from myself sometimes even if I have no idea how. You just do.

Jason's eyes turn bright, looking as pleased with himself as he feels.

Jason: It is my absolute honor to be the ghost of Marinette's present. But you know, I still hope you'll let me keep doing it only forever. So, take it if you want. And if you say yes, you better know that there's no going back. There's no way you'll lose me. I'm yours, even in death and after.

Mari (bites at her lip in thought. Without saying a word, she opens her bag to pull something out and says): Turn.

Jason: Huh?

Mari: Turn around.

Jason (does as told, trusting her even when he's questioning her motivations and sanity)

Marinette (finds herself wearing a giant grin as she pins a sticker to her best friend's back. It says, 'If damaged, bring to MDC'): There. Call yourself mine. No take backsies. Bug's honor.

#It just came like a ghost. I'm sleepy now #miraculous ladybug #maribat #jasonette #sleep deprived author #cheesy cheese cheese too much cheese #ml #mlb #miraculous #mlxdc #ml x dc

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 3 years ago

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The diamond choker

Pairing: Namjoon x fem reader

Warnings: Soft dom master Namjoon, submissive reader, pet play, throat fucking, unorthodox sexual positions, cumming inside OC’s throat, general filth I got a little carried away.

A/N: WHEWWW! I wrote this whole drabble with Jimin, and as I was wrapping it up, something kept bugging me that Namjoon would be better here. And so here we are. Gosh, I kinda am nervous about this one, even though it isn’t the longest one I’ve written.

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The new piece of jewelry that adorned your neck glittered in the light of your vanity. You admired the diamond choker your boyfriend had gotten you. He had insisted that you buy something extravagant for once, and though he loved to spoil you, you rarely gave him free reign over what to get you. Because when you did, this is what happened.

To be fair, Namjoon had more than enough money to splurge on you and he loved seeing you in things he bought you. And so it had taken one sentence from him to finally crumble your resolve.

“My pet needs a new collar anyways.”

And that’s what brought us back to where you stood, in a simple nude lingerie set, the loud choker stealing the entire spotlight, waiting for Namjoon to come home so you could show him how thankful you were.

His car pulled up in the driveway of your home, and you rushed to the couch, settling yourself with your legs folded underneath you, you fluffed up your hair slightly and fixed your gaze on the entryway where he’d be standing in a while.

Namjoon slipped off his shoes, running a hand through his mullet, pushing back his bangs, when his eyes came to rest on you, sitting complacently on the couch, eyeing him with soft eyes.

Immediately he felt his weariness slipping away.

“Hello baby.” He cooed, placing his bag in the hallway and coming towards you.

“Hello.” You smiled as his hand reached out to cup your cheek. You leaned into his hand eagerly, rubbing your face against his big palm. “How was your day?”

“It was exhausting, as usual. But I feel good right now.” He conceded, moving his hand lower to tip your chin upwards.

“I’m glad.” You kissed his hand, causing him to bite his lip. You looked up at him, “I missed you.”

“Yeah?” he breathed. “Did you think about me?”

You nodded.

“Good girl.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I missed you more.”

You highly doubted that, but still smiled, loving how attentive he was being, stroking your cheek as he held your eyes. You were getting a little impatient though, since he hadn’t mentioned the very obvious 300 thousand dollars you were wearing on your neck.

“I wore your gift.” You craned your neck, to eliminate the possibility he hadn’t seen it.

“I see that, pet. I wanted you to show it off to me.” He teased.

You rose to your feet, your breasts now at eye level with him as you stood on the couch. “Does it look nice?” you asked.

“Oh baby, you look like an absolute goddess.” Namjoon praised easily.

You grinned widely at his praise.

“But do you like it?” Namjoon raised a brow, gently toying with your nipples through your bra.

You loved it, and you weren’t afraid to tell him as much. “I love it so much.”

“Good girl.” Namjoon’s big hands wandered lower, resting on your hips, as he lifted you, placing you on your feet as he sat down on the couch, his legs spread. You sat down in front of him, placing your chin on his knee, looking up at him in admiration.

“Oh my pretty pet.” He patted your head as you nuzzled your nose into his thigh, just like you were sure he enjoyed.

“Come up, sit on my lap.” He patted where he wanted you, and you immediately complied, climbing onto his thighs, getting aroused by the second.

“Kiss me please.” You asked him.

“Come to me baby.” Namjoon held you close to him as he kissed you just as you liked it. He made you giddy with a simple kiss. You felt him hardening.

“Please let me make you feel better master.” You pleaded.

Namjoon’s breath hitched.

“What do you want to do my baby?” he cooed.

“I wanna… um…” you thought about it.

“Hmm?” Namjoon absentmindedly caressed your face.

“Can I suck your dick?” you questioned innocently.

“Aww, my little baby wants to suck master’s dick?”

“Yes Master.”

“Such an obedient little puppy. Of course you can, since you asked so politely.”

Your eyes lit up as you slipped off him, hands busy with his belt and zipper, pulling down his pants. You palmed him from above his boxers, the familiar contours of his hard member under your fingers. You slipped it out of it’s confines and admired how prettily it sat against Namjoon’s abdomen.

You gulped, bringing your mouth closer, as you shot the wonderful man above you a look, before taking it in your mouth. Immediately, Namjoon’s breathing increased.

Once you were comfortable enough having him in your mouth, and his length would touch the back of your throat every other stroke, you locked eyes with him, and began sucking harder.

By now, Namjoon’s pupils had widened and his eyes seemed almost black. You raised a brow, moving your tongue against the underside of his throbbing cock, as he bit his lip, a faint groan breaking from his throat.

There was the sound you loved so much.

You slowly took one hand lower, towards your own aching cunt, to give it some of the friction it craved for. Namjoon’s eyes followed your hand, as a smirk tugged at his mouth at the satisfied huff of air you exhaled when your fingers toyed with your clit.

But you didn’t appreciate that he had looked away from your face. You swallowed around his dick, humming immediately afterwards, the unexpected action catching him off guard as he slightly rose his hips. That was enough to push his dick into your throat and you gagged. You pulled away, gasping, tears forming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry puppy. Are you okay?” he crooned.

“Yes.” you gasped.

Then a lightbulb went off over your head. You placed your head on his thigh again, looking up at him with your biggest eyes.

“Would you like to fuck my throat?” you asked.

“You’ll be the death of me.” A fond hand ran through your hair. “Would you like me to?” he continued.

“Yes, please. I want you deep in my throat. Deep enough to touch your necklace from the inside.”

“Oh god, do you have any idea what picture that painted in my head?” Namjoon lowered his face to your level. You nodded.

“That picture? I want that please.”

“Fuck...” Namjoon groaned, taking your shoulders as he rose. “Okay baby, I need you on the couch, legs up and face hanging.”

Now you realized what position he was implying, you were sure that picture he had in his mind ended with you wrecked past breathing. And you loved that idea. So you eagerly complied.

“So eager to please.” he booped your nose, “Such a good little girl for master. Now open.”

You opened your mouth as wide as you could, and as he slipped in another pleasant surprise greeted you as he pushed your legs to the back of the couch and pushed your panties to the side, slowly playing with your pussy lips.

“My baby made a mess of her pretty underwear.” he tsked, pinching your clit, making you hum around his cock.

Drool leaked out from the sides of your mouth, as you shut your eyes, feeling light headed from all the blood rushing to your head.

As much as he loved making you squirm, it was lowkey hard to do that when you swallowed around him again.

“Impatient little pet, I think we went over the fact that you shouldn’t rush me.” he pinched your cheek, “Good for you though, I can teach you that lesson immediately.” he slapped the same spot, forcing himself deeper, now actually pushing himself into your throat.

And then Namjoon began thrusting.

Soon you lost all perception of space and time. The only feeling left was the abuse being done to your throat and the empty ache that made your pussy throb and clench for nothing.

Namjoon knew exactly how to use you for his pleasure, and though he was a very attentive lover, he had made it clear that he wasn’t going to be helping you out in this case any time soon.

And so you took what he gave you, which was your own idea to be fair.

The tell tale throbbing of his dick got your attention. He was close.

And then he added one large, ringed hand around your throat to the equation and you gushed out more arousal. The couch was ruined along with your panties. What a filthy whore you were being.

