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fific7 · 4 years ago

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Dangerous and Divine - Part 11

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some voyeurism. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

Wanting to turn round and get the hell out of there, Madani found herself rooted to the spot. It was like car crash TV... she just couldn’t bring herself to look away. So, she stood there and just watched.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, she just stared at the scene in front of her. The room door was at her back and she went along with it involuntarily as it swung closed behind her. Coming to rest against it, she drew in a long breath.

Her eyes were glued to that damn cute ass of Billy’s. Watching it... relentlessly, hypnotically moving up and down, up and down, up and down. Listened to his breathy moans and low grunts as he pounded in and out of her. Uhh, uhh, unnhhh, unnhhh. Caught glimpses of his balls between his legs, snapping backwards with each thrust. A sheen of sweat visible across his shoulders and back. Saw one hand making its way down to where their bodies were joined, his other running gently along her thigh.

Her! she thought venomously. It should be me... he should be on top of me in that bed!

But still she watched. And watched. It was really dim in the room, and she realised the curtains were almost fully closed. She found herself craning her neck forward slightly to get a better look.

She watched as he kept on thrusting, then she noticed the muscles in his ass eventually tense up. Another three or four shorter thrusts, then she heard Billy cry out. Heard him breathe her name, saw him lowering his head to rest on her shoulder for a moment before bringing it up to her face; she just knew he was kissing her now. “I love you,” Madani heard him say, and more kisses followed.

The breath she’d taken in left her lips in a long hiss. This was just so not fucking fair!

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You reached up off the pillows to kiss Billy’s beardy chin above you, but a sudden movement near the door caught your eye. You let out a small shriek as you saw a shadowy figure standing there and Billy leaned back immediately, looking at you anxiously. You pointed towards the door and his head shot round in that direction. A snarl appeared on his lips and he roughly grabbed the bedcovers, quickly pulling them over the two of you. He leaned up on his elbows, looking over his shoulder at the intruder.

“Madani!!!” he yelled, “You... you fuckin’.... Get the fuck outta here!!!”

You heard the door slam, and raised your face from where you’d hidden it against Billy’s chest. You hadn’t been able to make out who it was in the low light. “That was her?” you asked him, and he nodded, throwing back the covers and sitting up against the pillows, running both hands through his wayward hair. “Yeah,” he replied, “yeah, it fuckin’ was. That crazy fucking bitch.”

You also sat up, bringing the sheet across you and under one arm, “What the hell was she doing in your room, Billy?” You were glaring at him, and he quickly put his hand on your cheek, “I have no idea, angel... truly I don’t. Please don’t be thinkin’ this was some kinda hookup, cos it wasn’t! I’m gonna fuckin’ strangle her.... urrrhhhh!!” You could see that he was absolutely furious.

Reassured, you softened your gaze. He carried on, “We’re not due to meet up with her for another half hour. She musta been given a pass key and for whatever reason, came chargin’ in here.”

You ran your fingers up through his hair, sweeping it back from his forehead, “Billy, I swear I’m gonna nail Agent Madani’s ass to the wall when all this is done!”

“You and me both, sweetheart,” Billy said grimly.

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Billy had got up and showered (with you) after that, then he’d unpacked his black tactical suit and got into it. While you were busy admiring how he looked in it - like, really damn sexy - after a long and passionate kiss, he’d left you in the room, telling you to doublelock the door and not to open it for anyone except him.

You’d been made to promise on the lives of everyone you held dear that you’d stay there, until he got back. He didn’t know exactly when that would be, which you had to admit pissed you off a bit but you understood he couldn’t give you a precise time and why. It’s just you didn’t like the thought of being cooped up in the room all day.

Oh well, you had the TV, the movie channels, the mini bar... and room service. Your eyes lit up. Room service!!

Eager to get ordering, you started looking for the menu in the pile of hotel stuff on the funky reclaimed wooden desk, which was underneath a huge ornate mirror. You caught sight of yourself in it as you did so. Ohh... okay, you’d better lose the “I’ve Just Been Fucked Senseless” look before the room service guy arrived, otherwise you might just give him the fright of his life.

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Dinah Madani had stumbled out of Billy’s room, letting the door slam behind her. She took off along the corridor at a cracking pace, face flaming red, heading for the fire exit stairs. She smoothed down the fabric of her jacket with her hands, then ran them down onto her trousers, trying to calm her breathing as she went.

She replayed the vision of Billy’s naked body in her mind, of him having sex, blocking out the inconvenient fact that he’d been in bed with someone else.

Damn, she was aroused. She could feel how damp her panties were as she walked. How was she supposed to get the handsome big bastard out of her head now, after seeing that display? In her head, she transposed herself into that bed, underneath him. She could almost feel him inside her.

And every time she looked at him from now on? Yes - she was going to be imagining him naked. And it wouldn’t be to give herself more self-confidence in front of a bunch of people, like they taught you to do in those self-help courses.

As she started making her way down the stairs, she mentally shook herself - she’d better get her head back in the game or this could all go horribly wrong.

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Billy had taken the same route down a couple of floors to the room being used as the base of operations. He was still fuming about Dinah’s little voyeuristic visit to his room. What the fuck was she thinking, coming into his room unannounced? If he hadn’t been otherwise engaged he could’ve shot her! And just how long had she been standing there, watching him make love to his girl?

Weird bitch, he thought, but I’ll settle the score with her once this is all over.

He knocked once on the door, saw an eye appear in the spyhole and then the door opened. Frank and the rest of the Anvil team were already there, along with Madani and her Homeland agents. He glared at Madani but she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Frank winked and grinned at him, fully aware of the ‘operation’ Billy had been on prior to arriving. Wait till he told him about Madani’s latest little stunt!

They got down to business, running through the details of the op and all the ‘what if’s’ and Plan A, Plan B, Plan C scenarios once again. Everyone was given their positions, tasked with certain duties, told to make sure their earpieces were in and working. The two teams started leaving the room and dispersing to their designated locations. The undercover agent remained to get a further briefing from Billy, Frank and Madani, then he too left to go to his room where the meet would take place.

That left the three of them, plus the Homeland agents who’d be monitoring all the comms and security cameras. Billy marched right up to Madani, towering over her and glaring so furiously at her that it was a wonder she didn’t catch on fire. In a very low voice that only the three of them could hear, he bit out, “I’m sayin’ nothing right now about what happened earlier, Dinah - we need to be totally focused on this fuckin’ op - but we’re gonna be having a conversation about it at some point.”

He caught sight of Frank’s puzzled face but just gave him a small shake of the head. “Right,” he said, “c’mon Frankie, let’s go and check the perimeters.”

The two of them left, leaving Madani to pace the room and watch the CCTV screens over the shoulders of her agents. She hadn’t said a word directly to Billy or looked him in the eye during the entire briefing.

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Billy strode along the corridor so quickly that Frank had to really hurry to catch him up. “Hey, Bill! What’s up with you and Madani now?” Billy shook his head, “Dunno that I should talk about it, Frankie, I’m still fuckin’ furious with her, and I really gotta concentrate on all this shit that’s goin’ down today.” They reached the stairs, Billy opening the fire door and they started down the steps.

Frank grabbed his arm and they both stopped walking. “Don’t forget I know you better’n you know yourself, Russo. If you don’t get this off ya chest, you’re gonna explode. And that ain’t what we need right now.”

Billy leaned his back against the wall and sighed, “Yeah, you’re right.” He broke eye contact with Frank, saying, “She’s got a master key for the rooms.” Frank said warily, “Yeah, I know she does... and?”

“Came crashin’ into our room, when I was... we were...” Frank’s eyes got huge, “havin’ sex. Stood there for fuck knows how long watchin’ us, till we finally noticed her after... after we finished, an’ I yelled at her to get out.”

“For fuck’s sake!” Frank said through gritted teeth, “What the fuck’s wrong with that woman?!”

Shaking his head, Billy shrugged, “I dunno, Frank. She’s got issues, that’s for sure.” He turned and started down the stairs again, “C’mon, let’s get this shitshow on the road.”

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You’d ended up having the most pleasant day to yourself. Leisurely soak in the spa bath, several room service orders (repairs having been carried out before the waiter’s first visit), several little trips to and from the mini-bar for G&T’s. You’d finished the gin now, and had moved on to vodka & coke. Not your favourite but beggars, choosers etc.

You’d been on one of the big movie channels, and so far you were three fantasy films, two rom-coms and a heist movie into their list. In fact you’d started drifting off to sleep as you got towards the end of the heist movie, and made yourself sit up to make sure you didn’t doze off. You gazed back at the massive wall-mounted TV and tried to pick up whereabouts you were in the plot. Oh right - bank robbery.

The bad guys ran into the bank, firing shots into the air and getting everyone to lie down on the floor. But there was that one hero security guard, who drew his gun and tried to shoot the bad guy gang leader. Cue good guy getting shot, up rolls a police armed response unit, cue gun battle, various dead good and bad guys, oh and here’s the car chase as a couple of baddies got away.

Hey hang on, the gun battle’s still going on, but neither the cops or the bad guys are shooting at each other as they’re too busy doing handbrake turns and screeching round corners.

It dawned on you the gunfire you could hear was in your freaking hotel. Leaping up and zipping over to the window, you saw various black SUV’s parked randomly in the middle of the street, blue lights flashing and doors wide open, but apart from crowds of the general public running for cover, there was no-one in sight round the big cars.

You could still hear the rattle of gunfire, and then all of a sudden it went eerily quiet.

Breathing unsteadily, you had a nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach and your hand wavered towards the doorhandle. The temptation to open it was huge. ‘No!’ screeched the sensible part of your brain, ‘for just once in your life.... Do. What. You’re. Told.” Your hand went back to your side. Okay, you win, you told your brain glumly.

You walked back over and sat on the bed, ended the movie - the bad guys were probably either A) going to get away or B) get caught - so you could live without seeing the end of it. Starting to flick through the programme guide, you finally found a news channel, but they had nothing about the hotel or ‘shots fired’.

So you spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the bed for 3 minutes then getting up and pacing, then sitting on the bed again for another 3 minutes, then pacing again... hit the repeat button on that scenario until there was a big knock at the door.

You headed over to the door but didn’t put your eye to the peephole, having seen a film once where someone got shot in the eye that way. Yes, you did watch a lot of movies, what of it! So you just called out, standing to one side, so you wouldn’t get shot through the door either (yes, yes, saw that in the movies too), “Who’s that?!”

Billy’s voice said, “It’s me, sweetheart. Can you let me in? And don’t get upset but I got grazed a coupla times by bullets so I’m bleedin’ quite a bit.”

Don’t get upset? you thought, he’s gotta be joking hasn’t he? You hastily unlocked and pulled open the door, and you saw a very pale-faced Billy leaning on the doorframe, blood on his face and on one of his arms. You could see ripped fabric on the sleeve of his tactical suit where the blood was coming from.

“Oh, Billy,” you said, worried, dragging him into the room and slamming the door closed.

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justice4harwin · 4 years ago

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All Too Well- part 2

Summary: Johnny Lawrence was a troubled kid, then a troubled teen, and although he hid this from most, there were a few people he allowed to truly know them.

Series of one-shots telling his story with one of those people.

Part 1

Part 2: Johnny and Noelia’s first meeting.

Late August, 1982

Noe held the toy gun with a firm grip and closed an eye as she pointed at her target. Around her, the loud voices of games and people having a good time seemed to fade away as she forced herself to focus on the game at hand. This was only a little bit better than just awkwardly wandering around on her own.

Firing in quick succession, she almost didn’t miss and smiled to herself, lowering the toy as the screen switched onto the next level. She noticed a girl standing nearby.

“Oh, sorry. Were you waiting to…?” she left the rest of the sentence hanging in the air and pointed at the screen.

The girl, who had been staring, shook her head, her pretty blond curls bouncing about.

“No! It’s fine, really. You were here first. I was just watching while I waited for my friends.” she took a tentative step forward, so they wouldn’t have to talk so loudly. “You’re really good.”

“Thanks.”She stepped aside and motioned for the girl to stand in her place. “You wanna keep going? I was getting bored anyway.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, shortening the distance further.

Noe smiled, handing her the gun. Her dad had talked her into going to that place to meet some people before classes started in september. This seemed like the perfect chance.

“I’m Ali.” the blond smiled in return, turning her eyes to the screen and shooting. She missed almost half of the targets.

“Noelia.”

“You new here?”

Noe nodded, but Ali probably couldn’t see it.

“Yeah. My family moved here from Winsconsin a few weeks ago.”

“Cool!” she gave her a swift look. “Must be a big change.”

“Yeah, but I think so far I like it.”

Ali kept on missing despite Noe’s gentle advice, and soon the game was over.

“Sorry I ruined it.” she said with a grimace, putting the gun down and moving aside to allow two boys no older than twelve to take her place.

Noe waved a hand.

“It’s just a game.”

“They’re right there! It’s not like real hunting, you know? They’re just a few feet away.”

The other girl shrugged, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Maybe it’s the bright colors? I find them pretty distracting.”

Ali gave the screen a pitiful look.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Ali!”

Both looked in the direction of the voice, finding a tall brunette waving next to a redhead. Ali turned to Noe.

“Hey, wanna join me and my friends? We were about to have a snack.”

“Are you sure they won’t mind?” It sounded good. Really good. Almost two weeks had passed since the move, and each day, Noe found herself lonelier than the last. Her parents had quickly settled into their new routines at their respectives jobs, and her little brother spent most of the day playing with the other kids from the complex. Noe had had so much free time in her hands that she had unpacked most of their stuff all on her own and even managed to fix a shelf in the kitchen without help.

“Yeah, c’mon! It’ll be fun!”

“Ok, but I’m getting some fries first.”

Ali motioned to her friends and guided Noe to the food stand, where she also ordered a slurpee.

“So, which school are you going to?”

“West Valley. Sophomore year.”

Ali’s eyes widened.

“Me too! That’s so cool! Maybe we’ll share some classes.”

Great relief washed over Noe as she heard this. This girl seemed nice, plus It’d be great to know at least one person on her first day.

Hearing some commotion coming from the table Ali’s friends had sat at, both girls turned to look. The blonde groaned.

“Great.” her voice dripped sarcasm.

Noe looked on with curiosity as the table filled with a bunch of loud boys.

“Friends of yours?”

“Friends of my friends, unfortunately.” the blue eyed girl answered.

One of the boys leaned closer to Ali’s friend and said something, to which the girl pointed in their direction and his head snapped up, zeroing in on them.

Caught, Noe hurried to look away and thanked the employee as he handed her the drink. Next to her, Ali’s mood had visibly damped. Of course, Noe wanted to ask, but she wasn’t too sure if it was the right moment for that. They had just met after all. Who knew the history there.

“Oh, great, now he’s coming over. Quick, pretend you’re with me.”

“I am with you.” Noe smiled, subtly raising her eyes to see the guy from before approaching.

He was quite tall and seemed well built, his blond hair fell over his forehead, but they didn’t hide his blue eyes. Noe felt the straw falling back into the cup. He had to be pretty terrible, because otherwise she wouldn’t understand why Ali seemed to hate him so. He shouldn’t have a right to look so good.

He looked at her as he approached and crocked his head to the side, smirking. She looked away, embarrassed for getting caught.

Luckily, he walked past them, but she could feel his eyes on her, almost burning her. It was something she thought happened in her mom’s novels only.

Her new friend suddenly looked at her, seeming like she was trying to make a choice.

Noe was about to ask her when something collided with her back, sending her forward. Ali caught her by the arms, and Noe gasped as the icy contents of the cup spilled over her shirt, its cold contents against her hot skin causing a small shock.

“Seriously, Johnny?!”

“What?! It was an accident!”

Ali looked as convinced of that as of the existence of Santa.

“Right. Just like you.”

Noe put the cup on the counter and looked down.

“Crap.” she muttered.

Ali was pushed back as another figure imposed itself into her line of vision.

“Hey, you okay there?” she looked up to find the blond guy again. His expression shone with excitement, which she found suspicious. “It really was an accident.”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” she waved him away, looking down again at her shirt.

“Here, let me buy you another.” he offered quickly.

The blonde girl jumped back in and pushed the guy, Johnny, away with a hip thrust.

“You do that, jerk.”

“It was an accident!” he defended again, raising both hands.

She ignored him.

“C’mon. I’ll help you clean up.”

Noe let Ali take her hand and guide her to the bathroom without a word.

Looking back, she caught Johnny grinning from ear to ear at their retreating forms. He winked and she rolled her eyes half-heartedly.

Boys.

Johnny PoV

"Play nice." He had muttered to his boys under his breath and through clenched teeth as Ali Mills and her cute, new friend approached the group.

He stood up from his place at the edge of the table, his eyes never straying from the girl.

She was pretty. Petite, olive skin, rosy cheeks and eyes so dark they were almost black, except for those bright green flecks. Her curls hung loose down to her shoulders, which were exposed.

Maybe he could take a break from his attempts at wooing Ali, it wasn't really working anyways.

Ali stopped in front of them, but only addressed her friends.

"Girls, this is Noelia. Noelia, meet Barbara and Susan."

They both smiled and greeted the new girl, which she returned warmly as her eyes drifted to him and his friends.

Johnny took his chance, striding towards her.

"Hey, I'm Johnny." He shook her hand, gazing into her eyes. He felt a rush, but quickly shook it off. "These are Jimmy, Bobby, Dutch and Tommy."

"Hi everyone." Her voice was soft, but easily heard, even with the commotion around them.

"Look," he pulled her out of Ali's grip fairly easily and to the place he had saved for her next to Bobby. "I got your order for you, and another drink."

She smiled at him, like he was some sort of angel or something.

"That's very kind but you didn't have to."she reached for her pocket. "Please let me repay you for the drink."

"No, no I can't." He raised his hands, taking a step back. Jimmy and Dutch were laughing silently behind Noelia while Ali glared at them, arms crossed and looking like she had sucked on a lemon. She was the only one of the female group who seemed to see through their bullshit. "I spilled the drink on you-"

"It was an accident."she interrupted.

"And ruined your clothes-"

"On accident."

"It's just a drink, Noelia." He liked saying her name.

She stared at him for a few seconds, and Johnny felt like a small kid when they got praise. That unadulterated rush of pride and self-worth that boosted anyone's ego ran through him after so long as she finally nodded.

"Okay. Thanks." She sat at the table, and he was quick to follow up and take the space to her left.

Ali sat on the opposite side next to Barb and gave him a warning glance.

Don't mess her up or else...

He chuckled internally and turned to listen as Noelia answered Susan's question.

She opened up slowly but steadily, and seemed to be hitting it off quite well.

"So, your parents moved here for work?" It was Bobby who asked, playing around with his straw. "What do they do?"

She swallowed her fry before replying:

"Mom's a dentist and dad's a surgical nurse."

Johnny snickered as Dutch, Tommy and Jimmy laughed. The girls and Bobby rolled their eyes.

"Your dad's a nurse?!" Dutch asked, almost in tears.

It was funny, but not that funny. Then again, Dutch could laugh at almost anything when he was as high as he was at the moment.

Noelia crossed her arms over her chest, her face going from angelic to malevolent as she glared at him.

"Yeah. Got a problem?"

Dutch ceased his laughter long enough to give her an obvious look as he gestured with his hands, like that would help get his point across.

"C'mon. That's a woman's job."

"So is being a hairdresser, which explains how you're so good at bleaching your hair." Ali spoke up without so much as a glance, finding her drink more interesting.

Johnny and the others outright laughed at this, including the girls. Noelia looked down as her shoulders shook, and then sent Ali a grateful look.

Johnny watched her for a moment and then at Dutch, his demeanor turning cold as he shook his head once in warning.

You're gonna ruin my chances.

Susan got up.

“I’m bored. I’ll go find a game.”

The other two got up, and after a discreet nod from the leader, so did the cobras. Ali turned back to Noe.

“Wanna come?”

The new girl checked her wrist watch and grimaced.

“I don’t think so. My dad’s picking me up soon.”

The blond’s face fell slightly.

“Oh, well, okay.” she perked up immediately after. “We’re throwing a party at the beach on saturday, to celebrate the end of the summer. You should come.”

“I think I can do that. Or I’ll see you at school.”

Ali nodded, and with quick words, they were all gone.

The girl turned and jumped, placing a hand to her chest. Johnny noticed her nails were painted black and slightly chipped.

“Sorry, I thought everyone left.”

He placed his elbow on the table and leaned against it.

“Thought I’d keep you company.” he smiled charmingly. It was the smile he used to suck up to the other parents in Encino.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go with your friends? I won’t wait long or anything.”

Discreetly, he scooted closer to her. He mustn’t have done such a good job, since she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’m perfect here, hot stuff.”

She snorted softly, and the blush that rose to her cheeks wasn’t as deep as he was used to getting from other girls.

“Do you come here often?” she asked him suddenly, turning all her attention to him. He was slightly caught off guard. After a moment, Johny started talking, and she listened.

She asked. He answered.

She asked. He answered. She listened.

She turned on the bench to face him, one leg on each side of the metal seat as he spoke of some of his favourite spots around the place.

He found it strange, but she truly seemed to be paying attention to what he said. She didn’t seem bored as he spoke, nodding along and making comments or side questions here and there, her rapt eyes on him, like being worthy of such magnitude of attention made sense. Like it was no effort to her.

He stared at her here and there. From the posture, to the way her long, flowy skirt framed her legs, to the hands which now laid on the bench right in front of her. Goosebumps seemed to be raising in her arms, so he did something odd, and instead of being cheeky and telling her to scoot over to him, he took off his red jacket and handed it to her.

Her hair flew with the breeze too, some of it getting to her face. She’d catch locks with those slender fingers and push them away to no avail, but it didn’t seem to annoy her in the least.

Eventually, the disconcert settled, then faded and he recovered his balls, finally asking about her too. It seemed only fair, and part of him was genuinely curious.

“So, you’ve been living here for long?”

“No, we just moved in some weeks ago.”

“And wha-”

“Noe!” a honk followed the yell, and she looked to her left as he looked to his right and caught a glimpse of a man waving from the inside of a car.

“That’s my dad. I gotta go.” she stood up and took off the jacket, handing it back to him. Up on her feet, the multicolored lights seemed to caress her, creating a kaleidoscopic halo around her silhouette. She grabbed her empty cup, cardboard plate and looked at him like they were old friends already. “Do you go to West Valley too?”

He nodded and she smiled brightly, like the news was delightful to her.

“That’s great! I’ll see you around, Johnny.”

Was that the first time she said his name out loud? It sounded nice.

“Yeah. See you.”

She departed then, walking with a sprint, stopping once to throw her trash in a can, then a second time before entering the car to turn and wave at him, and got in. He blinked, a group of nerds got in the way, and when they moved the car was long gone.

Some snickers bought him back to earth.

“What happened there, Johnny?” Dutch and Jimmy approached him, evil glints in their eyes. “Was it love at first sight? Are you gonna burst into song now?”

Johnny rolled his eyes and swiftly swept Dutch’s leg. He almost fell on his ass.

“Nah, man.” he shrugged. “She’s hot. I may ask her out once or twice, you know; get some experience before I ask Ali again.”

Jimmy nodded, like it made as much sense as their theory about the pyramids.

“She’s a Reseda girl, after all.”

“Mm.” He stood up from the bench and stretched before putting on his jacket again.

As he followed his friends back in, cracking jokes and laughing, he felt a peculiar scent.

He wasn’t sure what it was, but it reminded him of a bakery early in the morning, when everything is just out of the oven. It was nice.

His group got together again and he quickly jumped in, making sure to be the center of attention.

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riskeith · 4 years ago

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happy weekend dearest!

other than the snow angels, i haven’t done much.,, just been cozying it up with coffee and blankets at home hehe. 30 degrees... amazing. ideal feeling like a rotisserie chicken weather. 😌 bc of global warming we’ve been having some great summers these past few years. it even gets to 30 degrees as well which was unheard of tbh.

you’re so cute for caring ilysm <3 and aaa! a walk! do you have any perticular place you enjoy walking to or does the winds guide you, hehe? EDITING A FIC... 👀 i’m looking respectfully...... 👀 wait did the event open up for you already? i tried to play it earlier today but it wasn’t there yet... the lost riches one right?

bennett is best boy i still can’t believe it either!!! he’s seriously the cutest he just makes me so happy. when i need to explore and run around i always run with him bc i love his lines so much. what a bebie. you should go for it there are still some days left! + he’s a four star so he’s easier to get. GUOBA IS SO FUNNY he’s just.... a little fucking bear i can’t stop laughing... tbh the little creatures like amber’s bunny too just 😭 have you seen those yt clips of them dancing? obsession..

i need to ask you this bc when i found out i lost my mind: did you know that the japanese va for razor is also the va for tsukishima (haikyuu) and shigaraki (bnha)???? insane!!! it made me consider switch to japanese dub tbh.. which dub do you use?

maybe i’ll send you a little part and you can read or something shdkdhskdjdjf help 😳 it’s not edited or anything so it might take a while plus i’m super into writing bnha these days so.... but hey if You have any prompts you want to read maybe i’ll write a drabble for you. i don’t mind at all! <33333 ask for anything!!

