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punksyeet · 2 months ago

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- Halloweekend ❥

Plot: Jon and Trin are known for hosting the best holiday parties. So when Gianna (OC) and Josh attend their Halloween themed one, they have a great time — in more ways than one.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!

A/N: this one-shot was originally written and posted on my wattpad at the beginning of this month, so ntm on me posting a spooky chapter damn near thanksgiving! please and thank you! 😭

anywho, hope yall enjoy! 🩶

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"Aye baby!" my man calls from downstairs. "You almost ready?"

"Coming!" I call back, unplugging my hair straightener and putting it away.

It's officially HalloWeekend and Josh and I were invited to Jon and Trin's costume party tonight.

He's going as the Joker & Trin, Galina, and I are going as sexy fairies.

I check that my makeup is to my liking, spray some yummy smelling body shimmer, and grab my purse.

"Good lord baby," Josh coos as I walk downstairs and to him.

I blush as he lifts my hand, twirling me.

"You like?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck once I’m facing him again.

He licks his lips and caresses my lower back. "Like? Mama, I love it."

I smile and stand on my tippy toes to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"We might have to use this outfit some time," he continues, grabbing handfuls of my ass through the tiny dress.

"Joshua!" I scold, playfully whacking him.

He snickers and buries his head in my neck, giving me sloppy and wet kisses.

I bite my lip and tilt my head to give him more access. "Mmm baby we gotta go. Trin is gonna kill us if we're late."

"We can be a lil late," he mutters in between kisses against my skin.

"Babyyyyy," I whine, cupping his face and pulling it away gently. "We can finish this later, yeah?"

He sticks out his lower lip and I giggle before kissing it, then wiping my lip gloss off.

I take his hand and lead us to the front door. "Come on my sexy Joker."

He smirks and brings my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

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"Thank you love," I coo as Josh takes my hand and helps me out of the passenger seat.

"You're welcome my lady," he replies, and kisses my hand.

I smile, squeeze his cheeks gently, and pull him in for a kiss before we head inside.

"BODYYYYYY!" Trin squeals once she sees me.

I laugh and she runs into my arms, giving me the biggest hug.

"You guys look amazing!" she says excitedly, hugging Josh next.

"Ma'am look at YOU!" I reply, snapping my fingers and getting low in front of her.

She bursts into laughter, pulling me back up, and wrapping me in her arms again.

"You guys really outdid yourselves this year," Josh compliments, looking around at all the decor.

There's tons of stuff: from pumpkin lights, to garland, to cauldrons, and even a smoke machine.

"Thanks uce," Jon chimes in, walking up from behind us.

"My brotherrrr!" I squeal, making him laugh and pull me into a hug, rocking us back and forth.

Throughout my time with Josh, Jon has truly become the big brother I never had.

We became close super quick and, whenever Josh and I have a falling out, he's always there to whip his brother right back into shape.

I love him to pieces! <3

"How you doin, girl?" he asks before taking a sip of his beer.

"I'm good!" I reply excitedly. "Super excited to be here. Thank you guys for inviting me."

"Please girl, you know you're always welcome!" Trin chimes in, placing a hand on his back.

Jon nods in agreement and kisses her temple.

They're so cute!

I smile as Josh places an arm around my waist.

We all share some more small talk until Galina arrives and all the girls head out back.

"Go have fun," Josh reassures me when everyone is gone. "I'm gonna hang with the guys in the living room."

"Sounds good baby," I reply, smiling and giving him a hug.

He hugs back and playfully whacks my butt.

I pull away and we share a quick kiss before I head outside.

I open the sliding door and step into the backyard.

"Lookin good girl!" Talisua, Jon and Josh's mom, calls when she sees me.

"Hi mama!" I call back, walking over.

We share a kiss on the cheek before she wraps me into a hug.

"How are you, my love?" she asks, squeezing me super tightly. "It's so good to see you."

"You too!" I reply, hugging back. "I'm doing well, yourself?"

"You know me girl," she exclaims, pulling away and turning back to the grill. "Cheffin' it up for my heifer sons and nephews."

I giggle and hug her shoulders. "You kill it on the grill, Tali. I don't blame 'em one bit!"

She laughs and pecks my cheek once more.

We share some more small talk before I head over to the girls.

Gali, Trin, and I spend time taking photos and making tiktoks until the food is done.

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** Josh's POV **

Gi and I have been here for about 3-4 hours and most of the family already left and went home.

It's mainly just the cousins / cousin-in-laws now, and we're all sat around Jon and Trin's bonfire in the yard.

"I'm gonna run to the bathroom," Gi announces, rubbing my thigh before getting up off my lap.

Everyone acknowledges her and goes back to their conversations, as she bends down to place a kiss below my ear and prances away and into the house.

This girl is gonna kill me one day.

I catch a quick glance of her ass in her costume and, before I know it, I'm painfully hard.

I do my best to hide and ignore it for a good 2 minutes, until I can't take it anymore.

"I'm gonna go check on Gi," I lie before getting up and heading inside myself.

I make a beeline to the nearest bathroom and crack the door open to see my lady leaning against the wall, her arms folded across her chest and a sly smirk on her face.

"What took you so long?" she coos sexily, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

I shake my head, closing and locking the door behind me. "You did that on purpose, huh?"

She bites her lip while opening the rest of the buttons on my top, then slides her hands up my abs and chest. "Maybe."

"You naughty lil girl," I mutter, before closing the distance between us with a wet and sloppy kiss.

She automatically responds with a smirk, sliding her tongue against my lower lip and moaning in the process.

** smut warning! **

I scoop her up by her thighs and place her onto the sink.

Without breaking the kiss, I take my shirt off and toss it aside, as well as lift up the bottom of her dress.

"You sure about this?" she asks breathlessly, placing her hand on my chest and pulling away from the kiss. "I mean, we've never..."

Her voice trails off and I lick my lips, thinking for a minute.

We've never done anything nasty anywhere except in our bed - let alone outside of our own home.

But right now, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

"Princess," I begin, pushing her lace thong to the side and rubbing her folds gently. "As long as you're comfortable, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

She throws her head back and moans quietly, moving her hips and practically riding my fingers.

"Look at you ma," I tease, pumping my fingers in and out of her clit. "Riding my fingers on a damn sink. You're so needy."

"O-only for you da-addy," she coos in between moans, still squirming.

I smirk and slide my tongue up her neck and just below her ear, leaving light hickeys on the way.

"J-Joshua! Da-daddy please!" she calls out, gripping the wrist of my hand that's inside her. "I'm s-so close already!"

"Let go mama," I mumble in between kisses against her soft skin. "Gimme that shit. Let loose for me."

A couple moans later and the entire sink, as well as her pussy and my fingers, are a mess.

"I....I made a mess," she mumbles innocently.

I chuckle, sucking her juice off my fingers. "No worries, baby. You did so good for daddy."

She blushes lightly, before I lean down and give her a quick kiss.

"I love you baby," she coos, cupping my face. "Thank you for always taking care of me."

I smile. "I love you too, pretty mama. More than you'll ever know."

We share another kiss and finish cleaning up.

“Cmon baby,” I say, holding out my hand. “My nosy ass brother is gonna tease us if we spend a minute longer in here.”

She shakes her head, her arms folded across her chest. “Aht aht.”

I raise an eyebrow and she drops to her knees and ties up her hair.

“I gotta thank you properly baby,” she coos sexily, rubbing my hard on through my jeans.

“B-baby….fuck,” I utter between moans, cupping her face. “You don’t gotta thank me. I-it’s my job.”

But before I can rebuttal any further, she’s already got my shit in her hands, jacking me off.

This girl knows just what I love.

“Mmmm,” I moan, stroking her hair. “Princess I-I need that mouth of yours.”

She smirks and immediately takes me into her mouth, her wet tongue swirling around my tip.

“G-Gi! Baby! Fuck!” I whisper, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

She takes me deeper and deeper, and eventually, starts deepthroating my shit and sucking my soul.

A couple seconds later, I feel a pit in my stomach, signaling that I’m gonna nut.

Feeling me tense up, she sucks harder and faster, grabbing ahold of my thighs for balance.

“That’s it baby,” I moan breathlessly, guiding her by her hair. “Get yo nut.”

As the warm liquid pours out of me and into her mouth, she sticks her tongue out so I can watch.

“Fuuuuck girl,” I say just above a whisper, pushing her hair out of her face. “You look so damn sexy like this.”

She smirks, swallows it all, and stands up.

** smut over! **

“You’re daddy’s girl forever,” I remind her, pulling her in by her waist. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

She nods, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing the corner of my mouth. “Always and forever.”

I smile while stroking her face and we share a quick kiss before getting re-dressed and leaving the bathroom.

"You guys were gone for a while," Jon teases with a smirk, before taking a sip from his beer bottle as we walk back outside.

Called it!

Gi blushes and I roll my eyes. "Man shut up!"

"Yeah Jon, shut up!" Trin chimes in. "Let the horn dogs be!"

Jon bursts into laughter and Gi playfully whacks her, resulting in Trin laughing and hugging her.

About an hour later, we decide to head home.

"Thank you again for having us," Gi says, before Trin pulls her into a hug.

"You're more than welcome any time," she replies, squeezing her tightly.

I smile and we all share our goodbyes.

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** Gianna's POV **

"Did you have a good time?" Josh asks, after we get under the covers.

I smile and nod. "The best."

He smiles back and wraps me in his arms.

I look up and brush our noses together. "Thank you for today, baby."

He flashes me a gorgeous smile and presses his lips to mine.

I kiss back and stroke his face, admiring his features once we pull away.

Soon enough, I get super tired out of nowhere and start yawning like it's nobody's business.

"Get some sleep mama," Josh coos, massaging my hair. "We had a long day."

I nod, kiss his chest, lay my head on it, and drift off to sleep.

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rekino2114 · 3 months ago

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Request: Virginia Arnoldson and Sophie Walten walk into bedroom to see S/O cuddle big plushie version of themselves becuase S/O miss them being away

Thanks for writing fandom since I barely see them being written, you're the best. Hope you having good day!

