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[moerusai]

@luckydragon10 It's our Friendniversary! 🥳

Thank you Nemi, for adopting me and continuing to be one of the most wonderful and supportive friends I have in the KinnPorsche fandom.

Our first collaboration, Glitter & Gold also turned 8 months old today. Thank you to everyone who has watched, rewatched, liked, shared, and commented! We appreciate every single one of you 🥰.

How it started:

How it's going:

[moerusai]

As you can see, this is clearly a Nemi thing and not a "Mo strong-armed Nemi into writing it" kind of thing as many have accused.

WE LOVE YOU NEMI.

Bad Bet question

Who originally came up with the question 'what happens if Porsche is gone' ie how did that originate?

Not really much of a fancy story here, I'm afraid. Although @moerusai inspired The King's Tree with just "soulmate AU" and @nuwildcat inspired Ascension with nothing more than "public claiming," Bad Bet was all my own.

I just thought, "what if Porsche were gone?" and a little bit of "what if Porsche were an under-underground fighter?" and I was lost. The idea kept building and growing over a few months, and and I chatted about it with some friends, and I had to write it. ✍️

It sometimes amazes me that one teensy tiny thought can become so many more thoughts.

[amomentpassed]

i just had the most painful conversation with some narcissistic fuck in my hostel i am ENRAGED

[villain-crown]

neutral | @jegulus-microfic | words: 1,309

critical care, part 9 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8)

* a small amount of explicit content!!

a Jegulus nurse!AU

Regulus Black was an absolute nightmare. 

James knew this because he was watching the evidence of it in real time, in awe of the sweet-looking Slytherin who he knew to be anything but. 

After the heart attack-inducing moment when Sirius has unknowingly advised James to have dirty, unprotected sex with his precious little brother, James knew he was going to need something a lot stronger than coffee to get through the rest of this shitshow of a day. Since injecting vodka directly into his fucking bloodstream wasn’t in the cards, he’d begged, bribed, and bullied most of Gryffindor to order takeaway drinks with him from the nearest boba shop. He was just relaxing into the peace of his first sip when who else but the menace occupying his thoughts came sauntering up to the Surgical ICU nurses’ station.

James choked. 

“Hey, Reggie!” Sirius sang from near his elbow, rifling around the cardboard cup holders containing twenty plastic containers. “I have your order here.”

Taking advantage of his best friend’s momentary distraction, James couldn’t stop himself from checking Regulus out. He looked as fit as ever in his cute forest-green Slytherin scrubs, tilting his head with a devastating smirk when he caught James’s eye. 

The Gryffindor could feel his face redden as the other man’s eyes drew a long, heated line from his face, to his chest, to his waistband, and then finally, to his—

The suggestive look vanished like it was never there, replaced by something much more neutral when Sirius straightened up, holding a purple drink. 

“Here you go, kid.”

“I don’t want that one,” Regulus said with the most adorable pout James had ever witnessed in his life. He suddenly couldn’t figure out where to look or what to do with his hands when Regulus turned that look on him. “What did you order, Potter?”

Sirius raised a finger immediately as James tried to remember how words worked. “No. Don’t tell him, Prongs! No, you’re not getting your way this time, you little brat. You wanted the taro, I bought you the taro, you’re having the taro!”

Meanwhile, James thought he might pass out from the sheer intensity of Regulus’s undivided attention. 

Fuck, he’s pretty. 

“James,” the petite Slytherin cooed, and damn he was so screwed as Regulus bit his lip just so, his dove-gray eyes wide. He stepped closer so that his smaller build seemed even more obviously so compared to James’s height and muscle. Regulus’s powdery, amber scent was almost too much to resist as he tilted his neck, as though to show off the soft, unmarked skin there. “Please?”

“I… I already put my mouth on it,” James said stupidly, his lips oddly dry. 

“Oh, I don’t mind.”

That only prompted James’s imagination, which supplied a fantastic picture of Regulus not minding where else he put his mouth. For instance, Regulus with two of James’s fingers stuffed past his lips, coating them in saliva and teasing him with the warm, wet twist of his tongue. 

“Ugh, here, just take mine, Reggie.”

James was jolted back into awareness by a takeaway cup labeled Sirius being thrust into Regulus's line of sight. 

Panicking, James nearly tripped over himself for the opportunity to offer his sugary milk tea to him instead. 

“No, wait! Here, Regulus, try mine! It’s okay, really!” 

Sirius rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t encourage him, Prongs. It’s bad enough he’s got me wrapped around his stupid little finger. There’s still time to save you.”

No there bloody isn’t, mate.

“I’m supposed to be reinforcing boundaries with you,” Sirius added to his little brother accusingly. “And I didn’t have to buy your drink order, you know. You’re not even floating here.”

“Thank you,” Regulus offered with the loveliest combination of wicked eyes and innocent smile that James had ever seen on anyone.

Sirius sighed, folding immediately as he shook the drink labeled Reggie vigorously before stabbing the plastic top with a thick straw. “You’re bloody lucky I’d do anything for you, you little monster.”

That pulled a real smile to Regulus’s lips that made James want to melt.

“I’m going to bring Remus his. He’s about to admit a liver bomb and you know how busy that will be.”

Sirius wandered off, nursing his new drink, leaving just James and Regulus standing there, staring at each other. 

“What did he mean by that?”

Regulus blinked. “What?”

“That he’s supposed to be reinforcing boundaries with you.”

The Slytherin sucked at James’s straw, unconcerned. The Gryffindor watched him do so closely, imagining Regulus’s pretty curls framing his cheeks as they hallowed to suck the fluid from James’s cock. 

“Our therapist told him that.”

“Your…?”

Regulus looked at him like he was an idiot. “Therapist. You don’t survive our family without needing one. You’re his best friend. I figured he’d told you we were in family therapy.” 

James couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. While Sirius had not in fact told him so, it wasn’t that much of a surprise. From what he’d gathered about Sirius and Regulus’s parents’ underhanded and emotionally manipulative tactics, it sounded like Sirius had a hard time letting people see any sort of vulnerability, despite their years of friendship. 

But James had seen it. 

He’d seen it in the way Sirius bought his little brother boba and in the way he’d called him “kid.” It seemed like a poor repayment of their friendship, James turning around and railing Regulus in his bed for as long as the other man wanted it and his stamina allowed.

But Regulus… fuck, he was stunning and mean with an unexpectedly wicked sense of humor that was definitely going to get James killed.

Maybe if I just fuck him once, I’ll get it out of my system, James thought desperately. Sirius doesn’t have to know. 

“What’s this?” Regulus asked as he examined the white board next to them, oblivious to how his mere presence was twisting James’s thoughts and feelings into pretzels. 

It was a busy board, boasting the day’s nursing assignments as well as the names of the interns, residents, fellows, and attendings staffing the unit for July. At the top of the board in Doctor McGonagall’s severe cursive was the riddle of the day: her way of connecting with the Gryffindor staff, who James secretly thought she viewed as her own children.

“It’s the unit riddle. You text McGonagall the answer if you think you know it, and she gives you a prize if you’re right.”

“Wouldn’t people just Google the answer?”

James gaped at him, offended. “That’s cheating!”

Regulus laughed, a real, genuine laugh that made his heart stutter in his chest. A faint blush of pink dusted across the Slytherin’s fair cheeks, giving him a truly beautiful glow that was even more appealing than crowding him up against the wall of an elevator or watching him verbally overpower Tom Riddle (though it was a damn close call).

“Let’s see. ‘I have cities but no houses, mountains but no trees. I have water but no fishes, and islands but no breeze. What am I?’ Did you guess it yet?”

James was so wrapped up in the sheer pleasure of listening to Regulus speak that he didn’t answer immediately. “Oh. Yeah, but I wasn’t right about the answer.”

Speaking of riddles, if Sirius did hypothetically find out, he should only be too grateful that it was James Regulus was seducing instead of someone like Tom Riddle, who was honestly the most arrogant doctor James had ever had the displeasure of knowing. He still couldn’t believe Regulus had tolerated the man long enough for them to couple. 

Sirius hates Riddle, James told himself as Regulus contemplated the puzzle, smirked to himself, and pulled out his phone—presumably to text McGonagall his answer.

So I’m basically doing him a favor, sleeping with his brother.

((Click “keep reading” for the answer to Dr. McGonagall’s riddle! 🫶))

Answer: a map 🗺️

[chelseachilly]

i watched it begin again

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: ever since your last relationship ended badly, you've lost all hope in love. until your best friend convinces you to go on a date with her bf's friend ben warnings: none word count: 2.7k

author's note: this is just a short little something inspired by one of my favourite songs, begin again by taylor swift ❤️ and bc the thought of a first date with ben is just so perfect to me 😌

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As you sit in an Uber on your way to Marylebone, fidgeting nervously with the hem of your dress, you can’t help but wonder how you got here.

It took a lot of convincing - to be precise, three glasses of white wine, some chocolates, and the agreement to watch your favourite movie on Netflix that night - for your best friend to convince you to go on this date last weekend.

Mia, one of your closest friends since you were kids, knows better than anyone how reluctant you’ve been to return to dating life ever since your last relationship ended catastrophically. Your last boyfriend, Jack, who had also been your first serious one, had completely broken your heart eight months ago. 

After two years together, just when you were beginning to think about taking the next step and move in with him, you caught him cheating on you with in his flat with a coworker he had sworn was just a friend. You were so completely devastated by this betrayal and the sudden end of your relationship that you haven’t so much as downloaded a dating app or talked to a guy at a bar since. 

Your friends have been loving and supportive of your decision to stay single for a while, but ever since Mia started seeing her boyfriend Harvey a couple months ago, she’s been pestering you to meet one of his friends. She’s told you several times that his mate Ben is perfect for you, but based on the little you know, you’re not sure you agree.

She showed you his Instagram a while back and, although there’s no questioning that he’s quite attractive, you don’t know if a fancy, famous footballer is the right choice to ease back into dating. You doubted that you would be his type, either, but when Mia insisted that Ben was interested and free this Thursday, you finally gave in. 

You figured the worst that could happen is you realize you’re not ready to date again or that there isn’t a connection between you and you wasted one evening having dinner with a stranger. 

But now that you’re sitting in this car, about to go on an actual date for the first time in forever, you feel like you might explode with nerves. You don’t remember how to flirt, how to tell someone about yourself, how to act cool and composed. You could be totally awkward and weird and he might never want to see you again. 

Or, even worse, you could fall madly in love, only for him to end up breaking your heart. That’s the far more terrifying possibility.

You have half a mind to ask the driver to turn around and take you back home, but you force yourself not to. Mia would be upset with you, and you figure you owe it to her not to stand up Harvey’s friend for no real reason.

Your hands are shaking slightly as you get out of the car and enter the restaurant. You consider waiting outside for him, as you’re a couple minutes early and he probably isn’t here yet, but it’s freezing out right now, so you decide to head in. 

“Hi, do you have a reservation?” the hostess asks you, and you nod a bit shyly. 

“Yes, it should be under Chilwell? But I’m early, so I can just wait-"

“Right this way,” she says with a smile, motioning for you to follow her. 

It’s a small restaurant, with no more than ten tables, most of them occupied. There are candles burning and soft music is playing, the atmosphere somehow romantic without being cheesy. 

You feel slightly more at ease knowing it’s not some insanely posh place like you were half-expecting it to be, and then you lock eyes with your date. 

Your stomach erupts with butterflies - something you also weren’t quite expecting - when you see him, immediately realizing that the photos Mia showed you did not do him justice. 

He’s gorgeous, with bright blue eyes that light up when he sees you and wavy dark hair that you could spend hours running your fingers through. He quickly stands up as you approach the table, smoothing out any wrinkles in the dark blue trousers he’s wearing, paired with a black knit jumper and Nikes.

You can hear Mia’s words echoing in your ears: “Harv swears he has a heart of gold. He had a bad breakup last year too, so you’re in the same boat. Just give him a chance and see how it goes!”

“Y/N!” Ben smiles, greeting you with a quick hug. “It’s good to finally meet you, Mia’s talked a lot about you.” 

Oh, god, you think to yourself, hoping your best friend hasn’t overhyped you too much. 

“Good to meet you too,” you say, returning his smile. “And that sounds like Mia, she talks a lot about everything.” 

“That’s probably why she and Harv work so well,” he quips.

Ben is still standing quite close to you, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s pulled out your chair for you to sit down. You’re not sure if a guy has ever done that for you before. 

You oblige, taking the seat and letting him push you in before sitting across from you. Something your mum told you when you were a kid about how a gentleman behaves comes to mind, but you try not to let your mind wander too much. It’s been about twenty seconds, there’s plenty of time for him to prove right your current theory that all men are trash. 

“Thanks for choosing the restaurant,” you say to fill the silence, glancing around you. “It’s really nice.”