(FIC-COLLAB!!:!/$:)!:&//&/!$:’sidnd HELP.... omg what kind of fic would we write....?)

exactly! i think when you realize that there’s nothing keeping you there anymore that brings you joy, that’s when you need to step back. social media is a bit fucked up that way imo. like you want to be there to be informed and to have fun but it takes so much.. hm. also you always tell me this but i wanna tell you to that YOU are the reason i enjoy social media these days so.. thank you <3

you relate to bakugou and lance? that’s super hot of you.. 🥵 my wifey is a self assured, super intense and talented person.. couldn’t ask for better tbh. i think out of them both i’m pretty much like todoroki.. we’re super similar in so many ways now that i think about it shsjdhdhdj.. how about we just stay c.r and m.a our dynamic is perfect as is LMAO

DOUBLE VENTI! I’D LOOOOVE THAT FOR US. bow users are difficult indeed but venti is one of the easier bow users it feels like... idk watching others game play he doesn’t have as much pushback as say amber for example. 12K PRIMOGEMS..... babe you’re getting your xiao!!!!!! how long have you been saving? also i seriously don’t mind if it comes down to it hakshddkhd i can be your genshin sugar mommy... ;) imagine a c6 venti though that seems insane. literal insanity.

SPEAKING OF SHIPPING.... THE POST YOU POSTED... THEY STOLE OUR IDEA AND IT LOOKS SO CUTE AND ITS CHONGYUN AND XINGYUN WHICH IS EVEN BETTER... THEY LOOK SOOOOO CUTE TOGETHER I’M OBSESSEDDDDD!!!! <3333 dude idk how but we are doing that co-op date somehow i’m super inspired i want that for us so badly... (also i need to say smth... my love language is when people say ‘i thought of you when i...’ and the fact that you said that just hsjdfhjdjdksk shit)

actually you’re right.. the only way we’d get a sequel is if they did something with the mfe fighters.. like kinkade james veronica nadia and ina. idk how attractive that would be tho...

i’m a lady, my dearest *dips* no but my pronouns are she/her!! sorry i didn’t mention it before i thought i made it clear shsjsjdkdj. ty for asking tho ♥️ super sweet!

AAA!!!!!!!!!! EEE!! i’m super super excited. if it’s like,, too public and you don’t just wanna post it i might think about exposing myself or smth... if that would make you more comfy. no matter what you do i’m just gonna be here buzzing, *hinata voice* one more one more one more.

oh!! i listen to everything but kpop sjdjdkdhdk i did have a semi-phase around like 2014-19 ish but dropped it pretty hard . now i have no clue what goes on there anymore i mostly enjoy rnb indie n rap/hip.. my gay ass was considering making a little playlist or smth for u but i want to make it with songs You’d like so i might pull up my old kpop faves hehe..

guess chilling is out of the question then, heh. hope you slept well!! i’m gonna try to wake up earlier so we’ll have a chance to send more messages during the weekend perhaps... mwah!!

YOURS, m.a. <3

happy weekend!!!! hope you can ease up a bit since there’s no school hehe

“feeling like a rotisserie chicken weather” FHSKFHKSDF yes!! but it honestly sucks when it gets any hotter bc we don’t have central cooling in our house so rip... and my laptop fan goes crazy ahaha. 30 degrees being unheard of.. can’t relate! fsdfjs. have you guys had to adjust to those changing temperatures? rip climate change tho :’(

<333 i do!! i usually walk to the local park and then the streets around that.. omg speaking of... do you play pokemon go? DHAFKHSDKFHSKDFHKSDH i got back into it again recently ahaha. it’s for a free bakudeku zine!! hehehe it’s out at the end of jan so 👀

i just checked and the event is open !!!!!!!!! good luck hehe !

yup lost riches!! and the event opens at 4am server time, so since i’m in asia i get it earlier hehe which colour seelie are you gonna go for tho omg i was debating it with my friend last night.. i’m gonna pick gold!!

baby bennett!! that’s true but i can’t risk getting a 5 star otherwise my pity will reset for xiao fhdskfhskjfhkjshkfj next time :(((( but albedo /is/ super pretty and i see a lot of people saying they like him... NO !!! xiao only >:( no omg i don’t think i’ve seen those clips ? is it mmd where they like dance to other songs and stuff ahah

yes i did!!!! and the VA for diluc is giorno from jjba and kuroko from knb!! omg wait and venti’s VA is hinata did you know that? fun fact i guessed it was him when i first heard his voice LOL that’s my secret talent 😩 and i use japanese dub!! i’ve considered using chinese too bc i can understand it but i just like the japanese voice actors tbh and also i can excuse it as “listening practice” AHAH

yes pls!! sending something bnha is fine too, or legit anything else lmao i’m open arms over here~~ 🤗👐 and ooft... it’s hard thinking of prompts that’s why i always ask others HSDKFJHSDKFHSD but i’ll let you know if i think of something!!!

(no clue!!!! but we could each write from a character’s POV so hopefully it’s more consistent 🤪🤪 idk i have no clue how fic collabs work AHAHA)

yeahhh one of my mutuals said “social media is a curse” and honestly hard agree.. we’re all kinda trapped in a way LMAO. and no pls don’t thank me.. you’re the one who found me first 😩💘 ily..

FSDHKJFS pls you’re making me blush come on 😳😳 but yes i love that for us... m.a. x c.r. the only valid ship 😩

woooo!!!! yeah you’re probably right, like given the fact he’s a 5 star his mechanics are probably different.. i know that diluc’s charged attack is different to the other claymore users so! IM GETTING MY XIAO!!!! and hm i’ve been saving since the middle of zhongli banner! so december 10 ish around then? dragonspine was a blessing tbh i reckon i got sooo many primogems from that. FGJKSHFKJSDHFKSDHSHKJFH my genshin sugar mummy 🥵🥵 c6 venti unstoppable..

AHAHAHA YEAH THEY LOOK /SO/ CUTE TOGETHER!!! i wonder how they got so many of the images tho like they must’ve been so in sync?!?!? ugh that could be us but no cross-server co-op be playin’.. (fhdskjfhdskjfhs um!! noted for future reference 🤪)

omg them.. i always forget about them LMAOOOOOOOOO ugh. actually i wouldn’t be mad if we got a prequel of like when keith was in the garrison... or even when shiro was with adam... ugh so much they could’ve given us and they chose not to

*waggles eyebrows* well hello there, m’lady ;) and it’s fine fhdskjf i had some inklings but didn’t wanna assume ya know? ahah :p

no!! it’s all g, i’ve thought about posting it before anyway. like, just releasing all of my WIPs and letting people do what they want with them HAAHA. (i could also just put the link under a read more and less people would see it, so it’s no biggie!) fkdshfkjs the hinata impression omg precious <33

FJHFDSKJ awks ahah which groups were you into tho! if it’s not like scarring for you to think back to LOL. and oooo i like indie too! i think.. or is it alt? honestly i don’t even know, tbh my music taste is pretty diverse and a mess, i can usually listen to a lot of things. except slow songs i don’t really like those hfdskj. and i don’t like rap too much either FHSDKJS whenever my friend gives me a rec i’m just like “oh i liked the singing parts in that” FDSKJF. a playlist tho huh 😳🥺

and pls!! if the weekend is your only chance to sleep in then do it.. for me 😩 i’ve been legit waking up at 12pm these past few days FKJHSKDF idek why like i’m sleeping 10 hours?? yikes. but as always i shall be waiting for your response <3 💌

#marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

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(Fic) Daywalkin’ in Vegas

...let’s be honest, this ‘short backstory fics’ thing has done what my writing tends to do, and Escalted. So let’s escalate.

Title: Daywalkin’ in Vegas (Wattpad) Setting: Increasingly not even serial-numbers-off-VTM. VTM infact exists in-world as a gaming system, which really annoys Fancy Vampires. Warnings: Gore; depictions of violence/ death against a child. Words: 6537 Summary: A failed siring gets the attention of two very different parts of Vegas Below; and a young blooded nosferatu puts herself in the centre of a dangerous balance.

Beep.

Twenty-eight forty.

Beep.

Thirty-one seventy.

Beep.

Nox watched the till display tick up, comparing the total to her mental tally. She had enough; she knew she did. It might have been in tattered bills, tarnished coin rolls and bits of change so old they were chipped like gears around the edges, but she was always real careful to plan these trips down to the grubby dime. In and out, as unobtrusive as possible.

Beep.

A final bag passed, the green-yellow numbers flickering one final time. The cashier smiled in customer service plastic as she read out the total, then followed it with a look of awkward concern.

“That’s all for you? We - er – we have some good specials,” she said hesitantly, nodding towards the little stack of brightly-labelled packages beside the register. It was mostly sweets and tampons, and Nox bit back on a grin at the sight. Nice thought, but that hadn’t been her ‘bloody’ problem for a while now.

“That’s it,” she replied, adding: “Thanks, though.” Sure, it was an upsell, but a kind one. The girl even managed to keep back any disgust at the state of some of the cash; it had been cleaned up, but people didn’t tend to drop crisp ones into a cup on the sidewalk.

Nox carried everything out to the repurposed shopping cart that she’d left just inside the little bodega’s doors. The thing was unbalanced and took corners like a drunk, but it was better than playing pack mule herself. The new bags settled down on top of the day’s earlier buys: bulk discount batches of toilet roll, bleach and superglue, along with cheap fabric for bandages. Plus, now, thirty-eight dollars and eighty-six cents’ worth of the cheapest mince and frozen shrimp available within a four-mile radius.

There had been a time when she’d had to worry about dietary fibre. Or vitamins.

The cart’s wheels creaked and rasped on sidewalk dirt as she headed it away, hunching down over the handle as she pushed; partly for more control, mostly to keep her face in shade. Her battered baseball cap and hoodie did a pretty good job – accompanied by garish plastic sunglasses and a stained bike mask – but every little helped. It also added to the overall ‘bag lady out on an afternoon shuffle’ aesthetic she was going for. The trick was to inspire just enough awkward pity to be invisible, but not enough to be a target.

Apparently, her act was off today. She’d just turned a laborious corner, distracted by trying to keep the bags all stacked, when she felt a hand clamp down onto the top of her head and yank hard. She didn’t move, but the hood pulled away and she heard a yelp of disgust even before she swivelled around. Two young men stood behind her, gawking in revulsion at the revealed state of Nox’s scalp, in all its piebald, peeling, erratically-thickened glory. A thin braid slithered down her face, torn too-easily free along with the hood.

She gave the scene one more heartbeat to really settle in, before grinning widely. Faced with a mouthful of teeth like broken ivory, the youths managed to look even more horrified.

“Aye, that’s how I caught it too!” Nox cackled theatrically, before snatching the hat back from now-unresisting fingers and jamming it back into place. “Don’t go scratching yerself anywhere pretty fer a bit, eh?”

The lad – and his already-retreating backup – hesitated, then let out a string of bravado-born obscenities. Freak – gross – blah blah blah I-have-a-tiny-dick blah. He kicked at the cart as he started follow his friend, and Nox let just enough spill out to sate the petty spite.

Once they had gone, she picked up the packets again and began to fix her hood. The exposed skin was stinging and smarting already, a poison-ivy prickle that calamine wouldn’t touch. At least it was late enough in the afternoon that she probably wouldn’t blister from the exposure. More annoying was the missing chunk of hair, and she probed at it gingerly. No deep wound, thankfully; which probably meant that the straggly braid had been almost ready to fall out anyway. She tended to keep about half a head of hair going, on average; so it’d grow back.

The lads were long gone by the time she was ready to set off again. With any luck she’d be nothing more than an awkward moment in a day of shoving their weight around; quickly forgotten. Being gross in the eyes of idiots wasn’t a Breech, after all.

The rest of the trip back was uneventful. Streets gave way to alleys, sidewalks to cracked paving, to rotting asphalt, and even the graffiti began to wane as she got closer to home. The main occupants of this ass-end of nowhere – a ghetto’s dumpster of a place – didn’t exactly make it their business to advertise where they were. Those that needed to know; knew. Those that knew, generally didn’t care – which was honestly a hell of a lot better than the alternative. Nox had heard the stories of what it had been like only twenty years ago. It was strange to feel that there was any sort of luck to her history, but six years wasn’t twenty.

Reaching a gap in an otherwise unremarkable wall, she glanced around quickly, making sure that no one was watching. Then she straightened up, gripped either side of the overloaded cart, and hefted it up through the broken brickwork in one smooth movement. She vaulted in after it, dropping down into cool shade, and let out a sigh of relief as the accepting touch of Karloff’s Invitation washed across her. The sense was like a door opening in welcome; like taking the first familiar turn towards home after a long day’s drive. It also meant no more unwanted attention – without that explicit permission, you’d never be able to recognise the entrance, or even keep your attention on what you were looking for. She was as invisible now to all other turned-aside eyes as everything else within the Invitation’s borders.

A few more rattling corners later, Nox finally turned into the Homestead grounds. The whole area had once been a crammed-in mess of squat apartment blocks, copy-paste civic solutions built without charm to fill the need for cheap rooms. The Homestead was the only one of its kin still standing, now surrounded by an opened-out area of recent amateur demolition and scrap-built fencing. Bright splashes of street art cut across sagging concrete and the blacked-out eyes of the windows, although the tags and themes chosen indicated the difference between these creators and the more standard ones of the world outside. Most of this had been painted at night, for example, with rather more variety on the theme of ‘hands’ grasping the tins.

There was a lot more inside, and below, but she felt a particular warmth at these murals. Out here, on the surface. Bright in sunshine that most of them could never see. The Nosferatu might be Vegas Below’s crusty little secret, but they were damn well there.

Bits of cracked paving clicked and skittered beneath the cart’s wheels as Nox made her way through the fences and to the big, bolted main doors. There was a rough porch built around the frame, mostly to give extra shadows, and she looked up at the tiny glints of watchful glass sunk into the surrounding wall. She waved.

“Dimestore-Blade’s grocery delivery,” she announced, and listened to the familiar rattle of bolts start on the other side of the door. A few moments later it swung open and a hunched figure peered out, wincing back from even the thick porch shade. This was Max; an older woman than Nox in both kinds of age, who managed her marks via a combination of extensive bandaging and even more extensive needlepoint. Watery black eyes looked past her, squinting through a gap in the heavily-embroidered scarf wrapped around her head.

“All okay?”

Nox nodded and lifted the trolley over the threshold.

“Fine.” She didn’t mention the youths. Didn’t seem a lot of point. “Let’s get this lot into the freezer before it can walk on its own, yeah?”

Safely inside the slightly-fetid gloom of the entrance, Nox took the opportunity shed her bag-lady layers. True, she couldn’t actually overheat, even on a Nevada afternoon, but being swathed in that many layers was still claustrophobic. Beneath the mismatched fabric strata was an increasingly-threadbare pair of yoga pants and a dark vest, and Nox gave a small sigh of relief as she folded up the rest of her daylight-drag, shoving it onto a shelf nearby.

“Right,” she muttered, as much to fill the air as anything else, and turned back to the trolley. Max had already transferred much of it into precarious piles in her own arms. Her scarf had slipped down, revealing a hairless head webbed with splitting skin; much of it made whole again with patterned patches of colourful thread. The fabric discoloured over time, of course, but it reduced the leaking.

Balancing their burdens, the pair made their way further into the Homestead. Closest to the entrance was the most decrepit part, occupied mostly by shelves and old furniture crammed full of clothes and patched umbrellas for venturing out, and with years of dumped debris building up in corners. Rooms with windows – even those as thoroughly blacked out or bricked up as these were – mostly housed the rat runs or storage, because no one wanted to spend a lot of time somewhere where crap mortar could result in dayburns. Similarly, the roof and most of the top floor was given over to pigeon roosts and No avoided them whenever possible. She’d never much liked pigeons before this, and she still held that even their vitae tasted of garbage, somehow. Still, they were much dumber than rats, and they did lay eggs, so that helped.

The really lived-in part of the Homestead was underground. Everybody knew Nosferatu lived in the sewers, right? Okay, so Nox would admit she hadn’t much understood the difference between ‘sewer’ and ‘storm drain’ before her life had taken its scabby turn, but she sure did now. Vegas had extensive storm drains – large concrete tunnels that lay under much of the city, designed to quickly shift heavy rain away from the tarmacked surface above – and they were ideal: underground, dark, not monitored.

And not actually full of shit.

The arrangement used to be… messier, Karloff had told her. When they hadn’t been so organised; when they’d lived closer together with others who had slipped through the cracks Above. Some of the Family had started off as those same ‘unfortunates’ after all; those who were aftermath-sired in a broken frenzy, or from the bloody jaunt of some fuckfang cutting through the ranks of those who wouldn’t be missed. Splitting their claimed tunnels off from the main circuit and establishing the Homestead proper had happened later, after the Vegas Accord had given the Nosferatu a Clan-status, and hunting them for sport stopped being an acceptable weekend activity.

Six years sure ain’t twenty.

Max chatted away as they walked; an idle litany of gossip, social media tidbits and reports from watchers all over the city, woven together into what Nox tended to think of as ‘Radio Max’. Spying on people was apparently another nos stereotype; but honestly when you didn’t really sleep, were functionally invisible to large portions of society, and had worked out how to divert half-decent broadband from badly-secured leisure networks overhead, it wasn’t difficult to get ahead on current events.

Plus the rats, of course.

Information was power, and they had precious little of any other. Although Nox sometimes wondered how much of those scant threads of power that Karloff put such value on would diminish if Clanpires in general figured out how to just Google things.

They had reached what she thought of as ‘mainstreet’ of the Homestead tunnels – a long space with concrete pillars linking floor to ceiling every thirty feet or so, quite cheerfully lit by a mishmash web of light fittings rigged up overhead – when yelling broke out further down. Nox and Max shared a look of alarm at the commotion, but it was when her name became suddenly clear in the shouts that Nox’s stomach dropped.

“Get this stuff away, will you?” she muttered, carefully setting her packages down beside Max, and turned to meet the oncoming figures. Even wrapped in a heavy coat and thick gloves, she knew the loping form of Skaad instantly.

With features which sagged so violently that his bruise-yellow skin frequently tore at the edges, and a mouth like a lipless sharps bucket, Skaad was nonetheless gifted with some of the keenest senses in the clan, plus a damn-near eidetic memory. Which meant he spent most of his time skulking in hidden places, listening to things he shouldn’t, and following people who thought they were alone in their secret business. Having him sprinting towards you, so fast his eyelids were visibly flapping, wasn’t a great sign.

Back in the world Above – before her life had gone to hell in a weirdly specific way – Nox had been a paramedic. It was useful in the day-to-day, being the closest thing this bunch of ragged immortals had to a resident doctor, but there was only really one sort of actual emergency left down here.

Skaad skidded to a halt, and grabbed her arm with a worrying urgency.

“Got a phresh one. Get yer kit!”

Fuck. A fresh one meant one thing: someone had found a dumped fledgeling, one who’d been showing signs of the Change going wrong and been tossed aside by their disgusted sire. Intervening quickly could help, particularly getting a pigeon smoothie down them fast, but the panic on Skaad’s drooping face didn’t line up with -

“What’s so – ?” she started, but he shook his head, steering her towards the plastic-covered tunnel they used as a makeshift clinic. He leaned in to shove her again, but lowered his voice and muttered just before he did – and the words sent ice down her spine.

“It’sh a kid.”

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

You didn’t turn kids.

When your working knowledge of vampires had been a general pop-culture miasma and some blurry memories of teenage Buffy marathons, finding yourself on the other side of the supernatural coin came as a shock in various ways. One of which was the weird sensation that you should have studied it all harder, somehow. Nox had certainly felt stupid, in her early days, as a man with a face like a charred wasps’ nest listened to her stutter her way through half-remembered fiction and worse-remembered reality. But she’d apparently got a few things right, and somewhere in that muddle had been the idea that you shouldn’t turn kids.

There were all kinds of theories as to why – from the debauched to the practical – but she found that in many ways it didn’t matter. Whatever fucked-up intention you had, it wouldn’t work. Too young just… didn’t take. And when a siring didn’t work, there was every chance the result would end up on her table.

She scrabbled through the assortment of old drawers and boxes that stored her gear, pulling out anything she thought might work. Bandages, thread, craft superglue, repurposed bottles of hard spirits that would do in a pinch for sterilising. The best-case scenario things. And the rest. Old herb pots of fine powders; thrift-store silver cutlery hammered and polished and changed into a very different set of tools. Sharpie-labelled bottles of liquids that moved weirdly in the light, and a range of refillable lighters that definitely didn’t contain hydrocarbons anymore. All the things she’d picked up in the last six years that fitted in with other sort of medicine.

The plastic curtain behind her was yanked back and a sound she had been trying not to hear finally demanded her attention. It wasn’t even a scream, and Nox hated, hated hated hated that she recognised the cadence there perfectly: raw, animal agony of sound torn from a throat that was violently reforming around it. She turned to see Skaad forcing flailing limbs down, looping thick restraints around rippling flesh, and finally allowed her full attention to turn down to the spasming form.

Gore looked different through vampire eyes. It was hard to describe exactly how – partly because wordsmithery had never been one of her strong points, but more because trying to compare feelings from now and then was always going to have a huge fucking hurdle of shifted species in the way. She’d still probably seen more human blood in nine years on the ambulances than during the half-dozen in and out of Vegas’ shadows, and but everything afterwards had been… different. Displaced. Detached. Just didn’t seem as visceral as it used to do.

But this did.

Acid tightened in Nox’s throat as she stared down at the shuddering mess in front of her. Blanched skin bubbled and writhed, tearing as it pulled away from the muscles beneath; themselves little more than contorting ropes of livid tissue that pulsed under dying heartbeats and spilled black fluid from ever-widening rents. The throat was gone, now a bubbling pit of desperate breaths, sucked past exposed tendons that wriggled like furious worms. Half-clotted ichor was pooling from gashes along the arms, down the stomach and further: the marks of peri-sire wounds, those that had been still fresh as the invading blood forced itself into collapsing veins. The eyes were side-to-side a sickly crimson-yellow, bloating out from a face that was collapsing in on itself, and throughout it all, the kid screamed.

It was revolting. Nox had to bite down on the vicious spikes of fight-flight that were going off in her mind, so violently she could feel her hands trembling from the horror and her disgust at her own reaction. It was an instinct, an unbidden response to a failing siring – she knew that – but understanding it didn’t make it easier. Everyone down here had ‘gone nozz’ during their own Turn. Hell, a few of those brought to her were walking around now, not seeming any weirder than any of them, but she’d still felt that awful surge of fundamental wrongness about them before they stabilised.

Nox gritted – all of – her teeth, and slammed her kit down on the table.

Instincts can fucking blow me.

“Let’s see what we can do.”

It turned out what they could do, wasn’t much. Cleaning, sewing, cutting, sealing – nothing held. Stitches fell from uncertain skin, or tore great new holes as fresh spasms pulled at the edges. Wet rags soon littered the floor, sodden with black and yellow fluids that turned the rough concrete into a slippery, stinking mess. The bleeding wasn’t slowing, even as the body seemed to be crumpling in on itself, gradually liquefying around the bones.

The sound had gone quieter, if not softer, and Nox didn’t have much hope it would stop soon. It might be days yet, before the final sparks of vitae or life or cruel continuation finally went out.

Too young. The kid – the girl, most likely, going by anatomy – had been just… too young.

They had to have known that.

“I’m outa tricks,” she said, although the words felt thick and sharp in her mouth. She wanted to keep going. She wanted to, so fucking much. But somebody had done this. Somebody who knew this would happen.

“I’m gonna make her comfy,” she continued, then hesitated even as she pulled out the frankly-horrific cocktail of morphine and street drugs that might make a dent in a system caught somewhere between undead and alive. Skaad looked at her, and held out a clawed hand.

“Want me…?”

“Nah.” Nox shook her head, and swallowed. “You can get the others outta upstairs, though. I need to – to make a call.”

Skaad stiffened, his jaundiced eyes flicking between her and the table for a moment, before he let out a low hiss and ducked away through the curtain. Nox administered the mix and tried to convince herself it would have any sort of palliative effect. Then she went back to the drawers and rummaged again, right at the back, until her fingers closed on the ridged plastic of an old nokia.