Virginia Arnoldson and Sophie walten seeing you cuddling a plushie of them

A/n:Thank you for requesting hope you have a great day too, I'm glad you like that I write for analog horror, I was unsure if people would like it but I'm glad you do

Virginia Arnoldson

Random fun fact: I actually did consider getting the Virginia plushie a few months ago but couldn't

You'll hear the biggest gasp ever when she sees you in bed with her plushie

She's jealous of both you and the plushie somehow, she thinks she's the only one who's allowed to cuddle with you, but on the other hand she does think the plushie of her looks adorable and wants to hug it too

You resolve the situation by making a plushie of you too and giving it to Virginia so you can cuddle together with the plushies

"I'm back, babyyyyy! *gaaaaaaaaspppp* w-what are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry Virginia, I missed you, and I...uhn had this plushie"

She takes the plush from you and glares at it while pouting

"How dare you cuddle my partner you......you adorable and cute mini me"

"......are you jealous of the plushie or me?"

"I-I dunno it looks adorable where did you find it?"

"I actually made it myself, to have a memento of you even when you're gone"

"Awwwwww that's the cutest thing ever,...Uhm can I.....ask for something?"

"Sure what?"

"Can you make a plushie of yourself...so I can cuddle you too when you're not with me"

You giggle and kiss her cheek

"Sure thing, my oreo cookie, I'll get started on it right now"

"Yay thanks you're the best"

Sophie walten

She's embarrassed to say the least

She's a bit weirded out by it at first, but after she sees how cute the plushie is and how much you missed her, she accepts it

Shopie is still a bit jealous of the plush, though. She's just too embarrassed to ever admit it. when she let that show for a little bit, Jenny could not stop teasing her

"Hm? What are you doing y/n?"

"O-oh Sophie, sorry I......I just missed you a lot and-"

"Is that a plushie of me?"

"......Y-yeah sorry again I-"

"N-no, it's fine......it's actually kinda cute, I guess, and really well done"

"Oh thanks a lot"

"It's nothing........but can you cuddle just me from now on?"

"Are you.......jealous?"

"O-of course not.......it's just kinda weird when you have the real me"

"I guess ok you wanna start now?"

"Y-yeah thanks"

You wrap your arms around her and you start to cuddle

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antion-bewitching-bitch · 2 months ago

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Chapter 2 : A Fierce Chariot

Descendants x Male OC [Can be read as self-Insert] Masterlist | Previous | Next

An: WE ARE SO BACK BABYYYYY. Welcome new comers and old comers! Chapter 2 has finally arrived! I will not bore you any longer and just go straight for it! Although I am saddened that its just 2.9k I will repay you with a promise to make Chapter 3, 4k. Hope you enjoy! Also once again, not proofread TW: None. WordCount: 2.9k

“In here, you are a witch! And you are hungry!”

Eli stared off into the distance, not bothering to listen to the Fairy GodMother’s discussion on how to be a good person. There she gave hypothetical situations and asked them what’s the right thing to do.

“In a house made of delicious baked goods. There you discover 2 kids! What do you do to them?” FGM continued with her exaggerated voice and hand gestures while teacher her class

She was teaching the VKs how to be a good person, however each student was either not paying attention or not grasping the lesson being taught.

Val was obsessing on the wand so much she already made a detailed drawing of it. Evie alongside Jay and Carlos was participating but choosing all the wrong answers.

“You baked them!” Evie answered

FGM gave them a sad shake of the head, she was doing what she taught was the best. She continued on and on with her lesson doing her best to show them what was right! She noticed Mal and Eli not paying much attention so she gave them her attention.

“Mal! Eli! Do you think you can give the correct answer?”

“You stop them from eating your baked house and eat alongside them, with a new dish you make.” Mal answered while continuing her drawing of the wand.

“Correct!” FGM exclaimed happily.

“How do you know the correct answers without even paying that much attention?!” Carlos whispered to her.

“It's obvious, choose the most boring option.” Mal answered him.

“Ohhhh” Both Jay and Carlos let out, getting her point.

“Hey. Eli. You okay?” Evie shook him,the entire time El was absent minded.

Eli kept thinking back about Ben and the entire thing with the dorm and what happened the morning after. He woke up to the sight of Ben. Sleeping collapsed next to each other, which made him face him when he woke up. Eli kept thinking about that sight. He might find the prince handso- wait. no, cute. However, why can’t he keep him out of his mind the rest of the day? Why did he only notice it now?

“Eli!” Evie shook him harder. Which made him fall from his chair and Evie react. “Ah! I didn’t mean to shake you that hard! I’m sorry!”

This was the wake up call Eli needed, making him stop thinking about Ben alongside his face and bo- NOPE.

The entire class looked at them both as Eli stood up and fixed his chair. Sitting back down.

“Are you alright dear?” FGM asked Eli, concerned after hearing him fall to the floor.

“Yup! Sorry ma’am…” Eli answered now no longer absent minded.

Now he sat properly like before but no longer clouded by his thoughts.

Evie then pulled him close and whispered “Hey Eli… Are you alright? You’ve been, well gone, with how you’ve been quiet. This entire time…”

Eli looked back at her and sighed, she was right. As the two converse the entire class seemed to fade to the background.

“Yeah.. It’s just, umm” He was thinking of an excuse. Something other than the truth of being infatuated with Be-. “HOME! Yeah, I’ve just missed home! That's all-” he whispered with nervousness in response.

“Ohh… Well, so do I… I too miss home a bit, this time. Away from the Isle. It’s bittersweet for me..” Evie confessed, she let out a sigh and Eli followed her eyes and looked beyond the window.

It was the sea. The Isle couldn’t be seen from this angle, but it could still remind them of it.

“Here. It's… It’s beautiful, the air is fresh, the land is bright and green… Nothing compared to back home… It has these beautiful skies outside and a soft glow from the sun, it wasn’t clouded in the stormy weather that surrounded the Isle… “ She looked towards the floor now.

“However, I miss my mother... Her voice, her face. It was weird not being able to see or hear it this morning…” she paused a bit “ It makes me think…”

Evie looked back at Eli and they looked at each other. “I don’t know why… But I’m okay not coming back home..”

“It hurts that I might not see my mom anymore, however I’m okay leaving it all behind…”

Eli was surprised. He thought she would say she wanted to come back instead of leaving, but he gets it…

Evie began to notice her frown and saddened demeanor with her voice and smiled nervously “Oh! Oh my, I didn’t quite mean to be this emotional!”

Eli took her hand and whispered back to her with a knowing glance “It’s okay… I get it..”

Evie let down her smile and softened her demeanor again. She leaned her head towards his shoulder and sighed “I don’t know anymore.”.

゜・。. ♡ ♧ ◇ ♤ .・゜゜・

As the class went agonizingly longer than it should, it was interrupted by a knock on the door towards the class.

Everyone’s attention went to it as it opened.

“Oh my!” FGM gasped. Seeing her daughter and prince Ben come in. “Everyone, please greet Ben and my lovely daughter Jane!”

“Good Morninggg” They greeted tiredly without Jay.

Eli and Evie were now in a tired mess on their desk, with Mal still drawing without a care in the world. Meanwhile Carlos was having a hard time battling his fatigue with Jay who already got lost in the fight and was asleep in his chair.

While Jane was a nervous mess looking around the VKs with fear, Ben felt pity for them. After Jane gave FGM the needed files to look other, she hid behind Ben.

“Miss FGM, how long have you been teaching the class?” Ben asked, seeing the tired mess they are.

“Hmmm.. I think it’s been an hour or so?” FGM answered while she checked out the document.

“It's been four….” Eli and Evie answered in a tired voice. Both hungry and tired.

FGM gasped and hand over the document to her daughter Jane, “Oh my! It’s been that long? Oh dear, go ahead. Class is over for today, go have lunch my dear. I apologize for not sensing the time…”

“Since your classes are over. Why not have a break with me!” Ben invited them. Mal raised her brow and shook her head. However, everyone else was curious.

“Will we get food? Can we get those brown, ‘sweet’ ones or something?” Carlos asked him

Ben giggled “Chocolate? Sure! I can get us anything. Being the prince does have its perks after all.” He bragged and grinned.

“Well what are we waiting for! Let's go!” Carlos stood up, winning the battle against his fatigue after hearing the mention of food.

“Well it's good you still have spirits. Jane, why don’t you join them?” FGM asked her.

“What! Jo-join them?” Jane stuttered.

Hearing that Jane might join them, Mal immediately changed faces and targeted her. Knowing she’s the daughter of the FGM, she might get some information for the wand.

“Yeah. Jane, join us. It’ll be fun!” Mal smiled cheerfully, faking it so she can try to use Jane.

Jane then looked back at her mother and saw her nod to join them “F-fine, I-I mean sure! I can join…” he laughed nervously.

Ben then walked in front of Evie and Eli, leaving Jane behind and kneeling down to be leveled with the two.

“You two, still alive?” He questioned them, tilting his head and grinning.

Eli’s ears reddened a bit and both still groaned pathetic “no….”

゜・。. ♡ ♧ ◇ ♤ .・゜゜・

“So Jane!” Mal started. “What’s it like having such a powerful and loved mom? Isn’t it weird that she’s your teacher too?”

They all were eating together at the same table, being able to eat whatever they wanted with Ben’s treat for them.

Jane was jittery at the beginning, but after a lot of sweet talking from Mal and Evie. She got less and less scared and more open with them. The entire time Mal was being extra friendly with her, telling her she’s so pretty with a new spell and all that.

Which made Jane a bit flustered. She did like the idea of a new look, so after being able to lure her. Mal was able to question her about FGM’s wand and whatnot.

Ben didn’t notice surprisingly, for the entire time he was conversing with both Carlos and Jay. Telling the two boys to go try out going to Tourney with him.

“How about you Eli? Why not join us on Tourney?” Ben tilted his head asking him.

“Tourney? Why would I ever?” Eli asked ‘was it not obvious that he wasn’t the athletic type?’ He thought.

Ben tried to answer “Oh- You don-”

“The guys? I know buff guys are your type~” Jay bantered with Eli. Whispering the last part intimately into his ear.

Eli blushed and just swatted him away. Jay laughed in response.

“He’ll never- join a thing like.. that Prince Ben.” Carlos began to tell Ben while munching on his food. “He doesn’t like sweating or doing any exercise.” He continued with his mouth full.

“Don’t talk while you’re chewing Carlos, you might choke…” Ben advised him, he then continued with “Also Ben is enough. No… No need to call me prince…” while talking he was a bit distracted after seeing how close Eli and Jay were.