“What a good mouth. What a dirty little, good mouth for master to fuck. You like how I’m balls deep in your fucking throat? You like how you can’t squeak a word like a good little pet?”

“Fucking shit, I feel it inside.” Namjoon gasped as he felt his dick moving up and down your throat, your gag reflex had long been bypassed.

You hummed in approval.

A smack to your clitoris. His hand probably came back soaked.

“Filthy little whore, crying for cock, I can feel your tears on my balls, what a perfect little cumsack, full of holes for daddy to fuck.”

The tears weren’t of pain, as he well knew. You were crying simply because that was the only function your body seemed to be able to do autonomously. You shut your eyes, praying that he’d be as close as he felt. For a split second, it felt too much. And then heaven descended for you as his lithe fingers, his perfect, skilled fingers found your clitoris and began vibrating, taking mercy on you and granting you the pleasure you were practically writhing for.

His pace was cruel. Your clit would be overstimulated and sore soon, as it engorged almost alarmingly fast. But did you care?

Could you?

Please master please master please please was all that ran through your head, and none of it came out your mouth. No. All that came out were grunts and hums that sent vibrations all the way to Namjoon’s ball sack that slapped your cheeks.

This was filthy, sinful, downright bizarre, and yet you were more turned on than you had ever been.

“Master’s gonna cum down your throat now pet.” Namjoon informed you.

You nodded. Ofcourse you did. It was his throat now. He had claimed it well enough.

But ofcourse, consent is a sexy addition to whatever a man does.

And so, your poor clenching hole, received two fingers and your clit got a smack, and your throat got a loadful of thick, warm cum, deposited deep inside.

Namjoon moaned so loudly, it surprised you into swallowing, even though you didn’t technically need to.

He was swift to pull out after that, as you head hung down, your eyes shut and leaking and your chest heaving.

“Oh y/n...” Namjoon gasped, crouching in front of you. “Oh my good, good girl. You’re so fucking brave. You were so soo good for master. Look at me pet.” his voice was deeper than the ocean yet gentle and soothing. You opened your eyes, a victorious grin taking over your face. He kissed your forehead, pulling your taut body down to lay on the soft couch cushions.

“Perfect for me, so fucking perfect for me.” he crooned.

“All for you, sir.” you tried to say before the fire and thorns in your throat made you wince and realized you had croaked the words. You would lose your voice for a good day or two. A thrill ran up your spine at that idea.

Namjoon chuckled. “Your poor throat.” he kissed your neck, placing kisses along the perfect choker that lit up as light hit it when you tilted your head to give him access.

“Let me take care of you now?” he asked as he hovered over you, clearly aware of all the sexual tension pent up inside you.

You nodded eagerly, bucking your hips up to him, as he gladly swooped down to kiss you, preferably long enough to make you forget all the exertion you went through and lost yourself to the throes of pleasure that he’d always bring you.

“My princess, always makes me feel like the luckiest man alive,” he growled into your mouth.

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years ago

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Love You to the Moon and Back

summary: Bucky notices you’re feeling down after a bad injury, he does his best to help.

words: 3817

warning: depressive episode, doctors, mainly fluff!

pairing: Bucky x Reader

Masterlist!

Bucky could tell you were getting bad again.

And it hurt him to see you like this but it always happened after a big mission, your job was traumatizing and it took a toll on all of you. Bucky knew he had his days but he also knew when you finally let yourself slip it was really bad.

You were a very headstrong person, you didn’t like letting people see your weaknesses or just you being hurt in general. So it sucked when you had broken your shin and witnessed a school of kids get blown up by a bomb, maybe sucked is an understatement but it was what you always said.

You had pretended to be a teacher because there was supposed to be a hit on most teachers at a private school, so when the school blew up before everyone was out of the building- including you -it left the memories very crystal clear. There was no way of saving everyone so you saved yourself, and the feeling of selfishness had never been more apparent than right now. You were lying in bed with a cast on your left leg, your left leg was on top of the duvet while the other leg was under.

A tank top and shorts was all you wore even though you were cold. A pillow was placed between your legs down by your shins to keep the injured one elevated, Bucky had stuck it there the last time he came in to check on you.

Speaking of Bucky, he walked into your shared room in the compound.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed as he gently opened and closed the door without making any sound, you had become hyper-aware to sound and light so a loud noise or a flash of a camera could send you into a state of hysterics. Bucky sat himself at the edge of the bed at around your midsection, you were lying in the middle and facing him. You barely said hello, all you could muster was a groan that had the same rhythm as the word hello. “How’s my girl doing?” Bucky rubbed your thigh very carefully.

It was so obviously a rhetorical question, you were absolutely shit and he knew it. You both just stared at each other and Bucky seemed to get the message, he nodded and looked down. The room was so dark from the lights being off and the curtains being pulled you barely registered that Bucky had a plate of cheese, apple slices, and crackers. Bucky saw you turn your nose up and he knew you would, you had been like this for what felt like weeks.

“You have your two appointments today, you wanna use the crutches or the wheelchair?” Bucky asked as he gently caressed your thigh, a little hum came after a few sections to clarify this wasn’t rhetorical.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“Okay…” Bucky held onto the last syllable, he glanced over to the wheelchair and crutches. “How about you have a little snack and then when you got food- and I’ll get water -you can make your choice. You also know you can switch and I’ll be glad to grab it for you, alright?” he did a few quick pats on your thigh before setting the plate down on the bedside table, he grunted as he stood up and stuck his arms slowly beneath you. All Bucky did was sit you upright to eat, you had gotten better at eating and now didn’t need motivation to eat but just a little push at the beginning to keep going after the first bite. Bucky also found if he ate a few pieces from the plate you’d be more inclined to eat the rest.

“Thanks,” your voice was low and barely audible.

“No need, pretty lady,” Bucky got right beside you and grabbed the plate, he placed it between you and let you choose the first piece. “So, you’re at the doctor at two and then Doc at three-ten, do you wanna nap between for a little or for a while after?” he just took a cracker and plopped it into his mouth.

“No, no nap between, I wanna sit outside Doc’s office like before to make sure I’m not late.” You mumbled and stacked a piece of cheese on an apple slice. Doc was your therapist that was assigned to you a little while before your injury, Bucky wasn’t the only one who got nightmares and manic episodes; you probably got them more. Bucky knew he couldn’t go into your therapy meeting, he could physically go in but it went against his morals, this was your time to be alone and completely vulnerable to a human that you only see one or twice a week, he didn’t want you to sugar coat anything just because he wa sitting there.

Bucky nodded and hummed before pulling the notebook out of the bedside table’s drawer, your combat backpack which you used for everything between missions and a picnic in the park was curled over itself in the corner of your room. Bucky picked it up and headed back to bed to let it rest there as he packed. He did this when you weren’t injured, Bucky had sadly realized your memory was a little shot from the amount of bootleg brainwashing and head injuries. You’d constantly forget about appointments or missions, or even the date.

“Baby, I told you, your birthday is today, that’s why I got flowers.” Bucky said and pointed to the counter with the bright flowers on it.

“No…” you rubbed the front of your head. “My birthday isn’t today, I forget the day- but it’s not today, I swear.”

He slid in your journal that you used to write down lists and memories, you had used a guitar pick as your bookmark even though you can’t play anymore. Sometimes when you’d show up to a therapy session you’d forget what you wanted to say, it hurt him when he’d walk you there and you’d be saying the list of things under your breath with your eyes closed. Nightmare, mom, picking my nails, ankle, nightmare, sand, flowers.

“We gotta go soon, anyways, wanna get ready for the day?” Bucky softly asked, there was no nice way of telling your loved one they needed to shower.

“Sure,” you looked down at the plate and grabbed the last of it before getting up, the apple and cheese was just curled in the palm of your hand, as you walked over you shoved it all into your mouth because you knew you had to shower and you didn’t like soggy cheese.

“I’ll keep packing your bag, and I’ll fill a water bottle for you.” Bucky had been your human crutch as you walked to the bathroom, you had an itch down in your cast that was bugging you.

Tony had wanted to add tech to the shower to help you stand because putting pressure on your left leg hurt after three minutes and seven seconds- not that you were timing to see how long you could go without collapsing. You had said no to tech and just asked for a bar, Bucky even thought it would be cool but it was all up to you.