There weren’t many numbers in the phone, but it was the first one she selected, under B.

- SUMFCK SIRED KID. ITS BAD -

She threw the phone back into the drawer and hurried out, past the plastic sheet and into the tunnels, leaving sticky footprints in her wake. Not a great look, but everyone would already know what was happening. Nosferatu gossiped like – well, like a society of insomniac, semi-immortal shut-ins.

Overhead, an erratic cluster of repurposed pipes trailed down through the domed roof, emanating from the rat runs above. Drainpipes, corrugated plastic, bits of plumbing, and all of them shaking slightly with the constant pass of tiny feet within. They opened out onto tiny highways of shelving that lined the walls, all heading in the same direction as she was. Pairs of black-beady eyes glanced at her as they passed, and with so many concentrated here, she could feel the faintest flick of Attention in each one. They were all headed to a squat metal door at the end of an offshoot passageway. The rats passed freely back and forth narrow holes punched in either side of the door; but Nox knocked. She knew she was already expected and entered after a respectful moment.

Karloff’s chamber was bigger than it looked like it would be from the doorway. Nox wasn’t sure what the space had originally been – some kind of maintenance room? – but it was now dark, and warm, and smelled less of rats than might be expected given the constant rodent tide. Shelves lined the walls, full of books and occasional pieces of recycled pet furniture. One floor-ceiling tower was filled entirely with old radios, police scanners, walkie talkies and the like.

The old man himself lay where he usually did, propped up in a nest of pillows and blankets in a box-like bed in the centre of the room. He presented an impossibly gaunt figure: papery-brown skin layered like peeling paint across sharp bones, with eyes so thickly clouded they sat like grey-milk marbles in unclosing sockets. His face looked scorched, blackened at the edges of the old dry wounds that had taken his nose, torn away most of his lips, and presumably shattered the broken fangs that jutted from his mouth. There was – as usual – a huge white rat lazing across his chest, nearly the size of a terrier and wearing a dark silken ribbon, and its sharp crimson eyes fixed on Nox as she entered.

She bowed her head, and tried not to leave bloody footprints on the rug.

“I need a temporary Invitation,” she said. It was blunt, but there was no point in dancing around it. He’d already know anyway. As she spoke, the huge rat sat up. It’s pale paws were clasped in front of it, folded in a strangely human-like gesture, but Karloff himself turned his head only slightly.

“’Belton,” he said softly, in the throat-based hush of his voice, and Nox nodded. Her fingers twitched into fists, and she felt the sticky remnants of gore slide between them.

“I… I’m running out of options, and she – ” the words were sticker than her fingers, getting caught on her lips “ – she’s real bad.”

The rat cocked its head and Karloff drew a slow breath.

“You will not do it?” he asked. Nox’ throat tightened.

“If I gotta. But I want him to see her, cos I – I could do this, but I ain’t got a snowball’s chance of doing anything about it.”

Karloff’s head turned further, and the clouded eyes passed over her with an intensity that Nox could feel, as if they skipped sight entirely and went right into her heart instead. There was another stretched moment of silence, then the pressure dropped and the rat turned away, curling itself neatly under its master’s chin.

“It is done,” Karloff said. The long fingers on one hand twitched slightly, and the faintest hint of a frown dug into his face. “...take care with the old death. You have seen little of him.”

“Yeah, I know. Thank you,” Nox added before she headed out again; first to check that the cocktail of drugs had at least calmed the kid’s screams, then back into the upper house. A few rats followed her as she slid into the squeaking, busy dimness of the runs to use the sink that still stood in one corner, using brownish water to at least scrub some of the stains from her hands. Then she set to wait, pacing with nervous energy.

No one joined her. By now, everybody would know what was happening, and no one wanted to be around when he came calling.

The problem – okay, so one of the problems, in a dreadful, tangled ball of ever-more layered problems – was that it was very, very difficult to kill a fledgeling in any way that could be considered humane. A body already in the process of tearing itself apart was resistant to most damage for the same reasons that you couldn’t punch a fog. Getting any kind of drug to land in an even-partly vampiric system was difficult enough at the best of times, and this…

Well, there was sunlight, but everything about Nox’s very being baulked at the idea of using that method. She knew with personal, hellish intimacy that the agony from that would get through even a Change. Torturing someone to death with one of the few things worse than what they were going through was really not the point.

Plus, there was a tiny, tiny part of her mind that hoped she was wrong. She’d only been dealing with this stuff for a handful of years, and while rumours varied widely about how old Belton actually was, he’d seen a lot of shit. Maybe she’d missed something. Just maybe…

It seemed to take an eternity before the roar of an engine outside broke through Nox’ whirling thoughts. She hurried to the door, took a careful breath, and peered out through the little viewing slot. Not that anyone else would have been able to ride a motorcycle up to the Homestead without the permission of Karloff’s Invitation, but it never hurt to keep caution.

A huge bike was settled just beside the front steps. It was black, but in the way a magpie’s wings were black, with oil-slick iridescence hinting around the edges. The rider – dressed to match, in that seamless continuity of clothing that Nox had started to think of as ‘vampire sunscreen’ – had already dismounted and was stood beside his bike, the raven-sheen of his helmet turned towards the door. There was no visible gaze to meet, but the weight of his attention was like ice down her spine, and she opened the door as deliberately as she could.

“She’s downstairs,” she said, as the figure came up the steps. The sun was already going down, barely spilling dying light over the surrounding wall of buildings, and the porch shadow was very deep there. It only got deeper as the big man stepped into it – and then paused, right on the edge of the frame.

“May I enter?” His voice was never as heavy as she expected, with a melodic edge that absolutely did not match what she knew lay under that helmet. Nox rolled her eyes.

“I texted you, and you’re here, right?”

He was always so… old fashioned about this. It wasn’t like it was a general requirement. Nox stepped back, gesturing inwards.

“Come in already,” she added. The man might have been big – although ‘fucking enormous’ would be a better description, needing to visibly turn and duck to get through the doorframe – but he moved deceptively fast, and was well inside the hallway, starting to remove his helmet before she had had time to shut the door. She turned to look, not even pretending not to stare as he unclipped all the security bits and lifted it smoothly free. The dramatic effect was only slightly spoiled by the oddly-bulging balaclava he had on underneath – but Nox supposed that if her ears could meet at the back, she’d want to keep them restrained inside a helmet too.

Belton looked… well, he looked like Belton. There just plain wasn’t anyone else like that. The best description she had ever been able to come up with was that he looked like someone had tried very hard to make a bat in the character creation screen of a pro-wrestling computer game. It was as if the underlying architecture that should have made a human skull had been stretched and tweaked and twisted into something approaching Chiroptera from the other side.

It probably said something worrying about her own psyche that – somewhere in the mess of emotions that Belton inspired – a part of her really, really wanted to see an xray of his head.

No time for this.

“C’mon,” she nodded him to follow her back down the Homestead’s passageways. The rats watched them from every surface; their skittering highways unusually still as the majority of glinting little eyes were fixed on the visitor. They were the only visible watchers, and Nox tried not to notice how empty every space they passed through was. It added another level of eeriness, with the just-abandoned debris of life seeming like some extremely localised Rapture. Even Nox’ rapid explanation of the situation fell muted around them; for his part, Belton just listened and nodded every now and then. He didn’t look around.

How familiar was he, with this place? He’d come a few times since she’d been here – and of course, that first time meant he’d sure known where it was. Nox’ gaze slid sideways. Belton had removed his gloves by now, and the hands revealed couldn’t even remotely be thought of as human; the fingers were too long, bone and tendons standing stark beneath mottled grey skin; capped by black claws that curled from the nailbeds, polished to an obsidian gleam.

How many times had those hands run across the outer walls of the Homestead; at Karloff’s limits; searching for a way in? How many times had those claws torn into sagging flesh, or crushed furry watchers into broken blindness?

How many times had he come before he had brought her here; a crispy mess of fledgeling coated in sand and gravel and gore, spat out by the desert and into hands that immortals feared…?

The plastic curtain seemed to rise up like an exclamation, a cold shot of right now breaking her thoughts, and Nox came to a sharp halt. There was still sound from inside: a bubbling, slurred collage of moans that had made it past the drugs, and her hand froze halfway to the curtain. The swell of renewed, visceral revulsion felt like she’d choke on her own fucking hypocrisy, and she couldn’t suppress a slight hiss.

“It’s – ” she started, through gritted teeth, but cut out as Belton gently touched her shoulder.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Nox’ fingers twitched, then she turned away, moving until she could lean heavily against the nearest concrete pillar and rested her forehead against the pitted surface. The groan might as well have been coming out of the air. It pressed down around her and her skin crawled.

She hated this, and she hated that she hated it like this. Some depraved motherfucker had dragged a fucking child into very literal hell and she’d tried, she’d tried with every stupid, macguivered bullshit tool she’d put together out of garbage; she’d tried everything and it was never going to have meant a damn thing and all she could focus on, really really focus on right now was how fundamentally disgusting that fucking sound was –

And then it stopped.

Nox physically sagged against the pillar, relief and nausea chasing each other through a stomach that was dropping into her boots. There was only one reason for the sudden silence, and she let her eyes slide closed, muttering the same half-wordless prayer she’d always used when a case went bad, or a patient flatlined in the ambulance. Whatever that meant now, she’d never been sure, but it still sort of fit.

She’d known. She’d known when she picked up that damn phone.

But fuck me if hope isn’t a bitch.

It wasn’t long before there was the faint brush of plastic again and Nox opened her eyes to see Belton smoothing the curtain back behind him, covering the sudden stillness. There was a long moment of silence before he turned to her. His eyes were the most human-looking part of his face, and the grey gaze sought hers.

“I’ll be on my way, then.”

Nox nodded numbly. They went out the way they came; still alone, still watched at every step by a hundred rodent stares. Back up, back to the door and out into the thickening dusk of the evening – and it wasn’t until the porch steps were creaking under his boots that Nox’s nerve rose again.

“Hey – Belton?” she managed, and the big figure paused. He looked back at her and one curled brow raised, moving an ear with it. Nox pulled the Homestead door shut behind her as she sought the right words. “This… ain’t your job, right?”

“I don’t have a real tight specification,” he replied, then shrugged. “But broadly? No. To be honest with you, my boss couldn’t give a rat’s twat what happens with the Nosferatu.”

“So why’d you come?” Those words came fast, but Nox didn’t try to stop them. Belton paused again, then hung his helmet and balaclava over the big bike’s handlebars. He sat down on the steps, hunching a little in that strange shape his back took when he wasn’t standing, and Nox slid down beside him at the unspoken invitation.

Belton shook his head, what might have been a wry smile tugging at the edges of his too-wide lips. Glints of needle teeth flashed in the dusk.

“It’s a question of perspective, see,” he said quietly. “For someone like you? This’ll ruin your whole year. Getting all Lady Macbeth with the inevitable. But for me?” He held up a hand and slowly flexed the clawed fingers. Once; twice; and Nox couldn’t draw her gaze away from the mottled skin as it shifted over his bones. Belton sighed. It was an old sound, so old that any hint of what it might contain had worn away like stone under rain.

“What’s one drop in an ocean? Don’t get me wrong – ” he added, with the edge of smile falling away again “ – I’ll feel bad about it; but I’m not losing myself any sleep.”

She should have been angry. She wanted to be angry, at the casual way this bat-faced bastard just said it; as the so-recent feel of the kid’s crumbling flesh slammed against her thoughts and ghosted under her fingers, and bile she wasn’t even sure she had anymore swirled at the back of her throat. She should be angry.

“...thank you.”

“No need for that,” he replied – but Nox shook her head.

“Nah; there is. Things need saying.” She fidgeted with the hem of her pants for a silent moment, before continuing. “Don’t believe you actually sleep, though.”

This time there was no mistaking that Belton grinned; and the resulting expression was exactly as unpleasant as it sounded.

“No? Not even if I say I’ve got little bats on my pyjamas?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Now that there’s uncalled for.”

Nox grinned, and even as she did she could almost hear Karloff’s voice in her head. Be wary of the old death.

And yet…

There was another long silence, although this one felt less tense.

…fuck it. When am I gonna get this chance again?

“They found her in the desert,” she said carefully, scuffing dust across the steps with one toe as she spoke; an idle motion to distract herself from the nerves inside. Belton nodded.

“Aye. Letting lady sun do the dirty work. It’s an almost foolproof method, really.”

Nox looked down at her own hands; where the patchwork of thickened tissue traced patterns like dry riverbeds over her pallid brown skin. The sun burned bits went blistered red, then dark and crackly, then sickly pale when that peeled; slowly edging back to her default. It sure as hell wasn’t pleasant; but it wasn’t the chemical-melting collapse of flesh that she’d seen on others.

“So, that make me a fool or an outlier?”

“I said almost.” Belton leaned back a little, looking up into the dark expanse of sky. “Always going to take a risk when you don’t stay to watch. Although I’ll admit it takes some big balls to stick around for that sort of disposal. What with the deeply ingrained phytophobia of your classic vampire, and everything.”

Nox raised her most intact eyebrow.

“This is more about your junk than I want to know.”

Belton laughed. Really laughed; the kind of melodic tone that bordered on a snatch of song and that was so very out of place coming from within that face.

“Oh, I’m not claiming that kind of testicular fortitude. Sunlight scares the piss out of me as much as it ever did. Don’t think it’s the kind of thing you can get over. Built-in, you know?”

“You ride about in the day,” Nox pointed out, and Belton waved a hand back towards his helmet.

“I’ve got some really bespoke protective gear, see. Amazing what’s been done with polymers in the last thirty years.”

Nox blinked.

“…you’ve got bike pleathers?”

“Technically I’ve got an integrated neo-polymer baselayer,” Belton stopped and his nose crinkled – which was quite an extensive expression. “…ah fuck, that sounds like I’ve got plastic pants, doesn’t it? Keep that one to yourself, will you?”

“Sure.” Nox’s shoulders sagged again as reality dropped back suddenly. She decided to just go for blunt. “With… the kid. Someone did that, and before that they – ” her words choked again, at the thought of where some of those peri-sire wounds had been.

“I know.” The amusement had gone from Belton’s voice as he stood up, heading back to his bike rather abruptly. The engine roared into life as he swung himself astride it, folding his ears into their cover, and Nox had to shout to be heard above the rumble.

“Do they… just get away with this?”

“There’s plenty that think they should,” he replied calmly; oddly easy to hear over the din, as he slid the helmet into place. “It was like that for a long time.”

Nox’s lips drew back, almost of their own accord, working to some defiant instinct she only had partial control over.

“And you?”

“Me? I’m a monster on a chain that I put there.” Belton looked up, and just before the visor snapped closed, there was a flicker of crimson in his eyes.

“But I’ll see what I can do.”

#Entofic #Vampire Nonsense #urban fantasy #The Vegas Masqerade #Nosferatu grocery shopping #terrible daywalkers #this WWE-manbat-looking mofo #I'm not warning for 'blood' on a vampire setting #help the plot keeps happening

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fandom-oracle · 4 years ago

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to die upon a kiss

title: to die upon a kiss fandom: heroes of olympus, percy jackson and the olympians. characters: jason grace, octavian, dakota, gwendolyn, bobby, several backrgound characters from camp jupiter, one mention of reyna. relationships: jason/octavian tws: potential gore, somewhat graphic depictions of death and injuries (posting this because @petiri thought it was good and who am I to disobey the roman prequel overlords)

He closed his eyes, hands instinctively moving to cover his forehead in a strange amalgam of shame, frustration, and fear. He closed the map that laid on the unadorned wooden table he’d just been resting his arms on, mustering up the courage to face the circle of nine other people in front of him.

Ida stared back at him, calm as she always was. Jason could recall the centurion of the Second Cohort since he was a child. She was some five years older than him, member of one of New Rome’s older clans. A descendant of Luna, even. All he could think of was the taste of the blueberry ice cream they always went for after the training sessions she’d put him on since he was ten, a memory somehow more intense than all the times he’d been made to cough up blood. Larry, her fellow centurion, put his hand on her shoulder, but Jason suspected it was more for his own sake than hers.

Hank and Marcus were older than the rest of them, in their mid-twenties, and Jason vaguely remembered that Hank was planning on running for senator next year. Their presence gave the younger centurions little comfort, they’d always been rather distant, acting as if their eyes were covered by fog, and it frustrated him to look up at them and realize truly how little they saw. Looking at Leila’s confident smile gave Jason some warmth, but he knew all too well she was faking it; like she did when they’d worked together in his first war games and they just knew the fourth and fifth were going to lose.

Dakota should’ve been there too, though everyone knew he was off getting drunk with the cadets, and Jason couldn’t fault him for that. Instead, Michael Kahale’s handsome face looked back at him from the far corner of the room, but Jason only had eyes for the boy to the left of him.

Looking at Octavian like that made Jason’s breath hitch for a second, and he’d fought his hardest not to scream out of his lungs for him to go away. The idea of a single cut on his skin, painting the pale marble red, felt like a punch to Jason’s guts. He didn’t say anything, though. Octavian wouldn’t appreciate that, and Jason understood why. They were members of the Twelfth Legion, and were well aware that death was a possibility when they’d made that choice.

Was it really fair? A part of Jason would ask. They were innocent little kids playing dress up last year. They weren’t soldiers, they couldn’t have known it would turn out like this.

He stifled these thoughts. Fairness was irrelevant.

-----

He’d be lying to himself if he said his decision to have Octavian’s troops complement his column wasn’t a little self serving, but looking at him as he bled on the otherwise beautiful garden of the Hesperides, he had never been less remorseful.

Octavian had left the formation with a number of members of the First Cohort to take out a the skirmishers at strategic spots in the pathway to the top of Mount Othrys, in order to minimize the number of infantry deaths and especially to avoid compromising Michael Kahale’s and Marcus’ testudo shield formations making their way to the Titans’ throne room. The main infantry column caught up to them and Jason, leading it, came across the bleeding bodies of Octavian and three others of his men.

“Gwen!” He shouted, and she left the formation to attend to him. “Take over my spot, I’ve got to take care of something. Just remember to steer clear of Ladon and the Tree.”

“Okay, Grace!” She assented, running to the front of the column and leading it, which left Jason free to concern himself with the wounded.

“Get out of here, Jason.” Octavian’s voice was quiet, and he’d been wounded in the outer thigh. “You have more important things to worry about than the four of us.”

Jason ignored him, wrapping a severed piece of his sleeve onto the wound. He wasn’t particularly good at first aid, but thankfully the bleeding wasn’t too hard to tend to.

“Can you walk?” He looked into Octavian’s dark eyes, trying his hardest to ignore the look of murder he was being given. He then looked toward the other three wounded legionnaires. Marilyn, Carl, and Julius, he recalled.

“Octavian’s right.” Marilyn said, wiping blood off of her hands on the black walls of the nightmarish fortress. “We’ll be fine, we took out all of their ambushers. You’re too important to die here.”

He felt himself get a little flustered, which was wildly inappropriate given the context they were in. Part of him knew she was right; as the son of Jupiter, he might be the only one with the firepower to destroy the Titans’ throne and sever their connection to the mortal realm. It was the job they went here to do. The job Octavian had damn nearly sacrificed his life to ensure he was able to do.

But that didn’t mean he had to feel good about it. Jason hated the thought of being spared or given special treatment due to his… father. Just the thought of the word made him almost wince.

“Plus, Octavian got hit the worst. I can walk, and Marilyn too. Carl took an arrow to his foot and passed out. He’s out of commission but he’s going to live.” Julius, a son of Mars, stated nonchalantly, which did little to alleviate Jason’s guilt. He was bleeding a lot from his side, but it did seem like a superficial cut, and Marilyn’s eye had gotten stabbed, but she’d managed to bandage it herself.

So this is what we’ve turned to? He pondered in guilt. They shouldn’t be here.

“I think it might be for the best.” Jason tried to rationalize his actions, hoping that none of them would notice his true motivations for wanting to stick around. “For some reason, the signal corps haven’t caught wind of any Titans guarding the fortress. Their security has been weirdly lax, and I’m starting to suspect they’re either being worn thin at the flanks or they might have been keeping most of their security at the throne room. Strange strategy, but it would make sense for them to underestimate us. Regardless, I think the infantry’s going to take the brunt of their attack. It might be best for me to sneak in and rejoin the formation at the top.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding, relieved that Julius and Marilyn seemed to accept his excuse and went ahead of him inside the gates of the fortress’ third floor. The truth is, if he was going to die, he might as well die fighting besides Octavian, whose he’d flung across his back carefully.

He was surprised how little he weighed. Octavian was a talented fighter, it’d never have occurred to jason he was so thin.

“Seriously, you asshole.” Octavian huffed, still out of breath. “At least let me walk on my own. You’re going to get both of us killed like this!”

Jason put him down, and the boy seemed to compose himself enough to walk despite his injury. The pair was soon engulfed by the oppressive shadows of the Titans’ lair, the only noise around them being the steps of Julian and Marilyn about three yards ahead of them. The corridor they were in was narrow, though tall, and they could stand beside each other, if a little too close. The exposed skin of Jason’s now sleeveless arm brushing against that of Octavian’s sending an electric sensation across his body, almost dwarfing the dreadful smell of blood, sweak, poisonous fumes and wet stone that surrounded them.

He took Octavian’s hand on his own, and sensed the boy get stiff, though he couldn’t see him.

“Not here.” Octavian said, sounding outwardly annoyed, though Jason knew him well enough to recognize the longing underneath his words. “Not now.”

Jason didn’t argue, and instead, they kept walking, catching up to Marilyn and Julian, who were acting as pickets. Fortunately, all they ran into was a handful of dracaena that were easily taken down, two of which by Octavian himself. As Jason’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he was entranced by how he’d confidently thrust his gladius upon the monster, how the blood stained the clothes he was wearing under his armor and even his blonde hair was covered with little wisps of red that almost looked like a twisted version of a halo.

He didn’t know wether to be horrified or mesmerized.

After about half an hour of small skirmishes that they managed to make out of mostly unscathed, Bobby, one of Jason’s oldest friends, appeared in a corridor, bleeding out from his stomach. He’d been acting as a signal corps, carrying messages across the battlefield.

“Jason!” He shouted with the little strength he had left, then soberly delivered the message that would become his last words. “The front column managed to break through the gates to the throne room. They’re fighting the titan Krios; Kahale’s troops have managed to reach them, but Hank’s are still stuck fighting an offensive phalanx. Commander Gwendolyn is request that all troops rendezvous at the main hall ASAP.”

And with that, he closed his eyes, breathing becoming more ragged by the second.

“Bobby.” Jason commanded with a calm he did not feel. “Stay with us, Bobby!”

“He’s dying.” Octavian said, Julius and Marilyn nodding in return. “There’s nothing you can do, you heard him. Let’s go, we’re almost at the throne room.”

“I’m not letting him die!” He yelled in return, grateful for the dark that still obscured his glistening eyes, though he didn’t bother fighting Octavian’s pragmatism.

“Julius, you take the left, and Marilyn, you go right: warn any leftover troops to drop what they’re doing and try to make it to the throne room. If we can secure a victory there, this whole place will collapse anyway. Go!” Jason grimaced at the ease with which the words came to him.

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“We’re here” Octavian said, though Jason had no idea how he knew that. Was it his gift of prophecy? It didn’t matter. The collapsed floor let through just enough moonlight that Jason could see cracks through Octavian’s emotionless façade. His eyes were tearing up too, and Jason couldn’t stop himself from putting his hands across Octavian’s face.

“We’re going to be okay.” Jason tried to believe in his own words. “We’re going to be alright. And tomorrow, we’ll be back in New Rome, and we’ll be listening to Dakota getting drunk and embellishing the stories of what happened, and, and Reyna grunting whenever anyone tries to ask about her heroics. And... and…”

“Shut up, Jason.” Octavian took him by the collar of the shirt underneath his breastplate, kissing him like there was no tomorrow, and for all they knew there might not be. Jason tried not to look dumbfounded as a result, but he yearned to take refuge in his arms instead of walking to what might be his death.

“I need to go.” Jason said, poorly disguising a mournful tone.

“Are you coming back?” Octavian raised an eyebrow, refusing to betray his true fears. Jason thought it amusing, and for a small second, he flashed a smile, brimming of a confidence he didn’t have that things would be alright.

“For you?” Jason said, entlanging their hands together. “Always.”

#roman prequel time babey #jason grace #octavian heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #jason/octavian

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maliby · 6 years ago

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The Panty Bash (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Story Genre: smut, college!au

Warnings in this chapter: explicit language, choking, spanking, sex

Word count: 5.5K

a/n: this fic was inspired by the movie ‘American Pie Presents: The Naked Mile’. And I also wanna give a huge thank you to my friend @def-initely-soul for giving me the mask idea (I put in a cameo just for you bitch <3).