Carlos just nodded, not answering since was still chewing his food. Ben then began to notice how close Eli and Jay were, not just their relationship, but also how close they physically were.

‘Wh-Why do I care??? I’m a Prince! I shouldn’t be like this!’ Ben grimaces at his thoughts.

“Hey Ben.” Eli called his attention. Ben made eye contact with him and hummed curiosity.

“When will we get that stuff for the room? We only have one bed?” He asked

“You guys only have one bed?!” Evie was shocked after hearing that.

Ben chuckled and answered with a wide smile “We do. For now we’ll have to share.”

“When will we get stuff then?” Eli repeated

“Do you not like cuddling with me?” Ben joked, capturing everyone’s attention. “Don’t worry too much, we’ll go out this weekend together!” he answered quickly after the joke.

He continued putting up that smile, with his ear’s bright red after that silly joke he did.

Everyone raised their eyebrows with Eli flustered and surprised.

Meanwhile, Mal was building a close friendship with Jane. Getting useless information about the wand. The only reason she went along, was proving to be useless. Jane just sprouted more and more about her mommy issues than the magic she wanted.

They continued to eat lunch together, with Ben trying to create close bonds with them. Agreeing to meet and chat more later that day. Ben planned and wished to be close with the VKs, it was his plan to bring them here anyways.

Being able to bond with Carlos and Jay later that day with Tourney and athletics. While being able to chat with both Evie and Eli afterwards at the library, he once again tried with Mal but was completely pushed out and even got the doors closed at his face. Saddening for the little prince.

゜・。. ♡ ♧ ◇ ♤ .・゜゜・

While Ben and Eli walked back to their shared dorm, they were met by Aubrey and some of her friends.

“Benny boo!” She exclaimed with a Honeyed voice.

She went and grabbed him by the arm.

“Why not come with me! I’d love to hear about your day!” Aubrey asked, clearly trying to get Ben alone. Eli clearly picking up on this simply ditched him.

Ben stood there, betrayed that his friend left him. Left to deal with Aubrey, his girlfriend. She then pulled him away from the hallway into the private gardens of the royal dormitory, leaving alongside her crew.

“What is it?” Ben asked her straightforwardly.

Aubrey dropped her smile and frowned “Can’t you at least pretend to be loving?”

She stood face to face with him. Their relationship is one that everyone knows about, seen as a couple who loved each other, go on countless dates and more so. However the truth is far from the facade they both put up.

Ben repeated his question, getting more impatient “What is it?”

In a private place like this garden, only scandalous things occur between them. Either a night with a lover, or a fight. It seemed like the latter was what Aubrey planned.

“I heard your favor towards those… peasants.” She continued getting more and more furious. “Not only do you have to make that bullshit wish of bringing them, you even go so far as to even be dormed with one.” She finished off.

Ben scoffed. “You haven’t changed, not one bit. Still seeing others beneath you, you’re no fit for even a princess you masquerade as.”

“How dare you! You see these ville monsters higher than me? Those with parents who have done countless atrocities? Have you forgotten their crimes!” She screeched.

Ben stood his ground and eyes her sharply “That is their parents! Not them! Have you no empathy? Knowledge? Understanding? Do you continue to make yourself ignorant to the harshness of that sentence towards the Isle; how unbearable it is to the people borned there, who have no choice but to live there!”

“That isn’t our problem! One way or another they deserve to be there! They’re all but monsters!” Aubrey answered, furious that Ben isn’t understanding her. “Do you know how much you being related to them affects me! I’ve seen how you eye Mal. I’m not stupid!”

“Don’t bring her into this. She’s innocent!” Ben defended. He did find her beautiful but that is a different thing.

“How can I not! They’re already people gossiping about you two! People aren’t stupid! We all saw how you reacted to her hand” She interjected him.

“You bargained us to happen; you promised me this position, yet you go along and threaten it with her!” Aubrey practically screamed. If she screamed louder, people nearby even in the halls would hear and notice. However she is becoming more and more emotional, no longer caring for the rational.

Ben continued to glare at her “As I said, Mal isn’t an enemy. It’s just you being caught up in that fake position of yours!”

“Then what about your mother! How will I face her now?! If this continues, even she will hear about this!” She countered. She knew what to use against him.

Ben looked down, he was always defeated whenever Aubrey would bring up his mother. If it weren’t for her setting the both of them up herself, he would never be engaged with her. “Forget it, you can’t even be reasoned with.”

Ben walked away, deciding to just ignore her and just leave her. Aubrey became more and more frantic with rage.

“Don’t think you can run from this Ben! How! How will I face her!” She screamed as he walked out of the garden.

Aubrey fell to the ground, plucking the garden’s grass and anything she can get her hands on with all her rage. She wanted to channel it, all she can do now is just scream and scream while doing so.

Ben continued walking, ignoring everyone’s stares and voices along the way. It seemed Aubrey’s screams only made the rumors about him and Mal worse. He wasn’t even aware of it until she brought it up to him.

゜・。. ♡ ♧ ◇ ♤ .・゜゜・

The next day, Eli was helping Evie with some guy’s homework. He was with Mal and Evie at their dorm afterclasses. It seemed that this guy Evie was helping was named Chad, who she adored from first sight alone. Mal was annoyed by something. She had books layed on her bed, alongside the book her mother gave her.

“Oh, have I told you? I heard the wand would be out at Ben’s coronation.” Evie stated while working on something

“Hmmm… The plan towards Jane isn’t working, maybe we can just snatch it then?” Mal considered.

Eli looking through the problems and solving them with ease continued “Well you’ll only be able to snatch it if you’re literally next to it. In the coronation, everyone’s far away from the FGM.”

Mal contemplated a bit.

“Not if you’re with royalty…” she thought. A realization dawned on her “Hey, Eli. How strong is Ben’s and Aubrey’s relationship right now?”

“In the wrecks! Have you not heard the rumors about you and him? Literally yesterday he came back to our room a mess!” Eli answered, putting down the random guy’s homework. He then asked Mal “What about it?”

“What if I make him fall for me?” Mal considered.

Evie gasped “He does have a thing for you!”. She put down her work and came close to her and Eli.

“Do you think the book has something about making someone fall for you?” Evie asked

The two then flipped through the pages, Eli on the other hand was on the fence.

There was something there in him that was against it, but they were only here for a short period anyways. They planned to steal the wand, open the Isle, and go home. Right? That’s it. Only it. Right?

While Eli was in his standstill, Evie and Mal found it. Love cookies! The VKs have now formed their plan. They were going to make the very prince himself fall heads over heels for Mal.

“Mother would be proud…” Mal said under her breath. Joyous that she found her saving grace. That night, the VKs would come together and ponder longer. Plan, form their attack.

An: Are you satisfied? The VKs finally found their move to get the wand! With Aubrey and Ben's relationship in the rocks with their recent argument. The revelation about Ben's mother's hand over their relationship and even more things to come. I hoped you enjoyed this fic! It is rather slow or something in my opinion, but it is still good for a comeback. Personally I think its a little rushed since I wanted to make a comeback finally, but still. Anyways, comment/reblog bellow on your opinions and thoughts! It will be very appreciated.

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prettypinkporkchop · 6 months ago

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How do you think the pack would react to their imprint being scared of dogs. Like terrified so the reader doesn't like their wolf forms at all.

Have a good day❤️❤️❤️

"Okay, you ready?'' Sam gives you a quick kiss. "Yes. I am." You smile up at him. He backs up and starts removing his clothes.

His body starts cracking, and then, a wolf stands in front of you. Your heart starts to pound, and you slowly back away. "Nope! Nope! Sam, I don't like this!"

He instantly changes back and puts his clothes back on.

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Sam wouldn't mind at all. You would never have to see them in wolf form!

"Wait, no, you're actually scared of my wolf form?" He smiles. You nod your head, "Uh, yeah." You laugh. "Don't worry," he puts his hand in yours, "none of us will hurt you." You pull yourself into his side. "You won't because I won't be around your gigantic paws." You laugh.

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Homie thinks it's funny but feels bad at the same time. He didn't even try to get you to see his wolf form. All you know from what he's told you, his fur is brown.

The wolf standing in front of you cowers. You still stand back. "I have to get over this." You mumble to yourself. The wolf glides closer to you. You reach your hand out to try and pet him. Instead, you get shaky and run away.

A few seconds later, you hear Quil calling your name, chasing after you. "Baby! It's over! Im running on two legs now!" You stop running and whip around to face him. He pulls you in a hug. "Never again. Wimp." You punch his shoulder.

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While he is protective and guarding you from seeing the pack in their wolf form, he makes fun of you. But, if anyone else makes fun of you *cough* *cough* Embry, he will get so mad.

"Damn, girl. You can run!" He grabs your shoulders, turning you around. "I can hear your heart. Slow down." He frowns and strokes your hair. You nod and look away from him. "Hey," he pulls your chin up to look at him, "don't you dare feel embarrassed. It's kind of cute! But... now I know we can't have a pet dog." He pouts.

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Homie's just upset he won't have a pet dog with you.

"Alright, no more!" He yells at Jared, who is making fun of you. "I get it. I'm terrified." You roll your eyes. Paul wraps his arm around your shoulder. "We'll work on it." He whispers in your ear.

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He tries and tries to get rid of your fear. It's up to you if it works or not.

You told him your fear of big dogs. He never phased in front of you. He keeps you away from it all. He does not make fun of you. It makes him feel ashamed of himself, and you end up comforting him.

Leah feels awful about your fear. She does not phase in front of you. Although, she got mad and did one time. Afterward, she cried and held you all night. She doesn't even bother to tell the pack. It's none of their business!

Lots of: "Well, I won't hurt you."

"I understand. I love you."

He never forces you. And like Leah, he doesn't tell the pack. He keeps it to himself. He shields you from your fears.

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"Oh, babyyyyy!" He sings while walking in the house. "Yes?" You call out and walk to the front door. He's standing there with a wide grin, holding an orange cat. "I hope he has orange cat behavior." You gush over the kitten and pick him up. "DID YOU NAME HIM?" You aggressively ask Seth. He lifts his hands up, "All you. Although, I was thinking Garfield."

#twilight #embry call #jacob black #jared cameron #paul lahote #sam uley #seth clearwater #twilight wolfpack #leah clearwater #quil ateara

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sillypotatoess · 5 months ago

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WHAT THE HELL?!