Bucky helped you slip out of your clothes before leaving you be, he knew he would have to check on you periodically because you were too stubborn to ask for help if you had fallen or couldn’t get in the shower. You gripped onto the metal bar and helped yourself slip in, you turned the water on right away.

You liked warm, long showers. You just let the water hit your skin as you stood in front of the shower head, the water pressure was high so you let the bullets hit your face when your eyes were closed. Your hair got wet as you stood there, you reached for the bottle of shampoo and expected it to be where it always was. The was getting into your eyes and when you squinted to see where the bottle was everything was double, as you reached for the bottle you had actually reached for the fake double and knocked the bottle off the ledge. A loud thump rang through the bathroom and it sounded like a bomb.

There was one second of silence before you heard scrambling from outside the bathroom door, all at once you could see the door swing open by its shadow through the curtain. The curtain was pulled back so hard a couple of ringlets holding it up were ripped off.

“Baby?” Bucky yelled before he registered you were standing upright. “What?” he breathed heavily, he was completely expecting you to be passed out on the floor with a cracked skull.

“Shampoo bottle,” you said meekly.

“Oh, thank god…” Bucky sighed to himself as he reached down to pick it up. “Are you hurt at all, did you fall?” He placed the bottle back on the ledge which made him reach across your naked body, on his way back his hand touched your shoulder then went to cup your cheek and move your head to look at him.

“I’m all good, babe.” You smiled, an exhausting smile.

“Alright, back-is-packed, finish up and I'll help you over to physio, alright?” Bucky closed the curtain to give privacy but waited for a verbal answer.

“Perfect, thank you.” You grabbed the bottle again, your heart ached for him to be in the shower with you, it was something you did all the time before you were injured.

“Don’t thank me, pretty lady.” Bucky reached for the door and opened it, before he could walk out, your voice quietly called his name, he could barely hear it over the water in the shower. “Yes?” he replied with the same softness.

“Stay here with me, please.” the ‘please’ came after a beat, and extra plea.

“Always,” Bucky sat on the toilet seat and gave the company you needed as you tried to stick your finger down your cast to itch that one spot on your leg.

*****

Soon enough you were sat in the physio room, Bucky was off to the side with paper work in his lap and a binder in your backpack he packed for you. You liked the moral support when you were here because you never really had the best experience with doctors, Bucky would act like he wasn’t even there. That was a good thing, he did need to be the hovering boyfriend all the time because that can get tiring for both parties. He’d look up and listen to the doctor near the end, Bucky would write down the exercises and when to do them so he could gently remind you later.

“Alright, you’re gonna get a new cast next week,” the doctor smiled at you, when you didn’t pick up on the excitement the doctor’s smile faded. “That means three quarters done!” Bucky had looked up and smiled, even clapped a couple times.

“Then I have to learn how to walk again,” that was an exaggeration but it didn’t feel like one.

The doctor gave a knowing look, “why do I feel like you’re already walking without the crutches?” You didn’t say anything because it was true.

Your leg was examined and x-rayed, Bucky held onto your necklace as you went in. Your mind faded in and out as the doctor spewed ‘doctor stuff’ at you, you just didn’t have the care to listen; but Bucky did. He’s the type of guy to take notes and research later.

Bucky would look over and see you looking at the floor, not even paying attention. He knew he couldn't get mad at you, you both dealt with injury very similarly. But something about seeing you shut down entirely made his heart ache, he wanted to reach out and lift the corners of your lips up into a smile because they seemed like they were being weighed down, he couldn’t remember the last time you smiled and real smile. He hadn’t been going on mission to keep you company, but now he knew his most important mission.

He walked you over to your therapy session that was still in the building, your Doc would come to the Avenger tower. He’d walk you right to the door of some random debrief room and kiss you goodbye. Bucky would hold your shoulders and gently rub your arms to hype you up before going in, he gave his little speech and said the same thing after.

“You know I love you, and I know it’s hard.” he’d then kiss your cheeks and forehead. “I’ll be right here when you’re done, don’t even sweat it, pretty lady.” He then wouldn’t leave until the door closed and he heard muffled voices.

The tower was right in the heart of the city, everything he needed was right there and a walking distance away. He slipped on a long sleeve and his gloves, he knew you took the backpack but you also had reusable bags, he took a few and headed out into the summer heat, it wasn’t humid today which was great but it wasn’t cold either. The tote bag was slung over his shoulder, all that was in it right now as a list.

flowers

chocolate

card

stuffed animal

To call Bucky a romantic would seem weird to someone who only knew of him from the news or a museum, you knew him as a total hopeless romantic. Even in the 40’s, Bucky was the type of person to keep their walls up until he really got to know and trust you. It would normally be one little thing that would allow him to truly be himself around someone, he let his guard down that day you were walking to the restaurant he made a reservation at, Bucky placed himself so that arm or hand you’d hold would be his right but when you caught on you walk around him and looped both arms around his left, metal arm. After that, he was goner.

He’d leave little sticky notes everywhere, a blue square paper in the coffee mug that read: ‘make sure you only drink one cup!’ or another on your shampoo bottle: ‘you look great naked ;)’. Bucky knew the little things mattered to you and vice versa, he knew that grand gestures didn’t mean anything without a little kiss that came before.

The flower shop smelt great, Bucky didn’t know much about plants but he knew which ones you’d like. He was thinking of putting one on each bedside so whenever you’re lying in bed- which was a lot -you could look at some pretty flowers. They were a nice shade of purple and the stems were not too long, Bucky bought them and put them gently in his tote bag before heading over two stores to the grocery store you always shop at.

He was envyus of your clean eating, you’d eat what you want but you’d shop at fermer’s markets and organic stores. Bucky didn’t know it made a difference. He went to the frozen section and found chocolate covered strawberries. Bucky picked up a little pack of eight and headed to the front. There were also flowers there but they didn’t look nearly as nice. All he wanted was a very simple cute card with a blank inside, they were easy to find. It was cream coloured with a little sketch of a fuzzy, brown teddy bear holding a yellow balloon. All it said in dainty cursive at the top was: “look at you go!” Bucky knew this was perfect. Near the cards were little toys and stuffed animals. He found a bear that looked eerily similar to the one on the card but without the balloon.

As he walked into the Avenger’s tower the bag was full and he had enough time to spare to set things up. Bucky headed to the rooms and made the bed, he changed the sheets as well because he knew you liked them when they were crisp. The teddy sat right in the middle with the card next to it. Bucky had written a little note that covered the entire right side of the card. He got a bowl from the kitchen and filled it with ice, he also found that white wine you liked and stuck it on there with the strawberries just to keep them cool but not melted.

Bucky glanced at his watch and felt almost giddy as he realized it was time to head over to the conference room, he had to work on not giving it away when he’d first see you with his wide smile. The walk to the room was quick because of how fast Bucky was walking, he turned the corners sharp and almost jogged down the hall down the meeting rooms. He only stood there for about three seconds before the door slowly opened, Doc had opened the door and helped you out. Bucky’s smile turned into complete worry when you walked out holding a tissue to your nose, your eyes were red and puffy. Bucky also noticed that your fingernails were red and bleeding, that was one habit you were currently trying to break.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked in quiet disbelief, his eyebrows almost touching.

Doc gave a curt nod, “we talked about a lot of things,” her answers were always so vague.

You sniffled and waited for Doc to leave down the hall, Bucky was still looking at you. His hands held your shoulders and gently massaged the answer out of you.

“It was a good cry, I needed that.” you sighed from exhaustion.

A little piece of Bucky’s heart broke, if you needed to have a good cry then you could have told him, he would’ve listened. Bucky started to go back and see where it went wrong, if he was too overbearing and if this whole afternoon he had planned was created at a very wrong time. He wanted to ask what he did wrong but what came out was different. “Well that’s good to hear, I know Doc is good at that- helping you out.” His words were true but something about the delivery made it seem uneasy.

“I just-” you looked to the ceiling and hoped to find the words you needed written there. “I like flushing it all out to her because I won’t see her for a week and I don’t need to keep up with what I’m feeling. I always cry to you but Doc is just really good at explaining how I feel, you’re there to validate it and make me feel soothed.” You held his left hand as you both walked down the hallway. “I feel lighter, like, I feel better.”