‘The Panty Bash’ is the biggest college party of the year where anything possible can happen. There’s just one simple rule: you can only wear your panties, nothing else.

Each year one sorority house and one fraternity house would be picked randomly and join forces to make the most memorable ‘Panty Bash’ ever. This year it was up to your sorority, Upsilon Sigma Ni, and Beta Tau Sigma’s fraternity to host and you could say you had never been so excited for something in your life.

‘The Panty Bash’ was the perfect opportunity for every college student to just let go of all inhibitions and stress from exams and have fun. Some people are against it, saying that it’s just an excuse for guys to look at girls tits, but you would argue that the more people try to hide female breasts the more stigma is created around them. If guys can show their tiddies why can’t girls? You just say let it all out.

You could even argue that ‘The Panty Bash’ really should just be ‘The Naked Bash’ and get it over with but you weren’t the one to mess with an old tradition like this one. Plus, it’s good to keep something hidden right? It makes it more interesting, you think.

It was on the precise topic of keeping something hidden that you had a shining light bulb moment while planning for the party.

“You want people to wear masks to bash?” Namjoon, one of the brothers of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity and your very good friend asked.

“Yes joonie, think about it. It would be freaking epic! Like, imagine all the people that want to go to the bash but don’t because they are too shy.”

“I don’t think that a simple mask around their eyes would help with the shyness.” There he was, questioning every little thing there was. You knew he was just trying to analyze everything so that it’s the best option possible for the party, but god sometimes you just wished he’d shut up and take it as it was.

“I don’t remember you being such a buzzkill on the night we met.”

You knew you had poked a nerve and that’s exactly what you meant. You two had met on last years bash, and you had such a strong connection that he fucked you from behind in the middle of the dance floor in front of everybody. Of course everyone was too drunk or too involved in their make-out sessions to even fucking notice but still.

After that you got to know each other better and just naturally decided that you were better off as friends, him quickly becoming one of your best friends.

“Funny, I don’t remember you having such a big mouth when I fucked you from behind. Must have been my hand around your neck.”

“Shut up!” You threw him one of the pillows from the sofa you were sitting on, hitting him right in the face.

“Someone got shy now?” He joked as he threw the pillow back at you. “Try wearing a mask, maybe that will help.”

“You know, this is why I never fucked you again, you’re such a pain in the ass!” This time you got up and bluntly attacked him repeatedly with the pillow.

“What did he do this time Y/N?” You recognized the voice as Jungkook’s, one of Namjoon’s fraternity brothers who was also your friend.

“He opened his mouth, as usual.” Thinking you had attacked him enough you calmly went back to your place on the sofa and put the pillow back in its place.

“Damn bro, you should know better than talk bad to Y/N. Death by pillow doesn’t look good on anyone’s grave.” He sat right next to you, a big smile on his cute little handsome face.

“I know how to handle her.” Namjoon winked at you, making you want to throw the pillow back at him but then deciding that he’d gotten what he deserved already.

“Hey Kookie, what do you think about making people wear masks in this year’s bash?” You just knew that he would agree with you because he’s always very excited with new ideas, and you knew he just wouldn’t refuse this one.

“Oh my god, that’s such a good idea! I love it!” He started jumping up and down on the sofa, his cute little bunny teeth exposed by his big smile.

“See I told you joonie! It’s an amazing idea!”

“But I never said it was a bad idea Y/N. I just said that I don’t think a mask would help with the shyness.” He retorted.

“Wait, that’s what you guys were fighting about?” Kookie asked.

“Nevermind that now, what matters is that this is gonna be amazing. Who doesn’t love a little mystery?” You clapped your hands in excitement.

“With a face like that one can see why you’re so excited to put a mask over it. Maybe you’ll get laid for once.” Namjoon joked once again, making your temper rise once more.

“Kim Namjoon I swear to god I’m gonna chop off that poor excuse for a dick and feed it to your fraternity brothers.” You threw him a menacing look.

“Y/N please don’t do that, we already eat enough garbage food.” Jungkook joked, making you laugh so loud you started coughing.

“Jungkook, is that any way to talk about your brother?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m sorry bro, but I’ll always take the pretty lady’s side.” He winked at you, affecting you more than it should have.

Namjoon was right, you needed to get laid and desperately otherwise, you were afraid you were gonna start humping everything like a wild animal in heat. Even your vibrator you had named Brandon wasn’t enough to keep you satisfied anymore - you needed the real deal and fast.

“Traitor,” Namjoon mumbled.

“So…” you continued wanting to get back to the planning of the bash, “where should we host? I talked to my sorority sisters and they suggested our house.”

“Y/N, no offence but your sorority is kind of small. I think it’s best if we did it here in the fraternity.” Namjoon suggested.

Beta Tau Sigma was one of the biggest fraternities around. They got a lot of money due to this little band they put together which they obviously called ‘BTS’. All the girls on campus were starting to go crazy for them and could practically throw their wallets at them. Needless to say that everything they organized was always jam-packed, so you had no doubt the bash would be a major hit.

“Yeah, plus we have that jacuzzi upstairs, people would wanna come just for that. Who doesn’t want to do it in a jacuzzi?” Jungkook added, a devilish smile on his face.

“If you guys don’t mind, that’s fine by me.”

“Not at all. Now we just need to take care of the rest.” Namjoon said.

“Alright. I say you guys take care of alcohol and music, we’ll take care of special activities and decor.”

“What do you mean special activities?” Jungkook asked.

“Just some games to keep the crowd going.” You smirked, already envisioning everything in your mind.

“Games? We’re not twelve Y/N.” Namjoon said, ever so doubtful of all the ideas.

“Well, good thing these games aren’t appropriate for kids then.” You wiggled your eyebrows up and down as you smirked at your friends.

“Ohhh, what are you thinking of you naughty girl?” Kookie asked, your proposal had piqued his interest.

“I’ll tell you guys later. For now, I have to leave, I have a meeting with my sorority sisters about the party.” You got up from the sofa and kissed both boys on the cheek before you made your way to the front door. “Bye bitches.”

“Bye Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard before you closed the door.

The day of the bash came and everything looked better than you could ever have imagined. You and the girls decorated everything with fairy lights: walls, ceilings, doors, windows, bushes, everything. You even went as far as to write ‘Panty Bash’ in big letters on a wall using just the lights. Namjoon was against the idea at first, because of course he would be, but even he was awestruck once he saw the final result; the lights made everything look more mystical, which would go perfectly with the masked theme you had going on.

You had big bowls filled with condoms in every room with a big luminous arrow pointing at it so it was easy to find. You even had tiny sample sized lube bottles given out at the entry, not only just for sexual purposes but because some people liked to grease up their bodies so they could show them off. Truth is ‘The Panty Bash’ was a party which, due to the circumstances, involved a lot of sex, so you wanted to at least give everyone good conditions to have an amazing night.

You decided you wanted to look the best you’ve ever looked, not just because you were one of the hosts but because you desperately needed to get some and you’d be damned if you couldn’t get a dick inside you tonight.

You went all out in preparation for the event: you went to the gym nonstop for a week, got a wax, put on some fake tan and went out to buy a simple golden mask and some black lace panties with straps that crisscrossed around your hips and hugged your ass cheeks making them stand out.

There were 4 hours left for the bash to start when you started to get ready. You took a nice bubble bath filled with salts and essential oils and then took care of your hair and makeup. The makeup was simple since you were going to wear a mask, so you just did a winged liner and put on some fake lashes; as for your hair you decided that you just wanted to do some loose waves around your face, laziness getting the best of you at this point.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you noticed that something was missing, so you decided to look through your jewellery box and found exactly what your look was missing - a golden body chain. This was it. If you didn’t get laid tonight then you’d give up on boys and marry your vibrator, Brandon.

“Wooow! Ladies hold tight to your boyfriends! Are you planning to give half of the bash a heart attack girl?” Your sorority sister and roommate Maria said as she left the bathroom, she too all ready for the bash.

“Not really, I want the guy to be conscious and willing.” You said as you put on your long coat.

“Wait, wait, wait. What guy? Is there something you’re not telling me you hoe?” She said as she sprayed herself with her Chanel perfume.

“I don’t know, any guy. I’m kind of desperate right now.”

“You know if you’re that desperate you could always go for Namjoon. I can guarantee you he’d be more than willing to help you out.” She said teasingly as she knew very well that sex between you and Namjoon had been just a one-time thing.

“No way in hell. Not that he isn’t good dick, which believe me he so is, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship and I’m sure he feels the same.”

“Well, then maybe he’ll help me out,” she winked at you as she put her tongue out. “Well, are you ready to go? The best bash ever is waiting for us.”

“Let’s go ruin them.”

You two wanted to be one of the first people there, just to make sure that everything was good to go, so naturally, when you arrived at the fraternity the place was almost empty, only the Beta Tau Sigma brothers present.

After making your way inside the house you spotted Namjoon pouring himself a drink, already in his black Calvin Klein trunks and a black mask in his hand ready to be put on.

“Damn joonie, bringing out the old CK huh? Ready to make them bitches drool.” You teased, knowing damn well that you and your friend were two of those bitches.

“Wow, you’re early.”

“Ah well you know, we just wanted to make sure everything was good to go.” Your eyes scanned the room just to make sure that everything was alright.

“Everything was fine, right until I saw you two.” He said with a judging look on his face.

“What do you mean?” Asked Maria, a confused expression all over your faces.

“Well, you two are breaking the only rule of the bash, you are wearing huge ass coats.” He pointed at your offensive pieces of clothing as if he was ready to burn them.

“Ahh that. We just didn’t want to leave them in the hangers. I was wondering if you’ll let us put them in your room?”

“Oh sure, give them to me and go pour yourselves a drink.” And just like that judging Namjoon was gone giving way to happy and kind Namjoon.

You started to unbutton your red coat, but as soon as you started to slide it off your arms and exposing your body you heard Namjoon’s cup hit the floor.

“Shi-” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong joonie?” You smirked; this was exactly the type of reaction you were looking for tonight.

“N-nothing. You just look...wow. Both of you.” He was nervous. You could tell because he always started to scratch his head when he was like this.

“Thank you.” Both you and your roommate answered. “You better get your shit together though, you don’t want to receive your guests with a big wet spot on your CK’s.” You added.

“Shut up. Give me those.” He grabbed both your jackets in an attempt to change the subject. “I’ll go put these in my room, make yourselves at home. There are jello shots in the kitchen.”

“You better beat that meat off before you come back down otherwise you won’t be able to handle the night. Just don’t cum on my coat or you already know what’s on the menu for your frat bros.” You screamed before he could get out of view.

“Fuck you!” He yelled back.

“Sorry, once was enough. I’m not gonna let you touch me again.”

Namjoon sighed in defeat, his middle finger being the last thing you saw before he disappeared with your coats.

“I’m gonna hit the jello shots, wanna join me?” Maria asked nonchalantly, the bickering between you and Namjoon being nothing but a normal day for her.

“Sure, let’s get this party started!”

As the night progressed you feared that this year's bash was gonna be stained in your mind forever. One guy started dancing with you, grinding and shit, but as soon as you two started to make out this girl came out of nowhere and started causing a whole scene and calling him a bastard and a cheater (needless to say you got out of there as soon as possible); then, if that wasn’t enough, this other guy was flirting with you when out of nowhere he threw up right next to your right foot.

After all those tragic events you decided that you definitely weren’t drunk enough to be able to handle this, so you made your way to the kitchen to drown yourself in shots. There weren’t many people in there which was perfect because it allowed you to kind of take a mental break from all the events in peace. It wasn’t until you were in your fourth shot that your luck seemed about ready to change.

“Tell me how a pretty lady like you doesn’t have a guy glued to her at all times? ‘Cause I find that extremely hard to believe.” His voice reached you like sweet honey luring you to his trap, and what a fucking trap; those pink swollen lips alone make your knees week, nevermind those abs and that ribcage ‘nevermind’ tattoo.

“Pretty? You can’t even see my whole face with this mask.” You said as you downed another vodka shot, the burn on your throat matching the burn in your pussy.

“That’s true, but if the face is as beautiful as the package then I’m in fucking trouble.”

Heat. Heat was all you were feeling. Like he was a big ass torch, burning you up until you were nothing but just fucking goo at his feet.

“You’re in trouble? What does that make of me with such a handsome smooth talker like you in front of me?”

“Oh…” he bit his lip and made his way closer to you, his hand clearing the way to your ear by trapping your hair behind it, “you are definitely in trouble.”

“Let that be a warning that I’ll ignore.”

He smirked and you were sure he could be sin in the form of a human being. “Want to go dance?”

Goodbye Brandon.

“Sure.”

He grabbed you by your hand and led you to the middle of the big mass of sweaty bodies grinding against each other, really just waiting for an opportunity to fuck each other's brains out.

One thing you had to give props to the frat guys: the music was fucking awesome. It was like it had a pull on every single person at the bash - it certainly had a pull on you and your hot masked pair. In no time your bodies were glued together, his right behind yours providing you with all the delicious friction you were searching for.

His hands travelled all over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His sweet lips sucked on your neck making you wish he was sucking something else entirely. He was starting to get excited, you could feel him poking you at your ass; his hands becoming more and more daring, caressing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” The masked hunk said to you, his voice trembling with excitement.

You didn’t even answer him, you turned around and started kissing his juicy lips. His naughty hands started wondering once again only to find their place at your butt; the way he was touching you like you were his and nobody else’s made you moan into the kiss and slip your tongue inside his mouth.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He asked after a few minutes of your wild makeout session.

“Yes please.”

He grabbed your hand to guide you to the staircase, but you weren’t even halfway through the crowd when you were intercepted by your friend Maria. “Y/N! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! The game is about to start, we need you.”

“Fuck.” You were so horny that you totally forgot you had to conduct the game you had prepared. “Hey, can you wait just 5 minutes? I have to conduct this game, it’ll be quick I promise.” You pleaded to your hookup, hoping he would stay and wait for you.

“Sure, I can wait a few more minutes.”

“Thanks.” You kissed him once more as a thank you but it didn’t take long for you to slip back into that sex trance you were in just moments before.

“Ahem, I’m really sorry you horny kids but I really do need her right now.” Maria insisted, and even though you understood her urgency you could almost smack her on the head for delaying your sweet deserved orgasms.

“Of course, I’m sorry. Let’s go.” You and the masked hottie followed Maria to the middle of the kitchen where the big kitchen table was all ready with everything necessary for the game.

The rules to participate were simple, you needed two people: a guy and another guy or girl (depending on your sexual preference); first, one guy would need to be laying on the table and the other player would have to get him hard, then the second player needed to drink a shot to gain a sort of coloured hoop that would then be placed on the first player’s dick. There are 5 hoops and they become smaller and smaller each time so that at the end you end up with a dick pyramid; the team that finishes first wins a key to the special room you prepared with the jacuzzi.

You were so proud of this idea when you first presented it to Namjoon, but now you wish you had never come up with it. You could be on your way to having great sex but instead, you had to conduct a game so some random ass couple could gain the opportunity to hook up in a fucking jacuzzi - lucky bastards.

“So who are the contestants?” You asked your friend Maria.

“It’s Jungkook and a chick named Patricia, Hoseok and Yoongi, and me and Namjoon.” You were shocked at the information your roomie just gave you. You knew they found each other cute, but it was all so casual that you never thought they’d actually hookup.

“Hold up. You and Namjoon you hoe?! Oh my god!” You hugged her, feeling genuinely happy for her.

“Yes! He came to save me from a drunk guy and we just started talking and dancing and you know...he was the one who suggested we play the game actually.”

“Joonie, that fucking show off.” You joked off, still in shock with the events of the night. That’s the bash for ya. “Okay let’s do this, I have a hot guy waiting for me.”

The game wasn’t over in 5 minutes like you had promised your masked hunk (turns out it’s hard for some people to get hard with so many people watching), but after a very tight race your friend Maria pulled through and finished the dick pyramid first. You announced the winners and handed them the key, quickly making your way to Mr. sex on two legs.

“I’m so sorry, I thought it would take less time than what it actually took.” You kissed him once more, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

“No, it’s okay. You had your own duties.” He smiled at you and you could almost feel your legs giving out. How could someone be so fucking perfect? And most importantly, where the fuck has he been hiding?

“Ah yes, the very important duty of giving other people the key to a room with a jacuzzi they can fuck in.”

“I do wish you could have stolen that key away so I can make you scream in that jacuzzi, but I guess the old fashioned bed is alright too.” You couldn’t take this anymore, either you’d have him in the next couple of minutes or you were going to fucking explode.

“Fuck. Just...wait here. I’ll see what I can do.” You weren’t thinking straight anymore, it was like he was hypnotizing you. He had put that idea in your head and now all you wanted to do was to fuck his brains out in that jacuzzi, so you made your way to your friend Maria and just hoped for the best.

“Maria, don’t hate me but can I please have that key? Mr. sex on legs is talking about making me scream on that jacuzzi and I just...fuck. I need that key, pretty please?” You batted your eyelashes at her wishing that she would give in.

“What? Are you crazy? Girl, I love you but there’s no way I’m giving you this key. That jacuzzi is mine, I won it fair and square!”

“Okay, I didn’t want to have to do this but remember your birthday party last year?”

“Fuck.” Realization appeared all over her face as she remembered the events of her last birthday.

“That’s right, you had me go take your drunk ass brother home when I was hitting it off with Jaehyun.”

“It wasn’t that bad.” She defended.

“It wasn’t that bad?! Maria, your brother went to piss in the bushes and actually turned around and pissed all over me.”

“Fine! You win! Here’s the key. Go have amazing sex.” She handed the key to you with a bumped out expression, crossing her arms like a little kid.

“Thank you, I love you.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek to make her feel better and quickly made your way back to your fling.

You and the guy practically ran to the room, making a quick stop by a condom bowl to grab some. As soon as you entered the room you wasted no time, you started making out once more, this time even harder than before. In no time the only piece of clothing on your bodies was sliding down both your legs freeing both your very needy genitals.

You went to remove your mask but he grabbed your arm to stop you. “No, keep it on. The mystery makes this even hotter.”

He was a kinky one, you could tell - you were in for a good time.

“Let’s make use of the price we stole then.” You said, wanting nothing more than just have him in there.

He grabbed your hand and led you to the jacuzzi almost like a pied piper. You were the first one to enter, the warm water feeling almost cold in comparison to your burning skin. When he entered the water and sat right next to you though, a nervous feeling spread all over your body.

“I must confess something,” he was trying to ease your sudden nerves by talking, and you were glad for that, “I’ve been observing you all night.”

“Really?” How could a guy like him been watching you all night and you didn’t even notice? Why did you have to be so freaking clueless all the time?

“Yes. Once I saw you I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I made my way to come and talk to you but you were always busy.” He mentioned in reference to the various failed attempts at getting laid you had tonight, but now that you looked back you’re so fucking glad they were all a bust.

“You could have come and talked to me. That would have saved me having to watch that guy puke at my feet.” You joked, your nerves dissipating a bit.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” His laugh was like a ray of sunshine, and it just made you wonder why the fuck was he so fucking perfect? Maybe he’s a serial killer, you though; there’s got to be something wrong with him.

“But hey, if I had come and talked to you sooner I wouldn’t have you all to myself in this jacuzzi,” he was dangerously close, his lips ready to attack, “and there’s so fucking much I want to do to you in here.”

Suddenly the mood was hot again, and the expectation in you was growing at a rapid pace. “Then do it.”

Your voice was like a command for him to shoot, and oh boy did he shoot you down; his lips were devouring you alive like he was a starved man, his hands were grabbing your thigh and pulling you to straddle him. The way your cunt was pressing down on his hard cock was making you feel so good that you could cum on the spot; it had been so long since you had experienced the real thing that you had almost forgotten how good this felt.

“Get on your knees here.” He looked to the spot right next to him where you were sitting previously showing you exactly where he wanted you to place yourself.

His tone was needy and demanding, and needless to say you quickly obeyed like a well-trained bitch. He got behind you and placed his hands on your hips, guiding your body so that the water jet would hit your clit just right. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“That’s right baby, let me hear your sweet voice.”

He quickly reached to a table near the jacuzzi where you had left condoms and lube for the winners of the game and squirted some lube to his fingers. He then started sucking on your neck while the hand that was lubricated travelled south and started playing with your pussy lips before his finger penetrated your tiny hole.

“Oh shit baby, yeah just like that.” The pressure of the water combined with his skilful fingers were making you reach your limit faster than ever before, but you didn’t give a fuck.

“Cum all over my fingers baby.” He didn’t even have to say it, almost as soon as he finished his sentence you were already cumming, his free hand securing you tight to his body.

“Hmm daddy...yes.” You screamed, not even realizing the words you were letting spill out of your mouth.

“Daddy huh?” He waited for you to regain all forms of consciousness before he talked, he wanted to be damn sure you knew exactly what you had called him.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” You couldn’t finish your sentence for his hand was quickly wrapped around your neck, restraining your speech.

“Don’t you dare say you didn’t mean it baby. I’m your daddy and all of your orgasms belong to me, understand? This pussy…” his fingers started toying with your clit, making you flinch due to overstimulation, “...belongs to me.”

It looked like you had just triggered his dark side, but you didn’t care. You’d take it all if he was willing to give it to you, you just really wanted him at this point. Could your lack of real sexual activity have turned you insane? How could it be that you wanted him so fucking much even though you didn’t even know his name? Was he that powerful or were you just that weak? You didn’t know and you didn’t care in all honesty, all you knew was that at this point if he wanted it, he’d get it. “Yes daddy.”

“Bend over.” He gave another command which you, once again, obeyed with no questions asked.

Anticipation was building as he put the condom on and squirted some more lube on his hand so he could spread it all over his dick. He fully grabbed your ass so he could position himself and slowly entered you until he was completely buried inside you. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

You couldn’t even say anything, all you could do was moan in response. His dick filled you so good that you could cum just like that, no single movement required. But once he started moving your whole body was shook, your eyes seeing stars.

“What a fucking view you’re giving me, look at that fucking ass.” Spank. “So fucking juicy.” Spank. “Makes me want to see what it looks like all rosy and nice just for me.” Spank. Spank. Spank.

“Oh yes daddy.” Nobody had spanked you before in your life, but he’d just made you realize that it was something that turned you on, a lot. He was making you uncover all these hidden fantasies you didn’t even know you had and for that alone, he was already the best sex you ever had in your life.

He was pounding into you right now, water splashing everywhere. “Are you going to cum baby?” Spank. “Are you gonna squeeze that cunt real tight for daddy?” Spank.

“Oh fuck yes.” You were almost there, you could feel it building inside you, that sweet release.

“Then cum.”

You came for the second time tonight, your pussy clutching really tight around his dick like a snake constricting its prey, only you were his prey. You had been his prey since the very beginning of the night: he watched you from afar like a good predator would, and then seduced you with sweet talk and dangerous moves until he finally pulled out his claws and completely destroyed you. And now he was pulling off the condom and cumming all over your red ass cheeks, marking you as his.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” You said as you sat back down in the jacuzzi, his seed being washed away.

“I agree.” His sweet and radiating smile was back on his face making you almost melt away. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“This is a little embarrassing but, I don’t even know your name.” Suddenly he was nervous, the confident guy from before long gone.

Your shyness returned in full force. It was indeed a little embarrassing that you didn’t even know each other's names, but could you blame yourselves? You were so fucking attracted to each other that you didn’t even want to lose time with something as trivial as that.

“I’m Y/N.” Your eyes locked with his, something new and exciting coming through to both of you. “And you?”

“I’m Jimin.”

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furiousqueenmarmaroth · 6 years ago

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Angel’s Vanity (Part 1)

WARNING: It’s about to get real fluffy!

Jesus tap dancing Christ.

You thanked the angel that was kind enough to fly you up to the Archangel’s study, even though she wasn’t particularly gentle about it.

You had never been in Azrael’s house before, in fact it was news to you that he didn’t just live in a library. But looking around at the rows of ceiling high bookshelves jammed with ancient scrolls and the desks stacked with yellowed pages you realized your initial assumption wasn’t that far off. Even the couch was piled with tomes, so where did he sleep?

He’s like a crazy old cat lady... but with books... A crazy old book lady... Oh, wait. everyone already told me that. Come to think of it, I think he told me that.

A small part of you whispered that the leather bindings on the books must have been people who have overdue fees or something equally as terrifying. Those loose pages were just waiting for a poor sop to think that the angel of death was a nice guy.

“Azzi?” You called, the room of books throwing your voice back at you.

“Oh, [y/n], you’re early.” A disembodied voice came from somewhere deeper inside of the hoarder’s lair. It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it? “Just a moment.”