“Yeah, I come here a lot,” Ben replies. “It’s low key, which I kinda like. Mostly old people and stuff. I was actually just starting to worry you’d think it was a bit lame for a first date.”

“I don’t,” you say quickly. “I’m good with low key.”

Ben smiles at you, and you’re not sure if it’s him or the candlelight making your face feel warmer all of a sudden. 

“You look gorgeous, by the way,” he says a bit shyly. “I should’ve said that sooner.”

“Oh, thanks.” You’re certain now that you’re blushing. “So do you. I mean, you look very - not that you’re not gorgeous, men can totally be-"

You meet Ben’s gaze, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you find no judgement in his eyes - he’s smiling at you even more now, the kind of smile that makes you feel completely at ease.

You just met this man, and yet you feel completely safe with him. 

“Sorry, this is my first date in nearly three years, I’m a bit rusty,” you admit. 

“No, you’re good,” Ben says gently. “Mia mentioned you recently got out of a long-term relationship.”

“Not that recently anymore, but…yeah,” you say. “It was a bit of a shit show. We were together two years and then one day I walked in on him sleeping with another girl. Not exactly an amicable breakup.”

Ben’s face falls. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Y/N. What a piece of shit.”

“Yeah, he really was,” you say, nodding your head. “Obviously, it was for the best, though. Better I find out he’s a lying cheater now than ten years down the line, right?”

“Definitely,” Ben agrees, “you want something to drink?”

After a couple glasses of wine and the most amazing pasta dish you’ve ever had in your life, you feel like you’ve known the person sitting across from you for years, rather than hours. 

You talk about everything - your job, his football career, your families, your friends. You talk about your ex a bit more, and then he opens up about his. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you’re sharing too much with him, but a far stronger one telling you that this is right. It’s a feeling you’ve never had before, not with your ex and not on any other first date you had before him.

You don’t even realize how much time has passed until you look around and realize you’re the only ones left in the restaurant.

“They’re probably closing soon,” you comment, though you don’t really want to leave. 

“Twenty minutes ago, actually,” Ben says. You raise an eyebrow, and he scratches the back of his head and smiles. “Uh, I may have offered the owner a hundred quid to stay open a bit longer while you were in the loo. I’ve been having a really nice time talking to you.”

Your heart thumps in your chest, your eyes nearly beginning to water at the gesture. 

“I’ve been having a really nice time with you, too.”

After you finish your drinks and Ben pays the cheque, not even hearing out your offer to split it, you head back out into the chilly London night together. 

“I’m just gonna call an Uber,” you say, pulling out your phone with one hand and rubbing your shoulders for warmth with the other. 

“I’m parked right around the corner, I’d be happy to drive you?” Ben offers. 

You remember that he declined a second glass of wine earlier, stating that he was driving - a stark contrast from your ex, who would frequently call you to pick him and his car up from the pub after he got too pissed to drive home. 

“You really don’t have to, it’s pretty late,” you protest.

“It’s no big deal,” Ben assures you. He then shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders without hesitation, putting an end to your clearly obvious shivering. “So you don’t freeze on the way to the car.”

You smile gratefully, unable to articulate with words how much this simple gesture means to you. 

As you walk side by side, you can’t help but admire the Christmas lights already strung up on the shops and houses you pass. 

“I love this time of year,” you say. “It’s so magical.”

“Same here,” Ben smiles. “Christmas in London is the best. Do you have any plans for the holidays this year?” 

Your brain briefly flits back to the ski trip you and your ex went on the past two years right before Christmas. A week ago, you were dreading that time coming, knowing you would end up being nostalgic for those trips and start missing him again, but somehow, that feeling seems to have vanished. 

“Just going home to see my parents,” you say. “You?”

“Yeah, we always have games around Christmas, so my family usually comes to mine and we do a big dinner on Christmas Day, then they come see me play on Boxing Day,” Ben tells you. “After the game, we always go get hot chocolate and go ice skating. My little sister suggested it when she was a bit younger, and it sort of stuck.”

The combination of Ben’s coat over your shoulders and the way your heart is melting at his sweet words makes your entire body feel warmer. 

“That’s a great tradition,” you say, looking over at him with a smile and gently bumping your arm against his. 

You arrive at Ben’s car and he opens the door for you to get in, his hand brushing against yours as you do so, and the brief touch is enough to drive you crazy. 

The drive to your flat isn’t too long, and conversation continues to flow easily between the pair of you. You can’t help but steal a glance at Ben from time to time as he drives, admiring the way the streetlights reflect in his beautiful ocean blue eyes. 

There’s a bit of a pang in your chest when he pulls up in front of your building and you know this is the end of the most incredible night you’ve had in ages. 

“Walk you to your door?” Ben offers, and you nod without hesitation.

He once again comes around to open your door for you - you know you have a low bar right now, but you’re seriously in awe of what a gentleman he’s being. 

Once you’ve arrived at the door to your flat, you turn around to face Ben, and he has a bit of an inquisitive expression on his face.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” he says softly. 

“So did I,” you say sincerely. “Thanks for dinner, and the lift home, and…just, erm, for being so wonderful.”

His cheeks now flushed with red, Ben takes a small step closer to you, and your gaze automatically falls to his lips. You want him to kiss you, you’re sure of it, but some part of you is still completely terrified of where this might go if you do. 

“Can I…” Ben murmurs, tenderly reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and once again, you don’t hesitate. 

“Yes.”

He slowly leans in until his lips are pressed to yours, one hand gently cupping your face and the other resting on your waist. You hold his hand that rests on your cheek as you kiss him back, your lips slowly moving together in perfect harmony.

It’s fun and new and exciting to kiss him, but mostly, just like everything has this evening, it feels right.

When you pull away, it takes a moment for your eyes to remember how to open. When you do, you’re met with an awestruck grin on Ben’s face that you’re pretty sure you’re mirroring yourself. 

“Wow,” you breathe. “Been a long time since I’ve done that.”

You’re not sure if you mean kissing or falling for someone - perhaps both. 

“Me too,” Ben whispers, kissing you once more. “I think we’re pretty good at it.”

You nod, grasping at his shirt as you find yourself swaying slightly, intoxicated by his kisses and his gaze. 

“Maybe we should do it again to be sure,” you joke.

He wastes no time leaning down to kiss you again, and again, and again until you’ve lost all track of time. 

Eventually, he pulls away and takes a small step back, and you miss his lips already.

“I should probably get going,” he says, though you can tell he doesn’t really want to. You have half a mind to invite him inside, but you know it’s better to take things slow, especially when there’s a chance this could really be something. “Can I - erm, would you want to-“

“Yes, please,” you cut him off with a grin. “Text me when you get home?”

You’re already eagerly anticipating a second date - the sooner the better, honestly, despite your wishes to take it slow. 

“Definitely,” Ben says, nodding eagerly. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

He begins to turn to walk away, and you watch him get halfway to his car before fumbling for your keys and entering your flat with a giddy smile on your face. 

You realize you haven’t checked your messages all night, so you quickly return Mia’s texts. 

You flip down on your couch, still smiling like a fool, and it’s only then that you realize you’re still wearing Ben’s jacket. After panicking for a second, you quickly reach for your phone again.

You nearly throw your phone with excitement, counting down the seconds until you get to see him again and thanking your lucky stars that you agreed to go out tonight.

You thought that love died that terrible day eight months ago, that your chance at happiness was over, but now you can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason things ended the way they did. 

Maybe to make way for something better to begin. 

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please let me know what you thought, i hope you liked this story! i have some more in the works, including a super fluffy christmas one-shot 💓

[moerusai]

AND WHAT IF IT WAS

If you’re by yourself in an alley smoking a cigarette and baring your pretty neck for no reason…that’s just an omega babey 💅

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hi! Could you do a Tangerine x reader fic where Tangerine asks the reader to marry him and it possibly leads to something else? Thanks.

gif made by: @konront

Thanks for the request!

Warning- Slight Smut, Mention of pregnancy and children

I’m really rusty at writing smut 😭 my other blog was made forever ago so I kinda forgot how to but hopefully this is good enough

Tangerine was scared. Which wasn’t something he usually felt. Usually, all he would have to worry about was jobs. But the white death is dead now, and he quit doing contract work. So now, he was working at a grocery store, and he didn’t have to worry so much.

But he was scared because of the possibility of rejection. What if you don’t want to get married? There’s a lot that could happen.

Recently, he saw some married couples in public along with their children or child. Before this, he’s never thought of wanting children or being married. But he didn’t have to be scared that one day, he’d go on a job and he wouldn’t come back home to you.

He would have loved to see you pregnant.

You’ve been dating for years, but he really wanted to take another step in the relationship.

He had planned months ahead, he already had a ring, a place, and he had some friends help. (Lemon definitely was excited when tangerine told him)

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

The next day, he told you to get dressed in something nice (he didn’t really care) and be ready at 8 pm.

You said okay, a bit confused but did it nonetheless. When you asked where you were going he said it was a secret. It was a beach. When you left the car you were still slightly confused on why you were dressed nicely to go to the beach.

“C’mon.” He said nervously as he opened your car door.

He checked his phone and lemon sent him a text “I see you 👀 good luck mate.”

Tangerine mentally groaned. Of course he was here.

Tangerine made it look like it was an innocent date, you guys went to a nice restaurant on the beach, and then he led you back.

“Thanks for today. It was amazing.” You smiled and kissed him on the cheek. But then he grabbed your hand and led you up to a walkway.

The walkway was full of flowers, with rose petal on the ground. It had the perfect view of the sunset behind them.

“It’s so pretty.” You muttered and looked at the water. Behind you, he got on his knees and pulled the ring out of his pocket.

When you looked back, you didn’t see him automatically. But when you did, your mouth went agape.

“(Your name), I’ve loved you since I’ve first seen you. You’re my favorite person. You’re the only person I wanna see when I wake up in the morning. You’re the only person I can see me being with. You’re the most special, gorgeous person I’ve ever seen. So.. will you marry me?”

Your eyes watered slightly and you were shocked as you nodded.

He slid the ring on your finger and smiled widely. He stood up and you quickly hugged him, he had the widest smile you’ve ever seen him have on his whole life.

“I love you, so so much.” He said, as he kissed you.

Lemon and a few of yours and his friends came out from nearby bushes and cheered you guys on.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

Tangerine thanked everyone for coming and setting up, he also paid them but that was before.

When you got back in the car, he looked at you and smiled.

“Bet you weren’t expecting that, were you?” He said, fixing his hair in the rear view mirror.

“Not at all.”

“When we get home, I have another surprise for you.” He smirked.

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

When you guys finally got home, as soon as he opened and closed the door he didn’t give you a second.

He immediately had his hands on you, kissing you as your moans started to fill the empty house.

“T, can we at least go to- to the room?” You said, breathlessly as he nodded.

“Ladies first.” He said as soon as you stepped close to the room. You rolled your eyes and got onto the bed anyways. He smirked and immediately made his way to you. He stared down at you underneath him, as you kissed again.

It was gonna be a long night.

[thepacifistrouter]

Imm-a back!! With more Demon Portal AU!!

I told you I'd be back very soon!!

Just a little side note before start: There is a +18 version of this AU where Wheatley is an Incubus, if anyone here is interested in that, then I might publish it too... maybe... I need motivation guys, never done NSFW before ._.

Now, let's skip more introductions and let's start already!

First, a little reminder that this Wheatley, despite he is still Wheatley, is also a demon, which means he can be a little more reactive and aggresive.

Second, let's talk about the drawing on the left, okay? This is a picture that still needs some work cause demons are not supposed to be visible for normal humans, not quiet sure if interact with them. BUT this has a context that I can work with:

He caught a stealer trying to get in the house; he's been a while without eating, so he's starting to lose control over his worst instincts and since Chell is, at the moment, being too much of a challenge, he is hungry, frustrated and not holding back.

Demons like him can only feed on very specific stuff: Small living creatures, blood (specially human blood), vital energy and fear. Chell's going to need to think and act fast and the solution comes from an unexpected fount

You see, I really like vampires and some other super natural creatures so... yeah, I'll be mixing a few things with the demons from this AU (because is my AU and I say so) which would include the next thing

I think that would be the moment where she would not only actually talk to him, even saying long sentences, but would also call him by his name, even tho, he never told it to her.

I haven't decide this clearly yet, but I imagine a situation kinda like him saying something like he is sick of waiting and since she didn't allowed him do anything with her (I'm not sure if that would be it or he actually started to like her before this so he stoped himself a bit) he just captured another prey

-0-

They would argue since she clearly wants to stop him

"Oh come on, this is a thief, ain't them?!! why are you defending them?!!... psst, you know what? forget it. Come to think about it, this could be an even better treat than simple meal. Yeah you don't look that tasty mate... but you''re a robber, right? that's what you are, steal stuff, be a bad guy, but probably having one of those uhm... those human heartbreaking stories, probably you have some sort of fmaily behind? I can just smell it, I'm right, yeah?"