“That’s always good, sweetheart,” Bucky made sure you were putting weight on him because you didn’t bring your crutches but you really should have. “I have a little treat for you,” He turned to face you when you both stood at his door, Bucky kept his hand on the door handle. “I know it’s been a rough few weeks but I hope you know I love you all the same, and all I see is my strong, beautiful girlfriend.” Bucky saw your confused face, as he opened the door to reveal a dim lit room with flowers, wine and a teddy your eye welled up with tears again.

You gasped and put your hands on your chest, “for me?” your voice shook as you walked in, you peered into the ice bucket to see your favourite wine and some food as well as a card beside the ice bucket, under the teddy. Tears flowed down your face as the feeling of being overwhelmed washed over you, you could barely string a sentence together. A hand waved the gifts all away, “too much,” was all you could muster.

“No, baby,” Bucky smiled, he walked over and pulled you into a hug. “Nothing will ever be too much for you.”

He let you cry in his chest for a very long time, you both ended up sitting on the edge of the bed as he stroked all the way up your back. His hand would bunch up your hair as he went up to your neck. His lips were right at your ear, all he whispered were sweet nothings and a calming ‘shh’ once and a while. When you had a little composure Bucky reached for the card, as you read it your lips trembled even more. A hand stayed glued to your heart as your body warmed at loving words, you could barely read it with blurry vision from the tears but it still seemed crystal clear. Your finger traced over the signature: ‘love you to the moon and back, Bucky’. And you crumbled again, your forehead hit his chest as you cried away all the pent up emotion you thought you flushed out at your therapy session.

With all the crying you were so tired, Bucky had thrown on a movie you two could watch while enjoying your strawberries and wine. You only had two and half a cup before you were snoring on Bucky’s shoulder, he tried to nudge you a couple times but nothing worked at all. He watched the movie on his own and saved the last two strawberries for you in the morning. You didn’t even wake up at him getting up and leaving the room. When he came back he got you out of your day clothes and into something comfy.

*****

You woke up to the sun hitting your back, when your eyes opened they focused on the flowers and a smile graced your face. It was the first time in a long time since you smiled with your eyes, a little giggle even slipped out.

At that sound Bucky walked out of the bathroom, “well there she is,” he smiled wide.

“What does that mean?” you wiped the drool from the side of your mouth, “I had a nap, a really good one, too.” You seemed to be bragging.

“A nap? Baby, it’s eight.” Bucky raised his eyebrows.

“Ya, I fell asleep at about five so I had a three hour nap, no biggie.” You rolled on your back and stretched out, your gaze moved back to Bucky when you heard a giggle, “what?” you laughed back.

“Eight in the morning, the next day. Your three hour nap was actually a well deserved fifteen hour hibernation.” Bucky joined you on the bed.

“That’s why I feel so good,” you sighed, you looked over to Bucky and swatted his chest at his little smirk. “Don’t think like that.”

“I bet I can make you feel just as good-”

You cut him off with a kiss.

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pokedocbedlam · 2 years ago

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A Plague I Call A Heartbeat: Submas Vampire AU

Cross-posted on AO3 here!

Warnings for: Vampires and associated blood/violence/etc, the traumas of turning into a vampire, major character undeath (and the death of one vampire OC who really deserves it).

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"I am Emmet. And something...bit me. I don't feel well."

Ingo's heart plummets into his chest. He's already throwing on his shoes and coat, and while he tries to keep his collected and calm, his voice still shakes. "Where are you? I'll come get you. Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"No, I'm...I'm not bleeding. I checked. Though that's funny. Isn't it? I got bit. There is a lot of blood. But I am not hurt. I...I find that strange."

"That is. We'll figure it out. Emmet, your location, please." Ingo storms out of the apartment and down the steps to the dark city streets below.

"Hmm...an alleyway. It's dark. I'm next to a dumpster. No...no Pokemon though. Whatever bit me must've scared them off. It was big. Verrry big. Like a person..." Emmet sounds out of breath, and his words slur like he's pleasantly drunk and about to fall asleep. Ingo has to beg him to focus, to keep talking to prove he's still alive. "I think...I was close to home. Past the park? Yup yup, past the park. Someone...followed me from the park..."

They have traced this path a million times, every day to work and back, and never encountered trouble. This is far from the first time either of them have walked home alone. Why now, Ingo thinks as he checks every alleyway? Why is this night different, what happened, who would dare hurt Emmet?!

There. A pair of legs, shoes and pants bright white in contrast to the dark night, poke out from behind a dumpster. Ingo hangs up the X-Transceiver and runs, practically collapsing onto his knees next to Emmet as he gathers his twin into his arms. Emmet is so, so pale, almost as white as his clothes, which makes the pricks of red dotting his clothes stand out all the more. So do the two dots of red on his neck, like twin bug bites, small and freshly scabbed over. Such tiny wounds. Yet Emmet looks like he's lost far more blood than what he's stained with.

"We should get you to a hospital."

"No. I am Emmet. I am...I am just tired. And hungry." Emmet curls into his brother, holding tight. Though he's exhausted and clearly somewhat delirious, he's got a grip like an Onix using Bind. "I want to go home. Please take me home."

Okay. He can check Emmet at home first, ascertain his twin's condition in a safe space. Ingo stands up, carrying his brother in his arms (he's so light, why is he so light?), and hurries back to the apartment. He doesn't want to be seen here. Bystanders will spin up rumors if they see him, even though not one citizen who might've seen Emmet bothered to help at all. (Ingo swallows these thoughts like bitter medicine. He's displacing his anger. He should save it for finding the villain who did this, once Emmet is safe. Protect Emmet first. Protect his bleeding baby brother.)

Up the stairs. Door open. Emmet is gently deposited on the couch, and Ingo only leaves him to grab a first aid kit and a damp washcloth. He helps Emmet out of his soiled clothes and cleans the spots of blood from his skin, checks on the tiny wounds on Emmet's neck. Questions are asked, but only met with the endless litany of "I don't know". No clue to the attacker's identity, motive, why someone would bite Emmet like an animal and run, nothing.

"We'll figure out who did this to you," Ingo says as he smooths Emmet's hair out of his face. "You'll be okay. I promise."

"I know. Thank you." Emmet looks up at Ingo with glassy eyes, but can't quite seem to focus on his face. He sighs. "Ingo? I'm hungry. Could you...?"

"Oh, right. Of course. One moment." It's late, but Emmet hasn't had dinner yet, as he usually waits to eat until he's home. For expediency's sake, Ingo reheats some leftovers and brings it over. He helps Emmet back into a sitting position and hands him the food. Watches as Emmet takes a bite and immediately grimaces. Strange, as this meal is one of his favorites, and Ingo's portion of leftovers earlier had tasted fine. "Something wrong?"

"N-no. Nothing. It...I must not have closed this one right. Went bad."

"I'll get you something else, then." In the back of Ingo's mind, warning bells sound. He really, really should take Emmet to see a professional, the ER must still be open. But first, he's got to find something for his twin to eat. Some food should help clear his mental fog, maybe help him remember more of what happened.

But nothing works. Seems every food Emmet tries has gone bad. He says it all tastes like ash or dirt. Ingo doesn't taste anything different. Emmet's frustration grows with each attempt, until he's curled up around a pillow and practically shaking.

"We should at least get something in your stomach. Even if it tastes bad." Ingo's last resort is a small protein bar, the kind he usually keeps on hand when work gets too hectic for a timely lunch break. "This is small and should get some fuel back in your furnace. Please try it."

Emmet stares for a long time at the offering in Ingo's outstretched hand. A trick of the light makes it seem like his eyes have dilated, like a Purrloin ready to pounce on an easy mark. Emmet reaches for the bar. Instead he grabs his brother's arm. Brings it closer to his face.

Bites.

Everything feels far away, as if Ingo has stepped out of his body to watch a movie of himself. A horror flick, clearly. Here is his twin, latched on his wrist, eyes wide in abject terror at what he's doing but unable to bring himself to stop drinking in greedy gulps. Red blood bubbling up around pearly white fangs, his brother's fangs, fangs whiter than his coat. Pain more distant than it should be, the dull ache of a needle between injection and removal. His twitching fingers, the hitch in his breath, a growing core of cold in his chest, everything more distant than it should be. Ingo is absently aware that any sane person would be screaming right now. Or struggling to get away. Something. Anything. Move, damn it, move!

"Emmet. That's enough."