What was the last chapter?! My baby Kenji! He is just a innocent boy! My little Kenji! AAAAAAAAA I AM LOSING MY MENTAL STRANGE! My babyyyyy! BSD is turning to JJK. Everyone but WHY MY KENJI?!

Look at his face! How cute and innocent! Just a silly sunflower boy! He is even positive while he dies! What harm did he do to you?!

Anyway Tecchou and Kenji are so cute. They are one of the best duo in BSD. They are buddies now. I WISH TECCHOU WON'T DIE TOO. I believe Kenji, Tanizaki, Kunikida and Teruko will come back because why not? THEY MUST or we need to do "will live" method. I must start now.

Tanizaki was so angry but he was calm here. It must hurt... It looks so painful. I am sad about Tanizaki. I prefer he is alive. At the same time I am glad to know Naomi isn't his sister. All fans know their relationship and it's creepy when think them as siblings. I know the Naomi in his book but I wasn't sure is it same in the anime. I am wondering her family now but MY KENJI AAAAAAA!

Our girlbosses are coming! I think they will be great duo. I believe they will find a way to come. I think Lucy cares Atsushi so much . She even thinks what make him sad but I don't want think the only reason Lucy doesn't want Kyouka dies because of Atsushi. I still want think Lucy and Kyouka as big sister-little sister relationship. They are so powerful girls and they will help us.

HOW CAN YOU SMILE LIKE THAT?! WTF

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semisolidmind · 2 years ago

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Hey Semi, I'm glad to see you're out of jail and back to monkey business(😆)!! I absolutely adore the Sun kids designs, all of them have so much personality!

I am curious though: How would the kids + MK (and wukong, hoo boy) feel about modern lmk Reader choosing to be with Macaque and having a kid with him? Like, I know the consequences would be unpleasant at best but i kinda want Reader and Macaque to get a somewhat happy ending, they've both been through a lot

Anyway, I made a quick doodle of what she might look like, hope you like it!

(she's so cute!! just a lil babyyyyy :) thank you, she's perfect)

and that situation turns out about as well as you think it does.

but in a perfect world where swk is somehow defeated for good, our poor, battered protagonists get the happy ending they deserve.

#the royal sun children

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imaginespazzi · 6 months ago

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GH Chapter 6 babyyyyy. Oooh girl, I needed this fluff! Feeling a little down in the dumps as our embryo transfer failed, and honestly this perked me up! No worries though I am remaining positive as we have a few more frozen embryos so we shall try again :) But truly reading this chapter yesterday gave me such a boost! Thank you :) REACTIONS - My only negative feedback/correction is that it is indeed, as easy for a literal child to buy alcohol in eastern Europe as it is to buy coke 😂😂😂 wild place. - The whole sequence of them in the gazebo, P bringing up the date, the angst, anticipation, butterflies brought me back to being 15. Which is a huge feat because girl, it was a while ago lol - "She does none of the above. Instead Azzi kisses Paige back." Oh thank the lord above Azzi Fudd LET YOUR LOINS LEAD YOU and chill a bit - Their hearts talking to each other. What a beautiful depiction of what it would feel like to be kissing your person again after all this time. Although I am firmly in the camp of them having had some sort of physical/sexual interaction either during Ps marriage or after her divorce teehee - “I- I broke your heart. I broke us. How could you possibly want that again. How could you possibly want me again?” AZZI does she have to spell it out in sky writing? She loves you and will always love you and will always want you. Forever. One step forward two steps back with this one eh - "Take it slow and see where it goes and maybe we’ll- maybe we’ll be even better this time.” See Paige is wise. Our dumb blonde is not so dumb when it comes to MATTERS OF THE HEART. And Vagina. - THE RULES. You been spending too much time w/ @pb524830 haha. Hopefully you don't EDGE US TO DEATH like a certain someone did for the first part of PnP. - I wanna know did they like sit down and have a formal conversation about what the rules are? Also what is within the kissing boundary lol Tongue? Little boob squeeze? Giving themselves blue-clits over here. Better buy batteries for their vibrators at Costco prob going through a couple double-As every 3 days. - But in all honestly the thought of them making out on Azzis couch after Stephie is in bed, then having to separate and have Paige go back to her house at the end of the night is very high school and precious and cute. - Ok girl you know the car seat thing was the highlight for me. You put a big smile on my face by including that I LOVED IT. And its pu-ple!!!! cute cute cute cute - “You look really happy today sweetheart,” Tim says softly. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 - Dying at the contrast of Stephie thinking the sun shines out of P's ass and she is the moral and Christ-like center of the universe while Jon and Jose are like um no this bitch is a menace you don't even know - Awwww are the 3 of them gonna sleep in a queen sized bed w/ Stephie in the middle. I can't. Lil family - “you won’t- you won’t run away again tomorrow morning will you?” make me cry again why don't you - I think hearing EVERYONE around her calling P 'Paige' has gotta switch up Stephies name for her at some point. Maybe hearing Drew call her Paigey will influence her? Overall this was such delicious fluff and perfect whisps of angst. Made my day- my week! Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Am I terrified for whats to come? YUP! But hopefully you can preserve our hearts a little bit by keeping up some tender fluff throughout 😭 <3 🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼

Aww bby sending you so much virtual love and hugs. I'm glad this chapter cheered you up and I'm manifesting so hard for it to work next time <3

LMAO I did actually think of this but then was like when would Paige have time to just walk around Minsk and find alcohol lol?

That whole scene is veryy vaguely inspired by my own first kiss so it was actually pretty easy to write and I just channeled my inner 15 year old (been a while for me too) into it

NOT THE LOINS LMAO I had a feeling you'd appreciate the "plot twist"

Azzi's just an overthinker BUT SHE'S WORKING ON IT! In the meantime I guess blondie has custody of their one shared braincell.

LMAO I don't think anyone will ever get to the level of edging that @pb524830 did like she's simply just the queen of sexual tension and making us suffer.

THE CAR SEAT SCENE REALLY WAS FOR YOU SO I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT

I'm so attached to Miss Buecks like I lowkey don't want to have Stephie call her anything else and I can't think of any other original nickname that only Stephie would call her.

#ask #fic talk #🤱🏼 anon my personal jester <3 #why is everyone so terrified? y'all i can write happy!

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teddybeartoji · 7 months ago

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On the topic of hybrids I saw this fanart https://x.com/yoyoyonpi_01/status/1808476879143243991?s=46&t=XGBFD-wdrILvWhANiNijqg and I like how most people agree that Suguru is a fox/kitsune and Satoru is a snow leopard but Shoko is a Raccoon here!!!! And she’s soooo cute! Idk if raccoon fits personality wise but appearance wise she looks soo cute with the dark circles and bushy tail and her nose I wanna boop it!!!

WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVELOVE LOOOVE SUGU AS A FOXX!!!!!!!! I THINK IT'S SOOSO PERFECT FOR HIMM!!!!!!!!!! AND EEEEEEE SHOKO LOOKS ADORABLEEEE:(((( THE EARS THE EARRSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hehehe i think i do like the fennec fox!shoko agenda a bit more though butt!!!! the raccoon version is still so good!!!!!!1

AND THEEENNNNN MY BABYYYYY MY BABIEST BABYYY:(((( MY ANGEL DARLING SNOW LEOPARD SATORUUUU WAAAHHH I'VE MISSED HIM SM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S AS CUTE AS EVERRR:33333 HIM AND HIS FANGSS HEHEHEEE MY FAVOURITE LITTLE CREATURE!!

THANK U SM FOR SHOWING ME THIS NONNIE MY LOVE!!!!!!!! i'm hoping to get back into the hybrid train bc i really wanna write more for themm but i am kinda tired again today smhhhh but still!!! thank you sm!!!!!!!! i love you i love you i love you!!!!!!!! MWAAAAAAAHHH!!!

#EEEEEEEEEE ALSO PEEP AT STSG'S TAILS TOGETHERR!!!!!!#THEY'RE SO GAYY:33333333333333 #I LOVE THEMMMM!!!!!#MY CUTIESSSS #OH AND UR SO RIGHT NONNIE I REALLY WANNA BOOP SHOKO'S NOSE TOOOO:33 #friends!!#cw hybrids

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cutepastelstarsalior · 1 year ago

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Cooke high live blog part 3 (final)

Episode 9

Joan house burn down :(

Abe for some reason wants to help solve conflicts??? That’s new.

Joan and Cleo having to share a room!!

Dr calling him, Mr b, and the robot dog family <3 their so husband coded. <3

Ghandi and jfk trying to peep on the girls…. :/

Joan don’t call Cleo a slut and whore that’s so mean, and you know, bad.

Is it just me or is this show getting more and more sexual?

THE HUSBANDS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

Is both cute and interesting to see Abe trying to act like his clone father. It makes me wonder if all the clone have some sort of internal struggle with trying to hold the expansion with the originals? I know Joan was wondering if she’s hear voices like her mother…

This post is getting to long

Episode 10

I think these episodes on Hulu are out of order…. Episode 9 was supposed to be before 8, and this one; 10 was supposed to be after 8….

……,Ponce is giving me bad vibes. Like, I think he’s going to kill himself vibes…

JFK getting defensive when Ponce tries to be emotional and talk about feeling. It’s neat to see how angry jfk gets, like on a psychological level…

Did this dude actually die from littler????? I’m mean technically he drowned in his own blood….Wait. That makes me wonder, when a clone dies, would the government just like, revive or recline the clone? Because the clone is of a famous person, I don’t think the government would be that willing to let the clones die..

Doc. Dude let the man grief/say goodbye to his son.

Something something jfk trying to sleep in the coffin with ponce…something something grief and love and poetry….

I forgot that ghandi was accidentally sent to jail…

JFK crying!!!! Him seeing the ghost of his dead best friends!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH nice. Nooooooo jfk wishing for his friend back 🥺🥺🥺

Awe cleo comforting jfk

Hmmm don’t know how to feel about the jail rape stereotypes…..😬

“He was white and privileged” wow. Never thought I’ll heard that from a show from 2003? Interesting.

Joan gives Abe a frohead kiss :) Abe gives a forehead kiss to jfk :)

Episode 11

Omg a Christmas episode :0

“It’s been a year since the United Nations abolished religious holidays in favor of the non-offensive all inclusive snowflake day” what……wait didnt one episode it showed ghandi reading a scroll?