The thief nods scared

"Hah!! I knew it, even better!! so if I kill you... nobody's going to believe it was a demon... everyone will think it was you, right love?? yeah... sending you to jail over a crime you didn't comite... and killing a poor soul in misfortune, hehehe I'm winning my horn for sure with this"

Chell is mad staring at him

"I was right about you.... you haven't change a bit from the last time, have you?" he is about to take a bite "Wheatley"

Suddenly he stop himself after hearing that

"How did you.... how did you know my name!!? I'm sure! I could bet I've never told-!! you know what!!? It doesn't matter!! to be honest it doesn't matter at all!! I have a meal to take 😈 "

"No, please!!! help!!!"

"Stop it!!" she throws a salt jar to him, but, suddenly, in the middle of that, he actually and involuntarily, he does stop, to Chell's and his own confusion. There was not much time to think about it, Chell has a good aim and the salt hit him in all the face, making him to release the thief

-0-

Or something like that. Basically, in case I didn't made it clear 😅 someone can gain some level of control over a demon here IF they know and say their actual name. Neither Wheatley nor Chell know this, he is just surprise she knows his name.

A few doodles more here

The upper one happens once a good time has happens since the start, they have a bigger bond now, he got a new level (and a horn) by that point, he is trying to protect her from something or someone

In the left one, do I need to explain? The eyeball's gonna get trapped.

The right one is just him staring at the night sky, I'm doing a little parallel with a movie I like a lot (Lilo and Stitch). Wheatley feels weird during a particularly calm night, a feeling close to "nostalgia", but, since he doesn't have any memory from his human life and his life as a demon is mostly short, he feels... weird, empty, but he doesn't know what to do about it, at the moment he doesn't trust anyone enough to talk about it.

(I made his wings too big there, but let's pretend I didn't)

Aaand last, but not least

Happy Eyebat Wheatley dancing at the radio music while thinking nobody's watching!!

An that's it for this time, hoping for you to've like this

See ya

Bye!!

[sittinthroughthisoreshit]

Imposter Bramblestar AU MAP Idea Script- 111 Winchester

So I only recently discovered the absolutely amazing song "111 Winchester" by I The Mighty, and it seems so under-appreciated. It's just begging to have an animatic/MAP/PMV made of it but it doesn't look like anyone has so I made a script for one myself starring one of my lifelong obsessions. You can use this if you wanna, I have no artistic capabilities so I'm not gonna make anything out of it (although I would like to be credited if you use it please).

Trigger warning for: Possession, horror, burning alive, canon-typical animal death, Ashfur being himself

Intro:

Ashfur jumps out from the Moonpool. He promptly smacks one of his hind paws against the water and it freezes over. Panicking StarClan spirits can be seen on the other side banging their paws against the ice frantically to no avail. He smirks and heads towards ThunderClan territory. Looking out over the camp, he spies Bramblestar, Squirrelflight, and their children (Jayfeather, Lionblaze, Alderheart, and Sparkpelt) and his eyes darken with anger and his claws unsheathe

I'm feeling up tonight for something dangerous / I know a place up north that no one ever goes / I'm picking you up in ten so raid the cabinets / We'll top the liquor off they'll never know

Bramblestar is gathering his mate and children to take a little family trip out into the territory to cut loose and bond. They gather up some herbs and prey to take with them on their excursion. Bramblestar leaves Rosepetal and Thornclaw in charge of the Clan while he's gone and they happily see the family off on their day trip.

So call your girl and bring her friends / Break the lock, the fun begins

The group make their way through the forest to an idyllic-looking clearing perfect for a picnic. The happy family settle down and begin eating and talking

Here the party never ends / Long as we breathe oxygen

The group continue to settle in for their picnic. Ashfur's eyes flash from the shadows for a split second but vanish just as quickly

Turn it up a little louder 'cause no one is around here / This creepy little place is ours for now

The group talks, eats, and plays, not noticing the eerie fog that's starting to roll in- or the ghost cats that show up and take shape from said fog

How'd my drink fall off the counter? / Oh, tell me does it feel a little colder?

Lionblaze says the first line out of confusion. He had set his prey down on a flat topped rock, but it's somehow fallen off onto the ground (the viewer sees one of the ghost cats knock it off of the rock- the living cats can't see the ghosts). Sparkpelt says the second line, shivering as one of the ghosts brushes past her to join the others in clawing at the trunk of a tree before fading away and vanishing back into the fog

What's that writing in the mirrors? / Couldn't read it any clearer / Someone wants us all out of this house

The group stare at the tree where the ghost cats just were. There are now words clawed into the bark: "Get Out". Now terrified, Alderheart breaks the silence by exclaiming the last line in a panic

I'm not sure that we're alone here / Baby can you stand a little closer?

Jayfeather sings the first line, fur on end, sensing a presence that the others don't. Squirrelflight sings the second line to Bramblestar, frightened. He obliges and nuzzles his head into her fur in an attempt at reassurance, although his expression betrays his own fear and unease.

Followed the staircase but it lead me nowhere / They disappeared into the center of a wall

The group attempt to leave the clearing, but to their horror the now thick fog has covered the way back, and although they can't be sure, the more they walk the more the scenery around them looks more and more different than before, warping into something alien

I found the doorway that leads to the cellar / But only after a thirty-foot fall

Lionblaze suddenly charges forward, thinking that he sees a clear path out. However, he plunges down almost immediately after, having run over the edge of a cliff. Luckily, he manages to dig his claws into the wall of the cliff and his family all help pull him back up to safety.

Not sure where this hallway ends / Or my sanity begins / Where the hell are all my friends? / There were six when we walked in

As the group keeps moving, the members keep vanishing one by one into the fog, something silently dragging them away. By the time Bramblestar realizes this, he's all alone

Something's crawling in the attic, I think I'm going manic / This shadow on the wall is not from me

As Bramblestar frantically calls and searches for his missing family, his shadow grows larger and larger in size. It no longer resembles him in any way, now looking like Ashfur's silhouette instead

One more shot before I panic / Oh, none of this is getting any clearer

Bramblestar continues to search for his mate and children, running headlong through the fog and tripping over tree roots that keep growing all around him. He grows more and more distressed the more he can't find them. He finally collapses to ground gasping for air, exhausted.

I hear you calling from the bedroom, I swear I'll come and get you / As soon as I remember how to breathe

As Bramblestar tries to get his bearings, he finally hears his family's terrified voices desperately calling for help. He sings the lines as he begins running again despite how visibly tired he is

There's no method to the madness / Where is my reflection in this mirror?

Bramblestar stumbles into a puddle and is horrified to notice that he now lacks a reflection. As he turns and runs away, Ashfur is seen reflected in the pond where Bramblestar's reflection should be, grinning maliciously at his retreating form

Frozen, I'm all alone when something calls me to a study / I hear in my head "third book on the left" / And I find matches and a locket just for me

Suddenly, Bramblestar hears a new voice in his ear that compels him to ignore his family's cries (shown by his eyes glazing over and his movements becoming robotic) and follows the sound to a hollowed out log. Inside the log are a large and thick dried branch, a piece of flint, and a small torn piece of spotted gray fur. Seeing the fur sends Bramblestar snapping out of the trance he was in as he recognizes exactly who the fur and scent belongs to

Frozen, I'm all alone when something calls me to a study / I hear in my head "third book on the left" / And I find matches and a locket just for me

A figure looms behind Bramblestar. He slowly turns to finally see Ashfur standing right behind him. He stares, frozen in a combination of horror, shock, and anger.

Something's crawling in the attic, I think I'm going manic / The shadow on the wall is closing in

The two toms square off, hissing and spitting at each other. Ashfur leaps at Bramblestar, presumably to make the first strike, but to Bramblestar's surprise the spirit disappears when the two make contact

Just when I begin to panic / Somehow I know the person in this locket

Bramblestar's body begins seizing and his eyes roll back in his head as foam dribbles from his mouth and blood comes out his nose. Bramblestar's eyes close, and when they open, they're Ashfur's eyes. He is now fully possessed by the wicked spirit

I hear you calling from the bedroom / But I don't care to find you / And I'm sure we'll never see outside again

Possessed!Bramblestar sings the above lines to his still trapped family members with a sadistic smirk on his face as they're all shown encased in thorny vines that are tightening painfully around them as they call desperately for help that isn't coming

There's a method to the madness / And I still got these matches in my pocket

Possessed!Bramblestar smiles as he walks back to the hollow log containing the branch and the flint. He grabs the branch with purpose, knowing what he has to do...

I don't recognize myself / 'Cause right now there is someone else / Telling me behind the shelf there is gasoline and / I don't feel like myself / I don't feel like myself / I don't feel a thing

Possessed!Bramblestar strikes the branch against the piece of flint and it ignites as his eyes sparkle with vicious glee. As he tosses the flaming branch onto the ground and the fire spreads, Ashfur's image flickers briefly over his (a repeat of the past fire he caused)

I don't recognize myself / 'Cause right now there is someone else / Telling me to pour it out over everything and / I don't feel like myself / I don't feel like myself / I don't feel a thing

The fire slowly engulfs Alderheart, Sparkpelt, Lionblaze, Jayfeather, and Squirrelflight. Squirrelflight is the final member to die, and she recognizes that Ashfur has possessed her mate and curses him as she dies. Possessed!Bramblestar is the last to be consumed by the fire, laughing and grinning as he sings the final line as he vanishes into the smoke and flames, glowing blue eyes being the last thing seen by the viewer

THE END

Post-Credits Scene:

When the group doesn't return to camp, a border patrol is sent out to search for them (the only cats mandatory are Cinderheart and Larksong for angst reasons. All other cats can be whoever you want). As they travel, show that there is no evidence of a fire having taken place (no burnt earth, no fallen trees, nothing). Also, all the scenery is normal, no longer warped. The patrol freezes once they stumble upon the tree in the center of the clearing that still has the claw marks spelling "Get Out" on the trunk, but not just because of the eerie message it bears. Spread out in front of the tree's base are the six charred bodies of the missing cats. Lots of horrified reactions and tears shed. As the camera pans away, Ashfur's spirit stands nearby with the spirits of Sparkpelt, Lionblaze, Bramblestar, Alderheart, and Jayfeather still encased in thorns beside him. He leads them away, the vines puppeting the unwilling spirits like marionettes as he takes them away to the Dark Forest with him. He gives one final wink to the camera as everything fades out.

[zozo-01]

"round and round on a horse like a carousel."

Here we are!! We finally got this massive fic out and done! I've always wanted to write a fic with Sam and Gavin, anddd my official bodycount is now up to two (thousand)!!! Special shout out to my lovely 'zo keeper' @gingerbreadmonsters who is enjoying some perfectly desrved R&R on the other side of the world!!! Thank you for letting me play with your theory and shoving Sam and Darlin' into it!!!

 CW: Angst, Multiple Major Character Death (most of it is shown but only one is described), Grieving Characters, (they are not handling the grieving process well), Hopelessness and Despair all around, Ambiguous Ending, Manipulation, Slight Coercion, Follows Ginger's "Echo is Gavin" Theory, Multiverse (kind of), Poor Sam is going t h r o u g h it, Echo doesn't care, Despite everything Echo does care for Sam, Mentions of Alexis invoking Sam to kill Darlin', You need to read 'have and hold' and 'reeling' to understand what is going on

click here for the ao3 link!!!

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“Well you’re as handsome as the day I met you.”

He didn’t know what he let out, if it was a chuckle or sob. To be quite honest, he couldn’t hear anything except for the voice of the raspy shifter in bed. He needed to hear them, for what limited time they had left together. If he can’t go on with eternity with them, then at least let him burn their voice, their magical laugh, in his head. For the nights (or days he suppose) when everything is too much and he feels like he’ll burst, the memory of their voice will bring him back. Calm the angry threads that are barely bursting from the seams.

Although, one could argue that the memory of them in any capacity would shatter him more than what trivial and worldly matter will plague him.

“And you’re just as beautiful, Darlin’.”

Darlin’s hoarse chuckle led to a series of coughs. Realistically, Sam knows that their lungs aren’t what they used to be, but every cough had his core pulsating with the need to heal them. Not that healing magic would do them any good.

Another moment of silence passed, the clock ticking becoming louder. 

“I’m sorry, Sammy.”

He shook his head and repeated the same phrase once again. “It ain’t your fault.”

With a stubborn glint, one that had weakened with time, Darlin’ replied, “But I don’t want to leave you!” Their eyes were watery and their voice strained with pain in their chest. Part of him was scared that they were wasting precious energy trying to stay strong for him. Leave it to them to not rest in their final moments.