Emmet jerks away at the mention of his voice, and the sharp removal of fangs stings worse than the rest of the experience. Ingo pulls his arm away and holds his bleeding wrist to his chest, even though he knows it'll soak into his dress shirt. There are two small, perfect holes in his wrist. Like bug bites. Bubbling with red, his red, his...

"Ingo. I am sorry. I don't know what came over me. I don't..." Emmet is babbling, and there are tears in his eyes even as his tongue laps up the leftover blood flecking his lips. His skin looks remarkably healthier, ashen white replaced by vibrant pink with ruddy cheeks as if he just finished running a marathon, and his eyes are clear and bright and glowing. "Oh dragons. I remember what happened."

Ingo nods, motioning for his brother to continue. If he opens his mouth, he knows all the panic building inside him will spill out.

"I noticed someone following me. Lured him into an alleyway. I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I cannot be seen in a public altercation. But the person following me was so fast. Pinned me to a wall. Bit my neck." Emmet pauses. His fingers hover just over his neck, though now the wound is so healed over that it's barely visible, less than twin bug bites. "I think they...they meant to leave me there. They went through my things. But they saw my trainer ID. Realized who and what I am. Said something about me being important. Or funny. I...forget. But they...they..."

There are tears in Emmet's eyes. For every burden Ingo has built the strength to shoulder, every weakness he has strategized around, he has never learned how to close his heart off when his brother starts crying. He's never needed to. With the one arm that isn't leaking blotchy red into his shirt, he wraps an arm around Emmet and pulls him into a hug, foreheads pressed together.

"They opened their wrist and told me to drink. Or I would die! And I should have, I should have known what would happened, I should have died but Ingo I was so scared and I...I didn't want to leave you, or our Pokemon, or anyone so I...so I drank. I drank until they called me a greedy baby bat, and then they shoved me down, think they might've kicked me, I don't know, I was too stunned I think. By the time I got back up they were gone and I felt sick. And I...that's when I called you." Emmet sniffles and sobs, but already he doesn't gasp for air. Doesn't need to anymore. His fingers dig into the fabric of Ingo's shirt, nails sharp. "Ingo, I'm sorry. I didn't think...I didn't..."

"Shhhh. It's okay, Emmet. We'll figure this out. I'm not angry." At him, at least. The bastard who did this to his little brother, who nearly left him for dead and turned him into a monster instead? Oh, that villain is going to pay dearly for this

"But I hurt you. I could've killed you."

"You didn't. In fact, I feel fine." Well, a little woozy, like he'd just donated a lot of blood. Which he has, in a sense. Deep breaths, Ingo. But not too deep. "Do you feel better? Less...hungry?" Emmet nods, mute. "Good. We'll find a better solution later, but for now...well. Better me than a stranger. Now, I should get myself cleaned up. If you'll excuse me."

Emmet shakes his head. "I don't want to be left alone." His gaze narrows on Ingo's wrist again, but without the raw hunger this time. "I think...I remember how the person who bit me closed my wound. Stopped me bleeding. Let me try. Please. I'll be careful."

Only a fool would listen, Ingo thinks, even as he offers his wrist once more. But his trust in Emmet is stronger, and sure enough, the twin in white does not bite a second time. He laps at the wound with his tongue. The wounds knit themselves shut, barely discernible against pale skin and blue veins. Like there's no harm done at all. Like none of this happened. Like there are no monsters in the night that twist soft and sweet lives into hungry, hunting things.

Ingo tries to swallow it all down until he can reach the privacy of his room. He only makes it to the bathroom, peeling off his bloodstained shirt, where he glances at the mirror and should be able to see Emmet in the living room but finds no reflection to match the footfalls behind him. Ingo collapses on the cold tile floor and chokes on the encroaching darkness.

Daylight comes, and Emmet has to hide in a room with no windows. The sunlight is too bright for curtains and blinds to keep him safe. Patches of his skin are burnt and peeling from daybreak. He numbly rubs salve over his skin as he tucks himself into the tiniest shape he can manage in the back of a wardrobe that taunts him with clean white clothes.

No surprise, the first day is hardest for a new vampire, and not just from the shock or the difficulties in hiding from the sun. Vampires are undead. Emmet died and is now reanimated by the blood of others. His body is catching up with this fact as organs find themselves no longer necessary and shut down. It is a jarring experience, which Emmet briefly escapes by drifting off from sheer exhaustion until a new wave of pain hits.

At least he's not hungry again. Yet. That had been all he could think about after getting home, and now...

Emmet pulls his knees to his chest and shudders, but no pressure builds behind his eyes. Seems that vampires have no need for tears.

"Emmet? May I join you for a bit?" Ingo's voice is hoarse and tired, but seems he can't rest either. Emmet voices a wordless affirmative. The closet door thumps as Ingo sits down and leans against it.

"How are things out there? Is it a nice day outside?"

Ingo takes too long to answer, "It's overcast. Not much going on at all." And Emmet can practically taste that lie on his tongue, but he doesn't want to argue or think about the fact that he can't just look outside anymore, he saw the sun for the last time yesterday and didn't even realize he'd miss it. "How are you faring? Are you...adjusting to your new carriage?"

"Maintenance for this new model is rough. Attempting to shut down and remove equipment that's become obsolete. Doubt that ever comes up in the romance paperbacks. Not a verrry sexy thing for a vampire to do, after all."

Ingo snorts. "No, I would hazard it isn't. I...have been trying to do some research, but there is remarkably little information on vampires online. Mostly information that is, as you say, from fiction. I've found a couple leads, but they all get cut off before discovering anything concrete. Like it's covered up."

"So I've been dragged into a supernatural conspiracy. Lovely." A sigh shudders through his body. "I am sorry."

"Don't be. You didn't choose this."

"Technically, I—"

"Being forced to chose in a life or death situation is not a real choice at all. And if you'd died...if I'd lost you..." The closet door creaks as Ingo rocks against it. Emmet can't see him, but imagines the way Ingo handles crying by pressing his palms against his eyes as if he can shove the tears back into place. "Emmet, if I lost you, I'd lose myself too. We're a two-car train. Last night...I can't let anything happen else happen to you. I won't."

"I know." Emmet has never wanted to hug Ingo as badly as he does right now, when such comfort would also come with the risk of burning alive (unalive? undead?) on his own bedroom floor. "I am Emmet. I might be changing, but I am still me. I will not leave you, unless it would ever hurt you more for me to stay."

"That won't happen."

"I'll get hungry again sooner or later."

"We won't let you get as bad as last night. Figure out better food. Like...from a blood bank? Or, does it have to be human blood, do you think? Maybe..." A yawn cuts through Ingo's theorizing. He slumps against the door.

"Ingo, we'll figure it out. We always do. But we need to follow proper safety precautions. Go sleep. I'll try to do the same. I'm not going anywhere." No response. Ingo does not move. Emmet sighs. "If you need to stay with me, you can sleep on my bed. Don't mind the Joltiks. I've taught them no zaps during naps."

"...Okay. I'll see what I can do." The pressure against the closet door alleviates, and is followed by a thump on the bed. Emmet wonders if there are shadows under his brother's eyes, if any color has returned to his skin yet. Between being drunken from, staying up late to research, and all the jags of crying in between because this is all too much for even Ingo to bear...no wonder he's worn out. Too stubborn for his own good. Both of them are. "Goodnight...er, wait. Good day?"

"Good day Ingo," Emmet says. And once his twin starts snoring, Emmet is finally able to drift off too.

Just as there is synthetic meat, in this age where Pokemon can be cloned and spun up wholesale from science, so too is there synthetic blood. It is meant for trainers who strive to give their carnivorous Pokemon like Golbat and Gliscor a more natural diet. It is not a common foodstuff by any mean, an expensive order that takes time to make and ship.

But it is worth every Pokedollar when Emmet takes that first sip. It tastes different from human blood (or Ingo's, at least), but it does the trick. Like tasting a twist on a favorite homemade soup recipe, it suffuses him with delicious warmth. For the first time, he is able to drink his fill without worrying about hurting someone.

"It works?" Ingo asks. Emmet can only bring himself to nod as he drinks. "Bravo, excellent! If we can keep some of these on hand, we won't have to worry about you getting too hungry while we're out!"