“I was actually gonna say sorry for being so late.” Time must of just been less important to beings that lived forever. 15 minutes getting ready here, 90 plus hours wasted on a video game because you have a pathological need for completion, what was it really to something that’s been alive for longer than recorded history?

You held the four books closer to your chest, The Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, all in separate books to keep the angel from sitting down and attempting to finish it all in one go. You learned your lesson last time with the complete works of Shakespeare.

Drifting down the path in between the bookshelves, you got a haunted mansion feel, despite the open walls and the excessive amount of light paramount to the architectural aesthetic of the Angels. Like how a forest could still be ominous in the daytime.

As you approached the second row of bookshelves, the angel in question’s head popped out from behind it. Both of you jumped, having not heard the other.

You narrowed your eyes suddenly, watching a clear drop run down his cheek. He didn’t smell sweaty, but he did smell a bit like a dirty pillow. “Ezra,” you started, watching him brighten a little at the human nickname, “why are you... wet?”

You got closer and recoiled in fear once you saw his bare shoulder, “Why are you naked?!”

“Why am-I am not.” His ears turned red as he stepped out to show off his wet wings and fully robed bottom half defensively, “I was taking a bath.”

Thoughts of an angel flapping around in a bird bath like a swallow came to mind, but you didn’t dare to speak your thoughts. You did, however, snort while trying to stifle a giggle.

“Is it funny? Did you not think I bathed?” He was looking a little offended now.

“I-No.” Time to clear this up with some science before he banishes you from libraries forever, “Well, angel wings look more like owl or pigeon wings than any other kind of bird wing, so I assumed, like those birds, you had specialized powder down feathers instead of using preen oil like other birds, so therefore you would do something like a dust bath and try to avoid water emersion.” You replenished your breath and waited to see if this had smoothed over any ruffled feathers, pun fully intended and saved for a later date.

Azrael nodded in acceptance of this answer and outstretched an impressive, damp wing as a visual. “I do have powder downs, but I do need to occasionally emerse myself before a long preen. That way they’re flexible.” In demonstration he softly moved his wings, allowing his impossibly long remiges to gracefully flow like ripples in a pond.

You looked from his wing to his exposed chest. You had never seen an actual angel chest before, nor did you believe you would ever get the chance to again. The first thing you noticed was how much his barrel chest expanded with every long, slow breath. Made sense, his lungs and heart were built for high altitudes and the support of those massive wings.

The second thing you noticed was how thin he actually was. You had expected at least some measure of jiggle or possibly even an Adonis style body that you had always thought an angel would have, but aside from a small amount of lean muscle he was as thin as a Wicked.

And the last, and perhaps most bizarre, thing was hair. Honest to god, though it was white and as thin as an adolescent boy’s, there was chest hair on him.

Seeing you looking, he cleared his throat and waved his hand in the direction he had appeared. He accepted your gifts as you walked past, as awkwardly as you had offered them. There was a room there that you weren’t aware of.

If there’s more books in there I’m leaving.

There were a couple, but they were the ones you had given him, so it was less creepy. It was a nice room, slightly dimmer than the rest of the White City as thin beige curtains had been drawn to give the Archangel his privacy. A large, round bed sat in the middle of the room, decorated with pillows of various shapes and sizes. A bath of similar shape and size sat in the ground like a small pool in an offshoot of a room.

“Tea?” He asked, holding a teapot in his hands, standing at a small table filled with pages and jars.

“Sure.” You continued to explore the bizarre living quarters as he poured, “I’ve never had angel tea before.”

Two lone pieces of artwork hung on his otherwise barren walls, one a small painting of what the White City looked like from the ground, the other a slightly larger painting of a tulip farm in the spring. You recognized them immediately. They were yours, given to Azrael when he had asked for human perspective, just before he started to ask you to come to the White City for visits. You didn’t know he had kept them, yet alone hung them in his bedroom.

A cup of tea was held out, and you took it daintily in both hands by the little plate underneath it. There was no doubt in your mind that the large white and gold cup was the most expensive thing you were ever going to hold in your life. Now you could only stare at it like an idiot, not knowing the proper angelic code for tea sipping.

“Why am I here?” You asked him, trying not to seem rude but pretty sure he didn’t greet all of his friends shirtless.

“Didn’t I tell you?” He obsessively straightened the painting you were staring at, as if your careful scrutiny was tilting it ever so slightly. The heat coming off of him was immense, it felt like he could incubate an egg if he wanted to

Maybe that was the point?

“Um, no.” Suddenly you weren’t too sure, “Did you?”

“I thought I did, I thought that was why you were here.” He tilted it slightly too far to the left.

“No, you just told me to come over and when I asked why you had that dead eyed stare you always get when you’re busy.” You went to fix it but over corrected it slightly too far to the right.

“I see.” Too far to the left.

“Well since I’m here, what did you need?” Too far right.

“I was going to ask for your help preening. I can’t reach the ones on my back.” Too far left again.

“And you want a human to do it?” Just about got it. “Wouldn’t an angel actually know what to do?”

“True as that may be, I must confess that I enjoy your company.” Almost.

“I enjoy your company too.” There. Both of you had tea in one hand and a side of the perfectly straight painting in the other. You shared a moment of victory over the chaos of the universe, and you celebrated with a sip of tea and a companionable silence.

“Come, I’ll show you what must be done,” he finally said, ushering you over to his table of tinctures and tonics for a lesson on how to take care of angel wings.

It wasn’t all that marketable of a skill, but you were always eager to learn something new, and the delicate balance between grooming skin, hair and feathers was a conundrum you often pondered.

#darksiders #azrael #angel grooming #fluff

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wordsablaze · 7 years ago

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Serendipity

When the cat is away, the mice will play. When the Avengers are away, Peter will introduce Loki to Bowser, plan a magical prank, and figure out how to unite the team with the world of Mario. Enjoy!

A/N: I'm sorry, I just really love these two and basically could not function until I wrote this. Plus, I saw the new Infinity War posters and my brain went 'yup, we're going to obsess over marvel again' so that's that...

Peter has prepared himself for many things in life. For example, he's always prepared for a science pop quiz or a new lego challenge or even changing into his Spiderman suit within half a minute. What he's not prepared for, however, is to be assaulted by an unprecedented display of magic that seems to be a dangerous combination of magnificence and malice.

His head jerks up as the hairs on his arms stiffen in warning so he dives behind the counter just in time for debris to fly over his head in what's possibly the worst mockery of rain in the world. The falling glass and plaster more or less remind him of destructive snow, actually. Waiting until the sound of crumbling infrastructure fades, he peeks over the top of the counter and watches as the levitating stranger transforms the windows and doors into solid metal before turning the ceiling into something that looks like it's been plucked out of a Tim Burton film, then picking up the nearest object and turning it into ash without even blinking.

Instead of being worried or anything else remotely sensible along those lines, Peter's eyes widen in awe. "That's so cool!"

Instead of continuing to take advantage of an otherwise empty Avengers' tower, the stranger stills as he hears the compliment, his sceptre resting on the ground as the blue light fades.

"I mean, it's really impressive and it looks so easy! But I bet it's actually pretty difficult, right? Oh, uh, I'm sorry if you were expecting someone else, by the way... I love your crown helmet!"

"Crown helmet?"

"Yeah. I'm sure it has, like, a more sophisticated name but I can't think of one. Crown helmet works pretty well to be honest because it looks royal and ready for battle..." he pauses. "Wait, is why you're here? There's not really anybody here to fight you. Except me, I guess. But I don't think fighting someone with such cool magic is a good idea, even for me... Wait, you can't be here for a battle, can you? FRIDAY wouldn't have let you in if you were so you have to be a friend, right?"

"Who exactly are you?" the owner of the crown helmet asks eventually.

Peter grins and springs to his feet, ignoring his spidey sense entirely and hoping that the other man is indeed a friend. "Peter Parker."

It's only when Peter sees the man smirk with that iconic glint in his eyes that it dawns on him who he's talking to so he curses himself for getting carried away and not noticing before. "Oh my algorithms... You're Loki, aren't you? I've heard so much about you and all the stuff you've done! Actually, maybe I shouldn't have told you my name... Please don't hurt my friends or family!"

Loki doesn't even know how to react and that's a first for him. "I'm not always out to hurt people, you know?"

"Nor is Bowser but people peg him as the bad guy all the time..." Peter nods understandingly, even though he's internally thinking about how he doesn't really understand. Then he realises he does understand because he's in the same position. "And people think Spiderman's a bad guy but he's just, like, trying to help in his own way, you know? It's not his fault if stupid journalists label him as a vigilante and everyone else just goes with it."

"Who?"

"You don't know who Bowser or Spiderman are?" Peter looks so crestfallen that even a God out for vengeance has to take pity on him.

"I haven't exactly spent much time on Midgard?" he offers as an explanation.

Peter's eyes light up in understanding. "Oh, of course, right, okay... I can show you who they are if you like? We have to fight our way to Bowser though... We can even fight Bowser together! Wait, have you heard of video games? You must have, right? They're pretty much universal, aren't they?"

Loki has never so lost in the face of a Midgardian before. "No?"

"In that case, it's practically my duty to explain! Come on, uh- Lord Loki, you don't even know what you've been missing out on!" Not that anyone can ever know exactly what they're missing out on since, if they did, they wouldn't really be missing out, but that's not the point.

Despite having originally arrived to create chaos, Loki finds himself following the excited teenager, trying to convince himself he'd not been persuaded solely by the title he's been given.

He's led into the next room where a rather large television is mounted onto the wall and a small collection of boxes lies beneath it. Peter, only briefly glancing behind him to make sure nothing is on fire, selects one of the boxes and pries it open, removing a circular disc that he then feeds to a bigger black box. He watches as Peter uses one of the oddly-shaped black objects to navigate his way through a menu and selects one of the options that then triggers an opening scene with an odd man who seems to be Italian and Mexican at the same time.

"How does this show me who Bowser is?"

Peter shrugs. "Bowser is the final boss. We have to play our way to him."

"Play?" Loki scoffs, "I do not 'play' anymore."

"Well, I suppose you can watch me play instead if you prefer?"

"Watch...? You expect me to sit here and do nothing while you fight?"

Peter has nothing to say so he shrugs again.

"I will observe as you battle your way to my enlightenment," Loki finally settles on.

"Sounds like a plan," Peter agrees and starts on the first level on single player mode because a certain someone had accidentally deleted his progress in an attempt to reboot the device with lightning but he was only trying to help so he couldn't really be blamed. He flies through the first set of levels but gets stuck when he's all out of spare lives and can't figure out how to kill three mushrooms without sacrificing his progress.

"Jump over the secret bridge thing."

Startled, Peter jumps so high he drops the remote and accidentally releases his hold on a button, turning left in the game and subsequently causing Mario to fall off the cliff.

"No!" he cries, whacking the controller on his head. "Now I have to start over..."

"Next time, use the bridge."

"What bridge?" Peters asks as he restarts the level, then biting his upper lip to concentrate.

"The one that was above your head- wait, stop," Loki says, throwing an arm out as if he can communicate with Mario.

Peter, not wholly surprised this time, stops in a safe place and looks to Loki, a questioning look on his face.

"You see that wall?"

"Yeah?"

"Do the spinning leaf tail move on it."

Peter stifles his laugh and nods, doing as instructed. Immediately, he discovers a secret passage he hadn't seen before. Leaning back, he whistles. "How did you know that was there?"

"Wasn't it obvious?"

"Not really, no..." Peter mumbles.

Loki's smug expression softens just a little. "Perhaps we should take it in turns?"

Peter nods thoughtfully. "We can't both play because we're too far into the single-player mode... but I don't mind watching. Here!" he passes the controller to Loki, who takes it with his free hand.

After a moment of thought, he asks, "Would you like to hold my sceptre?"

Eyes widening, Peter gasps. "Can I?"

Loki smiles and holds it out, almost laughing as Peter tentatively reaches out, freezing as his hands touch it and slowly pulling it closer, practically stroking the chilled gold body.

"It won't break if that's what you're worried about."

Peter grins, euphoria in his eyes, "Thank you, Lord Loki."

"Now, how do I make this little man crawl through the wall?"

"Press the back butto- no, no, not that one, the other back button! Stop!" Peter warns just as Mario bursts into flames.

"That was beautifully violent."

"Maybe, but it means we have to redo the level now so..."

"Again?" Loki groans, handing the controller back to Peter with a dramatic twirl of his wrist.

Peter, to his credit, doesn't complain at all, simply keeping his eyes glued to the screen and getting Mario to squeeze through the wall before handing the controller back to Loki.

"It's this button, by the way..." Peter lets Loki test it out before he resumes the game and so Mario doesn't randomly burst into flames this time.

And thus, the level is completed.

And the next one.

And the next.

And so on.

Until the two of them, after Loki accidentally makes Peter fly in his annoyance of dying - to which Peter had responded by doing a cartwheel and making a note of the experience so he can retell it to Ned later- and various curses of several degrees, finally encounter Bowser.

"We did all that for a spiked turtle?" Loki huffs immediately.

"He's the king of the Koopas! And it's not like I forced you!" Peter argues.

"Oh, shhhhhhhhhhhhh-" Loki groans, "He just killed us."

"Are you serious?" Peter props the sceptre on the sofa, takes the controller from him and deftly retries the level, then progressing a couple more in his excitement. He doesn't fall even once but obviously, Loki has other ideas or he'd just gotten bored because he pokes Peter and causes the teenager's attention to waver, resulting in an exposed, defenceless Mario and an instant, completely boring death.

"Looooooooh-hokiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Peter whines, letting himself flop onto the sofa backwards, his feet draped over the back and his head hanging upside down, just a few centimetres off the ground.

"I'm sorry, little spider."

Peter doesn't think anything of the nickname until he does, at which point he rolls backwards and lands on his knees, breathless and slightly red. "What did you just say?"

Loki grins. "I might not have known who Bowser is but, since the whole invasion ordeal, I've spent enough time with Thor to learn some things from his frequent rambling about the Avengers."

"And?" Peter raises an eyebrow, his heart hoping that he'd been included in those tales but his head telling him Loki had probably seen his mask lying around or something.

"You fall under that title in his books, young spider."

Peter beams, his eyes positivity radiating joy and gratitude. "Thanks, Lord Loki!" he says and, without even thinking about it, he springs to his feet and wraps his arms around Loki, his face pressed to the not-so-surprisingly silky, green material.

"Oh, we're hugging now?" Loki asks, but not unkindly, awkwardly pacing his arms around the excited teen and trying not to let his smile through; it'd been a while since he'd been hugged and, if he was honest - which he rarely is - he'd missed the feeling.

Peter pulls away with a red face and wide eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't even think- I hope you don't mind hugs? Uh..."

"Untangle your anxious webs, young spider, I have nothing against embraces."

Loki smiles and Peter can feel his face heat up in a mixture of bashfulness, relief, and some kind of honour he can't quite decipher.

"You know, I definitely prefer Spiderman over Bowser."

"Really?" Peter's voice is at least two notches too high.

"Webs are so much better than stolen fireballs... His fireballs are not even nearly as impressive as mine anyway."

"Thank you!" Peter grins. "I prefer yours too..."

"May I inform you that the Avengers will be back in no more than three minutes?" FRIDAY alerts them, sounding way more amused than and an AI should ever be able to sound.

Peter hums in acknowledgement then grins and turns to Loki. "I have an idea."

"And I have a sceptre," Loki says, basically already having agreed to whatever Peter can ask.

Which is why, two minutes and forty seconds later, Tony walks in and abruptly stops, causing Steve and Bruce to crash into him and Thor to barrel into them, resulting in four stumbling men and a very exasperated Natasha and Clint.

"What on Earth?" Clint asks as they see Peter standing on the table with Loki's sceptre glowing in his hands.

"That's where you're mistaken, Mister Barton, the world in question is Asgard, not Earth." Peter has to fight with himself to avoid letting his amusement leak into his words. He ends up scowling at the Avengers, internally apologising but outwardly positioning himself to appear as angry as he possibly can.

"Is that Loki's?" Thor asks, frowning.

"It was," Peter corrects, smirking.

Tony narrows his eyes but it's not hard to tell he's just super worried rather than actually irked. "Pete, where did you get that?"

"And why are you on the table?" Steve asks. "Get down, you're going to hurt yourself."

Fleetingly glancing at Loki, who gives him a surreptitious thumbs up, Peter shrugs. "I got bored of waiting and decided to explore my options."

"Explore your options?" Natasha repeats blankly. "Out of everything you could have done, you chose to attack the Avengers with trickster's sceptre?"

Schooling his features into an expression of condescending scorn, Peter nods. "I am, after all, more than worthy of such a weapon."

That happens to be Loki's cue to clear his throat, effectively diverting their attention to where he's sat in the corner, wrapped up in webs. As they turn to him, he grimaces. "I wasn't aware you'd adopted someone worse than myself."

"Loki?" Thor's voice rises an octave as he glances at the same man who'd unleashed the tesseract supposedly defeated by a teenager with a radioactive spider bite and perhaps too much time on his hands.

"Well, obviously, moron. Aren't you going to, I don't know, kill him or something?" Loki asks, gesturing to Peter with his head.

Sharing a quick, confused but decisive look with Clint, Natasha steps forward. "Kid, I think we need to talk."

Peter shakes his head. "I think we need to stop talking and start giving me all the… Actually, we didn't plan this far so I guess we can just stop and leave it at that."

There's a moment where everybody opens their mouths to argue but finds themselves too shocked to say anything before Loki stands and walks towards Peter, brushing the webs away as he does, and Peter jumps off the table, standing in front of Loki so nobody shoots him in their confusion.

"What in the name of shawarma?" Tony exclaims finally, never having walking into something so strange.

"No, you iron idiot, it's called magic and theatrics." Loki smiles and, to everyone's utter bewilderment, ruffles Peter's hair.

"Did you guys finish an entire game of Mario?" Clint asks incredulously, obviously the first to notice the image of Bowser's bones on their television.

"No-"

"Yes-"

Peter and Loki glance at each other, trading glares that hold no malice whatsoever.

"You know what, this isn't even the craziest thing I've seen Peter do." Steve shakes his head and anyone who didn't know better would have cooed at the fondness in his voice.

Loki, sensing the tension in the air, coughs. "I'm no longer here to tear you all apart if that's what you're worried about."

Thor beams at him, moving forward to embrace him and totally forgetting about Peter, who gets trapped in the middle of them. Everyone watches as he protests quietly and manages to stick an arm out of the brothers' affectionate barrier, his head soon following as he dramatically crawls out to the side. Loki's remorseful and slightly irritated apology is muffled by Thor's unwanted but nonetheless comforting, congratulatory hug, which gives the rest of them a reason to laugh, except Tony who's quick to pull Peter away from the two Gods lest he gets squashed or injured in any way.

None of the Avengers can relax completely, which is only to be expected considering their history with Loki, but the anxiety in the room fades to negligible after a little while, the gang either retreating to their respective rooms to freshen up before they return or grabbing a snack and slowly accumulating in the living room, eventually being roped in to a game of Mario Kart by Peter, who's figured out exactly how to tick them all off enough to ensure their exasperation leads to them joining in to prove a point or using their annoyance as an excuse to succumb to their intrinsic desires of playing and winning a competative video time. Ultimately, when they're all squashed onto the sofa or the beanbags, personal space long dismissed, either actively controlling the characters with hilarious expressions of concentration or cheering each other on, their way of playing is a whole new experience and Peter has never felt so at home with them.

All in all, even though Peter wasn't prepared for such an eventful day - not that anyone can ever be prepared to fake a hostage situation with a God - he's more than glad to have been thrown into it. More often than not, he decides, strange parts of life are better encountered with an open mind instead of a meticulous itinerary that leaves no room for spontaneous craziness. He might technically be a superhero but, at the end of the day, he is also a teenager...

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survivor-iceland · 5 years ago

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Ep. 6 - “it’s either yeet or be yeeted” - John

Raffy

I love that my plan went through, but I hope Justin isn't too mad in EoE

John

i made the merge! who woulda thought. but i will say that this next vote is the first time i’m legitimately nervous for a vote. with zoe not having a vote, we need to somehow get 2 people to vote alongside our alliance without exposing the alliance. but this is also assuming this alliance is trustworthy. it’s either yeet or be yeeted.

Raffy

Last night was a big step forward with my new alliance: Mental Gymnastics (John, Timmy, Dylan, Zoe, and I). We had a huge alliance chat where we discussed potential targets/threats as well as people we think we can trust. It seems that John and Zoe want to go after Sierra and Stephen. The former because they find Sierra kind of annoying and a big threat, considering that they talk socially with everyone. John and Zoe want to limit them so that they do not create an opposing alliance against us. They are targeting Stephen because they believe that he is a smart quiet type that will prove me deadly as the game wears on. He's a sleep cell in their mind. Zoe feels like she can pull in Keith, and I feel like I can pull in Ellie which means we would have the votes to take care of anyone during this first merge vote. For the time being, I plan on being wholly loyal to this alliance, but I need to make sure I watch my back. I can't say that I trust Zoe and John going into a F7 or F6 scenario. I feel like they would turn on this alliance as long as it benefits them in the slightest. So, I have to be sure to strike first and strike fast. I also happen to know that Zoe has an idol, but she does not have a vote in this next tribal. Unfortunate. That means we do know both Ellie's and Keith's votes, but I am certain we can get them. I'm praying that all goes well for this alliance right now. I want a smooth first merge vote because I have not had one of those in a while.

Sierra

I made it to the merge! I was so scared that I wouldn't even make it past the first vote or so... but I actually made it to the merge! I can't believe how things have shaken out. I feel very connected to certain people on my tribe -- John and Zoe, particularly. We've been together since the very beginning, and we've said that we have each others' backs. I also have ties to Ellie and to Joseph on the other tribe. If things work out and we are all actually on the same page, that means that I have four people who definitely would like to work with me. With a tribe merging at this size, I only need a few more votes to secure a majority, too! I feel like I could pull in Maynor, Keith, or Stephen, so that's good too. Fingers crossed that everything works out and that I'm safe for another round!

Dylan C

https://youtu.be/-jY0VjLB41M

John

I WAS SO CLOSE ugh i’m mad. especially because we lost to who i wanted out. and now everything is kinda screwed up. but we will push through. TimmyJay really @ing me that I did worse than Ellie. Also like wtf I’m supposed to be a physical player, like I-

Joseph Collins

Almost got immunity. 4th place isn’t 1st. Who knows how strong that melrakki tribe was? We have to find some cracks so we can get one of them out and make the numbers even.

John

i have a lot riding on this vote. this vote effectively will detach myself from tribal lines and will really put me out there as a player in this game. it has to work, or otherwise i’m in hot water. it seems like i have the troops aligned to take a shot at sierra, so we’re gonna pray.

Ellie

Ok so I was talking to Sierra and we were discussing who would be easiest, Timmy’s name came up, Keith’s name came up, we said that it wouldn’t be right to vote Keith out just because of timezone and we also didn’t want Timmy out. So we kept talking, and they told me that John threw out Joseph’s name, ironically right after that John starts talking to me and he’s talking about who he wants to vote out. I obviously don’t give him a name and he goes “that’s not helpful” ok John, I see you. So he starts talking about how he wants a social player out, and I’m expecting him to say Joseph when instead he says Sierra. I’m shook, because Sierra told me that they were close with John, Zoe, and Stephen. So apparently a blindside is among us, I told Raffy, my closest ally that nobody suspects is my closest ally, and he’s like, if they want to eat each other alive then let them. I don’t want Sierra to go from a personal standpoint because they seem amazing, but from a game standpoint it makes sense.

Sierra

Right now, John wants to vote for Joseph. However, I am also in an alliance with Ellie and Joseph... which makes this yet another difficult decision. I was hoping that there would be an easy person to vote out at the merge and that we could move through the first merged tribal without tearing my alliances apart. For now, Ellie wants to find a strategic name to vote for. If it isn’t John, Zoe, Joseph or myself, I think I’ll be okay with it! Personally I don’t think now is the time for big moves, but I’m willing to go for it if there’s no otherwise easy vote.

Raffy

Stephen winning immunity is kind of a bummer because it messes with our plan to vote him out. However, we decided to just move on to our next target on the list: Sierra. They’re social game is a little too strong for my liking, so it’s best to take them out now before anything else. Apparently, though, all the game talk happened last night as John managed to get Maynor and Keith down to vote Sierra. Also, Ellie is telling me all about her talk with Sierra and John. Apparently, Sierra is trying to target Keith or Timmy which is not Gucci. Not only that, but they threw John under the bus by telling Ellie that John said Joseph’s name. Obviously I know where their loyalty lies. So, I managed to convince Ellie to play in the middle for the most part and let John/Sierra duke it out while we watch from the sidelines. In that way, she’ll be more comfortable voting Sierra cause at least it’s not us. John is painting a big red target on himself though. He’s acting very much like a puppet master, but that’s fine by me because that means people will target him and not me. Plus, if I ever do need to betray him, it’d be easier to do if he has a big red target on his back

Joseph Collins

I’m about to rally the troops for a John blindside. Expeditiously. I heard from multiple people that he threw my name out. John Tucker Must Die (2006)

Dylan C

So my personal strategy is just continuing to play dumber than I actually am for now, I suppose.