(Wait a minute, was that crack in the corner always there?) He wiped their tears, feeling his own build up, not that he’ll ever let himself cry when they needed more comfort than himself. He’ll have all the time to be selfish later. “I understand, you didn’t wanna be turned, I get it more than anyone else.”

But his words weren’t enough to change their mind. He’s long accepted that fact yet he continues. “We both knew this day was going to come. And listen to me,” he kneeled on the ground and held their hands, “I had the time of my life with you. You’ve made me the happiest man I could be, and to this day I still think I don’t deserve it. But I am the luckiest man ever to call you my mate.” He kissed their temple. “I love you, Darlin’.”

They gave a weak smile. “I love you too, my Nashira.” Their breathing slowed and they relaxed on the bed. “I’m tired, baby…” Their voice drifted off and Sam accepted the worst.

“Sleep, my love, you deserve to rest.” He kissed their forehead for the last time and watched them take their last breath. 

(Seriously, the hospital was brand new, why were there cracks in the ceiling?) Now that he was confident they were gone, he clutched onto this body, sobbing into their shoulder and mumbling about how they deserve peace in the afterlife. 

But it wasn’t fair.

Why couldn’t he have been made human so he could at least join them soon? A selfish part of his wishes that Darlin’ was turned into a vampire so they could be immortal and happy. Whatever the case, why must he lose his love when everyone else can have theirs? Why must he have a bad ending after being dealt a bad life and bad death? 

His mother always warned him to always be careful of what he wished for, but right now, he’d suffer any and all consequences just to meet them again. 

(Ok this is getting concerning now, because now the entire ceiling is gone-)

“What a shame. Another iteration, another failed attempt.”

Sam had wondered if a foreign voice could sound so familiar. It was cold and distant, like a scientist viewing the results of an experiment. But it had a sense of sorrow, a type of exasperation. Whoever this ‘scientist’ was wanted his experiment to work, but something told Sam that he was used to failure. In a weird sense, it sounded like a mixture of every voice he heard in his life. A strange concoction of dialects and accents and tones that left him unsure who to pin the owner of this voice. 

(There was one person that came to his head, but he shook that thought immediately. The voice in his head was too cruel to be him.)

There were other voices in his brain too. The ones that belonged to one of the few friends his mate made in their youth. (They’d always called it their Starboy era.) 

An incubus that they had met in one of the many clubs they adored and his partner that he worshipped over anything else.

“You’re my sky, deviant. The space between my stars… In a lifetime of sensing the emotions of others, I never imagined I could feel like this... This much… And I am so grateful for it, and for you.”

Who the fuck was that-

Gone was the bed where his Darlin’ passed in their sleep, the world had cracked and broke around him, only for them to be replaced with a clear sarcophagus and an eternal night sky.

Inside was the body of the Freelancer that was once adored by his incubus friend. 

(Wait a minute, didn’t he see them last week?)

Before he can think any further, from the neverending nothing, a body emerged. It was an incubus, that much Sam could tell from his aura, but instead of the pink colouring that most incubi had, this one was all black. The tips of his horns were a midnight shade, without any of the stars that make the night sky beautiful. His eyes were devoid of any light, and he had the feeling that something ripped the light from his eyes and used it to paint the stars. 

There was something else that was off with him. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off the outline of the not-so-incubus incubus, puzzled by the glitching effect that surrounded him. The false sex demon (or at least, he thinks it’s a fake) was outlined with a pink and white hue, not like the usual red and blue glitches he’s seen before. He was causing disturbances in the otherwise stunning galaxy themed room. It was clear that this… Whatever this being was, he didn’t belong here. Sam had an inkling that this irregularity hadn’t come to give his condolences for his mate’s death.

(He could never understand how the term incubus, a term referring to creatures of light and fun and sex could also refer to a dark and twisted nightmare.)

(He was about to find out soon.)

The demon smiled, leaning his arms against the sarcophagus and chuckled, “Hello Nashira.”

Sam bared his fangs at the stranger, distrust filling his body. “You don’t get to fuckin’ call me that.” There were only two people who could call him that. One of them was dead. And the other was about to become dead inside. (Shh. Don't tell Sam that, this is our secret.)

The demon pouted, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh? You don’t remember me, Samuel? We go all the way back.” He gave a sly smile that Sam found all too familiar. “Your mate loves- oh, excuse my language, I had forgotten, loved having me around.”

Sam growled, “Don’t you fuckin’ talk like that around me.” He glanced at the dead or sleeping freelancer in the sarcophagus. “Or else you’ll be seein’ my mate and that partner of yours real fuckin’ soon.” Sure it was a low blow, but this incubi impersonator struck first and Sam’s never been known to hold back any punches, especially when it comes to his mate. In his anger, he even forgot the contradiction presented by the body in the sarcophagus. 

(Came. He meant when it came with his mate. No one tells you how hard it is to change the tenses in his words, let alone his mind.)

The impersonator raised an eyebrow, his eyes becoming darker, but that smile remained on his face. “Samuel, Samuel, Samuel. It’s adorable that you think a vampire can overpower a demon, but I shall let you feed your own delusions.” 

The demon paused for a minute. “You know, you and I used to get along so well,” he sighed. “Though I can’t blame you. It’s been years since we last saw each other, after all.”

“As if I’d befriend a prick like you,” Sam scoffed. Ok, maybe pissing off a demon isn’t a good idea, even when he considers his own immortality, but man oh fucking man, this demon’s a dipshit asshole and he wants to knock him down a peg.

The demon barked out a laugh, and Sam wonders where he’s heard that before. “Alright, then I’ll just have to remind you, Nashira. How about a trip down our memory lane?” 

It was a deal. With the way his voice sounded, it seemed like the impersonator made countless deals in his lifetime. The tone came to him naturally, he definitely has used it before. (Sam wonders if he was one of this creature’s past deals). Everything in him was screaming at him to turn away from this devil’s ploy, but his morbid curiosity craved the apple the demon was offering. 

“Alright, I’ll bite.” …The pun was honestly unintentional, but by God, if this demon is going to make a comment about it, he’s going to-

The smirk from the demon said it all. “You vampires sure love to bite things don’t you. Am I the next thing on your ‘to-be-bitten list’?”

“Shut up, demon, and get on with your story,” he grumbled, fully knowing he walked into that himself.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get off your case, Nashira,” he said, the sly smirk faded into a small smile, his eyes giving away that he was reminiscing on a memory. “I brought them, your darlin’, home one night. They had decided to get absolutely inebriated, so I had to carry them.” He walked around the sarcophagus and in front of Sam. “You chastised them for going above their limit, and they insisted that they were absolutely fine and it didn’t matter because I was there.” 

He went silent for a moment, a fond smile on his face. “They were always so stubborn…” His voice was quiet yet filled with adoration. Why was he talking about Dar-

The demon shook his head, breaking his trance and continued. “After you put them to bed, we caught up and I told you to be careful with their heart, that you were their ‘Nashira’. And you promised that-”

“That I’d burn the world and kill anyone in their way to make sure they’d never suffer another day again…” Shock filled his body, mouth hanging open and eyes embedded onto the demon. “How did you know?”

There was no way. His darlin’ was asleep and now permanently so, so they couldn’t have somehow told this stranger. And there was only one other person in the room that night. So it has to be him. But it’s impossible, there’s no way. The demon in front of him was far more cruel than the one he shared that sentiment with. Although… The body was similar to him, bar for the glitches and black colouring… And his voice was eerily similar, easily discernible from the cacophony of voices when the demon opened his mouth… And even that fucking bite joke is so him…

So then…

“Gavin? Is that you?”

There was a wistful smile on the stranger's face, almost happy by Sam’s attempt at discerning his identity. He let out a hollow chuckle, eyes glistening for a quick moment. “Ah, it’s been a while since someone has called me by that name, I almost forgot what it sounded like coming from another person’s mouth.” 

Sam stared, aghast. Surely it couldn’t be possible.

The shadow-man continued. “I only hear that name within the fleeting memories I torment myself with, willing to endure the pain so I can hear my name with their voice, just as it should be.”

He paused, mockingly bowing in front of the vampire. “So thank you, Samuel, for reminding me of that accursed name, but you are mistaken, my Nashira.” He cruelly smirked, eyes becoming blacker than black, whatever sliver of light that remained had gone, leaving the bitter and powerful entity. “The Gavin you knew is dead within the stadium walls, along with my deviant and your mate, all those years ago in the Inversion.”

A friend, wearing a stranger’s face. Familiarity and foreignness mixing together in an uncomfortable manner. 

“These days, I go by Echo.”

(Ok, that’s impossible. He can clearly picture his Darlin’ charging through the crowd in the aftermath in their gorgeous wolf form, and he remembers watching them like they were an angel sent from above. There was no way, no fucking way, that they could have died.)

(They weren’t even in the wards during that god forsaken day.)

Gav- Echo stood straighter, like he was proud of the person he’s become. Sam still couldn’t believe it. The incubus he knew was sweet and kind, with a heart of the purest gold that’s ever been mined. He was the type of man who’d carry old ladies’ purses while they cross the street, or make funny faces at the baby in the stroller. 

He loves unconditionally, becoming immortal not by the magic flowing through his veins, but by the magic he leaves behind in the hearts of the people he interacted with.

But this person… This echo of the demon he knew… He was the furthest from what he remembered of him. 

Echo chuckled at the puzzled thoughts that shone in Sam’s eyes. “This still is my favourite part, reminding you of our mission and updating you on how close I am to finishing it.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? What mission? I didn’t agree to shit. And that still doesn’t explain what the hell happen to you Gavin! I saw you last week with your partner at the hospital! So how are they in that glass coffin!”

Echo snarled at his old name and raised his voice. “I told you, I go by Echo now.” He caressed the clear sarcophagus in a gentle way, like a lover caresses their partner’s cheek. “Gavin died when they did,” he whispered, like it was a secret between the two men. 

Sam understood it, recognized that pain. Part of him died with Darlin’ and now he might hurl any time someone not them calls him ‘Samuel’. It was their name to use and now it’ll have no use.

He furrowed his eyes, taken aback by Echo’s statement. But they were alive, he spoke to them last week. Despite their equal old age to his mate, them and their Gavin (the nice one, not this monstrosity in front of him), would constantly come by the hospital to see how Darlin’ was doing. It was nice, the support they, the clan and the pack provided was vital for him to keep his sanity.

Despite every logical sense making it seem like Echo is lying, the pain in his voice, the despair in his eyes, it was too real. The flinch his body did when he called him ‘Gavin’ was way too specific for it to be a simple mimicry of other grieving lovers. Whatever this version of the Gavin he cared for was, he’d experience the loss of his Deviant.

Either that or Echo should be given an Oscar for his performance tonight.  

Perplexed by this paradox, he opened his mouth to ask. Surely he deserves some answers as to what’s going on in this fever dream. “But they’re alive… I saw them breathin’.” He dared to step closer, a small part of him wanting to comfort Echo over their shared pain. 

A bittersweet smile graced his face, and yet again, it was too raw and real for anyone to fake. “They won’t be alive for much longer, Nashira.” With a wave of his hand, the starry night scene that they’d been in had morphed into a house.

This was Gavin’s and Freelancer’s house.

Sam looked over to the couch to see the human and incubus sitting there, laughing at the TV in front of them. Of course they were watching ‘Pingu’. He still couldn’t fathom why on earth either of them adore that show, but you can bet that their nights had consisted of curling up in their Cinnamoroll pajamas and laughing at the absurdity of the penguins on the screen. It was cute and wholesome and the exact domesticity that both of them deserved, so he never said anything. He can appreciate cuddles and a show to laugh at, even if he didn’t agree with the entertainment itself. Besides, it was nice to see the tradition be continued all these years later.

“I don’t even know why I loved that penguin show, but it’s just too damn loveable to not be obsessed with it,” Echo mused, walking towards the older version of his freelancer. “Admittedly, the pajamas were also my idea. I know, I know, seems out of character for me, but I digress. I do look damn good in a Keroppi onesie.” He chuckled and knelt before the older freelancer, caressing their cheek, even though Sam had a feeling the freelancer couldn’t feel his touch. His iconic glitches had calmed, and he became more grounded in reality.

Sam wondered if the freelancer calmed Echo’s rage, the same way Darlin’ did for him.

He felt a bubble of smugness burst through him, happy at the thought that for the first time during this fever dream, he got a leg up on Echo. “See? Told you they’re still alive, so you can cut the horse shit and tell me what the fuck is goin’ on here.”

A beat passed and Freelancer fell onto the ground, clutching their heart in deep agony.

Any and all pride that Sam felt a few seconds ago gave way to dread, forgetting that once again that darker incubus had been right again. He rushed forward, instincts taking over to try to heal his friend, only to be stopped when Echo put a hand on his shoulder.