And Emmet won't have to rely on his brother as his sole source of nourishment, which is even more important in the younger twin's book. He's drunk as sparingly as possible so Ingo has time to recover, but even so, it's left Ingo drained and lethargic the past few days. Whenever the twin in black isn't researching, both on how to help Emmet's condition and tracking down his attacker, he's deep asleep. Like a puppet with cut strings, a corpse waiting for the flies to flock over.

At least they have time off work. An official police report had been filed about Emmet's attack, and the Subway Masters are on leave while Emmet recovers from the trauma of the attack. He's received Get Well Soon cards from the depot agents and frequent riders of the Battle Subway. He feels better with their well-wishes, reading them all over and over again while his brother rests. Thanks to the recent purchase of blackout curtains, Emmet is at least able to traverse his own home again during the daylight hours and sleep in his own bed.

Progress comes in slow, steady steps. Emmet reads up on vampire lore to test what he can do. He is stronger than before, faster reflexes, more resilient if struck by a stray Pokemon attack. He cannot fly, nor does he seem to possess any form of hypnotism, but he does have an easier time understanding his Pokemon, as if they were actually speaking to him.

He also might be able to shapeshift. The one time he tried and shifted his arm, the sight of his twisting bones and fur sprouting along his arms terrified him so much that he immediately panicked and shifted back. The incident left him starving to boot, and he doesn't want to feed any more than he has to.

A few nights after the first delivery of synthetic blood, Ingo and Emmet leave the apartment for a walk. A test to see if Emmet can control himself around humans who aren't his brother, who is carrying a thermos of blood in case a hunger pang kicks in. It's a beautiful night, the kind where the moon overhead is a siren luring all walks of life out to the streets, scaring away the darkness as Nimbasa's endless party rolls along. Emmet's been cramped up in the apartment so long, he wants nothing more than to run through the city and take in all the sights and sounds he's missed. But no, this is a test, and so he stays by his brother's side and watches the city with fresh eyes.

(The people and Pokemon surrounding him smell...good. But not so tempting that he'll break cover. He drinks once from his thermos during their outing, but he does not lose control. He is Emmet, a Subway Boss, a paragon of order and safety. He will not lose control again.)

The fairgrounds glitter with so many lights, rides in full swing even so late at night. So full of life. Emmet is so enthralled by it all, he almost doesn't hear his name called over the din of the crowd. But Ingo does, and his hold on Emmet's hand tightens even as he cheerfully calls out, "Elesa! Good to see you!"

"Good to see you too! Sorry I haven't had time to check in much. Work's kept me busy." She emerges from the crowd in a bright wig and puffy coat, one of her many disguises for slumming among the general populace. She embraces Ingo first, then turns to Emmet, expression softening. "Hey. Heard what happened. Are you...how're you holding up?"

"I am Emmet. And I am doing okay as I can." He smiles, careful not to show any teeth. "Missed you, El."

"Aww, I missed you too, you bidoofus." Before Ingo can stop her, Elesa wraps her arms around Emmet and pulls him into a tight hug. He stands there a moment, unsure if he should hug back or pull away, instincts warring between friendship and the warning sights blaring in his head. His face is so close to her neck and she smells...

...Actually, she smells gross. He can't place it, but the stench is sharp, prickles his nose and tongue and makes him want to gag. So he claps Elesa's back once, twice, and pulls away soon as is polite. She beams up at him, and if she notices his discomfort, she says nothing.

"It's late for you two! What brings you out here? Enjoying the nice night?"

"Sort of." Emmet has mulled over this moment, though he didn't expect it so soon. Elesa is one of their oldest, dearest friends, one they met on their original Pokemon journey as children and have been close to ever since. Family in all but blood. Emmet doesn't want to scare her. But she has to know. "Can we talk? On the Ferris Wheel, perhaps."

"Sounds like a plan to me." Elesa knows better than anyone that a Ferris Wheel carriage is one of the most secure places for secrets in Nimbasa. She's spilled her fair share of confessions there, as have the twins. It is so easy, to secure a ticket, climb into a tiny suspended booth, watch the city go by while opening up one's heart.

So they do. Emmet cannot meet anyone's gaze as he talks, explains how he's different now, everything is different. And when his words fail him and Ingo takes over, Emmet turns his attention to the city below. Streets cut through blocks of buildings like veins and arteries tunneling through flesh. Emmet doesn't know if he can fly, but looming over the whole of Nimbasa like this, he feels like he could try, glide along the night and let his white coat blend in with the moon above.

"And that's what happened," Emmet concludes at the end of it all. "I am Emmet. I am a vampire. I do not know who turned me, or why. But I cannot change what happened. Just accept what I am, and refuse to become a monster like the one who made me."

"Oh, Em..." Elesa covers her mouth with a pale hand, nails sharp and perfectly painted, her wrist covered by the sleeves of her puffy coat. "I am so, so sorry for what happened to you."

He expected that. But not what comes next.

"I never thought they'd come after you too."

Elesa is a model, Nimbasa's Gym Leader, and it turns out her trademark perfume is garlic-infused holy water. She did not pick up the family trade of hunting the kinds of monsters that do not fit neatly in Pokeballs, but she knows how to defend herself from things that go bump in the night. Things like vampires, like the one who turned Emmet.

"I might've even seen the creep too," She explains as the twins listen in rapt bewilderment. "Between my work and my family heritage, vamps see me as like, the ultimate challenge. So I'm used to them coming after me, even if it's rare that any of them make it so far. I've got my security teams and gym assistants trained on what to watch out for."

Emmet has to ask, "...Could you tell? About me?"

"Of course. But only 'cause I'm trained for it. You still look and sound like the same Emmet I've always known and loved. Though the face you made when you noticed my perfume...!" Her laugh rings through the carriage. For that, Emmet is thankful. He was so, so afraid that his confession would lose him a friend. But he couldn't live keeping such a secret from her. But when she speaks again, her voice is softer. "When Ingo said you'd been assaulted, I'd...already had a suspicion. I'd heard whispers of a vamp coming through town. But I didn't want it to be true. When I hugged you down on the streets though...honey, I know how to tell if a heartbeat's missing."

Oh.

"You heard rumors?" Ingo asks. His volume ticks up, curiosity piqued and the flames of protective anger fanning up. "What do you know? Anything that could help us find the vampire who turned Emmet?"

"Sire. The term for a vampire's...for whoever turned them, that's a sire. Though most of them stick around and actually raise those they turn. The fact that yours didn't...well, might narrow things down. I'll ask around. And then I'm coming with you."

"We couldn't possibly ask you to—"

"You're not asking. I'm insisting. I'll even clear my calendar." As if to prove her readiness, she reaches into her bright and puffy coat to pull out a dagger, silver with an engraved hilt. She idly gestures with it as she continues talking. "You two are the best at Pokemon battles in this town. Maybe in the whole country. But vampires aren't Pokemon. You two couldn't hurt a fly on your own normally, and while righteous rage goes a long way, it'll only carry you so far. You need someone who knows when and where to stake a vampire." She quirks a smile. "Besides. Emmet is my brother too. I won't let anyone get away with hurting him."

Their Ferris Wheel carriage begins its slow descent. Ingo exhales a shaky breath. "Thank you, Elesa. We'll accept any help we can get. We've researched as much as we could, but there's remarkably little to be found on the subject."

"Of course there isn't. The existence of vampires is supposed to be a secret, so they make sure all that info's scrubbed from the internet." Elesa sighs, her dagger spinning close to her braids. "Most of my knowledge is about, y'know, how to spot vampires and hurt them. But I'll see if any of that can help instead. I could never hurt you, Em."

Everyone keeps saying that. They won't hurt him, he won't hurt them. They're so sure of that. "But what if something goes wrong? What if I hurt someone?"

"You won't, Emmet. You're better than that."

He wasn't on his first night. He still remembers how good those first tastes of blood were, warmth and power flowing through him. The feel of teeth piercing flesh. The echoing accusation of greedy baby bat bouncing through his skull, the way he couldn't pull away from Ingo of his own volition and might've gorged himself until he'd left a husk on the couch. He remembers being told that the two ways to measure a man are at his highest and lowest points, and at his worst, Emmet came very, verrry close to failing everything he stood for.

Two pairs of hands take his own. (Two pairs of wrists, one unblemished and the other with two pinpricks too faint to even mistake for bug bites, so close to his face.)