Cartoon holiday are cool :)

Why is their winter clothes only scarfs???

Abe having to clean dishes…:mood. :/ why don’t their job have one of those big dishwashers?

Holy shit??????? Omg my gi why they have Abe eat glass???? Why did I find it funny???

Mr b lounging on a bear rug <3

Kind of what to see fanart of Abe with scars on his mouth…

:0 claymation!???!!!!

This world feels slightly dystopian. Cars greeting assistants? A holiday to get rid of the other holidays that was successful in a year???? Clones??? 👀

Joan thinks of her, her grandfather, Cleo, and Cleo’s mom as family :)

Interesting to see Abe with anger issues

DID JOAN PUT FUCKING RAZOR BLADES IN THE FOOD?????

God please tell me there art of Abe with scars.

Episode 12

HELEN OF TROY???????? Greek mythology/greek gods are real??

The random gore is sometimes so jarring….

Makeover time whooo!! :)

Marie having a crush on ghandi is cute

Whoo jfk helping ghandi!!

Forgot to mention this, but the background colors for this show is cool. They usually solid colors a lot, and it’s mostly either cold colors; blue, purple, green; or warm colors of red, yellow, pink, and orange too. It’s cool :)

I didn’t know. I didn’t know you didn’t have a mom. Iconic.

Why is abe and Cleo in a gradient void?

Interesting to see Abe being confused on his feeling for Joan or Cleo. It does feel a bit random tho…

Episode 13

Last episode babyyyyy!!!!! Oh thank god. These post is so long…

Did…did Abe get a different foster dad? I swear he looks different…

👀 oh hey it’s all the pass side characters/antagonists!!! Cool

Joan and jfk having an emotional but random talk is neat.

Doc stabbing the actor in the eye….then wore the bloody very Carrie of him. (I never seen Carrie)

Did ghandi make out with 10 guys?????

Pounce’s ghost with Jesus????

Conga line will save the day

Stamos and the doc were total exs…..

:0 gasp Joan and jfk made out

Wow. That how it ends. Everyone frozen in the meat locker.

Hmmmm. I can see why this show was popular, but I can also see why it faded out of people’s memories. It’s a 13 episode show from 2003, there not a lot to talk about.

The show is decent. You have to get over the black humor/racist jokes, lots of sex stuff, and random gore, but AFTER those, it’s pretty ok? I think the only people that had like, character development was Abe and maybe Joan?

Season 1

4/10.

#clone high #clone high spoilers #clone high season one #my thoughts #long post

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cupcakesmoothie · 2 years ago

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Time for liveblog again!

Ooh so it's NOT the segments?

Awww poor baby. POOR BABY he's quiet scared

They were chasing him??

GIRLBOSS

Oh my god Pantalone you ass

Lmaoo MC bringing up the Doctor

The soulmates discuss is interesting. I think it's probably cause MC is the only one who can put up with him lmao

:00000 That is a BURN. Jezuz

Fontaine is political as fuck holy

Wooooow. That is brutal.

GIRLBOSS!!

Awww he trusts her

A new opponent has arrived!

IT'S ONE OF THE SEGMENTS BABY

Dottore POV TIME

Yo the Beta segment teasing is unreal

Dottore lying to himself (Literally)

Epsilon doesn't wear a mask?? That is interesting.

Ooh interesting word choice

Ahaha did it work?

Oh Epsilon you don't even know

Oh Dottore you don't even know

Oh. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Dottore you got PLAYED

Lowkey, Epsilon might be my favourite

Oh my god, they PLANNED this shit? Good lord these assholes

The perks of actually having feelings fr

CAUGHT FEELINGS BITCH

Oh Dottore you're too late

Back to MC!

Gamma!

Oh MC is going to learn about the segments this chapter isn't she

Ahaha those guys are going to die aren't they

Gamma is nervous huh. I wonder if any of them know who MC is yet.

Kappaaaaaaaa babyyyyy

Yo is he JUST noticing her?

Oh they have a code

Oh poor Gamma, this entire interaction is so cute

Oh wait, wait, omg wait

OH WAIT WAIT I'M SCREAMING OH MY GOD

HE KNOWS!!!!

What is happening. How old is MC in this actually. I don't even remember which were the ones who had to look for Kappa

Ok I looked at it, it's Theta and Gamma

Yo Gamma just LEFT

AaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HE KNOWS!!!!!

BACK TO DOTTORE

Oh Iota I think he's going to have a lot more on his plate to be mad at you

Actually, now that I think of it, MC is probably the only source of affection besides the other segments that they have

Dottore you are not helping.

Zeta you asshole

Ooh lore

These segments are all so mean smh

Dottore can't stop thinking about her LMAOOO. Delusional mf

Oh fuck

Ohhhhhh fuck. Gamma why did you leave her alone

Get SCARED bitch

HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and cruel and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, dottore.

notes: this wasn't as long as i wanted for it to be but im just happy i got it out on time aufhdasuidfh i didn't think i'd be able to. i’m v sorry i haven’t answered asks yet! i promise i’ll get to it this weekend, i just got home

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

“Hand the boy over.”

You recognized the men standing at the end of the hall now that they had come a bit closer—two nobles who had been down in the ballroom for the event. You didn’t know their first names but Artem had pointed them out as being part of the Skliar Family of western Snezhnaya, a family that was particularly anti-Fatui and loud about it… when the Fatui weren’t around, of course. They were the two younger sons of the family, a few years older than you.

Artem had been surprised that the family even showed up and you figured that they probably had ulterior motives…

… but this?

Your arms tightened a bit around the sleepy boy resting in them and he shifted a bit, stirring at the movement. He was observant, unfortunately, and seemed to realize very quickly from the tenseness in your shoulders that something was wrong. You wanted to tell him to go back to sleep but you couldn’t push out the words from your lips before he was shifting around.

When he glanced behind him to see what was happening, his whole body started trembling, red eyes widening at the sight of the two men. He didn’t cry or let out any fearful noises, it was a sort of petrified fear that made you wish you could hide him away until you figured out what to do and how to handle this.

You looked down briefly, past his face to where his legs were hanging on either side of your body, remembering how they were all cut up and bleeding to the point it was clearly painful for him to walk on them. You figured that maybe he was just clumsy and tripped running up or down a set of stairs but then you remembered how he had been hiding when you saw him, pressed into the shadows of an alcove.

They’d been chasing him.

“Oi, girl, did you hear me? Hand the boy over,” the shorter of the two demanded harshly, taking another step forward.

You could see now from the shorter distance the anxiety that riddled his body. His fingers were trembling and his eyes were darting around as if monsters were going to sprout from the shadows and tear him to pieces.

They were bold for attacking the Fatui while in their most protected stronghold, if not a bit foolish—a part of you questioned whether or not they might be drunk, you had noticed some of the younger aristocrats guzzling down alcohol to try to make the night bearable enough to get through. You wondered if they knew that the Ninth Harbinger was naught but a few feet away from them behind the wall on their left. You might’ve commended them for their bravery were they not targeting a child.

You smiled thinly. “No.”

“No?” The taller man asked, voice low.

He moved toward you—you wondered if he meant to be threatening but you didn’t see a vision on him, and even if there was one hidden somewhere, it was hard to feel threatened when you knew that the Regrator was lurking behind a door right to your side. He had to know what was happening, you could see a shadow right beneath the crack at the bottom of the door, signaling he was standing there listening to the confrontation and ready to step in, but you figured he wasn’t making himself known because he wanted to see how you handled this.

A test. You hated tests.

You figured you’d be able to handle it if it came down to a fight. Your father and grandfather had been quick to teach you how to immobilize grown men considering you’d be taking over your family’s position in a few years and would have to be able to drag them to the cells without them overpowering you. You would rather it not come to a fight though, your family’s hydro art was dangerous and very easy to butcher with.

“That is what I said,” you replied after a moment and then added: “If you are hard of hearing I can suggest you to a doctor, I’m sure he would be willing to take a look for you. Although, I do warn you, I’ve heard his methods are rather… unsavory.”

His methods—another subject that you had yet to broach with yourself even though you knew very well that you had to think about it. You had to force yourself to keep your chin raised as you stared at the two of them for their reactions; you had heard terrible, terrible things about the Doctor while you had traveled northward through Snezhnaya. Brutal experiments, missing children, twisted creatures and monsters that he lets free from his labs when he decides them to be a failure or drained of use.

How was a man like that your soulmate?

You used to wonder, as a kid, what having a soulmate like your stepfather said about your mother. Now, you know that their bond wasn’t even real but yours was, and you were tied to one of the most dangerous and wicked and cold-hearted men in all of Teyvat.

What did that say about you?

Were you a bad person? Maybe not yet, you didn’t think so at least, but maybe you had the potential of being one, if the gods thought you fit to be with him.

The taller man was livid at your implied threat of Dottore, livid and scared, reaching for something at his side—a dagger?—and you remembered then how Artem had made a comment about how many of the antagonistic families had lost people to the Fatui, particularly to the Doctor, the Friar and the Marionette. You tensed, ready to use your vision at a moment’s notice, feeling the energy seep through you as you summoned it to your defense but the man never came toward you.

Instead, he was stopped by the shorter one.

“Hold on,” he said quietly. “That girl, she was with the Melnyks at the ball. Their heir introduced her as his fiancée.”

The taller man scoffed. “The Melnyks are so in bed with the Fatui that they’re willing to share their women now,” he spat, shooting you a look that was nothing short of derisive.

You inhaled sharply at the blatant insult. You had never been so directly disrespected like that before—in the courts of Fontaine, the nobles liked to keep their insults as passive and well-mannered as possible so that they could not be called out for making disparaging remarks about another noble family, which could cause severe financial or political trouble depending on what family had been slighted.

You were a frequent victim to those veiled insults, dealing with underhanded comments about who the Black Cells would be passed to should your grandfather pass, implying that you were unfit to be the Warden. And then, even worse, the ones where people would make offhand observations about how maybe you would be the perfect fit for Warden considering you don’t have a soulmate, because in Fontaine, it is known that only the cursed and the heartless are not given their fated partner by Celestia. You thought that if they knew who your soulmate was, they would double down on their beliefs.

“I am not something to be shared,” you said, the thin smile on your lips now void of emotion, “and I am a lot more than just a girl who is someone’s fiancée. You will find that out soon enough if you continue to test me.”