“There’s no use, Nashira, they’re already gone.” His face had a hardened look, like he’d watch this scene happen over and over, but his voice had a resigned sadness in it. That despite expecting this result, he wished it would end differently. 

Wish carefully, listener. Actions have consequences. And wishes granted have a cost.

He tried to plead, struggling against the demon’s grip, “I can help! It ain’t fair that he loses his partner too! Send me back and let me save them-”

“Do you think I haven’t tried that?!” Echo responded with a question that Sam was sure rhetorical. His voice kept a steady tone, but it didn’t do much to hide the rage from his voice. “I have tried every single variation, every single possibility, changed every single variable but it leads to the same fucking outcome. Your mate dies and my deviant follows them to the River.” He pulled the vampire up on his feet and whisked them both back to the starry room that they began this conversation in. “How dare you be so arrogant that you think you can change this? If anyone can save them both, it will be me.” He seethed every word, and Sam could finally see the total toll it had taken on Echo.

That still didn’t explain what he had gone through, and Sam wanted to understand. Whether or not he could comprehend it was up to how well Echo explained everything to him. 

Echo sighed, rage leaving his face and replacing it with apathy. “Apologies Samuel, I know you don’t remember anything. But can you blame me for losing my shit when you’re being, and I’m putting this gently, a goddamned idiot.” He looked back at the sarcophagus, affectionately rubbing it once again. 

(Come to think of it, the way Echo rubs the coffin reminds him of the window cleaners on the skyscrapers he’s seen. He can even picture the cloth in Echo’s hand, methodically wiping it clean. Huh, no wonder why the sarcophagus is all sparkly and shiny.)

Sam had taken offence of the insult, but he remembered the ache in his voice a moment prior. He could see the gears turning in Echo’s head, a restless mind coming up with another plan to achieve his ultimate desire. 

An unconscious part of him wanted to help the former incubus (the jury is still at the stands) succeed in his goal. Was it because despite evidence to the contrary, Echo looked and spoke and moved like his best friend? Or was it in his nature to heal people, lend a helping hand to those who needed it? 

(Was it because his Darlin’ would have jumped at the opportunity to help a ‘friend’ out and he needed to keep their soul tethered to the mortal world for a little while longer?)

(But maybe he’s always been a selfish man, and this was his way to get his Darlin’ back permanently.)

Apple firmly in his hand, he weighed the consequences of taking the fated bite. His mind screamed that indebting his soul to the devil is a terrible idea. But he needed to get some answers, to understand the clusterfuck chain of events that leads him to this very moment. A deal with a devil never killed anybody, especially if he knows that the devil was once an angel. 

“You mentioned earlier that we been through this before?” Sam recalled.

Echo nodded thoughtfully, choosing his next words carefully. “Are you sure, Samuel? You don’t understand what you’re asking to learn.”

“More than anythin’ in my life,” he confidently answered, stamping out any fear or uncertainty from his voice. His mate would’ve been disappointed in him. They hadn’t gone to law school just to see their mate agree to a contract without seeing the terms.

“If you’re gonna sign your ass away, at least do it with consent and knowledge, Sammy.”

God, he missed their voice. He wanted to hear it again like a dark forest craves the sun.

The far-too-demonic incubus narrowed his eyes at the vampire, his scowl growing deeper. His cold voice spoke, “Well fine, I’ll make that decision for you.” He stalked closer to Sam, the once pink and white glitches surrounding his body becoming more intense. The distortions seemed to respond to Echo’s emotions, and by the looks of it, he had a fury that rivaled the most spiteful Gods. 

Had his teeth become sharper? His horns larger? Sam didn’t have time to answer these questions because faster than he could perceive, Echo stopped within striking distance of the vampire, snarling in disgust and rage. 

“Absolutely no.”

Sam opened his mouth to retort, “Hold on, ain’t you the one who just said that we been through this before?” If there was anything he hated more than a two faced, back-stabbing, lying bitch ass, it’s a motherfucker who goes back on his word. 

Echo pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering an ‘I don’t have time for this’ under his breath. “Look, I get it. You want to save your mate, really I do. But learning the grander plan at play would only bring you more pain.” He placed both his hands on Sam’s shoulders and gave them a comforting squeeze. “We can do this without you having to bear the weight of this knowledge. Let this be my burden to carry.”

Fuck that shit. Sam had never been the type to let someone else solve his problems, especially when it comes to his mate, and no dimension-breaking asshole imitation of his mate’s best friend is going to change that. 

“Gav- Echo,” he said hesitantly, “I wanna help you save both of our partners, and me knowin’ will just help your cause.” Sam felt the urge to get on his knees and beg, just so he can understand what the fuck is going on. “Please, I need to know.”

He let go of Sam’s shoulder and takes a step back. Echo’s face conformed into a cold fury, a far cry from the comforting tone he used a second prior. “I tried to make this as painless as possible for you, Nashira,” he spat out, with an effort to remain as calm as he could. But with every word Echo said, his composure wavered, a strained frustration creeping into his voice. “Yet you clearly, want to make things harder for yourself.” 

Sam watched as Echo’s glitches threatened to rip apart the reality they presided in. Tears appeared in the night sky and the stars were falling on the “ground” they stood on, crashing and exploding into a brilliant white light. For each star that descended from this makeshift heaven, Sam could hear Gavin’s voice from a life from long ago.

“I can be both a good man and a very bad incubus all at once.”

“You can let yourself feel everything right now, and I’ll weather this storm with you. Just like you did for me.”

“Now, there’s an idea. You know I’m a sucker for a callback.”

(Sam also noted that the sarcophagus carrying Freelancer’s body had vanished. Where to? He hadn’t the faintest clue, but something told him that even in death, Echo didn’t want his deviant to see him in this rageful state.)

His pondering was cut off with Echo’s booming and well, for lack of a better term, echoing voice. “Do you have any idea how it feels to carry millennia worth of memories that no one but I understand? How it kills me to know everything about you and your mate and Damien and Lasko and Huxley and them, but knowing all you will only exist in my life for a fraction of the time I’ve spent observing this world?”

A moment of silence passed.

Everything stopped.

Sam half expected for Echo to evaporate into non-existence. (What that meant he had no idea, but he didn’t have time to contemplate existentialism right now.) 

Instead, Echo composed himself. He waved a hand and every fallen star rose back into the sky and the reality-breaking tears stitched themselves back. “If you wish to become a stubborn, unnecessary martyr, then be my guest. But don’t you dare regret this decision later on.”

Sam couldn’t get a word in before Echo spoke once again. The room went dark again, but before he could panic about the sudden blindness, Echo spoke directly into his mind, a cacophony of every voice Sam has ever heard blanding into one harmonious tune. 

"Wish carefully, Nashira. Actions have consequences. And wishes granted have a cost."

(Glad to know Echo keeps the talks-a-lot-incubus tradition alive.)

On an unrelated note, Sam’s eyes felt heavy, like he hadn’t slept for eons. Sure he’s not known for his impeccable sleep schedule, but he’s never one to turn down the chance at some shut eye. Besides he’s had a hard life, let him lay down… And get some sleep… Maybe dream of them if he’s lucky.

(When has Samuel Collins ever been lucky?)

…

You know how when you fall asleep on a bus? Or on the train? (Or the tube as the British call it.) You don’t know when you fall asleep, and you know for a damn fact that you shouldn’t be sleeping in public where anyone can just�� You’re sleeping on a train, you can fill in the rest.

That was what Sam experienced. Should he be sleeping in front of an omnipotent being that’s only one step away from a God? Absolutely no, but he did it anyway. Though on the bright side, at least he’s been blessed with a dream. 

But it's not them. 

“Samuel, I promise there’s a way to bring them back! But you have to believe me!”

“How Gavin!? How the fuck am I supposed believe when you say you’re gonna bring them back? I saw that shade fuckin’ drain ‘em! I saw the life fade from their eyes! You’re either delusional for thinkin’ you can save both of’ our partners, or your bein’ cruel for no goddamn reason.”

“Well you better believe me, because I can. But… It means watching them die over and over again until we get it right. Can you do that? Can you fall in love with them, only to know that you will only be guaranteed eternal happiness once?”

“...You do it everyday with your freelancer, don’t you? Why shouldn’t this be any different?”

“I’m not asking for me. Are you able to handle that kind of pain?”

“Lord knows I’d endure a thousand hells for them. I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

“Alright, my dear Nashira, just remember…

…Actions have consequences. And wishes granted have a cost."

Oh right. He agreed to a deal. There was no point in wondering if he was making a deal with the devil because he bit the damned fruit long before he could even remember it.

A snapping sound slowly drags him back to consciousness, and a harsh reminder from Echo brings him back all the way. 

(Come to think of it, Sam didn’t even think he fell asleep. He just disassociated so hard that he felt his soul leave his body and relieve that past memory. Or maybe it wasn’t all in his head? Great, add time travel to the weird shit that’s happened so far.)

“Wake up, Sam,” he says with a harsh tone. If Echo had the same mannerisms, and everything tonight (or today?) proved that to be true, then Echo calling Sam ‘Sam’ and not some nickname or ‘Samuel’ or ‘Nashira’ meant that he’s pissed. Not in a ‘Freelancer not giving him affection for more than five minutes’ kind of way, but in a more ‘watching some professor antagonize Damien for being a fire elemental’ way.

Sam just hoped that perhaps Echo will have more mercy on him than the scarred professor.

(Emotionally scarred. She wasn’t worth having to deal with all the paperwork from D.U.M.P.)

“So you finally remember everything?” He may have posed it as a question, but the mocking undertone was a clear indication that he already knew that answer. It was silent for a moment, only to be broken when Echo clasped his hands together. “Well it’s always wonderful to speak to you, Nashira, but we have partners to revive, which if we’re being honest, would have been done quite earlier if someone would keep his reckless wolf alive.” 

What… No, he can’t…

Again? He had to go through that again? How on Earth did Echo expect him to go through the same love story for the thousandth time? If the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over and over again, then he has long gone past the deep end. He didn’t even know what possessed him to agree to this fucking deal those lifetimes ago. God damn it, he should have never bit the apple. Bringing people back? From the dead? The closest anyone has gotten to that is a vampire’s turning, but he knew his Darlin’ would rather die than give up their wolf. So he has to find a way to keep them immortal without turning them.

Cool. No pressure. When you boil it down to a simple sentence, it seems doable. 

That was before he had to watch them die a thousand times, and having to prepare himself from watching them die a thousand more.

He remembers it all now. The doomed timelines, the sinking and permanent dread that accompanied him around their death, the constant beratement from Echo whenever he failed. Given that he’s still here, talking to Echo and not enjoying immortal bliss with Darlin’ goes to show how much he has failed.

How dare Samuel Collins be so arrogant as to think as he could reverse an event so vital to the timelines he has the privilege of residing in. Does he not know his misery keeps his world spinning?

(Of course he knows why he agreed to all of this. Echo… Gavin’s voice held so much conviction, so much belief, that this plan could work. To call it a plan is giving it more credit than it deserves. It’s more of a hypothesis. However, theory can only be made fact if there is evidence behind it. At this point, it’s proving to be more fictitious everyday.)

In a meek voice, not out of fear but hesitation, Sam spoke for what seems to be the first time in a while.

“No.”

Echo halted. No, scratch that, the entire room just stopped. 

Before the stars and little clouds in the sky moved, twirling and twinkling in the false night sky.

The room seemed to forget how to breathe. Sam had to remind himself that despite his undead status, he wasn’t allowed the luxury of forgetting.

Echo scoffed, once then twice. Then he started cackling, bending over and clutching his stomach in a failed attempt to control this burst of joy. Or perhaps the absurdity of the entire situation has finally caught up to him. 

The ground cracked underneath the demon’s feet as he stomped around the room-dimension thing. “Of course, of course! I should have known that this would happen!” He muttered to himself. “Every single time we meet like this, you try to bail out because of your bullshit morals. Morals, that mind you, you only have because of them.” The stars heated up as his glare intensified. “Need I remind you how you treated Fred’s progeny?”

Sam was still living with the guilt of how he treated them and how they're relationship fell apart. 

If only he met Darlin' earlier-

“That's exactly it!” He yelled and the room shook with his fury. Did Echo just read his mind? “You’ve always based your decisions on what they would want you to do.” He scoffed, the temperature dropping as ice laced his voice. “Not that it ever stopped you before.”

Sam didn’t know if the chill down his spine came from the cold of the room or the cold hard truth his deranged friend was speaking. He was right. Sam will whine and cry about morals and standards and questions and thoughts of ‘what would Darlin’ do’, but it didn’t matter. In the end, he’d continue on with Echo’s mad experiment to save them. (Save them both.)