John

this is the biggest mess. i’ll be surprised if sierra doesn’t find out about this. people can’t keep their mouths shut to save their lives i swear.

Timmy

This plan to get Sierra out is iconic. I'm so happy this is happening. Right now Mental Gymnastics is really running this game, but also I am aware there are very strong players in this alliance...as well as the fact that Maynor isn't in it. Obviously I'm going to be working with Maynor closer than the alliance and I have been telling him everything in there. Zoe and John are too close to each other and it's concerning. I just hope the next few rounds can be simple before I start attacking...but if I need to go on the attack sooner, that's fine by me. And I will do so by collecting those not in Mental Gymnastics and make them realize that they're on the outs.

Joseph Collins

I have to hold off on a blindside rn but I feel like it’s my time to go home. We’ll see though. This is probably the most paranoid I’ve been before a tribal

Keith John

Hello Hello Well I have been busy last few days so I havent been able to catch up to people. but its so amazing how for the first time, thanks to the merge. people actually are msging or replying to me. I guess they need votes or feel like they r on the chopping block. Other than that its been slow Plan is sierra this tribal, As usual I dint get any say. But I cant complain. I wasnt able to keep JACK, He was willing to work with me. but majority felt he should go, then cormac's evac and justin went. so I dont have much traction in this game. So for now gotta stay low and vote with the majority. And maintain my alliance with Zoe and focus of building more relationships Side note. Loved the challenge. It was so much fun. I hope we have more of these. I think I have a shot such challenges.

Zoe <3 luv u jay

okay MOM here's ur confession As a part of the idol hunt I had to form an alliance with at least one member of my tribe and two members of another tribe, which was simple because John and I already wanted to team up with Timmy and Dylan. Before I made the chat, I had been talking to Raffy who said that he was also close with the two of them, and so it seemed natural that we would all band together anyway, and thus Mental Gymnastics was formed. I like the group a lot so far, but it hasn't been one vote yet so whether or not I can trust them is still up in the air. John and I agreed that this group of five, however, could not be the final five, and that ultimately we had to vote off Raffy first and then probably Dylan, even though I like them both a lot. That's the game, I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Because Stephen won immunity (experience has its perks), this vote, Sierra HAS to go. It's clear that Sierra thinks they are using John and I, as well as my relationship with Keith, to get what they want out of the vote. Although what they want out of the vote, I'm not even sure. After John suggested Joseph in "oh, worm?" Sierra immediately went and TOLD Joseph that it was John and I gunning for him (which Raffy told us that Ellie told him that Joseph told her), even though we just both passively said that we were good with voting for him to throw Sierra off the scent. Who does that? That's not even a good Chaos Kass move. THAT'S the wannabe Chaos Kass right there. But I'm pretty positive that Sierra is going to be the one voted out tonight, because both they and Stephen think that Joseph is going, though Stephen knows that Sierra told Joseph he was the vote, so Stephen might even flip to our side with that. Even though I don't have my vote after I lost it during the idol hunt, I think it was the best time for that to happen, because everyone except for a select few know that Sierra is the vote tonight.

After all that happens at tribal tonight, I think some scrambling might have to be done to ensure that Stephen is the next vote. He CAN'T win individual immunity, or else we'll have to make a very hard decision. I knew we should have gotten him out before merge, damn Cormac for getting medivac'd. Stephen would've been out like Ellen Page at the 2014 HRC Las Vegas Time to Thrive conference.

Happy, mom?

Sierra

Zoe and John told me the numbers were together to vote out Joseph. However, when I asked Maynor, Maynor seemed to have not been told. I’m pretty sure the votes are actually on me, since a lot of this seems to be happening behind my back and I’m the last one getting told. I’m voting for Joseph just in case!

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survivormontenegro · 5 years ago

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Episode 13: “I Feel Like It’s Time for a Classic Blindside” - Mitch

okay so mo went home and im sad because he is my SON and I LOVE HIM. On a game level, sepearating Jones/Mo was crucial, but Mo was a goat, and Julia and Mo going back to back is bad news.

It kind of limits my options moving forwards, since I know I can't go to the end with Jones/Mitch, and don't think I can go to the end with Jason. I thought Tom would be a goat for literally self voting twice, but Jones is selling him like some big threat?

Anywho that means F3 has to be Me/Caeleb/Benj, which honestly... is all good in my back, they are my two faves on the tribe, so I'm down to clown with that.

also me clocking that caeleb is matt who won kuwait's boyfriend, i truly am the second coming of nancy drew

okay so morning after last night's tribal. i don't regret any decisions i made, but i am a little concerned about the narrow path I now have to FTC.

I feel like I'm playing a good game, and a game better than those that I have played in the past. However, I'm also not delusional, and I know how big of a threat Jones/Mitch/Jason are at FTC, and while I don't think Tom should be a threat, apparently he is too.

What that means, is I have to angle for a F3 of Me, Caeleb and Benj. I think its do-able, but its going to be tricky.

The best way I see it happening is next vote, siding with Caeleb/Jones to vote off Jason, so that the two 'pairs' are attacked with equal force. Its definitely risky, since it means I'll be very vulnerable, but HOPEFULLY the following round I can swing it back and get Jones out.

That would then leave a F5 (which oh my GOD final five already got to SCREAM), of Me/Mitch/Caeleb/Tom/Benj. I think I would then unfortunately need to take out Mitch at F5, because he is scary scary, and I think would be such a deserving winner. That leaves a F4 of Me, Benj, Caeleb and Tom which I think is probably best case scenario, where I would vote off Tom most likely, leaving the F3 as me, Benj and Caeleb. If its a F2, I go to the end with Benj.

I think its definitely a work-able and do-able plan, its just important to get all the stages right. Thinking about it, it could be worth swapping Jason and Tom on the plan. I think Jason is more of a threat personally, but perception is reality, and if Jones is saying Tom is a threat, I can't be seen walking to the end with him.

So... I'm cautiously optimistic. I think I'm playing a strong game, I still have TWO idols, and am on track to keeping on pushing on.

If I'm voted off at seventh place, the order I would vote for the remaining players at FTC:

Mitch > Jason > Jones > Caeleb > Benj > Tom

I knew that this could happen, and I was trying so hard to keep Mo around. I told Grandma's boys that we should vote Mitch, they said no. And then Benj let me know he was voting Mo, and since Ali and Mitch weren't responding to me anymore, I knew they were going to vote Mo instead. I told Jones to play her idol on Mo but she didn't do that either. Overall, I am sad. Because I let them tell me how I should play that round but I should've been confident in A) my gameplay and what I wanted to do, and B) my understanding of the roles in this game and who I felt was talking to who. If the last vote showed me anything it showed me that:

I have a pretty good understanding of who is running this game (Mitch and Benj)

Jones is playing a really good social game but she isn't ready to make big moves yet, or she doesn't understand which moves we should make.

Jones and I are in this together. We have to by default because I know about her idol, but also with pairs popping up everywhere its safer to have a voting buddy. Plus Jones is cool so like I could be stuck with someone I didn't like and for that I'm lucky.

Lastly, I need to be confident. I have played well, but I've lost momentum. I had it with the Alex vote, and it waned but I had it in the Jules vote. I was exposed and lost it in the Julia vote, and I was completely left out of the picture in the Mo vote. I need to regain this momentum. I know I like always make a fool of myself with my confessionals hehe because I always say I want something to happen but it never ends up happening. That's largely because so many people have their own agendas, dictating the vote is not my style. Being flexible as F*** for sure is. BUT, I will hopefully get my way next tribal. I am planning on using Jones, Me, Ali and Jason to vote Mitch. I am starting to sow the seeds in Jason and Ali, because Mitch has clearly played the best so far. He has ALWAYS voted right, and been the deciding vote for Jules, Alex, and Mo. Yet he also never was cursed. He'll win, and its my mission to vote him next. But don't keep me on my word because HELL knows things are gonna hit the fan anyways.

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also i have to confess this because its funny and i will forget otherwise, but on the call before last tribal, i said tom is too straight for me to be able to work with him long term in my host chat, because he kept saying bro and chick.

LITERALLY, and I mean LITERALLY, 5 seconds later, he shows us this picture and asks us "how fake this chick's boobs are". I am NOT going to be a straight enabler, straight pride can WAIT, this is not gonna keep happening.

With that said, I wanna go F3 with Tom probably KSADF, or no maybe F4. I definitely know Jason, Mitch and Jones need to leave sooner rather than later, and I will then figure it out from there eeeek!

also LOVE MR CAELEB, LOVE him. BUT.

I would've had a 38 POINT WORD, if he didn't snatch that Z from me, he ROBBED me of quizzical, and now he can spell frazzled which ties my current best word. EEEEEK.

okay me making fun of tom for having a sheet when i have the same... love being a crackhead...

also me getting SO pressed about Caeleb winning immunity for 0.5 seconds, before realising I didn't want to vote him out anyway, and that him winning is like... fine.

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I made this this morning:

I hate everyone KSKSKSKSKKS i want to just do something for myself so bad Bc I feel like such a follower and I wanna just die all the time but like ????? The last 12 times I try to plan moves it backfires so I just need like,,, to breathe a bit.idk??? I don’t even know if I want BENJ in the F2 with me like I said,,, anyways,,,

Best F3 scenario: me/Tom/benj

Best F2 scenario: me/literally one of those two men,,,, maybe preferably Tom? Like no offense to Tom but idt anytime on jury likes Tom rn JSJSJSJS but ya time to die and lose in immunity UwU

I WON IMMUNITY AHHH. It means I'm guaranteed a spot in the final six, and assuming I play my idols right, F5 and then F4. I'm potentially... one round from FTC, this is CRAZY.

This round is gonna be interesting, it needs to be one of Jones, Jason or Mitch for sure, I just need to angle it so that its definitely the right one. I am immune, and can use that safety to lead a vote... whatever happens i'm so EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

quasiconvexity carried me through

So the game has been going well! I wanted Mo to go at F9 cuz we just didn’t have as good of connection as I do with others but that got overshadowed by Julia blowing up but we made it happen this round me Mitch and Ali wow the votes actually fell 3-3-2 exactly like we planned.

Literally 4 votes in a row now the exposed people voted wrong LOL. Anyways next up to go is Jason, we have worked together well for a few votes but him and Tom are a duo who have to be broken up now that Mo/Jones are broken. Jason has more chance to win so its got to be him.

Jones covered my vote hehe so it should go as planned we hope but idk itll prob be ruined like stuff usually is. It should be me jones mitch caeleb voting him, tom and Jason will I guess vote jones or someone, ali can vote whoever it doesn’t matter

Me and Ali have realised the Sapphire idol is more of a curse than helpful LOL so hopefully we don’t ever have to use it. We have also decided that we want to go to F4 w Tom and Caeleb, I LOVE Jones and Mitch so much but they are the biggest threats. But I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone teams up against me and Ali and realise we have lowkey been shaping the course of the game since F11 hehe.

This is one of my favourite orgs ever and Ali is one of my favourite allies ever! Ali when u see this thank u for putting up w my being cracked and listening to all my scheming and plans u make this game sm fun so just thank u sm.

Everyone left in the game are also such good people ugh it sucks to have to vote them at some point :// The hosts went off w casting…

So ya moving forward me and Ali’s goal is to make F5 and have one of us win immunity and idol the other w Budva idol and not even use the Sapphire bc apparently if its like a 3-1-1 vote they are all immune which is too scary we cant cirie ourselves out!!

Gosh I sounded so cocky just then huh... I rlly am always looking out and worried about being blindsided aswell eeeek

I PROB WILL BE!

I just have so much hope for benjali duo ;-;

okay so this vote... it needs to be one of Jones, Mitch and Jason. I've heard from Benj that there is a plan to vote Jason, of Mitch/Benj/Jones/Caeleb, here is the problem tho... I'm down with Jason going, but if I hop on to this plan, I'm just an add on and its not a move I can claim at an FTC resume.

So, I have to plan an alternative, and its either gonna be Me/Jason/Tom/Caeleb vote Mitch, or Me/Jason/Tom/Mitch vote Jones. I am leaning towards voting Jones right now, because like... she just told me she has heard nothing for the vote, when I know she is plotting and has sorted a plan to get Jason out. She clearly doesn't trust me, we've voted separately at basically every single tribal and she is a mega threat in the end.

I think I could convince Mitch to vote her, and it also detaches Caeleb, and it means he is stuck with me, which is good, since I'll need him to vote Jason potentially next round. Its tough because I want all three of Mitch/Jason/Jones out asap... hnnngh.

So I have the opportunity to make a game changing move. Im almost certain I know who has the idol and i REALLY want the person out this round. Right now they are breezing by without being targeted a single time and I feel like its time for a classic blindside. The problem is, right now that specific person is not being targeted. The risk of telling the people who are being targeted that they are the target is astronomical but if it works it just might send the person who I want gone out. It's a risky plan that I don't know if it will work or not.

okay so I think I may have already confessed this, but loving having ZERO memory. Okay so Jones is going tonight, she is definitely a major threat, has access to jury votes I couldn't even dream of getting and is SUCH an FTC risk.

I think this vote works, because then... next round we can get Mitch. I can solidify something with Caeleb and Benj, and we can then agree to get Jason at F5, that's... such smooth sailing to FTC. I'm excited.

I love voting with Mitch/Jason for a vote, and then... voting against them in literally the two votes after, loving being a mess.

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voluntarydemise · 8 years ago

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The 100 S3 Hiatus Diary

Once again, let me present to you a chronicle of our fandom’s most glorious hiatus moments. In truest hyperbole fashion we did not scale back after last year’s already impressive BS recordings. Here’s all the drama we managed to fit into the 257 days between the Season 3 finale on May 19, 2016 and the Season 4 premiere on February 1, 2017:

FYI: Entries are mostly focused on the Twitter fandom unless otherwise noted. Also beware, this diary deliberately generalises from the loud few to the many.

Day 2: Emma Caulfield of EW writes a *love letter* bashing Bellamy into a verb and adjective. Half of the fandom cackles, other half is ready to “bellamy” her.

Day 3: Ongoing belittling of Jasper’s PTSD in tandem with outrage from same people that show didn’t depict enough PTSD victims.

Day 6: #GiveBellamyBlakeABoyfriend circulates and is amusingly shared by lovers and haters.

Day 7: Kass Morgan is confronted with fandom members defacing and even burning her books. Because we are classy.

Day 10: Tumblr heats up when Johnny Depp beating Amber Heard gets compared to how Bellamy treats Clarke. Because bisexuality. Oh yes.

Day 11: Devon zings Harry Styles - and popstars in general - for trying to act. Somewhere Shawn Mendes cries a tear.

Day 12: The Fandom-is-Broken article hits. Outrage everywhere, while our fandom is like “yup, sounds about right”.

Day 15: Bob at Phoenix con says Bellamy wouldn’t have sided with Pike had Clarke returned earlier. Somehow he gets hate for that. Still unclear why. Most likely for no reason at all.

Day 16: More Phoenix con: Bob utters word “YET”, causes avalanche. Emma Caulfield tweets her and Bob’s are besties now. Fandom responds in typical forgiving ways.

Day 18: Tumblr has Brollexa gaining traction among BCers, the polyamorous turn it into Clexamy. Not appreciated by the CL fandom. Devon tweet-deletes, shits on cast members for making money off cons instead of donating to charity.

Day 21: Eliza and Bob get nominated for Teenchoice TV Chemistry. Disgust in CL fandom as entertaining as surprise in BC fandom.

Day 23: Fan at Oz Comic Con asks Eliza about Chemistry nomination and gets booed. Bob speaks slloooowwwhhhuuurr to the iddiiiooootttss on twitter. Most likely entirely unrelated.

Day 24: Eliza gets called fake/lost/drunk by BC fandom for voicing opinions about Bellarke. Beware of having opinions about ships.

Day 25: Bob replies to hate tweet. Backfires into him getting criticised for passive aggressively focusing on negativity only.

Day 26: First hiatus hack! Eliza’s instagram. Leads to Alycia unfollowing her. Fandom entertained for a while. Plus the gem of someone comparing Lexa’s death to the Orlando shooting.

Day 28: Alycia cancels Brazil con. In a roundabout way it’s Bob’s fault.

Day 31: On the shipping front Bob & Shampoo compete against Lexa & Bullet. Because why not.

Day 33: Somehow BC fandom hits jackpot by criticising both Adina and Mike on same day. For not being pro-BC enough. Adina! Mike!

Day 35: Layne Morgan attacks Ben Batemen for elevating himself to lgbt+ spokesperson. Fanbase first stunned, then divided.

Day 37: Second hiatus hack! Layne’s phone. Apparently private numbers get leaked, some idiots message Jason’s wife.

Day 41: Third hiatus hack! (@)emiliascara hacks into Marcus Catsaras’ (Alycia’s boyfriend) icloud, finds footage of him cheating. Catsaras deletes his twitter/fb accounts. Because hell has no fury like a riled-up CL fandom.

Day 42: Lindsey jumps in to fight hackers, (@)morleydebnam jokes about hacking Lindsey.

Day 44: Hacker exposed as guy from Toronto (Michael Brand/Bahramian).

Day 46: CL fandom overruns and impressively wins 9 of 11 E!Online polls. Still peeved over other fandoms bonding and voting against them.

Day 48: Jarod speaks up after Alton Sterling shooting. Ends with him getting attacked over *representation* issues.

Day 52: Eliza vs Alycia in Radiotimes quarter finals. Which fosters minor drama.

Day 56: Layne officially disinvited from clexacon.

Day 57: Some panelists boycott clexacon after Layne’s exit. Meanwhile the gullible have a clickbait-freakout over O killing Bellamy.

Day 58: Ben Bateman steps back from clexacon allies panel. (@)riserellamy makes it their mission to get all Arryn-haters blocked by Bob.

Day 59: Eliza talks freely and excessively about Lexa and Clexa at Brazil Con. BC fandom really wishes she wouldn’t.

Day 60: From the fanfic policing front: Author gets such harsh attacks for writing Lexamy they pull the fic.

Day 61: S3 DVD is out! Deleted scenes reheat old rage. While Ricky retweets shade about him not being in the bloopers.

Day 62: #OlicityMafiaExposedClexaParty happens. CL fandom first fandom ever to cheat in a poll.

Day 64: She said “ship”.

Day 65: Whole fandom aflame over the shit/ship debacle. Shit memes everywhere. Aaron doesn’t give a SHIT. Eliza probably avoids her mentions. Tumblr births Bellarke Drags. The best of days.

Day 66: clexasources promotes WB survey asking people to criticise show. Eliza shall be saved by cancellation.

Day 67: ELSchaaf claims Eliza speaks condescendingly of Bellarke because she’s threatened by Bob’s popularity. Fandom appalled. In conjunction CLs figure out ELSchaaf is involved with Unity Days.

Day 68: ELSchaaf on tumblr rampage, invites haters to call her names at con in person. Unity Days reacts swiftly and removes ELSchaaf.

Day 70: Bellarke Shit necklace sparks controversy.

Day 73: Wizard Con: Marie says Clarke has *nappy* hair which Eliza laughs at. Racism outrage in some fandom corners.

Day 75: Jason’s SDCC talk about bi-Clarke getting “with everyone” resurfaces. Not the most well received. clexasources deactivates after Bob+Eliza photo post leads to attacks by followers.

Day 78: Supposed insider troll Jason Blue stirs up rumour drama of Octavia dying.

Day 82: Bellarke fanart repurposed as Braven fanart. Bob-birthday charity criticised for being organised by a BC shipper.

Day 84: Pedowitz stands behind show at TCAs, does neither criticise nor cancel it on the spot, as some had hoped.

Day 103: Fanfic policing, part 2: Bellamy goes down on Clarke in the commander’s throne. People - ignorant of the concept of *fanfiction* - are mad.

Day 106: Eliza posts candid pic with guy-boy-friend. Apparently this makes her a lesser lgbt+ ally.

Day 111: Fanfic’s blowjobgate! Briller&Harper fic on kinkmemes ignites long and nasty Bellarke fanfic community wars. Who gets to and with whom and with how many is not the author’s choice alone.

Day 125: Tumblr aflame over Bellamy hating Aurora Blake, with usual shades of misogyny and racism.

Day 130: HYPE article about ADC at Copenhagen Con calls out fans for slightly inappropriate fan behavior. More inappropriate fan behavior in reaction leads to article edits.

Day 132: Kim retweets Fa Panini’s cute Becho fanart. BC fandom takes that as confirmation of things to come. Mild panic.

Day 135: A clearly mangled and misrepresented SDCC comment about Clarke and love interest in S4 causes freakout. Because fandom will forever step into all clickbait traps willingly.

Day 144: The usual bi-monthly kerfuffle about Clarke being forgotten as bi-rep in article.

Day 145: Layne Morgan sick of TV bi girls ending up with men. Not that stats have discredited this stereotype at all.

Day 155: Supposed insider troll Jason Blue claims insider cancellation knowledge. Insider arguments quickly debunked.

Day 159: Photoshopped Variety tweet circulates, claiming show cancellation. Mo Ryan refutes it.

Day 165: Lindsey stumbles into sexypilgrim drama. Apologises later for wishing people would get involved in causes beyond online outrage.

Day 166: Press day! Drama day! Fandom-uneducated Nadia voices “Luna is stronger than Lexa”. She may forever feel the consequences.

Day 167: Nadia tweets “Fiction”, deletes account. #NadiaDeactivatedParty follows. Eliza and later Arryn claim account is fake. Fandom thinks Eliza would rather lie than defend Nadia and her anti-Lexa statement.

Day 170: Meanwhile in the fanfic warzone: “Bellamy rapes Lexa” gets countered with “Lexa castrates Bellamy”.

Day 190: Bob reaches annual patience-for-twitter threshold, carries out annual twitter deactivation. States he was made to join. Fandom: lol, ok, see you in a bit.

Day 199: Bellarke and Clexa both in same Hottest-Ships-of-the-Year list. But fandom can’t share nice things.

Day 201: Guess who’s back on twitter, guys?

Day 216: BC-shipping jewellery artist called out for making money off Clexa art. Not allowed in the age of receipts.

Day 219: In spirit of Christmas, Aaron issues Lexa apology. Fandom - less spirited - counters it’s 9 months too late, and never enough.

Day 221: Katie affirms in slightly too bitter way that show is more than just Clexa. Bad move, girl.

Day 222: (@)bellamysbriller - whom Katie retweeted the day before - is exposed for catfishing and bullying.

Day 228: More jewellery controversies, as jewellery donations to charities can only come from people who’ve never made controversial statements.

Day 233: clexaspoilers surfaces, claims access to screeners, reveals Clexa parts. Fandom calls it baiting to make them watch, even though account claims now they DON’T have to watch.

Day 238: BC fandom gets high on SHE HAS BELLAMY, and actually manages to trend for once. Stunning friends and foes alike.

Day 241: Unity Days report of Lindsey supposedly saying Bellarke is boring. Lindsey gets attacked and goes on twitter detox. BC fandom to blame.

Day 243: Fourth hiatus hack! Ricky’s phone. Beware of Ricky nudes.

Day 245: Alycia’s management removes The 100 from “known for” section on IMDB. BCers shocked, CLs shrug.

Day 248: BCers think 600 cookies might be helpful for show renewal. Laughs and eyerolls all around.

Day 249: S4 poster arrives. Cast, writers and fans partake in a who’s-who guessing game with silhouettes. Body shaming leads to #titsoutforeliza, someone leaks S4 callsheets and Funko whitewashes Raven and Bellamy. A busy day.

Day 252: CLs set up White House petition to get Jason fired. A single signature last we checked.

Day 257: Final hiatus day: (@)the100leaked pops up to generously leak part of the Season 4 finale script and cause mass hysteria. Tadaaaaa!

And that’s it! See you all next hiatus! Just kidding. I accept more entries, if you can link me to the evidence.

#The 100 #fandom drama #Fandom Diary #we love to drama

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aparoxysm · 8 years ago

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✿ Does anyone in real life know about your RPing hobby and what, if anything, have they said about it?