Finally, the shorter man seemed to notice the vision laying against your chest, fashioned as a pendant on a necklace and he hesitated, glancing between you and the taller man once as if debating on warning him against acting rashly.

Well, that at least confirmed that they did not have visions.

You felt significantly more confident at the realization, letting your tense shoulders relax and your arms loosen around the little boy—feeling your change in demeanor, he also seemed to relax, his tight grip on your hair releasing as he laid his head back down against your shoulder.

Did he really have that much trust in you?

But then, before the taller man could explode on you or the shorter man could warn him not to, their expressions shifted from anger and concern to downright fear—except they were not looking at you, they were looking directly behind you.

Before you could even turn to look, long and thin fingers wrapped around your shoulders, nails digging harshly into your skin—distantly, you thought for sure it would be bruised tomorrow but you were more anxious at the sudden new arrival and whether or not they were an ally or enemy.

They leaned over your shoulder a bit and as you glanced to the side with wide eyes, you caught sight of another head of silvery-blue hair, cropped short like the boy in your arms. Red eyes gleamed cruelly from within the two holes of the black and white mask he wore, a hint of something unstable simmering right beneath the surface.

“What a treat,” the man behind you said, voice lifting into a giggle that made your hair stand on end. “I had just run out of bodies to run my tests on.”

The storm was nigh.

Dottore grimaced as the winds whipped around him wildly. Above him, the tall trees of the forest creaked and groaned, threatening to topple over beneath the harsh gusts. The sun had long set but his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, sweeping across the forest floor as he followed the path from Zapolyanry Palace to the estate he owned in the area, making his way to the ruins that were just off the path.

They had yet to find the Iota segment. Dottore knew that he was still in the area of the ruins he was exploring, he could sense that much from the inherent tracking system he had for each of the segments but they hadn’t reached the ruins yet. He wondered how Epsilon hadn’t been able to find him if he was in the ruins, unless he had wandered off and then made his way back when he realized that the sun had set and a storm was coming but something didn’t sit right with him about that.

Either way, it was making Dottore antsy. He didn’t like it. The last time he had lost a segment, it had been a situation just like this a little over four hundred years ago. He felt unsettled.

“You found her.”

Epsilon’s voice didn’t even edge on accusing as he watched Dottore carefully.

He had his answer, he just wanted a confirmation.

Dottore did not intend on giving him one.

“I did not.”

Epsilon let out a small puff of amusement, nothing short of a gibe, eyeing Dottore from the corner of his eye—he was the only one of the older segments that didn’t wear a mask, the few times he did was when he was posing as Dottore in Harbinger meetings or on missions that he didn’t want to handle. He could tell from his expression that he didn’t believe a word Dottore said, if anything he thought entertaining that Dottore was trying to deny it and that only made him even more irritated.

“We all felt it,” Epsilon murmured. “The others might not have figured out exactly what it was but I did. I’m sure Lambda did too. I advise you to choose wisely as to whether or not you would prefer him or I at your side when dealing with her. We both know his desired course of action and he will do whatever’s necessary to ensure that our research is not impeded.”

“As he was created for,” Dottore said coolly, “and thus is expected of him.”

“Even at the cost of the life of your soulmate?” Epsilon questioned, studying him intensely for a reaction.

Your. That was an intentional choice of words. All of the other segments referred to you as their soulmate as well. It was never Dottore’s soulmate, it was our soulmate. Even Epsilon had appealed to him in the past by stressing that it was not just his decision as your existence affected all of them.

This was an attempt at manipulation—a carefully picked choice of word that would ignite all of the possessive and selfish tendencies that had been ingrained in Dottore ever since he was living on his own after his village case him out, hoarding anything and everything he could get his hands on, and then again, after he had enrolled in the Akademiya, dealing with people leeching onto his research to try to get credit.

What’s his was his and you, unfortunately, fell under that category as much as he might loathe to admit it.

“I can handle Lambda.” Was all Dottore said in response to Epsilon’s comment, dismissing his warning.

Epsilon made a noise as if he didn’t quite believe Dottore. Dottore didn’t acknowledge it. They continued on in silence for a few moments, the wind howling around them as they crossed the path into the old ruins of a temple of the previous Cryo Archon—crumbling towers reached high into the sky, disappearing into the clouds, and a massive derelict statue that was teetering dangerously in the wind. The snow had started to fall, they were running out of time to find the Iota segment but Epsilon didn’t look the slightest bit worried and Dottore frowned a bit, suspicion itching at the back of his mind.

“You should at least allow the younger segments to meet her,” Epsilon finally continued, completely unperturbed by the threat the storm posed to one of the younger segments. “They will be dysfunctional when they realize they never got the chance to meet her and then you will have three useless segments to figure out what to do with.”

“None of the segments will know that she is here, much less meet her,” Dottore said sharply. “I have information that needs to be obtained from her and then she is going back to Fontaine where she will stay, are we clear?”

“So you admit that she is here,” Epsilon smiled thinly, as if that was exactly what he wanted to hear, and Dottore gave him a cold look.

“Enough of your games, Epsilon. What is it that you are trying to achieve with this conversation?”

Epsilon didn’t respond. Instead, his red gaze trailed from him to somewhere behind Dottore. A sinking feeling in his stomach, Dottore turned around to see what he was looking at. Instantly, his eyes fell upon a familiar young boy standing right behind a pillar, watching them with wide eyes and a hopeful expression.

Iota.

“She’s here?” he whispered as if Dottore had just proclaimed the coming of the Celestial gods unto Teyvat, and then, more excited, he lit up: “She’s here?!”

Dottore realized, very quickly, that he might’ve just been played for a fool by his own segments. Without responding to the Iota segment, Dottore looked to the right where Epsilon was still standing. Epsilon barely acknowledged Dottore as he stepped forward with a small smile and upturned eyes.

“There you are,” he said. “We’ve been looking for you.”

He did not sound particularly relieved or frustrated—if anything, he sounded pleased. Dottore watched as he patted Iota on the head once and then turned to look at Dottore, with an expression that edged at nothing short of triumphant.

He remembered how Gamma had looked so nervous, unable to meet his eyes—he had thought it was because he was anxious over losing two of the younger segments but he realized, quickly, that it might’ve been because he was anxious about having to lie to Dottore.

Iota had been waiting for them at the ruins and Dottore knew the young segment well enough to know that unless given direct orders (sometimes even when given direct orders), the boy would panic and wander trying to find his way back until he got himself so lost that Dottore would have to shut him down until they could figure out where he was and bring him back. Someone must have told him not to move from the ruins until they arrived, and that someone…

Dottore stared at Epsilon, catching the sly look in his eyes as he turned his gaze back to Dottore. Had he planned this? Had he schemed out a situation to get Dottore alone long enough to force him to admit that you were in the palace in front of the Iota segment? Would he really go so far as to put one of the younger segments at risk to do so?

Yes, Dottore realized, watching the unmoved expression on Epsilon’s face as he watched Dottore realize what had just happened—he absolutely would because he knew that it was the only thing that Dottore would take seriously enough to handle himself, otherwise he would have just sent Epsilon alone to handle whatever it was.

More than that, Epsilon knew that with the incoming storm and a missing young segment that the situation would remind him of the one that happened all of those years ago with the Beta Segment and Dottore would be in an uncomfortable and agitated state of mind, more susceptible to snapping and admitting what Epsilon wanted him to say.

Conniving little-

Dottore’s tongue scraped against his teeth as he bit back a slew of curses, rage sweeping over him like the white water torrents of a rushing river.

Gods be damned about the war and needing as many spare hands as possible for his research, Dottore had half a mind to deactivate all of the segments and start anew once you were gone so he didn’t have to deal with any more insubordination and disrespect from himself.

Though he found that the thought of you being gone in any way sat poorly in his chest. Livid, he realized that you might’ve already managed to strengthen the bond just through the two conversations he had with you.

Teeth grinding together, he forced himself to turn on his heel and make his way back to the palace before anything else could go wrong with your unexpected arrival in Snezhnaya. He would get his segments out of Zapolyarny Palace and drag them back to the estate, leaving you at the mercy of the Regrator until he could finish his briefings with the segments and send them all far, far from Snezhnaya.

You distinctly felt like a mouse cornered by a cat, except instead of being the one hunted by the predator, you were watching another mouse about to get devoured, knowing that you would be next. It was with a sickening type of engrossment that had you unable to draw your eyes from the scene in front of you, fear crawled up your spine, seeping into your blood, but your feet were rooted to the ground below you.

The man—who you noticed also looked particularly like Dottore, except he was closer to your age—had slunk past you to approach the two men at the opposite end of the hall. A part of you wanted to put the boy down and run back to your room, locking the door to hide from the shitshow about to go down but he was clutching at you like some sort of lifeline, little fingers gripping the cloth on the back of your dress as he hid his face from view. And even if he wasn’t, you had a feeling that your feet wouldn’t cooperate if you tried.

“Kappa,” an unfamiliar voice whispered from somewhere behind you, urgent and worried.

Your gaze snapped to the side, eyes falling upon another kid with silver blue curls and red eyes, a terrible burn scar covering the whole left side of his face. He was young, no older than fifteen or sixteen, and there was an anxious expression on his face, brows furrowed and lips pressed together as his eyes darted around.

Another child of Dottore’s? It didn’t make any sense, did he have three children? Or was the older one his brother? Or were they experiments? Your head hurt and you were suddenly very, very tired—you needed to lay down. The night’s events were finally catching up to you and your body was beginning to lag, crying in protest as you continued to stand rooted in the middle of the hall. Your room was so close but it was not close enough, you would have to get past the masked man to reach the door and you had a feeling he would not take kindly to your attempted escape.

And what had the other boy called the little one? Kappa? Why was that so familiar?

You let out a shaky breath, trying to think.

Kappa, that was so familiar… one of the words from the old tongue? The ones that Dottore used to accidentally pass over to you?

But was that even possible? You would have to check your notebook but you were pretty sure that the first time you received the word Kappa was right around the time you had received your first word from him and that was what? Eight years ago?

There was no way this child was older than five.

What was going on?

“You-” the taller man choked out as the new arrival drew closer. “You’re-”

“You’re bold for attacking little Kappa right under our noses,” he mused, a lilt to his tone that had you on edge. He reached forward, snatching the man’s chin between two fingers as he forcibly craned his head to the left—examining him like some sort of test subject. “I’ve been trying to get Hearsays up and running again but I just don’t have enough contenders after the last incident… I suppose you’ll do well. Hehe, you’ll at least make for good entertainment, one way or another.”