Bite the apple from the snake, suffer the consequences of the sin, go back to the Garden of Eden and do it all over again.

(Does that make his darlin’ the Adam in this story? Convincing him that eternal damnation wasn’t worth the pain of immortality? It wasn’t that Darlin’ didn’t wouldn’t agree with the plan. His Darlin’ was as selfless and kind as the Saints he was forced to pray towards. Death was nothing to them if it meant they could be the cause of that salvation that saves their friends. No, they’d disagree with the plan because they couldn’t bear seeing their beloved in constant, perpetual and unavoidable pain.)

(Or maybe their mercy  makes them Jesu’? A martyr destined to die over and over and over for the sins of those who have ruined them? If that’s the case, then he’s Judas, the fool who damned Jesus with a kiss.)

The demon rolled his eyes back in the dramatic fashion that he was known for. With a wicked smile and a faux concern dripping from his voice, he taunted the vampire, “Come on, Sam, we both know what you want.” Any and all anger was gone, replaced with the smug satisfaction of a man (or interdimensional magical being) who knows he’s been right in every scenario. Why, of course he is. Echo has had this same argument a thousand times over.

And he’s won every single time. 

(What can he say, he’s had a lot of practice.)

“Do I need to remind you of the times where you were the one who killed your precious mate?” He asked to continue to poke and infuriate the vampire.

Of course he didn’t need to. There have been timelines where Alexis had invoked him to kill his wolf out of petty revenge. (Let it be said that the actions of these Alexises are not indicative of the Alexis you are familiar with.) He remembers the taste of their blood when he killed them. It wasn’t of fear or disgust, it was of acceptance and peace. Like he was making love to them in their bed and not violating their body. They had always said, “If I wanted anyone to kill me, I want it to be you, since you’ll make sure I’d be loved in my final moments.” 

He wished they had hated him instead. The wild fire, the raging blizzard, within their blood hurt more than any acid in this or any world. 

Echo, satisfied with the memories that were returning to Sam, put the final nail to the coffin carrying Sam’s flimsy convictions. “You don’t want all of that pain and suffering they had to endure to go to waste, don’t you? So I ask you again, Nashira, don’t you want to have them again?”

The most infuriating part was that he was right, so fucking right. This is what Sam wants.

He wants to drag his Darlin’ from the river by the hair he loved to pull when kissing them and hold them close and keep them safe and alive for all of eternity. Wants to gently place them down on their bed and play with his hair and tell them that nothing will hurt them. His arms were the shield they desperately needed after a lifetime of fighting. To make up for all the pain he has caused them in multiple timelines and create the most perfect future possible for them, just for them. Helping Echo with his own predicament is an added benefit.

The sunk cost fallacy is a phenomenon where a person is reluctant to abandon a strategy because they’ve invested everything ounce of themselves to see it succeed. Echo and Sam were becoming too familiar with the ocean floor.

Quiet resignation and deep laughter filled the room, with the demon wiping his nonexistent tears from his eyes. “It’s always fun to break you, Nashira, but we have work to do. And this time,” his eyes darkened and the stars flickered out, leaving the two men visible, “I expect results.”

Sam nodded and an apple appeared in front of him. When he takes another bite, the cycle of pain will continue, and it will end with him. And he will end it.

He has to.

If not for his happiness, than for the happiness of the twisted demon he once called a friend. 

–

Now that the cycle restarted and Sam was sent back to the beginning, Echo remained in the room. Alone and perfectly still, like water that hasn’t been agitated.

The false memories always work. He gave himself a pat on the back for coming up with that idea after the first few cycles, when Sam was becoming resistant. 

The ‘multiple timelines’ that Sam had experienced were really just simulations that Echo created to cycle through in order to find the perfect solution. Each one contained a different ‘what if’ to reveal more information about how this world works. 

What if Alexis was a petty and jealous ex?

What if David turned on Darlin’ and let Quinn take them? 

What if they had a normal life and died of old age?

They all had a different purpose, but none of them were real enough to have any lasting consequences, but lovely Sam didn’t need to know that.

In truth, while Echo can make all the alternate universes or lifelike dreams he wants, he can only reset the prime universe, the one we know and love, only once. So he had to make absolutely, one hundred percent sure that he can manipulate the right factors to create his desired outcome. And he finally thinks he did it. After years of self-isolation and watching his friend be tortured, he finally broke the crystal.

(Whoever gets that joke has quite good taste in TV shows.)

Echo looked up at the black void and smiled. “Are you seeing this?! You said I could never and I fucking did!” Silence was his only response but he didn’t mind.

It took him much too long to learn about the secrets of turning humans into concubines, but better late than never. Considering that Darlin’ is a shifter, a human that is closer to a demon than a freelancer, it only makes sense to make them his first and successful attempt. (Mark his words, he will succeed.)

From his pocket, he held a photo in his hands. It was taken in front of the local cowboy club in Dahlia and the incubus and shifter were smiling. Happiness coursed through their veins and unbeknownst to neither, more was on the way. Echo studied how lively and youthful Darlin’ looked back then. Before Quinn had forced them to let go of themselves and the carefree nature that made them loveable. While he thanks Sam for bringing that side out of them, he was going to make sure they stay like that.

Permanently. 

He took a deep breath and braced himself. Once he saves them, he can save his beloved deviant.

He was going to see his beloved deviant again.

And he will make sure they all live happily ever after.  (But do you know what they say about those who try to alter destiny? The fates will not take kindly to anyone to change their plans and will do anything to get back on the right track. Certain events can never change, lest the universe unravels on itself. But Echo would relish that type of destruction, wouldn’t he.)

[mrdreyferin-stain]

nothing to worry bout here

gods, they fucking have felt so shit. imm barelly able toype with these fuckers ofb arms. like,, fhe feeling in them. it hurts. its the last reminents of them and just. gods fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fu

shit, why couldnt they just be numb. ensas arms work, they sure fucking do, and im grateful as hell, but also gods does moving them hurt. youd think id be strong enough to handle it now, but nope. im just as "strong" as i was before. how the hell did i even get on that gods-damned ship. i found family by running from the one i had? fucking hell, how stupid is that. id say sorry, but who the fucks gonna listen. jayson is himself, so is that old lady (i cant judge age, i barely remember mine.), and i dont think i could face jaybird or ava without becoming a sopping mess.

words wont mean shit, and what the fuck can i do? i barely can handle my broken arms. i want to say sorry to elizabeth and chip, because they were there and shouldn't have been. i want to say sorry to finn because i took forever to get back to him. im sorry arlin ive let you stay lost still. sorry captain rose, you got the shit off the ferin familys boot, not the mate you looked for. look where we are now.

sorry to my new captains that you looked up to me ever. im not as good as i was before, and i wasnt ever great then. if i was, i bet we wouldn't have fallen in. i would have grabbed your hand and pulled you out.

gods why cant my arms be numb.

[topwan-obikin]

FIRST WEEK RECAP!

Here it is the recap of our first week of posting! If you didn’t have the chance to look through the creations revealed, now it’s a great time to do it. Give them some love and share the ones you loved more!

Legend:

☆ = complete

♥ = wip

☆ Always be my Master by Anonymous [Explicit - 5,402 w]

Anakin has just been knighted, and both he and Obi-Wan are having a hard time with what that could mean for them. Neither of them are looking forward to the distance that could be put between them once they start taking on separate missions from the Council, but Anakin has a little something planned to hopefully help Obi-Wan feel a bit better about the situation.

☆ Don’t Bully Anakin He’ll Cum :( by Anonymous [Explicit - Fanart]

Anakin getting railed while wearing a silly little shirt. Based on a prompt for Top!Wan Obikin Fest!

☆ The Only Sacred Part of Me by Anonymous [Explicit - 5,052 w]

Anakin Skywalker, a newly presented omega, goes to the Halls of Healing for his first gynecological exam. Healer Obi-Wan Kenobi guides him through it with a slow and gentle hand.

☆ Get My Way by Anonymous [Mature - 6,711 w]

Normal was good. Normal meant that everything was right in the universe. This… this was decidedly not. Or. Five times Obi-Wan watched others lust over his very… pretty padawan, and one time he staked his claim.

♥ love’s a hand-me-down brew by Anonymous [Explicit - 9,662 w - chapters: 3/8]

Obi-Wan has a steady job teaching at the university, a low-rate mortgage on comfortably sized condo in a nicer part of the city, and a respectable social circle. He has no criminal record, no sordid past he’s hiding, he’s in relatively good health, and his friends tell him he would make for an excellent romantic partner. But Obi-Wan’s not looking for love. That’s far too big a commitment. If love is to find him, it will have to hunt him down and kidnap him first. He usually satisfies himself with pretty young things he meets at bars, but unlike his usual taste in lovers, the doe-eyed graduate student that Obi-Wan keeps finding in the wrong library doesn’t seem to notice his flirting. He might have to spell out his intentions if he wants something more. Though Anakin is far from the only oblivious one in their library.

☆ No more blind dates by Anonymous [General Audience - 2,835 w]

Padmé sets Anakin up on a blind date… again, and despite his annoyance he goes and of course he gets stood up, let alone waiting at the movie theatre looking like a lost puppy. Thankfully someone else finds him.

☆ Bunnywan & Nyanakin by Anonymous [Explicit - Fanart]

Furry-ified bunny Obi-Wan is entering his mating season and just wants to fuck his catboy Anakin all the time!

☆ It’s Always Been You by Anonymous [Explicit - 12,601 w]

GFFA-verse Unable to admit to their feelings, Anakin and Obi-Wan seek alternate means to relieve themselves of their sexual frustrations. or The idiots are in love and too stubborn to do anything about it. In classic Obikin bumbling style, they accidentally end up picking each other at a gloryhole.

♥ sleep won’t come the whole night through by Anonymous [Explicit - 4,740 w - chapters 2/5]

Anakin Skywalker had been in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi since he was nine-years-old, before he even understood what love was, or what being in love actually meant. But while Little Ani had always dreamt of romance and a happily ever after where Obi-Wan was concerned, eighteen-year-old Anakin knew a fuck without expectations of more was all he’d ever get with the man that would always have the biggest piece of his heart.

☆ Art by @yatsukisakura

Obi admires Ani’s perseverance against the odds, and using food as love language - after all, food will be more enjoyable with someone you love.

☆ Out of Sync by Anonymous [Explicit - 8,441 w]

Anakin may have the worst timing in the entire Jedi Order. First, he spends one incredible night with Obi-Wan Kenobi - his best friend, the most handsome man in the entire galaxy, and his former Master - only to immediately be sent away to the Outer Rim sieges. Then, just when Obi-Wan finally manages to come visit him, Anakin screws up on a mission and is put on house arrest. Ahsoka and Kix try to cover for them, which is exactly when Chancellor Palpatine and the Jedi Council arrive for a surprise inspection… Kriffing timing.

❤️ because it brings me back to you by Anonymous [Explicit - 7,744 w - chapters 1/2]

Obi-Wan stumbles back to the Temple drunk and tired, but the padawan asleep in his bed is too tempting to leave alone.

♥ the song has ended but the melody carries on by Anonymous [Explicit - 4,040w - chapters 1/2]

They only found a lightsaber when all was said and done. After the dust from the battle had settled, when the field had been cleared, Anakin had been nowhere in sight. Obi-Wan had refrained from searching high and low for his former Padawan, deciding instead to trust in the Force’s will and in his Padawan’s ability to survive almost everything. Because to think otherwise was something he couldn’t even consider.

♥ to love is to choose and be chosen in return by Anonymous [Explicit - 5,140 w - chapters 1/8]

“Have you ever heard of sugar babies?” Anakin Skywalker, a part-time student and part-time intern at Stewjon Motors, enters into a contractual arrangement with Obi-Wan Kenobi, the CEO of Stewjon Motors, to become his sugar baby. The catch? Love is off the table. For both of them. But Anakin has been a rule breaker since the day he was born.

♥ Anywhere Else is Hollow by Anonymous [Explicit - 9,033 w - chapters 1/3]

Past experiences have shaped Anakin’s trust issues with sexual partners and wariness of relationships, but he meets Obi-Wan and begins questioning everything he thought he didn’t want. The only problem is, Obi-Wan has his own scars from his past that further complicate the process of earning each other’s trust.

☆ life imitates art by Anonymous [Explicit - 6,752 w]

Anakin has been practicing his art ever since he got top marks in one of his extra courses as a padawan. He good at drawing two things: faces and hands. He finds he’s even better at drawing these things when they’re Obi-Wan’s hands and face. Anakin’s art turns from simple hand studies to putting Obi-Wan’s likeness in a multitude of sexual situations. Anakin keeps these drawings stashed away until one day Obi-Wan finds them.