My parents know, because for as long as I’ve been on the internet, they’ve known that I like to write and write with friends overseas. My dad still calls it fanfiction somtimes to other people, like he’s proud of me or something, and that’s enough to make me want to never talk to him again out of embarrassment, ha, but I deal with it. Because I truly do love writing more than anything. Other than that, my boyfriend knows, but he doesn’t care about it / ask questions and I don’t really like to tell him about it either. I’m not as embarrassed about RP as I used to be, but I still feel like it’s just something for me that other people wouldn’t really understand the mechanics of. The only times my boyfriend and I do acknowledge it is when I start talking about an RP friend he hasn’t heard about before like a real life friend, so he’s like who dat and im like oh, new rp friend from > insert country

That being said, he actually did surprise me the other week and I have been holding onto it for fear life. We were complaining about a friend who literally just sleeps and watches Netflix all day when she’s not working, and he’s like “I don’t get how you can do that” and im like “Well I have friends online who claim to do that a lot. Me, personally, I’d get too bored.” and hes like “I just don’t get how people can do nothing all the time? Like at least with you and your online stuff, that’s still doing something. I just feel like that’s actually a hobby.” and I kind of didn’t hear whatever else it is he said because he actually ??? referred to my RP addiction as something valid and worthy??? and all this time i’ve assumed he didn’t get it and thought it was dumb??? IDK, it made me feel good.

✿ Have you considered writing professionally or do you have plans to?

Always. But I never will, I don’t think.

✿ How do you handle the toxicity sometimes found in the roleplaying community, particularly in fandoms?How has roleplaying, specifically, impacted your life?

I use tumblr savior to blacklist a lot, because it really gets too much for me to be exposed to it a lot, and it makes me feel shitty and not want to rp with certain people because of how they behave, or makes me feel guilty for how I behave… I usually drift away from things that give me major negative vibes, otherwise I become in great, exponential danger of saying something i’ll regret. I’ve hated Tumblr RP a lot in this last year. It’s nowhere near as relaxed as it used to be, and I know there’s a lot of political debate on the topic of equality but I am not comfortable in a space where I have to edit everything I do and say or just not do or say it at all. When it gets like that level, a good dose of the unfollow button and keeping my mouth shut is what I find the most helpful.

✿ How has writing improved your life and do you see yourself sticking with it?

When I graduated high school, I went to college for art and animation, and it basically ruined my creative life. Before RP, I used to be an avid drawer, I sketched every day, I improved my skills and motivation so much, everyone knew me as the girl who drew in class instead of did her work, the girl who was going to grow up and be a famous artist, and when I went to college, it killed that for me. My ego took a big blow because the tech side of the course absolutely annihilated me, i couldn’t do it. so after that (and that was 2 years ago now) i haven’t really drawn since. but the silver lining was that I took on RP more dedicatedly after that, and found that I truly adored writing. Try as I might, I’ve never really comitted to a personal writing project, and it’s only in the recent times that I’ve taken the pressure off for me to do it, but. RP makes me happy, it makes me feel like I’m doing something good when I reply to people or make new friendships, it makes me feel like I’m wanted and needed, that my characters and plots are valid and that other people would care if I’m here or not. It was a big boost for my self confidence, and it’s also made me so much more privy to the creative world, which i needed after that. so yeah, i see myself sticking with writing.

✿ Is there a quote from a piece of literature that holds great value to you? What is it and why is it important to you?

She stood in front of her closet mirror in her T-shirt and twisted this way and that. What’s wrong with me? She wondered. There was nothing the matter that she could see. She was tall and leggy, like her mother, with full breasts, small waist, and slim hips that curved enough to show she was female. Her skin was gently golden; it was always golden, sun or not, and her tawny hair was thick and long and wild. So why was it that groups of girls stopped talking when she approached them at school and answered her openings with tense words that killed the conversations she tried to start? Was she too good-looking? Was that possible? Was that the threat they saw?

Legitimately, this was the first and pretty much only female protagonist I had ever read about who fully and whole-heartedly loved herself where it mattered. Sure, she still had her shortcomings and moments of weakness, but god damn, Vivian was so proud of herself and what she stood for, and that was so refreshing to see during that period of young adult fiction. It’s why she became my first favourite character from a book. And has pretty much inspired me to write feirce, aggressive, self-assured female characters ever since. I was just so inspired by her way of thinking as a young girl, it appealed to me so much and so that moment in the book plus a whole lot of others, really stuck with me.

✿ What do you typically look for in a roleplay partner?

Cliche, but chemistry. And not always in the writing kind but a lot in the OOC kind. I like people who I can talk to super easily, who write in the same tumblr language I do, who reference memes and are not afraid to hit me up with IMs and head canons, etc. I just love it because it makes me feel comfortable with a person, and like I’m not being a bother. The better I get to know a player, the better I get to know their character away from IC interactions. Likewise, I adore it when players get to know me so well that they read the patterns in my characters easily, and I don’t feel like I have to explain them all the time? It’s like they just know, and they know what path I want to put them on. I also look for honesty, people who are down to tell me what they’re feeling about a situation or whether something bothers them, or is able to voice if I’m doing something wrong. Most importantly though, I look for decisive people. Not overly decisive but it’s just so important for me to have someone who is like “yes that sounds good, i can start a thing for you if you want” or “i dont think that really fits, how about this plot idea instead?” I really cannot stand sending IMs to people about plots and characters and them just agreeing off the bat the whole time, but never really deciding on anything either, and so it makes me feel like i’m just paddling in a circle until i make all the decisions for us. To me, that’s not what RP is about. It involves teamwork, and effort, and to me, that’s not putting in effort. It gets me really frustrated.

✿ What made you want to join the roleplaying community?

I kept seeing bios in celebrity tags, and so when i sussed out what group rp was on tumblr, i was like holy shit there is a name for the thing i have been doing with friends over email for so many years???? and you can use PICTURES? i gotta get on this.

so somehow, i found a group rp that allowed mythical creatures, i wanted to be a peter pan mermaid, and the rest is history~~

✿ What one piece of literature has been most inspirational/life changing for you? Why?

(( Blood & Chocolate, by Anette Curtis Klause — because of the main character, as per mentioned. She’s inspired me to write full-on, aggressive, assertive, don’t-tell-me-what-i-can-and-cant-do female characters without apology. ))

The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen — it’s hard to explain exactly why, and it doesnt even just involve ONE of her books either, but they’ve kind of shaped my whole general character story directions?? her books always follow a pattern and i really admire that pattern, even if it is repetitive, and i am secretly a hopeless romantic so i really like how her love stories evolve. it’s always slow burning, the boy is usually a direct surprising love interest, and the girl always gains new friends and family out of it, and the stories always involve a nice little reoccurring theme. In the Truth About Forever, it’s a game that she and a boy plays throughout the entire book, which eventually leads to a shift from friendship to something more. THAT PLOT HAS APPEALED TO ME EVERY SINCE. the example of a teeny, tiny, otherwise-completely-average moment greatly impacting the rest of a characters life with someone else… i am weAK for this concept ok. her females are always usally feircely independent too and that gets me ♥

✿ Who are your top three favorite fictional characters and why?

Vivian Gandillon (Blood & Chocolate) — i swear i could go on repeat forever haha, but i’ve basically already mentioned why.

Jace Herondale (Shadowhunter Series) — back when the first like, two books had only been published, i super fell hard for this series and it was straight up because of the commentary done by Jace and his ability to senselessly bicker with everybody in his path. his comments to me, were always absolutely hysterical. i was so in love with his wry and witty comments, especially the way he kept at ease and casual through super distressing situations, and i really wish id kept reading the rest of the series as it was published, but i seriously fell behind. then the movie came out. then the netflix series. now i’ve grown too far out of it and having to see the cast on my dash every second of every day makes me want to burn the books.

Shane Collins (Morganville Vampire Series) — this is an oooold old series that i used to read religiously, and it was more in the style of anita blake and buffy vampires~ rather than twilight and true blood -esque content. it got really weird and complicated though so i gave up on it, but for a time, i adored it. and i loved shane because he was hilariously human, he hated everybody except his housemates (though sometimes that could be questioned) and nobody held a grudge better than him. he had a knack for getting in trouble, usually on his own accord, was feircely protective and spent most of his time just being a genuine nuisance and temper tantrum thrower. i saw a lot of me in him, and idk. i just like people with tempers, i think it makes them super fun to read.

#me af #psa; ooc #psa; my library #shehasnoears

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‘Only a Voice’part 7 (A Moana Fan fic AU loosely inspired by the Little Mermaid)

As always, remember that this can also be read over at fan fiction.net under my other name ‘HolyMaiden24.′ I always appreciate a good review or pointer if I made a spelling error.

Anyway, this is the chapter where things start to get adorable, complicated, and ends with the beginning of my idea of a platonic version of ‘Kiss the Girl.’

Somewhere where it was really dark, Tamatoa was in bioluminescent form and he was waiting as the writer (who was covered in green bioluminescent markings and a bunch of green jewelry) recounted something as she sat on his shell and cleaned her sword off with a rag. “Long story short, Mickey sent Sora, Donald, and Goofy to stop me, so one died.” She concluded. “And yes that was a Kingdom Hearts reference. Anyway, say you wrote a book and you want to get published. Would I try to sponsor myself through inkshares, kickstarter, or just go ahead with a self-publishing website?” “I honestly have no idea what you are talking about and I think you have other matters to attend to.” The crab responded as he pointed to the reader from beyond their screen. “And yes, I was referring to you specifically.” He told you. The writer looked up in confusion before she smiled and waved at you. “Oh hey, sorry! I got pretty busy cleaning the tomatoes off my sword.”

“So as per usual the A/N is different depending on which version you are reading. I’ve noticed I’ve had a bad habit of missing errors so be ready to call me out if you see any. Any way, one of my reviewers over at Fanfiction.net asked Tamatoa how he was able to do half of the things he could like picking something up, considering his size and all, and if it gave him issues. His response was it takes a lot of practice and lots of free time. Of course it gets harder the more he grows.”

“And then he demonstrated with a cage that he made himself out of bone and ropes, which was used to do the following–”

-????- “Come on, come on!” Moana snarled as she kept smashing the button on her controller while she, Belle, Rapunzel, and Mulan were playing Super Smash Brothers. In fact, all of them were so engrossed in the game that they failed to see a cage come smashing down upon them and the TV. “What the heck?!” Belle screamed as the girls quickly realized what just happened. “No, no, I refuse to let this happen!” Rapunzel yelled out. “I DON’T WANT TO GET TRAPPED AGAIN!” “Uh, who is that?” Mulan pointed at what was outside of the cage. Moana took a look and felt her heart stop when she recognized the culprit. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” She yelled up at Tamatoa. “IS THIS FOR WHAT HAPPENED BACK THEN?!” “See Enigma?!” Tamatoa gestured to the cage with a flourish while the writer went from cleaning her sword to typing on her laptop. “Good enough to trap a few princesses!” “Well not for me!” Moana yelled. “Let us out!” She demanded, but her foe merely laughed and strutted away from her and her friends.

-Back to the A/N-

Yup, Mini Maui is still around and kicking! My knowledge of sailing is painfully limited so I had to do the best that I could. Also, if I get any of the hand gestures mixed up with actual sign language, I apologize in advance for that. The lyrics are from the song ‘Innocent Warrior’ from Moana, if no one catches on to it.

Chapter 7 Upon the ocean It was getting closer and closer to the long awaited day and the people of Motonui were getting more caught up in preparing for the visit. Even so there was always a guaranteed chance that you would notice something had changed if you paid attention to a certain interaction between two of the people on the island. Another thing you would have noticed a little more so was that Moana seemed to be a bit more confident in herself and looked a little less overwhelmed. “I think we are about done.” A woman showed Moana some tapas that were getting close to being finished and would replace some of the old ones in the community fale. “Though I don’t know if we will have enough time to make new ones for trading or not.” “Why don’t we focus on replacing the old tapas?” Moana suggested. “If you would like to make some to trade with, why not keep them on the small side?” She suggested. “There’ll always be next time.” “We’ll consider it.” The woman smiled. She watched as Moana hurried off and was followed by her silent companion who had watched the future Chief interact with the women at the tapas. “Well at this rate at least the community fale will look good as new.” She joked to a friend who was painting on a design for a tapestry. “How are we on the coconuts?” Moana asked Talia as she and the others tended to the harvest. “Well the new grove is still growing and we might need to wait for a bit for these ones to ripen up.” Talia noted. “Father also wanted me to tell you that the taro roots will be ready in time, but it wouldn’t hurt to let some of them grow a bit more.” “Ok, that’s good!” Moana beamed as she hurried off to the fishing fale. “How are we?” She asked the fishermen as they counted the fish. “Do the fish keep switching places on everyone?” “They still give us a hard time, but I think were doing just fine.” One of the men showed Moana a spear with a familiar looking head. “It’s thanks to your friend over there that they can’t get away from us that easily.” Moana turned to her companion, who just gave her a smile. “It does look as if the fishes wouldn’t be able to slip away from the spearheads.” Moana admitted before turning back to facing the fishermen. “Remember that we don’t want to scare them all off. We will need to get a bunch more before the Chief visits, so maybe try to get as much as you can on the day before?” After Moana waved to the fishermen and made to go off to her next task, she turned to the man beside her. “You’ll have to show us how you make those.” Moana began. “I could see that the visitors would want some and that would make trading easier. Plus I doubt you would want to make more than you’d like to in your free time.” She quickly added. The man gave her a careful look before shrugging. In truth, he wasn’t entirely willing to pass on all his secrets but maybe he could make a small exception. It was later on after Moana helped watch over the children at her grandmother’s fale that the man pulled her aside and began to lead her to the cave. Tala paused in her story telling to watch the interaction and when she was pleased to see that there was not going to be a repeat of what happened last time, she continued the story. “You’ll show me now, right?” Moana asked. When the man nodded, she let out a big grin and had to keep herself from bursting out in excitement, otherwise that would get them both caught. In the secret cave that was far from prying eyes, both of them had to learn that limited communication was not going to make teaching easy. Fortunately neither of them were willing to let this get in the way of things since they had done a more than decent job of interacting with each other up to this point. Maui watched as Moana held up the oar. “So could you make a sign for each part of the boat and then just let me know if I get anything mixed up?” He nodded. “So what would the sign for this be?” She held the oar out. He gave her a childish smirk and mimicked paddling the oar in the ocean, which made her feel a little foolish. Still it was more obvious and already the easiest to remember. “Ok, that made sense.” Moana glanced at the sail before looking back to him. “Uh... and the sail?” He made a fist with his hand. “And I suppose the waves would be...” She did a waving motion her her hand that bobbed up and down like the waves of the sea and he accepted this with a nod. “Uh...” Moana frowned as she looked at the extra parts of the boat that she was not as familiar with like the large pole in front of the sail. “I... I don’t know what that is.” She admitted. “I don’t know what the ropes can do either.” She felt embarrassed. “I mean I think I heard something once or twice but I don’t know.” Maui eyed every part of the boat. The halyard, the shroud, and the sheet would be tricky to ‘explain’ unless he actually showed her how they could be used. If he encouraged her to try to ask someone about the terminology then it would raise questions which neither of them wanted. He went ahead and moved behind the boat, forcing Moana to watch in confusion as he moved it into the water with the same ease as two men pushing a similar sized boat into the water together. “We aren’t going out into the ocean just yet, are we?” She asked. He shook his head no and didn’t stop until the boat was completely in the water. When it did, Maui gestured for Moana to get on and she was more than happy to do so. It felt wonderful to feel the boat rock back and forth under her feet again, no matter how short it would last for. Maui grabbed the sheet and handed the end that was laying on the boat to Moana. She waited to see what he would do and when he gave it a pull, she saw that the sail moved in one particular direction. “Ok, so this helps with moving the sail.” She quickly picked up on this with a smile. “So just do a pulling motion for this one?” Maui nodded with a smile; maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as he thought after all.

Sometime in the dead of night, Pua snuck into Maui’s fale, which was not too far from Chief Tui’s fale. The fale did not have much in it, except for one sleeping giant of a man, a few spear heads that he had made, some coconut shells with scrimshaw upon them, and hidden behind a few baskets was the necklace of animal teeth that he had first sworn before he stopped wearing it on his first day on Motonui. Pua had a sneaking suspicion that Maui stopped wearing it because it would have made him look a little familiar to those who saw his image, but that was not his concern and instead he went to the sleeping Maui, whose head was flopped over to one side and whose left arm was exposed to the open air. Pua walked over to the shoulder and waited to see if the strange tattoo from before would reappear. Sure enough, the strange grinning symbols on the shoulder shifted and parted to make a large circle and revealed a smiling figure that looked a lot like Maui. In fact it was the same figure Pua saw the day before. The figure waved and moved to the side to show a young Moana and Pua playing upon Maui’s skin. So what was left of the tattoos did remember Pua; when the miniature version of Maui pointed at the tattooed version of Pua and back to the actual Pua, the pig nodded to confirm that they were also one and the same. Mini Maui pantomimed pondering something with a hand cupped over his chin and a few question marks popped around his head before he pointed to his host, then pointed to a smaller version of the original tattooed version of himself, and then finally pointed to a non-tattooed version that looked identical to the current appearance of his host. Relieved to see that someone that could communicate with him would give the much needed answers, Pua nodded. Mini Maui nodded back as the smaller versions of the two versions of Maui, Moana, and Pua were absorbed into the ink and a crowd of cheering people rose up from the bottom of the circle. Mini Maui gained tattoos upon himself to represent the demi-god before he had been changed and he acted out as if he were excited and enjoyed the people’s praises. But as the seconds passed, the people continuously vanished and were replaced by more people and the excitement in Maui’s face died away and he began to frown. The ink shifted and showed Maui talking to a Chief, who pointed to a few monsters off in the distance. Maui took out his fish hook and when he approached the monsters he bashed them repeatedly on the head in a comical fashion until the monsters hurried away in fear. Maui approached the Chief with a smile of pride, but then the Chief merely smirked, turned away to his people, and they all left Maui alone. Maui had a very offended look on his face as he dropped the fish hook to the ground, but the offense died away into dejection and he turned away with a sad look in his eyes. A cloud then appeared over his head that showed the more human like form within it. From what Pua could gather, Maui seemed to be tired out by something, but he had been taken advantage of in the past and was not acknowledged for what he had done for that Chief and his people. So why would Maui be thinking of himself as a human? Did he want to become one? The ink then swirled together and this time it showed a rather unexpected scene, as Maui’s smaller incarnation was in the company of a giant crab that looked more than familiar to Pua after seeing his image one time too many. What did Tamatoa have to do with Maui being a human? The tattoo version of Tamatoa moved his mouth as if talking and another version of Maui appeared, along with one of the humans. An arrow pointed at Maui before pointing at the human, then it pointed back to Maui, who then turned into the more human version that was currently asleep. Ok, so Tamatoa must have turned him into a human somehow, but then the arrow pointed to a scene that was a little lower on the real Maui’s arm. It showed that Maui smiling at another human and this human hugged them before they grabbed his hand and took him away. Pua was really confused about this part and Mini Maui saw this, so he just held his hand up and gestured to Tamatoa, who slammed a large shell on the ground in front of him. Mini Maui walked over to the strange object and began drinking something out of it, before he recoiled away after a few gulps. He opened his mouth and gagged like Heihei would when heaving up a stone and something circular came out of the smaller Maui’s mouth before he collapsed into the sand and the markings that represented his tattoos vanished off his body. A great wave of water then came to take Maui away from Tamatoa, who grinned in sadistic delight as he scooped up the circular object into a shell on a necklace. Pua watched as Tamatoa vanished and the waves carried the still sleeping Maui away before setting him upon a spot of land, where Heihei appeared to peck at his head before Pua’s smaller incarnation came to find him. The tattoo version of Pua panicked and made to cry out to something and a teenaged version of Moana hurried to the scene to find Maui before she knelt beside him with a concerned frown on her face. Mini Maui woke up to mimic clutching at his throat and when the circular object appeared again, he pointed to it and then pointed to his throat before acting out as if he were trying to say something. He give Pua a shrug and an apologetic, yet hopeful smile before the characters all swirled together until they changed back into the original tattoo that had been upon Maui’s arm (the one that belonged to this current version, not the other one). Pua had a hard time gathering what was going on and somehow Tamatoa helped Maui turn into a human, but what exactly was it that came out of Maui that the crab took? Was it his voice? What did it mean when Maui hugged the other human? And why exactly would the ocean bring Maui back to Moana of all people after all this had happened? He hated that he now had more questions than before. Unknown to him, Mini Maui was also frustrated because there was a lot of additional info that would be hard to convey in a way that Pua would easily understand. This included the time limit, the bet, and just how important it was for Moana to develop a bond with Maui that would be strong enough to let him know that someone out there truly valued him for who he was. Plus he was quite fond of that spirited human girl and he was sure that Maui was secretly fond of her too, no matter how much he would try to deny it.

The days began to pass and Moana and Maui’s relationship slowly evolved into something a little more than a truce. He taught her as much as he could about sailing, yet he would not let the boat go out of the cave just yet. He even had to change up when Moana could go to the cave so that her father would not get suspicious and there were a few times where they had to sneak out in the dead of night. There were some struggles with trying to teach her without words, but the actions alone was more than enough to replace them and the more Moana was quick to pick up Maui’s cues, the more she was able to react in time to what she had to do. She had many questions about what could happen, such as if a wave were about to overpower her, and he would guide her in what to do. Some things were harder than others, but something like teaching her how to tie a knot properly and have her copy him was easier. She also learned that no matter how much she could watch the fishermen at their boats by the shore so that she could try to pick up more about sailing, it just wasn’t going to cut it; their boats were just not built the same as hers was. As Maui sat down on the boat and let his legs hang off after one of the lessons, Moana realized that the boat was once again in the water. In fact it was pretty far from the shoreline to the point that the water below had to be a good five feet deep. And her teacher wasn’t paying attention to her; one could say that he seemed rather distracted. With an evil grin, Moana decided it was time for some well deserved revenge. She quietly backed a few feet away before she ran towards Maui with her hands out. The moment he turned his head and slightly shifted his position, she pushed him right in the shoulders (she remembered to avoid the sensitive part on his back) and watched in delight as he tumbled right off the boat and into the water with a tremendous, yet satisfying splash. When Maui broke through the surface, he quickly turned around and had to move his water soaked hair out of his face to see that Moana was kneeling beside the boat and giving him a big grin with one eyebrow raised at him. He was confused as to why she had done this to him until he realized she was in the same position he was when he threw her into the sea. Oh so that was it. She wanted revenge for that little incident and took her chance when he was distracted. When Moana saw the man in the water give her a deep scowl, she dropped her smile and wondered if she took it too far again. She gulped as he let go of his hair before he swam towards her and she hoped to the gods that this would not ruin their agreement. Instead, Maui reached out to grab Moana by the leg and pulled her right into the water alongside him. Her splash was not as spectacular as his own, but it was still just as satisfying to him. When it was her turn to brake through the surface and move her hair out of her face, Maui let out a hilariously amusing grin at how utterly shocked the teenager looked. When she realized what he had done, Moana could only let out a laugh and slapped the water to splash a wave right at him. Maui took this as an invite to a fight and he splashed a larger wave back at her and even though she was hit by it, Moana did not back down from the challenge and an epic watery showdown ensued. Unfortunately it probably was not as epic as it seemed, but it was the fun that counted. Moana could not stop laughing and even between splashes she could tell that the man was also laughing, even if she could not hear it. A part of her wanted so badly to know what that laugh was supposed to sound like, yet the other part just wanted to let go and have fun. It was only then that she stopped seeing this man as an unwanted guardian or just a teacher who she still had a hard time trusting to not tell her father about her lessons–instead he became a genuine friend. Maybe he wasn’t the exact kind of friend most would picture for someone like her but she didn’t care.