You watched as he dragged his nails down his cheeks, leaning a line of blood in his wake before he turned his attention to the shorter man with a look in his eyes that was nothing short of gleeful.

“You simply won't do.” He clicked his tongue a few times in disappointment, shaking his head in a sharp and jerky motion that looked borderline painful. “I’ll just pass you off to one of the others for them to run some tests on. I think Rho is starting a new batch of experiments soon, yeah? Isn’t he, Gamma? Gamma?”

He was suddenly agitated as he glanced backward, waiting for a response. The other new arrival—the younger one with anxious eyes and twitching fingers—looked caught off guard at being pulled into the conversation.

Finally, he nodded, throat spasming as he swallowed. “With the residue, yes. The last batch failed.”

“Perfect,” he smiled sharply, and though you could only see half of his smile, even beneath the dim lighting you could see the rows of sharp teeth lining his mouth. “He can get the scraps.”

“Kappa, are you okay?” Gamma returned his attention to the boy in your arms, trying to grab his arm to look at him but every time he tried, Kappa shifted away, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Kappa, c’mon, he’s going to be so mad, just talk to me.”

“He’s okay, for the most part,” you said quietly.

At the sound of your voice, Gamma drew back, red eyes guarded and nervous. He looked at you as if you were a possible enemy, shoulders tense and body language closed off. He looked to be reaching for something at his side—you wondered if he was armed but his fingers were trembling. Even so, you decided to try to calm him down, not wanting another agitated person to deal with.

“What does that mean?” he asked, glancing between you and Kappa as if you had been the one to hurt the boy.

“His knees are cut up and bleeding, I was going to bring him to my room to clean them up. He was having trouble walking on them,” you explained, keeping your voice steady as you watched him carefully, trying to figure out how you would defend yourself while holding a kid in your arm.

But it was for no need, Gamma looked a bit at ease at your words but he frowned as he reached to hold Kappa’s leg to check out the wound but Kappa whimpered and snapped his leg away, accidentally jamming his knee into your side. You bit back a grunt, wincing at the small bony knee digging into your side but only rubbed his back, trying to soothe him.

Maybe his legs were worse than you thought. Concerned, you glanced down and briefly wondered why he wasn’t voicing his pain if that was the case.

“One to ten?” Gamma suddenly asked, holding up his hands to show Kappa. The boy pressed his cheek against your shoulder, watching Gamma as he lifted two fingers, then three, then four, then five. At eight, Kappa pointed and Gamma looked severely distressed.

“He’s going to be so mad.” Gamma looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Kappa, how many times have we told you that you have to say something when you’re hurt?”

He turned his face away again, pressing it into the crook of your neck and Gamma looked around nervously. “Well… he seems to like you. Kappa doesn’t really like anyone so I mean…”

Gamma suddenly floundered for words as you raised your hand to pat Kappa’s back again, red eyes focusing righting on your pinky finger.

For a moment, he just stood there, gaping and wide eyed but then his expression shifted as he glanced over to where the masked man was still mocking and terrorizing the two aristocrats from the Skliar family.

In an instant, Gamma looked like he was going to throw up, face pale and ghastly and you could only stare at him, trying to figure out what had caused the abrupt change in demeanor.

You had a distinct feeling that it had to do with the presence of the masked man and that made your stomach churn with nerves, eyes darting over to him.

“Oh gods, you’re-” he began, voice catching over his words as he stared at you, taking a step back as if he was on the verge of fleeing. Then, his gaze darted up to the masked man he had arrived with, who you could feel staring at you from halfway down the hall, and then back to you with an expression nothing short of horrified. “Oh gods, oh no, Theta is-I have to-I have to get the Doctor. I have to-I’ll be back.”

And then he was gone, turning on his heel and sprinting down the hall, leaving you alone with the little boy called Kappa and the masked man who you could hear drawing closer to you from behind.

You felt like a frozen deer, body tense and cold as you felt the front of his body brush against the back of yours. He reached over your shoulder, long fingers wrapping around your wrist as he lifted your hand up.

You glanced back, eyes catching his for just a moment, and your throat dried at the look in his eyes—wild and unpredictable with a sort of untamable glee that reminded you of the Hydro Archon when she finally took interest in one of the court’s trials.

And when she took interest in a trial, only one sentence would be exacted onto the defendant: execution.

His face twisted into an unsettling and chilling smile, teeth glittering like knives beneath the candles that lit up the hall.

“You’re her.”

“Is he mad at me?”

The Iota segment had been on the verge of a meltdown the entire walk back to the palace. They had finally made it out of the forest and were crossing the snowy span of land to the bridge that led to the wide gates of Zapolyanry Palace. The weather was even worse now that there were no trees to buffer—the wind whipped around him violently, howling and shrieking, snow pelting his face like little icicles yet it was not enough to drown out the sniffles and cries of Iota as he wrapped his fingers around the back of Dottore’s shirt, clinging to him desperately as he tried to keep up with the man’s long strides.

“Of course not,” Epsilon soothed, ever the conciliator as he tried to calm Iota down so the boy didn’t delay them anymore than he already had.

“He won’t even look at me,” Iota cried. At once, Dottore turned to look over his shoulder, eyes landing sharply on Iota from beneath his mask, lips twisted down into a deep frown. Iota let out a cry akin to a wounded animal. “That’s even worse, I mess everything up, I’m sorry.”

Dottore’s head hurt. He grimaced as the wind nearly dragged his hood right down, tightening the drawstrings of his cloak. Distantly, he noticed that Epsilon was picking up Iota and letting the boy latch onto him as he cried but he tried to ignore it. Iota would get over it in a few hours, he always did—he was sensitive and broke down easily but bounced back before the day was up, burying his attention in some book or paper until he totally forgot about whatever set him off.

As soon as they got back to the palace, he’d have Epsilon bring the boy down to the basement so he could nestle away in the library down there and then he’d be good as new, bustling to Dottore’s lab to bother him trying to tell him about all that he had learned in his readings.

Besides the destructive tendencies, Iota was easy to handle for the most part. He was quickly upset but that was a product of the mentality he was created in and the reason for his creation, which he wasn’t supposed to know but the Zeta segment decided to open his mouth about it in an attempt to drive Iota into a meltdown to disrupt Delta’s research so he could pull ahead on it.

The Iota segment was created so that Dottore could do research into the Aranara of Sumeru—unfortunately, Dottore did not realize that the events of the night he was cast out of the village made him unable to see the Aranara anymore, thus making the Iota segment a useless creation. Dottore had debated on just destroying the segment and using the spare parts to create a new one but Delta had convinced him against it, claiming that he would use the failed segment as a means to help with his research instead. Ever since Iota found out about that a few decades ago, he’d been even more unstable than he already was from the mindset he was created in.

“Enough, Iota,” Dottore said icily. “Have your meltdown on your own time.”

Epsilon clicked his tongue as Iota caught himself over a sob, pressing his face into the man’s skin as if to hide his tears from Dottore. Epsilon gave Dottore an accusing look, Dottore raised his chin—this is on you.

Epsilon smiled to himself and then looked away, proud.

Again, he reconsidered deactivation, this time far more intensely, and again, Dottore cursed you because all of the misfortune he had faced the past two decades was solely because of your existence.

You, with your irritating attitude and despicable personality, playing the soft-spoken angel to everybody but him.

You, with your exhausting persistence, meeting him toe-to-toe and word-for-word in every confrontation and conversation he had with you.

You, with that infuriatingly striking purple dress—low-cut and thin strapped—that he hadn’t been able to draw his eyes off of the whole night no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t help but wonder just how shameless Fontaine fashion was if that was what you wore to a formal event.

Purple. Nearly ten years and you were still obsessed with the same color. How were you so predictable and unpredictable at the same time? He couldn’t stand the thought of you, he hated unexpected, extraneous variables—the only course of action for dealing with them was removal or isolation and he was beginning to realize that neither of those solutions might be an option for him.

But it was just another hurdle for him to get over. If neither removal nor isolation were viable options, he would need to find a different solution.

Holding it constant…

No. That was not an option either—though the more he thought about it, the more tempting the option became. He had enjoyed that irritating attitude of yours and those biting comments that made his brain search for retaliation. He even more so enjoyed that taste of instability, which went against all of his ideals. Dottore was a man of careful calculations and obtaining expected results and yet somehow, when he found himself unable to predict your next words and actions, it left him excited.

How could one hate the unexpected and yet enjoy it in the same hand? Unless it was not the unexpected, it was you bringing it to him. Dottore’s head throbbed, he felt like a pendulum, swinging back and forth and back and forth and back and forth as he tried to figure out how he felt in relation to you so he could decide upon the best course of action for dealing with you.

How bothersome. Already, he could feel things shifting—something he had sworn he wouldn’t let happen.

Not for the first time, he felt absurdly jealous of his own segment; Epsilon, who could understand emotions far better than the rest of them ever would be able to and used it against them very often. He wondered if the man already knew what Dottore was feeling—if the smirk on his lips had anything to say about it, Dottore thought he probably did.

What do you have planned? Dottore wanted to ask Epsilon because he knew that there was some underlying game going on that Dottore couldn’t place yet but he didn’t want to dive into that conversation while Iota was still on the brink of self-destruction, crying and sniffling and choking over his own sobs.

Dottore thought he might trust Epsilon the least out of all of the segments. Unlike Lambda, whose goals and ambitions were as clear as crystal, Epsilon was an enigma, driven by emotions that the rest of them couldn’t understand. He liked to play games with them, push buttons that they didn’t even know that they had, and your presence in Zapolyanry Palace was a large, bright red one that Dottore just couldn’t seem to destroy.

So long as you were around, Dottore would be at the mercy of Epsilon’s unwelcome schemes and he had a distinct feeling that Epsilon would be playing at trying to make the bond between the two of you stronger. He would have to work to counter it without even knowing the game.

Bothersome. This was all bothersome. Dottore hated games. He hated dealing with his segments. He hated being vulnerable. He hated all of this.

All of it? Dottore pushed away the treacherous thought furiously.

“Is that-” Epsilon began but abruptly cut himself off as he moved forward to walk at Dottore’s side, peering ahead carefully through the wicked storm.