☆ Abuse of Power by Anonymous [Explicit - 14,673 w]

Obi-Wan has been charmed by his young and troubled patient, Anakin Skywalker. At first he thinks little of these feelings, but once the obsession settles in, he no longer cares about the risks it takes to satiate his hunger. Or, Obi-Wan is Anakin's therapist and falls in love with him in the worst ways possible!

[the-owl-tree]

Can we get more info on how this au would play out? How would these come to if at all?

it's a BIG wip rn as it's a mix of half baked ideas and plot points but here's the general idea

sky and gray would be two brothers who looked after their mother and little siblings in a war devastated town. pickings are scarce and their home has become even more dangerous poisoned food is laid out to cull the cat problem. gray is the more serious and standoffish of the two while sky has no issue making new friends with the local cats, including bumble, turtle, and dove.

it's one day that they find storm, half-beaten and starving, having escaped from the forest after fleeing one-eye's group. they help her out though gray reaaaally isn't happy about giving up food and shelter to a total stranger. storm tries to get them to help her go back and rescue her mate bright from the group but they refuse, even sky who knows the trouble isn't worth it. she stays with bumble and turtle while she's recovering.

storm ends up telling the little group of friends stories about the forest and the cats who live there as well as how one eye has ruined the peace between them.

[this is where im a bit faint on the connection but uhh go with it be nice to me]

my initial idea is that one-eye's group starts expanding to the city and that provokes sky and gray to start actually getting the plot going by fighting back but it's a work in progress! either way uh insert inciting incident here to start the plot.

using dove's connections throughout the area, they gather cats (including the future founders) as well as find agents in one-eye's cats, including lion who begins to grow weary of all the fighting and disillusioned with promises of power. i love the idea of he, jay, and dove form a little family unit after bonding through strategizing which i think serves as a nice contrast to how distant their reincarnations are. they "earn" their reincarnations through what a group team they are in helping organize the resistance against one-eye.

i'd imagine this is where the kittypet versus wild cat shit starts. the house cats can go home whenever they want (and quite frankly don't have to return when the fighting starts) and never worry about food, jealousy and resentment begins to build up from the wild cats who know they'd be culled if they even attempted going near the humans.

during this fighting and organizing, gray and sky begin to change - with gray opening up more to other cats and embracing the community while sky relishes in the chance to lead and excitedly gathers his lead fighters to practice battle strategies and discuss strategy. it's during this time gray notices his brother's favoritism towards the stronger of the group and their rift deepens when jagged has his accident and wrecks his leg.

they take him to jay and midnight after dove tells them about a strange cat who lives in highstones (this is their first meeting with the duo) and while jay manages to heal the leg as best he can, jagged can't properly walk (like in canon). the difference is immediate in his treatment from his brothers: while gray still sticks with him, sky becomes standoffish and no longer includes jagged in his planning.

i'm not sure about thunder here tbh i think storm would act as a surrogate for sky who wanted children and that would be that?

they fight one-eye using the respective talents of each of them (sneakiness, trees, river, etc.) and win and the cats are unsure what to do next. they've gathered together to fight and now that they've won, what do they do now? sky takes the lead and opts to split them up, there's no need for everyone to gather in one location (which realizing now would be neat if it was fourtrees? yay symbolism), why not just move everyone back to their respective homes? while cats are sad to say goodbye they eventually part and, since they've all sort of bonded with one another, split to live in their respective home turfs.

sky takes authority over his group immediately while gray, wind, and gorse all share authority over the moor cats. during this period, sky begins to grow more hostile and starts establishing borders, which causes the other leaders to begin establishing their own borders.

horrified at the deepening rifts between his family and friends, gray tries to protest these developments with his supporters but he's vastly outnumbered by those in the newly formed groups who, as tensions rise on the border, have begun to grow an identity around their allegiances. gray desperately tries to protest this, even going so far as to sabotage battles and attempt to salvage their old friendships but he and his supporters are eventually driven back to the town area they once lived in.

desperate, hungry, and unsure what else to do to try and save the friends he'd gotten so close to: he attempts to plead with them by asking them to come to fourtrees to talk. they all come...with an army and much like in the books, all hell breaks loose.

sky pins his brother, desperate to understand just why why he would sabotage everything they'd work so hard to build. gray glares back, none of this is what they built, this chaos is what sky used to propel himself to the top and as sky sinks his claws into gray's neck, he rasps: "kill me. kill me and live with the memory. then tell the stars that you won."

and sky does and the stars reward him by naming him the first leader of the clans: skystar.

[latinapoetbts]

The Wolf Who Hated Humans - KTH & Y/N (TEASER - some Editing)

Summary: Y/N is one of the 9 Wolf Tribe Alphas and a badass in line to be the next Governess of the 9 Tribes. The World is divided into three Regional Powers: The Vampires, The Humans & The Wolves. Each Region has its main Governor as an ultimate leader and representation. Her world is a peace for now due to a peace pact. She is a spirited fighter and great leader yet loathes humans due to the traumatic history and memories she carries of her people. What happens when she finds her mate who happens to represent everything she hates. Labels: Smut, Angst, blood, violence, Non-Con, biting, vampires, AU- Fantasy, love triangles, unrequited love, Nam Joon & Y/N Smut, Jimin & Y/N making out

Their smell was always so putrid. I hated that we had to blend in with them. I hated how it felt as if I was the only one who hated them as much as I did. I carried all the rage of 100 generations even from the beginning of our kind. The pain and suffering, loss, grief and death. We were brought nearly to the brink of extinction had it not been for the fucking bloodsuckers who truly were just a hair above them. Yet, I am still grateful for them. We only teamed up to keep the Human population in check. 

I hated how weak they were even at their very core of existence, emotionally chaotic like a fucking child even as full-grown adults. How could they have nearly destroyed us all? Humans; are weak in every aspect, physical, emotional, and psychological yet, I had to give it to them, they were still here, alive, breathing, and thriving as weak as they were. I blame their existence on our peace treaty. As weak as they were, there were just enough humans in the population who were highly intelligent. It is how they nearly destroyed us. Their intelligence and the fact that both our kinds the wolf and the bloodsuckers lust for preying on the weak. The romanticization of our kind and their fucking obsession and drive to ravage and breed the weak. And some called it love until the humans nearly genocided their halflings. Yet it was the love between our two kingdoms heads that the peace treaty was formed. 

The bloodsuckers could feed off those who broke the law, and anyone who volunteered, could feed from animals and of course, there were mandatory blood donations. This kept the bloodsuckers at bay.

Our kind, the wolves could live on our lands, each of the 9 tribes ruled our perspective territories and hunted the prey we wanted without causing extinction. We were forbidden to hunt bloodsuckers or humans. 

Humans could live as they have for thousands of years, free to roam the lands that govern their own country.

Each of our kind is allowed to live under peace treaty law. No wolves or vampires could kill a human. No Human could kill a wolf or vampire unless self-defense and it must be proven as so. Lastly, breeding or mating outside your kind was forbidden. But fucking that was a different story. Humans loved to indulge themselves and our kind was disgustingly willing to fulfill their desires. But not me, bloodsuckers were ok and fun on occasion, but humans were. Never. I’d rather gut myself. 

That was until I met him. He was beautiful, gorgeous, sexy all in one. I had seen plenty of hot human men but he was different, way different. His scent was so fucking good-looking it drove my wolf nearly delirious. I remember when his scent first hit me. Fortunately, I was hanging out with a small group of very close friends. They were well-trusted with any of my most inanimate secrets and they were loyal. It was Kia’s 23rd birthday and we were celebrating with a night out of drinking and celebrating. Kia wanted to party at the triplex strip, a border party strip. The triplex was where the Human, Vampire, and Wolf countries touched. We were bar hopping and club hopping. We had just left a bar when we passed the dance club Oasis.

That's when the most delectable scent pleasantly assaulted my senses and immediately I craved more. I needed to know what this scent was, and who the scent belonged to before my wolf went mad. I felt my wolf was dragging me along as if I were on a leash and had no choice but to follow. I was angry that I was on the verge of losing control of my wolf; in essence, myself. I was no longer a hot-headed, immature, heat-driven teen wolf. I was a mature adult wolf the current leader of our pack and the future governess of our Tribe Nation. The humiliation and rage I felt as I was dragged against my will towards this scent that brought my wolf to delirium with want. Was this the call of my mate, I had heard the leader's descendant's tribe mate call was intense but this was shocking and unexpected. I was in panic, I did not want anyone to know who my mate was and I was not ready to be mated. 

“Y/N! Wait! Where are you going? HEY!….” I heard Kia call out to me. But I was driven forward. I did not want the group to know where I was going. I slipped into the club. The music was blaring. I had never been to this club because I despised its purpose. It was a dance club at face value but also a well-known place for humans who had a wolf or vampire fetish. This was a place where humans could pay for a lap dance or “other services” so they could get off on their fucking fantasies. This was also the spot for them to live out their fantasy of fucking our kind. I wanted to rip the owner's throat out for this undignified display of our people. And I wanted to punish my fellow wolves who participated whether they were part of my pack or not. 

I could hear Nam Joon now, “Just let it be, they're not being forced. Y/N these are wolves who want to be here. Let them have their fun”. I knew he was right and I always kept my true feelings and thoughts to a few of my close and trusted confidants, Nam Joon being one of them. Even though I carried generations of rage memories, it was every Wolves Governor's job to hold space for that rage of the pain and suffering of our ancestors at the hands of humans and harness it to be good leaders who would not harm our kind. But it was extremely difficult. The burden was often too great for me to carry but I knew I just had to. 

I pushed through the throngs of crowds following my wolf’s hunt for the owner of this intoxicating scent. I wondered who they would be, would they be from my pack or tribe or a neighboring tribe? Would they be someone I already knew? Knowing they were here at Club Oasis angered me that they would be here probably looking to fuck a human. How dare they. I felt a deep belly growl escape my throat, my wolf's wrath building merely at the thought of someone else touching the owner of this scent. Fuck, my wolf wanted them and there would be nothing standing in the way nothing to stop her, I was for the first time truly terrified. I was on the verge of losing all control, I knew I was close. I could feel myself salivating and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. There I found him pushing his way to the back. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I closed in on him, my eyes were dilated and I could feel myself trembling with excitement. I lingered about a foot behind him, I was closing in on him. I didn't know what I would do when I cornered him because as of right now I was led by the lustful thoughts of my hungry wolf. Finally, our moment had arrived as I caught the door staying on his heels.

“Jackson, I'm buzzed as fuck, I told you I’m trying to be a good man…fu–ck”.

I cut him off in mid-sentence as I whirled him around pushing him up against the wall forcefully. Had I lost my fucking mind, I felt as if I was having an out-of-body experience, it was wrong all of it was wrong. What the fuck was I doing. 

[saphiraprince22]

Empty Bottles & Truthful Words

Author talks: I am so sorry for posting after a million years.

Summary: Azriel had decided to get drunk, and the following morning some truth surfaces.

Warning: Nothing much except for drunk Azriel.

Lots of love, Saph ❤

You and Azriel were best friends and as cliché as it was, you were in love with him and hoped that in some odd scenario, he would love you too. It was supposed to be a normal day, and frankly, it was, but little did you know that when you went to open the door after hearing someone knocking on it, it would turn out to be the best day of your life.

You have known Azriel for nearly 3 centuries and never had you seen him this drunk, and you could most definitely feel the drunken haziness through the mate bond, that you decided to perpetually ignore knowing that the bat-boys would have most probably gone to Rita's to enjoy the weekend.

Yes, Azriel was your mate and he was blissfully unaware of it. The bond clicked a little over 6 months ago when you two were sharing a quiet and peaceful moment at the library and you trying to watch Azriel discreetly when the mate bond clicked and you had to leave the room rather quickly so that he wouldn't have any suspicion, only to be cornered by Rhysand who seemed rather cocky about the same. Now everybody other than Azriel knew about your mate bond.

You made them all swear that they wouldn't say anything as you waited for Azriel to feel the same.

You snapped out of the memories when Azriel let out an excited exclamation of your name which definitely tipped you in about his drunken state.

He quickly left Cassian's side and stumbled towards you and if you hadn't steadied him he would have most definitely fallen down.

Azriel nuzzled your neck and kept mumbling something neither you nor Cassian was able to understand, "I have got it from here, Cass, thank you for getting him here."

You could see that Cassian was worried he left bidding you good night and told you to call him if his brother got a little too much for you to handle, he finally relented and left when you gave him an exasperated look as if you couldn't handle your Illyrian baby.

"Az, come on, let's get you to bed," you mumbled as you tried to get Azriel to your bedroom. "Won't you take me out on a date first ?" he giggled, you would have flushed red if it was any other time, but you merely rolled your eyes as you were too busy to make sure you both did not stumble on your way.

You had successfully managed to seat him on your bed and made your way to your bathroom so that you could find the anti-hangover portion that Azriel had stored for you and ironically he would be the one to use it.