"You are Emmet," Ingo says. Elesa finishes, "We won't leave you." They both squeeze his hands, tight. He lets them lean in and embrace him, and if Emmet could still cry, his body would shake and shudder with sobs until there was nothing left of him. But he cannot, so he simply holds back, tight.

It is only later that he realizes that even with such close proximity, he hadn't felt tempted to bite them. Maybe they're right. Maybe he will be okay.

Elesa pulls strings, calls in favors, pins down Emmet's sire with ruthless efficiency. She completes in days what Ingo spent weeks researching. Seems this vampire has been hiding out in the Relic Castle out in the Desert Resort, when not stalking out Castelia City for meals. The bastard stopped stalking the streets of Nimbasa after turning Emmet, apparently avoiding his handiwork.

The twins and Elesa escape into the desert shortly after sundown. Dry desert wind whips at their clothes, their usual uniforms discarded for more discreet outfits. All of them are armed with their Pokemon, but Elesa has more traditional weapons hidden among her person, and has allowed Ingo to borrow a dagger for the fight. She taught him how to use it, how to slide it through ribs and into a vampire's heart. The knowledge makes him sick with how easy it seems.

Emmet doesn't need a weapon. Emmet is a weapon. He's freshly fed, and he's learned to safely shift his form just enough to twist his hands into monstrous claws. Sharp talons, armor-scaled skin thrumming red with blood; looks a lot like his Archeops, which is almost fitting as he ventures into the ruins where he'd found that fossil years ago. They had escaped into these ruins to escape the sun, Ingo remembers. How fitting to return under those same conditions.

"I smell him." Emmet's grin grows wide and sharp. "This way. Do not become uncoupled from me." Easier said than done, with his newfound speed, but Ingo follows close as he can with Elesa guarding the rear. They descend into the darkness. Ingo's heartbeat pounds in his ears.

A low laughter cuts through the stillness of the ruins. "I was wondering when you'd come find me, baby bat."

Emmet snarls. The last Ingo sees of him is the fury glowing in his eyes as he darts across the stone floor to meet his maker in the shadows. Ingo can hear the hidden scuffle, cracking stone and shuffling sand, the gasp of a sharp hit and the laugh of a successful blow. Emmet is fierce, this he knows. But his sire is far older, and far less human for it.

"Stay on guard," Elesa whispers to him. "Old vampires have all sorts of tricks. Stay with me."

He tries. Dragons above, does he try. Ingo and Elesa traverse the ancient catacombs to join the fight, but alongside the pitfalls and quicksand traps already endemic to the castle, this vampire has left many traps in his home. Ghastly Pokemon block their progress, illusions lead them astray, and stranger powers still seem to twist the hallways in on themselves.

Ingo finds himself alone in dark and silent ruins. Until he isn't.

"My baby bat has more restraint than I gave him credit for," the vampire hisses in Ingo's ear as claws wrap delicately around his midsection, poised to stab if Ingo moves too suddenly. "Thought for sure he would've drained you dry by now. Ah, but it is more fun this way. Now I get a second toy to play with."

Ingo hid his blade in his sleeve in case he was caught. He lets the hilt fall into his palm, just like he practiced. If he stabs behind him, and up, he can get in between those ribs. Just like they practiced.

He hisses as a distraction, "Emmet is stronger than you'll ever be. Because he's still a human at heart. Unlike you."

"For now, sure. He's young still. It takes time, to realize how useless all those morals are in the grand scheme of things." Claws slowly press in, just on the verge of breaking tender flesh. The tips of fangs rest against a pulsing artery. Ingo's heartbeat quickens. "You're coming with me now. We're going to talk with your brother, let him decide what I do to you."

"I don't think so." The blade slides up. Teeth clamp down. The blade stops, as if caught, and is gently pushed back out. It falls to the floor as Ingo's hand goes limp. "You really think I couldn't catch that, with a fresh blood bag right in front of me? What a stupid, foolish boy. I really should eat you and be done with it. But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?"

Ingo's brain and body slow from blood loss. His fingers can't even grab a Pokeball. "Is that why...you're doing this? Because...you're bored?"

The mouth pressed against his neck contorts into a smile. "That's it exactly."

Ingo is dragged deeper into the ruins. He wants to fight back, but he's already lost so much blood, and those claws are still poised to dig into his frail human body if he makes any sudden movements. He has to bide his time—and stay conscious long enough to act the second he has an opening. He can't let himself be used as a bargaining chip against Emmet, not when his little brother has already suffered so much...

Somewhere behind them, a wall breaks. "Found you. I am Emmet. Let him go."

Ingo is spun around to face his brother. More of Emmet's human visage has fallen away, twisted by blood into something sharp, powerful, monstrous. Ingo's breath catches in his throat. He reminds himself, promises himself that the creature before him is still his brother, even with the glowing eyes and the smile with teeth like jagged, fractured glass.

Ingo squirms as soft hands caress his body and trail those sharp claws across his skin, showing the many places where they could pierce him through. Teeth rest against his neck once more. The wounds from the earlier bite weren't properly closed, and Ingo's warm blood slowly trails down his neck and pools against the collar of his shirt.

Emmet's sire coos, "I don't think you're in a position to bargain here, baby bat. But I am."

That gets Emmet to hesitate. Why wouldn't it? Ingo would do the same. He could have all the power in the world, but seeing his brother under threat would bring him low, could make him grovel and beg and throw everything away. Ingo couldn't stand to see that happen to Emmet. But he's running out of options to escape.

Except he sees Emmet's eyes flicker, just a moment, behind them.

Aha. If there's one thing Ingo still has access to, it's his words. He can stall for an opening. He lets the latent fear churning in his guts bubble to the surface. "What...what are you going to do to me?" But he keeps his eyes locked on Emmet's. Winks. After a long moment and one more flicker of the eyes, Emmet winks back.

The vampire needles Emmet with cruel suggestions of what he could inflict on Ingo, the depraved things he could make Emmet stoop to in the name of saving his brother. Ingo lets the threats wash over him, only responding to gasp and utter terrified remarks when the monologue pauses, and Emmet swears and snarls in kind. It is almost easy to play to a monster's ego when they think they have humans outsmarted.

Then Elesa rises from behind the vampire and pierces him through with a silver stiletto blade. Ingo pulls away before those fangs can find purchase in his neck again, and while some of those claws scrape as intended, they soon fall limp and Ingo is able to break free. He stumbles away, still unsteady from blood loss, and finds himself collapsing in Emmet's arms. Those arms swiftly turn human again, and Ingo is held close to a cold chest with no heartbeat as he whispers, "I'm okay, I'm fine, thank you Emmet, everything's okay."

"Either of you two want to finish this guy off?" Elesa asks. The vampire is staked and paralyzed, but not dead just yet; Elesa has another blade pressed against that vampire's throat. Ingo considers a long moment before shaking his head; one attempt at murder, even of a monster, is enough for him tonight. And Emmet shakes his head too, lips pursed, hold on Ingo tight. He's got more important things to look after. Elesa shrugs and says, "Suit yourself. I'm gonna' toss his head into the desert for one last sunrise. You two should get out before that."

"Okay," Emmet says. He reaches into his pocket and holds out Ingo's fallen dagger. "You dropped this earlier."

"I don't need it anymore," Ingo says. He doubts he could hold it well right now anyway. His head is still fuzzy from blood loss.

"You've lost a lot of blood," Emmet points out. And, judging by how wide his pupils are, he still is. "You're still bleeding. I...that is not good."

"You can close it," Ingo says. Emmet does not move. "You don't have to believe what he said. He's dead. And you're better than him. I don't need the dagger because the only one with me will be you, and I won't need to hurt you. I trust you."

Emmet bites his lip. But, under Elesa's watchful gaze (just in case), Emmet leans in and laps the blood off his brother's neck, closes the wound shut. It barely stings at all now. Emmet stays there a few seconds longer than is comfortable for any of them, but in the end he pulls away and scoops up Ingo like he weighs nothing at all. Elesa loosens the hold on her dagger and watches them go.

Just as Ingo carried his vampire-bitten brother out of that alleyway at the start of this mess, now it is Emmet's turn to bring him back from the darkness, final stop set to home.

"You should turn me."

Emmet does not trust his ears at first. He pauses the TV show and turns toward his twin on the couch. "Repeat that."