Following his gaze, Dottore looked out across the bridge leading to the palace to see a small figure sprinting in their direction—no cloak or covering, only wearing a thin outfit to shield against the sheer cold of the bitter winter storm.

“Gamma,” Dottore murmured in agreement.

He could feel the anxiety rippling from the boy in waves—anxiety and fear. It didn’t take much to push Gamma into a panic attack but this was different. Dottore could feel it. It wasn’t like the usual ones he experienced. Brows furrowing, he watched as Gamma approached them, eyes wild and cheeks bright red.

Instantly, Dottore felt uncomfortable, realizing something was very, very wrong.

“Theta is with her,” Gamma wheezed, doubling over as he tried to catch his breath. He seemed as if he had been crying—a cold feeling, unrelated to the wind and snow around them, settled over him, sinking into his stomach. “You have to get him, he’ll hurt her, he’s in one of his moods. You know what he’s like when he’s in one of them. He’s dangerous and violent. You have to do something.”

“Who is he with?” Dottore asked slowly.

He stared down at Gamma as he waited for a response but deep down, he very much already knew who Theta was with and an old and unwelcome emotion spread throughout him, freezing his bones and blood, weighing on his chest like stones. An emotion that he had long learned to suppress, one that he hadn’t experienced since his days at the Akademiya when they had him placed on trial—he could barely recognize it, it was hard for him to put a name to it until Gamma opened his mouth again.

“Her,” Gamma gasped. “Our soulmate.”

Fear. The emotion was fear.

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And that’s just the truth Part 1

Jack and You have been together for exactly three years and it’s been the best three years of your life. Jack and You honestly complete each other as if you were made for each other and everyone thought the same well almost everyone.

Your best friend Stacy hated and despised the fact that you were with Jack, Stacy has always had a crush on Jack since the fourth grade when you were all playing truth or dare in her basement she got dared to kiss Jack and ever since that day she called dibs on Jack but Jack always liked you he never had feelings for Stacy and when she found out the two of you were dating she hated you for it.

Jack had of course invited you along with him on tour and you asked him if Stacy was able to tagalong as well and he said there wasn’t a problem in it, Stacy made her mission to break up Jack and You she was determined to make him end up with her.

“Babyyyyy come here baby.” You heard Jack yelling your name from the stage, you were all currently in soundcheck for his show tonight in San Francisco.

“What does he want?” Stacy asked you and you shrugged your shoulders the two of you getting up from the couches they had in the back and made your way towards the stage.

You smiled softly seeing Jack acting like a goof with the rest of the guys in Private Garden. 2fo was chasing around Urban for eating the last of his chips and Jack was threatening to spray Ace and Shloob with the hose.

“What are y’all doing? Not really acting like adults are we.” You said sternly but playfully being on the road and dealing with a bunch of men that acted like children was honestly a different type of experience you didn’t wish on anybody.

“Baby! Come here I got something for you.” You gave him a confused look but walked over to him anyways, once you were in reach he pulled you into his lap and started attacking your face millions of kisses.

“Jack stop it Jack stoppp.” You laughed and tried to push break free from his brace but he wasn’t budging his grip was tight but not enough to hurt you.

Everyone was laughing at the two of you well everyone but Stacy who had a sour look on her face that Urban took notice of.

“Can you two get a room already I’m tired of seeing all this cute and lovely stuff some of us are still very much single.” Urban stated and everyone else nodded in agreement but Jack didn’t care what anybody else thought all that mattered was that he had you.

“Alright alright I’ll stop for now but close your eyes baby I got you something.” You raised your eyebrows in curiosity.

“What is it?! I told you stop buying me things Jack I have plenty of things.” It was true Jack loved spoiling you whenever he was away on tour he always made sure to get you something from ever city or country he stopped in whether that be some jewelry or the latest purse that was out he made sure you had something.

“Just close your eyes baby girl.” You closed your eyes and placed your hands out but they were soon weighed down. Opening your eyes you came face to face with a very much overpriced looking chain that had your name on it.

“Jack.. I know you didn’t Jack this better be a prank.”

“Well that kinda sucks because it isn’t a prank baby this is for you, I had a few friends in Atlanta help me with the design see it’s got your name here all blinged out and these flowers that go around the chain are also blinged out with pink and baby blue diamon-.” Before Jack could even finish his sentence your lips were attached to his he was shocked at first but he melted into the kiss like always.

“Alright I think that’s our sign to go and head out now.” 2fo joked and everyone else agreed but walked away. Stacy followed everyone out but she watched Jack and You from behind the curtain how he moved your hair to the side and helped place the chain around your neck.

She balled up her fist her chest heaving up and down she hated that you were in her spot that should be here you didn’t deserve Jack she did and she was making sure that everyone would know that.

“Stacy you good?” She jumped not hearing Urban coming up from behind her but she pulled her lips into a tight smile and nodded her head.

“I’m okay Urban thank you for asking.” She walked past him quickly he watched her with a knowing look on his face.

Later on that day everyone was rushing around and getting everything ready for the show, Jack had invited Druski to tag along for a few shows because he knew how much you loved and cared for Druski and besides Druski was practically like your older brother.

“Druski in the house Druski is in the fucking house!!” Druski yelled from backstage and your head immediately swung over to where he was you squealed and ran over to him, he smiled and brought you in for a hug.

“What’s up little sis I missed you so much.” Druski laughed and hugged you back, you haven’t seen Druski in months and being able to spend some time with him while everyone was getting ready for tour was something you appreciated.

“I missed you more Druski, how’s everything been? Are you excited for your tour.” Druski was going on his own comedian tour in the fall and you were excited for him because he deserved this.

“I’m really excited for tour I can’t wait to make everyone laugh it’ll definitely be one of them ones.” You lead his towards where everyone else was getting ready for the show, The Homies we’re on stage performing some songs Jt and Caresha were on next.

“Look what the cat brought it.” Jt mean mugged Druski while Caresha waved at him.

“Jt come on girl stop playing with me you know that joke about Uzi wasn’t meant to go that far.”

“Hmm but it did calling my man some type of genuine or wizard because he had that diamond in his forehead isn’t nice Druski.”

Caresha and You stiffed a laugh as Jt glared at the two of you I mean what Druski said wasn’t really nice but in that moment it had almost everyone on the floor rolling over in laughter.

“Doesn’t it bother you how close she’s been to Druski since he’s gotten here?” Stacy asked Jack, she decided to use Druski and You being friendly together to her advantage she knew how protective and possessive Jack got over you so seeing someone close to him like Druski is being all over you would definitely send him overboard.

“No not really that’s just how they are Stacy just a brotherly and sisterly type of love is all.”

“Hmm I don’t know Jack I mean she’s laughing a bit too hard for my liking and the way he keeps touching her back.” Jack looked up studying Druski and You he did notice whenever you would walk in-front of Druski he’d touch the small of your back.

Jack would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him but he decided to let it go he knew there was nothing going on between Druski and You.

“It’s nothing Stacy honestly just let it go yeah?” She rolled her eyes and glared at Druski and You she hated and despised at how much everyone loved and adore you.

After Jt and Caresha went on stage it was now Jack’s turn you loved watching Jack perform because it came so natural for him this is what he prayed for and worked for and you couldn’t be happier for him.

“So what’s the plans after tonight’s show? Jack doesn’t have any shows for the next three days so we definitely have to go out and celebrate tonight.” Druski suggested Jt and Caresha nodded in agreement they were always down for a party.

“How about that newest club that opened up Pretty little darlings.”

“You guys want to head out now? Just send a text to Jack we’re well be and he can meet us up there.” Jt suggested and you were a bit hesitant at first because Jack went everywhere you went.

“Why don’t we wait till he’s done.”

“Come on Y/N you don’t need to be around Jack all the time let’s go and he can meet us there.” Stacy told you after giving it a thought or two you finally agreed on going, after sending a quick message to Jack that at what club you’d be at you were all on your way.

Once you all arrived to the club Stacy was offering you drinks back to back you weren’t really a big drinker but she always had a way to make it seem like if you weren’t drinking you weren’t having fun.

The last time you’ve been drunk was your freshman year of college and you promised yourself you wouldn’t get to that level of wasted again.

“Damn I’ve never seen you like this in my life Y/N.” Druski laughed and you smiled and slung your body to his side, laying your head on his lap.

“Druskiiii the snow bunny king I missed you so much.” You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Girl I think you’ve had enough to drink babe how about some water or some food?” Jt suggested but you denied both offers.

“Just keep the drinks coming and that’s that let’s party and just have fun.” You slurred your words your eyes getting droopy due to the alcohol in your system.

Stacy sat across from you a smirk placed on her pale face her plan was to get you drunk enough to get you to do something you’d regret.

“Druski I don’t feel so good my stomach hurts.” You groaned and started rubbing on your stomach you were positive all that alcohol you just consumed was on it’s way back up.

“Druski take Y/N to the bathroom and hurry please. I can’t get throw up on my new shoes.”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“I’m being very serious now take her now!” Caresha yelled at him and leaned to the side when your mouth started puffing up.

“Alright alright come on Y/N let’s go.” He slung your arm around your shoulder and lead you towards the bathroom, Stacy hot on your tail.

“Thank you Druski for taking care of me.” You slurred and leaned into him even more and from a distance it would look like the two of you were kissing or making out but in all honesty you could not catch your balance no matter how hard you tried.

“It’s no problem kid but come on let’s get you in this bathroom.” While Druski was busy taking care of you Stacy was busy sending pictures and videos of Jack to you but from a different number.

“Are we almost at the club?” Jack asked the driver. Jack, Neelam and Urban were finally on the way to the club he was excited to just sit back and chill with you and everyone else.

“Yes we are about five minutes away Jack.” He nodded and drew his attention back to his phone which was blowing up with messages.

Unknown number

- This your girl?

Under the messages was a video of Druski and You in the corner. Now looking at it you wouldn’t think it was you or Druski since it was so dark but Jack could faintly see the pink diamond flowers on your chain.

His jaw tightened as he rewatched the video over and over again. He started thinking back to what Stacy was saying earlier and remembering how close Druski and You really were.

“Hey driver turn this shit back around to the hotel.” Neelam looked up from her phone in confusion.

“What? Why we were almost to the club what happened.”

“Just know I’m gonna kill Druski.”

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