"Y/N, I feel the wind in my hair, do you feel it too?" You huffed out a laugh as you imagined how embarrassed he would be when you would happily remind him about this tomorrow. "Sure, Az, before that why don't you drink some water."

You walked closer to the bed as you tried to coax your mate to drink some water and brush his teeth before you could make him drink the potion, hoping that he wouldn't have a horrible headache tomorrow.

After the herculean task of getting him ready for bed, you had somehow made him drink the portion and you were exhausted, you wondered how he had managed to take care of you when you were drunk and promised to never drink your mind off again.

You wondered what prompted him to get drunk like this and hopefully, you could talk to him tomorrow.

"Do you know why I decided to get drunk today?" You were going to ask why before which he continued, "Because I realized that I love her and that she would never love me."

You had to admit that it hurt, you knew that you had no claim over him but to know that he had gotten this drunk so that he could forget about whoever he was in love with, hurt like hell but you suppressed it.

"Whoever she is Az, she would be lucky to have someone like you love her." "Then why don't you" You snapped your head up to look at him and regretted it immediately as you had never seen the vulnerability reflected in his beautiful hazel eyes. You so desperately wanted to believe his, but you knew he was drunk and you would never take advantage of him like that, and somehow managed to break eye contact.

"It's the alcohol talking Az, you won't remember any of this tomorrow-" "But I will" he insisted, you relented and replied, "Then you can ask me out tomorrow when you are sober, alright." "Will you say yes?" he asked in the most vulnerable tone you had ever heard from the shadow singer. "Without a question" you assured and prayed to the cauldron that he would remember this tomorrow.

Azriel opened his eyes only to close them while cursing at the sun, he was about to turn away when a shadow protected his eyes from the harsh sunlight, he was about to fall back asleep when a soft voice stirred him awake, "Wake up, Azriel" it muttered and he immediately knew where he was and who was taking to him. He grumbled as he had a tremendous headache and was too lazy to wake up.

His best friend, Y/N was giggling as she sluggishly shifted preparing to get up, he quickly grabbed her arm, "Don't go" he murmured wanting to do nothing but sleep.

"Gosh you are an Illyrian baby, aren't you." if it was anyone else Azriel would have scowled, but with her he just couldn't help but laugh along.

She stopped laughing and turned to him, "How do you feel, Az?" she asked and he could see it in her eyes how concerned she was. "I am as healthy as a horse, I wonder who I have to thank for that."

"That would be me and while you are at it make sure you thank Cassian, he was the one who brought your drunk ass to me."

Azriel scoffed as he could already see Cassian make fun of him. "Now why don't you freshen up while I whip up something for the two of us."

Azriel groaned feeling too lazy to get up, he knew that he would eventually have to get back to his duties of being the Spymaster, he could only ever fully relax with his best friend. He avoided mentioning last night's confession thinking that you probably loved him as your best friend.

He got up and went to the wardrobe and saw that you had given his clothes a separate section amongst all your clothes. When he had first seen it he had made fun of you, it assured him that he would always have a place at your house and that melted his heart.

He had finally showered and refreshed, even his shadows were looking more lively, compared to their sluggish movements a little while ago.

He silently made his way to the kitchen to see you make his favorite pancakes. He just stood there leaning against the wall wondering what it would be like to wake up with you, how it would feel when you too would take turns cooking for each other in the morning and during weekends both of you would cook together dancing in the kitchen.

He knew how relaxed you were, he almost felt it, Azriel was confused, his shadow half of which that were playing around you and the other half was swirling around him, that is when he realized that not only did he know you were relaxed and happy, he felt it too. There was a pulsing in his heart, he could feel both of your heartbeats syncing and saw the golden string connecting you to him. His shadows were also swirling around him faster as they whispered the one word he waited to hear, Mate.

You were his mate.

You slowly started rubbing your chest, and he sensed that his confusing emotions were not received with the surprising reaction that he expected, it was almost as if you knew, that was when it clicked, why you had run way months before and almost avoided him for days, and when you finally returned, you never did explain why you had left so abruptly. He understood that you knew, and that was why you disappeared.

He slowly tugged at the bond, you suddenly stilled and this time Azriel tugged at the bond harder and quickly turned around. "Az" you breathed out and that was the only confirmation he needed, "You are my mate," he whispered as he quickly embraced you.

"Are you ok with that?" you whispered softly, you had no idea why you were talking in such a low and sweet voice, it just felt like it was called for.

"With what?" Azriel questioned, he should have been the one asking that question, you should be disgusted for being mated with an Illyrian bastard like himself.

You could feel the insecurity flowing off of him, but instead of replying, you just chose to pour the love you felt for him through the bond as you no longer had to shield or hide your feelings for your mate.

He shuddered at the feeling, when he finally gathered his bearings, he reciprocated the feeling and you both sighed in relief as you had finally found each other. That was when you realized that he wanted you to.

"I want you Azriel, I waited for you to feel the bond too, so I could finally say that I love you."

"I love you too" Azriel muttered as his eyes lined with unshed tears.

You quickly kissed him wondering how starved you were for his affection and Azriel reciprocated it just as eagerly as you softly kissed each other, it was a promise of love and intimacy that you would never lose again. You pulled away and he rested his forehead atop of yours as you both smiled at each other.

This time he was the one that kissed you and it was hot and passionate as he kissed you as if you were water and he was a parched traveler who traveled through the desert to quench his thirst.

As much as you hated it you pulled back and licked your lips, "Let's complete the mating bond first."

Azriel's eyes immediately brightened at that as you dragged both of you to the table as you quickly piled the pancakes he pulled out the plates, and neither of you stumbled as it was a practiced dance.

As you both ate the food, you could feel the bond strengthening, Azriel's eyes were trained on you as you slowly ate your breakfast. You had to wait for 6 months for him to feel the bond, it was only fair that he waited too.

And as soon as you finished, Azriel picked you up to take you to your bedroom, as you laughed heartily, you could only imagine how protective [possessive ;) ] he was going to be.

"We should the others know that they wouldn't be seeing us for the next few days."

"We can do that later, I have more important things to do with you." Azriel purred into your ears and you feel your stomach laden with excitement.

"Well, it's a good thing that you decided to get drunk,"

"It is definitely worth it now." You both laughed at that.

As you reached your bedroom, Azriel muttered, " I intend to treat you like a queen." " As you should shadowsinger."

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@aroseinvelaris

[republicsecurity]

Imagined Communion: A Paramedic Remembrance Ceremony

Gathered on a hallowed ground, a congregation of red-clad figures stands united, their presence a testament to the living bridge between past and present.

The rhythmic beat of drums reverberates through the air, a heartbeat of remembrance that resonates across generations. The red flags flutter in the breeze, a sea of unity against the canvas of the sky. In this orchestrated theater of memory, paramedics of yore and the present converge in a shared narrative of service, sacrifice, and dedication.

The ceremony is not merely a ritual; it's an imagined communion that dissolves temporal boundaries. As the somber notes of a melody drift, faces etched with solemnity turn towards a towering monument adorned with names, dates, and stories. The names etched in stone transcend individuality, weaving a collective tale of resilience and valor.

Words uttered by a venerable figure, chosen to evoke the spirit of the community, reverberate through the crowd.

The assembled paramedics, young and old, stand as witnesses to this unfolding narrative.

The ceremony carries an inherent paradox – it is both remembrance and creation. It is a ritual that brings forth not just the past but the present, intertwining memories of those who came before with the aspirations of those who stand today. And as the ceremony reaches its crescendo, the sound of a single bell resonates, summoning the souls of the departed into the shared realm of remembrance.

Amid the flags, the speeches, and the whispers of the wind, the paramedics reaffirm their commitment. The words spoken, the wreaths laid, and the solemn silence are the threads that bind them into a living tapestry.

Unseen Communion: The Veiled Paramedic Ceremony

Beyond the gaze of civilian eyes, a second ceremony unfolds in the realm of the veiled. It is a ceremony that the uninitiated cannot behold.

The paramedics, a sea of figures, their faces half-veiled by helmets adorned with integrated HUD displays. These technological companions, normally serving as tools of heightened awareness, now channel something deeper. A special mode of the HUD, activated only for this hidden ceremony, becomes the conduit for a multimedia show that seems designed for each paramedic individually by an AI system.

The director and the AI weave a digital symphony tailored to every man present. As each paramedic gazes upon the visor, the show unfurls – a personal kaleidoscope of images, words, and emotions.

The multimedia show transcends the boundaries of the physical world, drawing from an intricate reservoir of data – personal experiences, surveillance footage, reports, recordings of past missions, shared histories, and the very essence of the Paramedic Corps.

The paramedics are enfolded in a spectacle that evokes their commitment, their valor, and the very essence of their being.

Among the paramedics I had the privilege of conversing with, there is a unanimous sentiment that this ritual is an experience deeply personal and profoundly touching.

One paramedic, whose eyes sparkled with emotions clearly visible even behind the faceplate of his helmet, shared that the multimedia show projected onto their visor during the ceremony felt like a journey through their own memories and aspirations. "It's as if the AI and the director know the very essence of who you are."

"Seeing the multimedia show tailored to my journey and then glancing around to see my comrades in the same space – it's an affirmation of the bond we share."

For many, this hidden ceremony is an intimate encounter with their own commitment and dedication.

"The multimedia show seems to pull from the threads of my life, there were recording from the Academy, from my time in the Youth Group, from my first mission and even from a recent sexual encounter with a mate in a sleeping cubicle," a paramedic confided.

As the hidden ceremony engaged the paramedics in a dance of introspection and unity, the civilian observers were immersed in a glimpse of the profession's exterior facade.

As the hidden ceremony concludes, the paramedics emerge with visors once again clear, their faces betraying no hint of the immersive experience they've undergone.

As the ceremony concluded, a seamless transition occurred on the screens, bringing the audience into the immediate present. The life camera feeds, recorded from the helmets of the paramedics themselves, took center stage. Now, the viewers were treated to an immersive first-person perspective, as if they were donning the red flightsuits and standing alongside these dedicated individuals.

The scene shifted to show paramedics participating in acts of reverence and commemoration – a quiet yet powerful extension of their commitment.

These recordings showcased the diversity of paramedic roles during these ceremonies – some engaged in precise movements, others standing in silent contemplation. Each scene, framed by the paramedic's visor, provided a unique window into the dedication that underpins their service.

With the paramedics' helmet-mounted cameras, the audience experienced the ceremonies through the eyes of those who lived them.

Careful and calculated Unveiled Paramedic Ceremony

In this poignant sequence, the scene transitioned once again, capturing the essence of paramedic remembrance ceremonies with an intimate lens. The life camera feeds, positioned as if through the eyes of the paramedics, revealed moments of profound connection to the act of remembrance.

Two red-gauntleted hands came into view, gently cradling a wreath. The delicate yet purposeful placement of the wreath underscored the significance of the gesture. The gloved hands, symbols of unwavering dedication, released the wreath onto a memorial with a reverence that transcended words. It was a silent testament to the lives touched and the sacrifices made in service to the greater good.

The camera then shifted to show a face behind a faceplate, framed by the helmet's visor. The visage, usually stern and focused, now revealed a different facet – one of quiet contemplation. A single tear traced a path down the faceplate, embodying the depth of emotions that these ceremonies stirred within. Behind the protective layers of the helmet, a human heart beat with empathy, reverence, and the weight of remembrance.

These glimpses into the personal and emotional aspects of the paramedic remembrance ceremonies captured the humanity beneath the armor. The life camera feeds allowed the audience to witness these small yet profound acts of honor, revealing the paramedics' shared commitment to never forgetting those they had lost.

The juxtaposition of gloved hands and tear-streaked faceplates conveyed a spectrum of emotions – from the tangible action of laying a wreath to the quiet vulnerability of acknowledging loss.

Two Audiences and their Veils

In a world where symbolism is both tool and performance, the paramedic remembrance ceremony emerges as a choreographed spectacle with dual purpose. A symphony of organized precision, it serves as a harmonious duet for two distinct audiences: the public and the paramedics themselves.

For the civilian observer, a polished facade is presented – a picturesque panorama of paramedic life interwoven with noble deeds and solemn reflections. The generic recordings that play out before their eyes offer a scripted tale, complete with a narrative arc of service and sacrifice.

Within the private sanctum of the paramedic's visored world, a starkly different experience takes root. The helmets, not merely protective gear, become a portal to a multisensory symposium of remembrance. An intimate dance of multimedia projected upon their HUD displays, meticulously personalized for each paramedic, unfolds a tapestry of individual journeys through loss, camaraderie, and service.

In the end, the paramedic remembrance ceremony remains a masterclass in the art of collective manipulation – a spectacle that ingeniously bridges the divide between public gaze and personal experience.