At night when Moana tried to measure the stars, Maui had to correct her position so that she had her arm straight out and her fingers were joined together, before standing beside her to do the same. Her hand was so much smaller and more slender than his own hand, yet it was starting to get some calluses though not quite as much as his own. The way was his own hand was shaped was so unusual compared to most other men to the point it almost didn’t seem human-like, yet was clearly ideal for certain tasks and hard labor. Moana smiled at the sight of her hand and his own against the night sky, but as she measured the stars, she thought about the missing constellation. Perhaps her companion knew something about it? “Have you noticed that Maui’s constellation is missing from the sky lately?” Moana asked as she glanced at him. “Grandma noticed it and–” Maui was alarmed by this question and looked up at the sky and every part of it that surrounded him before looking up as high as he could to see if it was over Motonui, but it wasn’t. That was not good. Nope, not good at all. “So you’re concerned about it too?” Moana asked as she dropped her hand. “I don’t know why it vanished, but I hope nothing bad has happened to Maui.” She frowned. “I mean some people still think he’s just a story and some think he is still alive. I think he does exist, but I really hope he didn’t do something to anger the gods. I know he did some things that were not favorable in some of the stories–including the ones we can’t exactly tell the children.” She winced at the memory of some of those tales. “But some of us still look up to him despite his faults.” “He’s done so much for us–maybe more than we could have asked for–that I’d hate it if his legacy ended on a bad note. Actually I got inspiration from him when I sent those kids upon you so that I could get away.” She chuckled as she grew thoughtful. “Someone who is both brave enough to face the worst of situations and smart enough to figure out a situation in a small amount of time... we need more people like that in this world.” Moana didn’t see Maui look away, nor did she notice the look of guilt in his eyes. Normally such words would be taken as praises and would give him an ego boost, but it didn’t this time around. She was giving him way too much credit than she realized. Maybe he took the human race for granted after all this time. He had been focused so much on seeing them as a whole and was constantly trying to do everything for them to get their approval that he kept forgetting that there were those who had still believed him in and were not expecting him to constantly outdo himself for their sake. And just to twist the knife further, it figured that he got in this mess in the first place because he felt that the appreciation the humans had towards him was not entirely genuine as it used to be and wore off throughout the ages. Yet here was proof that someone still remembered and believed in him, even if she didn’t know who he was. He hated being regarded as just a story instead of an actual person at times, so this confession meant a lot to him. Except he was sure that that Moana would be more than upset if she ever found out the truth about why he was the way he was now and even more so if he lost the ‘little’ bet he made awhile back. “But maybe its just off season and the stars will come back.” Moana tried to reassure herself. “Maybe the constellation is elsewhere, right?” The longer he stayed as a human, the more there would be at stake. He could not bring himself to disappoint Moana if she had to learn the truth and yet... When exactly did it get to the point that he had grown to care so much about what one human out of an entire race felt about him? Why would the idea of disappointing her more than an entire race of mortals scare him like this? All he knew was that he couldn’t abandon her now just because he was terrified over what consequences he would face. He could at least fulfill her wish before he had to make a decision in the future about whether or not he would need to leave this island and spare themselves from a tragic end to this irony.

More time began to pass and Maui counted as it went from eight days, to six days, and eventually it got to the point where he had three days left, as did Moana for when the Chief would come to visit. He tried to avoid thinking about the future and instead just try to focus on the present. He did what he could and helped Moana get the coconuts they needed, or the fruit from other plants. He showed her exactly how he made the barbed spears, though it was easier said then done and she ended up nicking herself a few times. He also watched as she talked about making a proper enclosure for the animals with a few villagers and agreed on double reinforcing some parts of them. “Just keep that rooster in a basket though, he’d peck his way out of the enclosure if he knew what he was doing.” A man pointed and sure enough Heihei was pecking at some rope that was slowly becoming undone by his sharp beak. “I’ll think on that.” Moana promised as she picked Heihei up and carefully petted his feathers. The rooster made no protest to this and enjoyed the petting while it lasted. Maui allowed Moana to show him around the island and the forested areas as she talked about the island and the history of her people as well as a little about herself. It was in the forest where she was allowed to be more adventurous and he could only watch in amusement as she took a large leaf and used it to slide down one of the oddly angled trees over a big ditch. She offered the leaf for him to do the same thing and he did– except his weight made the leaf snap in half and caused him to fall into the ditch and she had to watch as he crawled back up. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that on purpose!” Moana apologized, but there was a smile on her face. When she felt something grab onto her ankle, she looked down to see that her companion was holding onto it with a very sneaky smile while keeping his head turned to the side as a respectful precaution. “Oh no, don’t you dare do that again!” Moana began. “No I said don’t!” She laughed when he tugged on her ankle, but he did not even try to pull her into the ditch. “Maybe next time you can get back at me when I deserve it!” Moana herself oversaw everything to make sure that her village was presentable and that they had enough food for their guests, in addition to having enough goods to trade with. Everything was becoming a giddy whirl as the Royal Marae and the community fale were both completely cleaned and presentable, the coconuts were being picked, and everything else was coming into place. The dancing lessons for the event was going along well and her own dancing was getting better and better with each passing day as she tried to find more time to practice on her own. She took inspiration from the ocean to keep her movements slow, steady, yet fluid and graceful, and those who saw this picked up on the changes. “She’s going to be beautiful.” A healthier looking Sina smiled at Tala as they watched Moana dance outside the community fale. “I don’t know what you said, but she’s improved so much.” “Oh, I think she found inspiration where she needed it the most.” Tala chuckled. “Her confidence is also playing a big role in all of this.” She looked to the man who could not speak and watched as he smiled on in pride at Moana. “Though I think some additional help around here has somehow played a part.” The music ended and Moana was greeted with applause. She couldn’t help but curtsey to her audience and let out a smile as her mother walked towards her. “You will make us all proud.” Sina smiled. “Even our ancestors would find this enjoyable to behold.” “I hope it will be as easy as this one time.” Moana nervously laughed, but Sina put a hand on Moana’s shoulder. “Allow the music and the spirit of your soul to guide you.” Sina advised her daughter. “Do this and all of Motonui and the people of Chief Hoani will see you for who you are on the inside.” “I hope I don’t reveal too much!” Moana laughed. Meanwhile Maui frowned from his spot because something about the name of the Chief sounded familiar, even if it might have been mentioned in passing before. Did he know a Chief that went by that name? He had met several in his time, so why did this one scream out at him? Actually, wasn’t there a Chief he had met that mentioned this island some time ago? “That is a gift for the family of the Chief of Motonui! I did not promise that to you as payment for protecting us from those monsters!” If there was ever a time that Maui’s heart could stop for longer than a second, now was it. He felt himself get cold as the memories came back to him of what happened the night before he decided to turn into a human. Oh gods, of all the things that had to happen to make this even more difficult for him, it had to be because a certain cheapsake that he stole from had to show up on the island on his last day as a human. And how many were coming? Nineteen? Who else would recognize him?! It didn’t matter how much scarring had happened to him or how much else of him had changed because they would recognize him in a heartbeat! There was no way they would be stupid enough to think he was someone else, unless a miracle could happen. Moana turned around to face her friend with a smile but then frowned in concern when she saw how troubled he looked and hurried off to who knew where. “I’ll be right back.” She told Sina and hurried after her companion with Pua close behind. “Is something wrong?” Moana asked Maui as soon as she caught up to him. “You seem troubled by something.” Maui hesitated and turned around, but he could not bring himself to just shake his head and continue on like nothing happened. Instead he looked out to the ocean and tried to figure out why on earth he was brought to Motonui of all places if he was going to go on this massive guilt trip and face a more than likely enraged Chief from another island. One word was all that was needed to be said in order for everything to come undone if he was present for the event. It all just built up into a frusterated anger that he was struggling to contain. He had no idea what it was that he wanted now and he had to be denied one more day because fate had to be a magnificent jerk to him. Moana herself couldn’t think of exactly what would upset the man before her (especially if he couldn’t flat out say it). “You would let me know though, right?” She asked. Whatever was going though his mind was all too clear in his eyes and whatever it was, it was causing him a great distress. She could only watch as he opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he remembered that he couldn’t, he could only turn around and walk away. She watched as he briefly ran his fingers through his hair with one hand and pulled it up for a few seconds before it dropped back down. However, it was long enough for Moana to notice something rather odd. She had stopped paying attention to the man’s scars a long time ago, but there was something about some of the few on his back that had changed. The scars used to look so horrendous and yet some of them were losing their discoloration and were looking closer to his natural skin tone now. The one hidden under his hair particularly looked less like a patch of an uneven, jagged terrain of flesh and was starting to look a little closer to the ones on the rest of his body. Moana chose not to think on this and turned away as she wondered what could be done to help her friend. She had no idea that the man was heading to his fale and she would never learn that the moment he was inside, he would let out a violent series of voiceless yelling and cursing that would go unheard to all. All she knew was that if there had been a way to know what was troubling him, she would try to help him in a heartbeat.

She didn’t recognize this part of the island. The rocks, the trees, the flowers, the plants–everything was different, yet the sand and the ocean looked the same. Moana glanced at her surroundings as she tried to figure out what sort of dream this was. As she kept walking, she thought she heard a woman singing in the distance, so she hurried towards the source. When she finally got close enough and hurried around a large rock, she was met with a strange sight. A woman garbed in white garments, and who had long flowing dark hair with a crown of flowers upon her head, sang as she danced knee deep in the ocean like Moana’s grandmother did. What made the sight so strange was that a wave of water from the ocean had risen up to her chest and appeared to be dancing alongside her. “Ou mata e matagi,” The woman sang as she gracefully waved her arms about. “Ou loto mamaina toa.” Moana couldn’t dare to stop the woman with her own questions. Instead she watched in awe as the woman and the wave of water danced together in harmony. “Manatu atu. Taku pelepele.” The woman raised her arms in the air, but then the wave shifted out of sync and tilted at a strange angle. “I have heard much about you, young one.” The woman suddenly spoke out to Moana. Moana heard a strange cracking noise and she turned around to see that a fale similar to her own grandmother’s appeared right behind her as if by some sort of divine magic. Drawn to the fale, Moana walked towards it and pulled back one of the tapas so that she could enter it. Much like her grandmother’s fale, the tapas were tapestries of gods and monsters, but each one was moving upon the surface as if they were alive. From the creation of the world, to the great eel that lead to the coconut tree, they replayed their own stories for Moana to watch. But then, as if they sensed her presence, the characters all stopped moving on the tapas. All except one figure that was crouched in front of a rock with his hands over his eyes as he rocked back and forth on his feet. Moana walked to this one and when she got close enough, the figure sprang up to reveal himself as a young child before he ran off to the side of his tapa, disappeared, and then reappeared in the next one. She watched as he cupped a hand to his mouth to call out for someone as he walked around but then noticed the eight eyed bat that was in front of him. He moved as if he noticed something behind the creature and when he yelled at it, something small quickly fell out from behind it and landed on top of the child’s head. It was a small coconut crab no bigger then the child’s own head, though he still seemed to require wearing a specific protective shell before he could develop his own. “Is that–?” Moana realized that the crab looked more than familiar to her, having seen a larger version of him more than once. If the crab was who she thought it was, then did that mean that the child was who she thought he was? The boy laughed as he took the crab off his head and lifted him up into the air for one minute. Even the crab seemed to be laughing in joy as he was held up in the air before the boy set him back down. Moana continued to watch as both the younger versions of Maui and Tamatoa hurried off to play and search for treasures hiding within the other tapestries. “If only I had seen what was to come.” The woman’s voice lamented as if it were right beside Moana. When Moana turned around to try to find it, all the images had vanished off the tapas, save for one where a much larger version of the crab now bore a dark grin as he told something to the boy who was now grown up into the version of himself that Moana knew best. She watched as the demi-god’s teeth began to grit down in anger while the crab moved closer and closer towards him and continued to say whatever he had to say until he towered over him. “Instead a cycle of revenge has begun.” Moana turned to try to find the voice, but instead she saw another tapa with the crab and the demi-god. Except this time it took a dark turn as an enraged Maui was shown ripping off one of Tamatoa’s legs with a large hook with all the force that he could summon up. Moana could only stare in horror as the limb came off and the crab let out what should have been an agonized scream while Maui seemed to come to his senses and realized what he had done in equal wide eyed horror. “Why would you show me this?!” Moana turned around to try to find the woman. When she couldn’t find her, she hurried outside to see the woman standing near the ocean instead of within it. Now that she was facing Moana, the girl could she that she looked strangely like her own mother and yet not quite. Her mother did not have the same vibrant green colored eyes that this woman had. “I chose not to interfere with current events as what has happened has been of his own choosing. Yet something has changed and I will not be able to reach you in time to stop what is to come.” The woman apologized. “What are you talking about?!” Moana demanded as she threw her hands out. “Does this have something to do with Maui’s missing constellation? I’m only seeing images, but they aren’t enough! I don’t know what Maui and Tamatoa’s falling out has to do with any of it!” The woman could only turn to the ocean as a pillar of water rose out of it. “So long as you are by the ocean or within it, it will protect you from a certain danger.” She held her hand out towards the pillar of water, which moved closer towards her. “If you stray too far from it, you will meet a terrible fate.” She turned back to Moana. “Heed your grandmother’s words, my child–appearances can be very deceiving, so trust with your heart. Only you and you alone will have the power to end it all.” “I don’t understand!” Moana cried out in frustration. “I can’t be by the ocean when I am needed to be in the village! How does that help me?! And what is it that must end?!” A hand grabbed Moana’s arm in a painful manner and she felt herself be pulled towards the fale, but the fale had vanished and instead the hand pulled her as far from the ocean as possible. Moana tried to look back to see who grabbed her, but instead there was nothing but darkness to greet her before it swallowed her whole. “Remember my words, Moana.” The woman called out one final time. “Remember who you truly are.”

As Moana tossed and turned in her slumber, Tui got up and headed outside to get some much needed air. “Just a few more days.” He reminded himself as he ran a hand over his face as he faced the mountains and the forested area that was behind the village. “I won’t even have to tell her. The last thing I need is to add onto the stress and–” He heard a strange rumbling sound off in the distance that made him stop what he was doing. It was a strange sound that was somewhere far off, but not close enough to be anywhere near the village and it was too dark to tell where it was coming from. He heard it again and this time he detected that it was coming from somewhere near the northeastern side of the island. He shut his eyes to try to focus on the sound and he could have sworn he heard another faint sound, like a stick cracking in half. No it was like many sticks were cracking in half. He paused for a moment and waited in anticipation when the sounds ceased. Should he alert someone to go get help or wait to see if he was imagining things? He opted for the latter and waited for a long time, yet nothing happened. “Perhaps it was just my mind playing a trick upon me.” Tui tried to reassure himself, but he was not entirely convinced. He needed to take a group out to where he thought he heard that sound, but he would have to be careful about it. He didn’t want to cause any panic amongst his people if something was amiss and he was already developing a bad feeling in his guts.

The next day, everyone was ahead of schedule or had just managed to make ends meet in time to have a little more free time. Even Moana found that she didn’t have much to do besides help the children with her dancing and oversee the final preparations, but she couldn’t help but wonder about the dream. She wondered if perhaps her grandmother would be able to tell her. “Moana!” Her father called to her as she finished the dance lesson with the children and she turned to see him approach her. “I see that you have done a fine job thus far.” He smiled at her. “It has been difficult but I am glad to see that you have pulled through.” “Thank you father!” Moana beamed with delight. “I’m going to be exploring certain parts of the island for a bit.” Tui told her. “In the meantime I think you have more than earned some time to yourself. So long as I see you come home by sundown.” He added. “I will!” Moana smiled. “One more thing.” Tui added. “Just be careful alright?” “Yes!” Moana waved and didn’t think too much about her fathers words as she watched her father walk towards a small group of men and women before she turned back to her students. “Are you sure you won’t tell her?” One of the women asked Tui as they headed towards the mountains and forests. “It would be a good part of her training if your hunch is correct.” She pointed out as she examined her spear. “The last thing I need is to raise alarm amongst my people.” Tui confessed to her as he allowed his happy masquerade to drop. “I don’t know what it is that I had heard, but I fully intend to investigate before we take action. I want as much of the island explored as possible before it is time to head back.” “Suppose it was just one of the gods having a bit of fun.” One of the men laughed. As Moana finished her lesson, she walked off as Pua joined her again and she tried to think of what else could be done to occupy her time when she felt a hand grab her wrist. For one second she recalled the dream and the mystery hand, but when she turned to see a certain friend, she smiled in relief. “Oh, guess what?!” She exclaimed. “Father gave me some time off today starting right now!” She looked at him again to see if anything had changed besides the scarring, but the only thing that was different was the green lavalava he wore when he first came to the island. Knowing that Moana had free time pleased Maui a little bit as this was perhaps the only chance he would get to bring her out into the ocean before it was too late. He let go of her hand and began heading towards the secret entrance to the cave. “Where are you going?!” Moana asked as Maui made a gesture to follow her. She obeyed and wondered if he was going to lead her to the cave for another lesson.

“So what will you teach me this time?” Moana asked as Maui pushed her boat back into the water again. To her confusion, he paused in his task and pointed to the waterfall with a smile. She titled her head in confusion at this, but when he handed her the oar, she then realized what he had in mind. “You mean–?” Moana couldn’t believe this. “You’re actually going to let me go out into the ocean?!” When her friend nodded in confirmation, Moana felt her heart begin to race. Was she truly going to go back onto the water after all these years without anyone to stop her? “You’re not joking with me are you?” Moana asked. “You’re not going to stop me at the last minute and–” Maui tossed Moana the oar and she quickly reacted by grabbing it before it could fall to the ground. She stared at the oar, which now felt as much as a part of herself as her own arm. “I’m actually going to go out onto the ocean.” She whispered in awe. She let out a laugh and hurried to the boat to push it out into the water. “Are you coming Pua?” She turned to the pig, but Pua shook his head and stayed as far from the water as possible as he wasn’t exactly ready to join his human friend out on the ocean just yet. The moment the boat was completely in the water, Moana didn’t stop pushing until she was knee deep in water and she could hop upon it. Maui immediately hurried to catch up and get on the boat at the moment the girl took the oar and began to paddle towards the waterfall since he knew that she would probably try to go off without him in her excitement (not to mention he still felt compelled to watch over her as the last thing he wanted was her dad to get a heart attack if he wasn’t by her side). Moana didn’t stop paddling and she only briefly acknowledged that Maui had joined her and was sitting a little farther up on the boat now. She had become so focused that the moment she saw a flash of red pop out of the canoe part of the boat, she almost wanted to let out a scream and drop the oar. The flash of red was only Heihei, who somehow wondered all the way into the cave and was stuck in the large compartment inside the canoe. He tilted his head in confusion at Moana, but she quickly grabbed him as carefully as she could and gently tossed him across the water. “Sorry, but maybe another time Heihei!” Moana apologized as the rooster flapped his wings until he had landed right at the shoreline beside an amazed Pua. She turned around to get the oar and started paddling closer towards the waterfall while her passenger shot an amused smirk at the bird. Moana didn’t stop paddling and not even when the boat finally broke through the waterfall that poured water over her. It was only when she could finally see nothing but the blue sky and the ocean ahead of her did this dream truly begin to feel real, and yet she still kept paddling so that she could get as far away from the island as possible. She only briefly looked back to see how close she was to the village and began paddling the boat away from it until she could finally get up to free the sail so that the wind could catch it and allow the boat to glide through the water at a faster pace. Excited to see the wind blowing against the sail, Moana became lost in the moment as she hurried to paddle the boat farther out as it went across the water. Gradually the waves ahead of her got bigger, but the boat was able to surpass each one, which also gave her a rush of adrenaline as she went over and up each one and she felt her insides roll around in excitement. Finally the largest wave came and it was the one that marked the difference between staying within the reef and going completely out into the ocean. She held her breath as it came towards her and she prayed that her boat would make it. It had to, it was built for this very purpose! Slowly the wave came and just when the boat was close enough, it shot upward as if it could take Moana into the sky and in those few seconds she knew what it was like to be a bird. Seconds later the boat went over the wave and came crashing down with a tremendous splash. Realizing what she had just done, Moana got up and turned around to see the last of the wave vanish to reveal that she was now facing the island that she had grown up in with only a reef between the two of them. There was no ground or shallow water below her, but the wood of the boat and the ocean holding it upright. The wind was blowing against her and the boat but it felt comforting instead of annoying. She finally felt free with nothing to hold her back this time. Thrilled at what she had accomplished, Moana let out a breathless laugh as she threw her arms out and just let it all her excitement come out in her joyous outburst. She took it all in–the scent of the ocean, the feeling of moving without actually walking, the sun down upon her and the sound of the waves–it was all that she wanted and more. Meanwhile Maui just smiled and watched Moana as she was caught up in her excitement. He had no desire to try to disrupt her because not only was he trusting her to take over the boat by herself, but because that pure joy on her face was a wonderful sight to behold. She was following what was in her bloodline for many generations–something that had to be contained for way too long–and just seeing that she was truly meant to be out on the ocean made him feel a little proud that he was able to help her accomplish her dream. He wasn’t the only one who was happy for her though. Only one person on the island saw Moana’s boat and she knew without a doubt that Moana was on it, but she didn’t try to stop her granddaughter in any way. Tala beamed as she caressed the pendant part of the necklace around her neck. The blue shell and the gray spiral was a perfect reflection of the ocean that Moana was now a part of. “Thank you for listening to my prayers.” She thanked the gods for finally granting Moana’s deepest wish. Had Tala been given even a hint of what was to come–had she been aware of the long chain of events that first began the night before, or what would happen when Moana would return to the island–had she known exactly what would be at stake, she would have called out for Moana and yelled at her to not be out on the waters for too long. Had she told Moana to come back before the sun would be low enough to change the colors of the sky to darker hues on one side of the world while turning it to lighter hues on the other, then she would have had the earliest and maybe only possible chance to prevent what was to come. Instead Tala smiled and returned back to her fale, unaware that the powers of fate would soon come crashing down upon them all like a great wave.

Sha, la, la, la, my oh my, look at the boy–oh wait that doesn’t count this time. Its funny how there are things I’ve considered tying into the story and then I’m all ‘Ok yeah, totally doing that after all then’ and the end result makes Maui suffer even more than he needs to. On the other hand the water fight was my personal favorite of the scenes to write out in this chapter. Unfortunately, Moana and Maui might get one or two moments of fun together in the next chapter before everything goes horribly downhill. I’m not even going to deny it if you guys are getting an idea of what is going to happen in the next chapter. One of the things I’m annoyed about in the original film is what the heck was the deal with Maui and Tamatoa and why the latter’s leg got torn off, in addition to the fact that Tamatoa knew exactly what Tala must have told Moana. Ironically I was working on a ‘what if’ fan fic about Tamatoa’s past before this one and some of those ideas have made a cameo here so far. So I’ve done five or so chapters this January, but I need to slow it down as I don’t want to ruin the quality of this story. I actually need to go back and edit some chapters that REALLY need it and rushing these chapters out may of had something to do with that. Because of how important the next few are, I may need to limit myself to three or even two chapters a month (and trust me, these will be the good chapters. I’ve been looking forward to them for a reason). So I got some interesting news for those of you who wanted this fan fic to have a little more ship tease involved. I will be doing a special one shot called ‘Ocean’s Duet’ and it can be regarded as canon to this story if you want it to (and it would take place during this chapter), so keep your eyes out for that. And now this way I can make all my readers happy while giving something exclusive to the shippers. I’m STILL holding to my rule of no full on romance until Moana is of age in that one shot, but hopefully what I can provide will be good enough... for now. Anyway, I need to see how the princesses are holding up. -*???*- “You should probably hurry it up before Rapunzel goes insane.” The writer watched from the shadows as Mulan cautioned three familiar looking Disney characters while she and the other three princesses were still trapped in the well designed and rather heavy cage. And who was outside the cage ready to help them? “Ok, on the count of three!” Hercules cautioned as he, Wreck-it-Ralph, and Maui were crouched down at the bottom of the cage. “One. Two. THREE!” They all lifted the cage up long enough for the girls to escape before tossing it aside. “Oh thanks a lot you guys!” Belle sighed in relief. “I was worried someone wouldn’t come to help us in time!” “And that’s my cue to leave.” The writer decided. “But first... HEY!” She quickly popped out of the shadows and alerted the Disney characters to her. “I totally ship you with Elsa from Frozen!” The writer pointed to Ralph, who was insanely confused at this. “I have something similar to say about you guys, but not all of my readers want to hear it again!” She pointed at Moana and Maui. “Also one last thing!” She pointed at Belle. “The live action remake of your movie better be good! I’ve been looking forward to it for ages!” And with that, the writer ran for her life before any of them realized that she was part of the reason why they were all there to begin with. “Wait a minute.” The writer looked around in confusion as she realized someone was missing. “Where did he go?” “Hey Tamatoa?” She called out, but there was no response. “Uh... fish dinners!” She yelled out the part of his song that was now a meme on YouTube. Still no response. “Oh, this isn’t good.” She gulped.

Also, for those of you who cared about who was who while playing Super Smash Brothers, Rapunzel was Yoshi, Mulan was Link, Belle was Robin, and Moana was Greninja.

#disney's moana #moana fan fiction #little mermaid au #moana #maui #pua #heihei #mini maui #(yes mini maui is still around)#tamatoa #secret cameo character #a handful of cameos in A/N #The one shot mentioned will get its own unique tags in the future #innocent warrior #the ocean #I'm aware of that one concept art with the leg getting ripped off #I'm following what I had already established in chapter 3 #platonic

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