"You should turn me." Ingo will not meet his gaze. He tightly hugs his dozing Excadrill to his chest, though the Pokemon stirs at the concern in her trainer's voice. "What happened last week, with your sire...there will be other threats, vampire or otherwise. And I cannot be dead weight again like I was before."

"You were inexperienced and caught off guard. But you still got out alive and distracted my...our foe." He doesn't like acknowledging that such a cretin was his sire. "Even Elesa said she was impressed at how well you kept your cool."

"I was still a liability. Emmet, we are a two-car train. We work and fight together in all things. I don't want to be a risk to you." Ingo hugs Excadrill tighter, the Pokemon emitting a little squeak. The older brother, normally so stoic, looks to be on the verge of tears. "Please, Emmet. I don't want to lose you."

"You aren't. I am Emmet. I am right here. I am not going anywhere." They are already making plans for his return to Gear Station, adjusting his schedule to ensure he'll stay out of the sunlight, setting up a break room where Emmet can rest and restock on blood as needed. Everything is going to work out.

Yet Ingo's words, normally so loud and confident, barely come out as a whisper. "And what will happen when I die, and you are still here? When you are alone?"

Oh. He's still shook up by that encounter, all the poisonous things that creep whispered in his ears. "I will still be me. I will not lose sight of who I am."

"Yes. Yes of course. But I..." Ingo presses a palm against a tearful eye. "It's our birthday in a few days. And I know age is just a number, I know how arbitrary it is. But for the first time, I will be older and you will not age right behind me. You're always going to stay like this, and I'm only going to grow older and weaker. One day I won't be enough, and then I'll be gone. And whatever might happen after I die? You won't be there with me. And I won't be with you, won't get to see you become stronger, or remind you when we have an upcoming deadline, or..."

Or make sure Emmet doesn't lose sight of his morals, the way his sire did. If Emmet is being honest, he's terrified of that too. The sight of his big brother, his biggest supporter and his shield since they were small, wrapped up in all those claws and slowly bleeding like a chew toy being slowly torn apart...it had nearly broken him. If he hadn't seen Elesa sneaking up on the vampire, he doesn't know what he would've done. Something stupid that would've gotten Ingo even more hurt, most likely. The guilt for letting things get that out of hand had been the one thing strong enough to outweigh Emmet's hunger and keep him from gorging himself on his twin's blood once the fighting was done. Without the influence of his twin or all their loved ones, how long would Emmet be able to keep those monstrous urges at bay? What's to stop him from getting bored after years of trains and Pokemon battles and ending up like...

Yes, he's a better person than his sire was. At least he is for now. But if he doesn't have a mirror reflecting back at him, could he tell if his smile's grown too sharp? Does he want to take that chance?

"Are you sure?" Emmet asks. "If I turn you, you'll outlive everyone right along with me. We'll have to watch all of our Pokemon die one day. And Elesa too, and everyone else. We'll have to leave the Gear Station behind once it becomes obvious we've stopped aging. Can you handle that?"

Ingo looks down at Excadrill, who peers up at him through sleepy eyes and coos, carefully nuzzling Ingo so he doesn't get cut on the sharp bits. "I will, in time."

"You won't be able to see the sun again. That hits harder than you expect, Ingo. You won't be able to taste your favorite foods because they'll all taste like ash. You'll give up so much, and you'll never get it back. Are you sure you want that?"

Ingo is quiet. He takes deep breaths of Excadrill's dusty fur. "You didn't get that choice. And I'd rather lose all manner of things before losing you."

Emmet doesn't need to breathe and he doesn't miss that, but it does take extra effort to draw air in and exhale, because sometimes the only answer one can offer is a long, drawn-out sigh. "I know you. You've thought about this awhile."

"I would have asked when you were first turned, but...there was so much going on. Thought it'd be best to get you settled first. But dealing with your sire...that sealed it. I'm not letting you face something like that alone again. I'm not letting you face any of it alone again." Ingo finally looks his twin in the eyes. "Please, Emmet. Turn me so we can stay a two-car train. So we can stay us."

Emmet knows in his mind that he should stay strong and refuse. But he is Emmet and he is a vampire, selfish and lonely, and if he can keep one thing from his old life with him forever, it would be his twin.

"Okay."

It is the night before their birthday, and Ingo is about to be turned into a vampire. Nerves are finally catching up with him.

They've spent the whole week in preparation. Setting up schedule changes to accommodate the new nocturnal habits of both twins. Stockpiling extra blood. Training their Pokemon so they can spot if one of their trainers is low on blood or about to lash out, so they can step in and restrain accordingly. And at Emmet's insistence, Ingo writes a letter and seals it, only to be opened in the event that the transformation fails and he...doesn't make it.

His pulse quickens as he settles into the empty bathtub, which they'd deemed would be easiest to clean in case the blood gets messy. He trusts Emmet wholeheartedly, and he isn't going back on his decision. They're a two-car train until the end of the line, and if that means they'll both be vampires stalking the shadows for the rest of their un-lives, at least they'll be damned together. But he knows no amount of thinking can prepare him in full for what will occur. The way it's going to hurt. The way their lives will change when neither of them are human anymore.

Earlier today, Ingo went to the park and sat in the sun, letting it soak through his black clothes and into his pale skin. He lay in the grass, watching the clouds drift along a perfect blue sky, seared the image into his memory. Emmet never got that chance. Ingo, at least, is walking into this with both eyes open. Does that make him more of a fool, seeing his twin's unwitting transformation unfold before him and choosing to go through with it all anyway?

Emmet knocks on the bathroom door. "Are you prepared for departure?"

Just about. Ingo strips off his shirt and carefully folds it. They want to get blood on as little clothing as possible, so Ingo is only clad in a pair of old sweatpants he'd planned on ousting from his wardrobe anyway. "I am. You may proceed with safety checks."

Emmet enters the room, his face betraying his nerves with a too-tight smile and the fangs peeking over his lips. Pokemon are released; Chandelure to gauge if Ingo is too close to death, and Gavantula for restraints if either twin gets too blood-hungry. Emmet goes over the upcoming procedure one more time.

"I will drain you of your blood. All of it. Then I offer my wrist, and you will drink from me. I...suppose I will be able to tell if it worked and when to make you stop." Emmet takes Ingo's hand, palms pressed together, Ingo's heart beating for the both of them. "From this point, there is no returning to your previous station, and we cannot make any unplanned stops. Are we clear?"

"We are. All aboard, Emmet."

"All aboard." Emmet leans in and buries his teeth into Ingo's neck oh so gently. It's barely noticeable. Like bug bites. This time as he's slowly drained of his lifeforce, Ingo isn't afraid, even as his body grows cold and his pulse slows. Where Emmet lost his life alone and in fear, Ingo will lose his own in the safety of his home, in the embrace of the person he cares for most in this world, the one he'd give up a mortal life and death for.

At the precipice of life and death, Ingo watches his brother pull away, eyes bright, skin flushed and full of life (Ingo's life). Emmet tears into his own wrist with sharp white fangs. Blood pools forth and comes to Ingo's lips. "Drink."

It is warm. Acrid, the tang of iron, a taste that normally only comes with pain. The first mouthful is hard to swallow down. The second is easier. And as he drinks, life returns to the world around him. Sounds and smells are sharper, colors are brighter and the shadows have nothing left to hide. And this blood is more than sweet. It is fresh fruit on a summer afternoon, juices dribbling down chins and laughter ringing in the air. It is a warm broth that chases the cold away when winter is at its fiercest. It is morning coffee made perfectly to signal that the day is ready to begin. It is all of this and somehow more, and Ingo understands how it could be so easy to drink this forevermore.

A gentle hand settles on his cheek, fingers brushing his jaw to encourage him to unlatch from his brother's wrist. "Bravo, Ingo. You came through alright."

Ingo pulls away, new fangs lightly grazing his brother's skin. And as he saw his twin do, he licks the injured wrist and watches as the wound seals up before his eyes. The deed is done. In time, it will all hit him full-force how his heart will no longer beat and there will be no more air in his lungs.

"It's almost midnight," Emmet says. "Happy deathday to you. And...wait for it..."

They count down together. Five, four, three, two...

Ingo and his twin press their foreheads together. It is the first day of the rest of their undeaths, and they laugh because there are no more tears to shed.

"Happy birthday to us."

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