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ilivelikeimtrying · 5 years ago

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GreekGodsAU

Here are some sketches I made for it.

Sorry if it's a little wanky, but I tried.

He had finally gotten a moment of peace from his mother and everyone else.

From Astraea and his constint nagging. From the other Gods always looking down on him. From... Apollo, blech.

He just needed a break.

But as he was picking some beautiful Anemone for their garden tabel at home, he heard a voice.

It was small and weak, but it's words made his heart drop:

... help...

He grabbed his things and started walking away from the place. His mother had warned him of the world outside of their garden, and the dangers that could befall him.

'JustgohomeJustgohomeJustgohomeJustgohome'

And then he heard it louder,

"SOMEONE HELP US PLEASE!"

He turned his head to where he was sure it came from, and then just stood there... unsure.

He should go home...

but... the person... the people... they could be hurt...

Maybe... no, he should just... he has to go home.

But then he heard them give a fearful sob, the sound echoing through the forest, "P-please! Someone, h-help us please... "

And his choice was made then and there.

Someone had to help them.

He searched around the patch and then heard it again- "please" -and he snapped his head in the direction of the soft plea.

The Lake!

He ran to the edge of the lake and stopped in his tracks when he saw what was in the center it...

It looked like a portal, right in the middle of the lake. It was big, and dark, using the water to hold it's form.

His anxiety and fear picked up and he turned to run, but then the voice came back, smaller, weaker and softer then before.

"Someone? Anyome? Please... ? "

He took a deep breath and turned back to the lake, it's waters deathly still despite the fact that the portal itself seemed inraged.

"Ok... let's do this."

As he walked through the death still water he felt a tug in his chest to leave, but he ignored it as he reached the center, and when he crossed through the portal there was but a moment of regret when he made it to the other side.

The place was dark and he felt cold the moment he fell through. It felt like… sadness.

It felt Lonely.

An oh, did he know that feeling all to well.

He stood and looked around for any signs of life and saw a tunnel with dim light coming through. He heard voices and saw shadows illuminating from every corner of its wall's, creating horrific forms of monsters and Gorgans.

Before he could think better of it though he walked slowly through the dark tunnel, being careful not to make a noise, and made it to the other side where he saw some sort of beach.

It had dark-grey sandy shores and one single black-wooden Pier, where a small dark boat drifted at the end. It was pitch black of color, with beautiful carvings on the sides and skulls decorating the front.

And standing on it was a dark cloaked figure with a row. They were tall, and by the looks of the hands holding the row, hadn't seen the sun in a long while.

He looks off further onto the beach and was shocked to see hundreds upon thousands of Mortal- no, not mortals- they were a glowing cerulean and almost completely see through.

"Spirits." His mind supplied for him. “I’m in the underworld.”

He lifted the hood of his own cloak over his head and slowly walked towards the beach, keeping a firm grip on his basket as he did.

He kept his head down as he went, listening for the voice he was looking for, searching for it’s owner in need, but all he heard was the moaning and cries from the wandering spirits. He looked up a little and saw the faces of these… phantoms.

They looked mournful and in grief, pain and exhaustion evident on their faces.

Fearfully he wondered to himself “why?”

“Because they cannot cross through.”

A strange voice echoing in his mind suddenly answered.

He whipped his head around in fear, searching for the new patron and landed on the cloaked figure, noticing how its features were now facing him. "Shhhh." it hushed him and, with a grey slim finger, beckoned him forward.

He approached them cautiously, looking around him as he crossed the soul filled beach.

He politely (never forgetting his manners) greeted them, nervously twisting his cloak in his hands and whispered:

“I’m sorry for asking this, but, what do you mean ‘they cannot cross over ’ ?”

The dark cloak looked passed him to the crowds of souls “They do not carry payment. Without pay they cannot cross.”

“Payment?” His question brought back the figures attention, who nodded slowly at him. He looked around at the spirits before looking back at the cloaked rower. “What sort of payment do they need?”

The person reached inside their cloak and pulled out a gold pence. AnOlympian coin gold pence. “If one wishes to cross they must pay the currency. They who do not carry payment cannot cross. They must then wait for their time, only then may they leave for judgment.”

He looked down in thought. He knew he shouldn’t ask any more questions, that would be very rude… but…

“Judgment by whom?”

The figure stayed quiet for a moment. “. . . I. . . cannot answer. . .”

He nodded in understanding and bit his bottom lip.

“… May I ask then, how long must they wait?”

The figure once again turned to him with consideration before they answered:

“100 years and more.”

"100!-" he started loudly before remembering himself, and lowered his voice. "But... why?... that.... I..."

He was baffled and his heart ached for them.

He turned back to the souls and made another choice that day before hearing the figure ask him: "Why are you here then? You do not look departed..."

He couldn’t lie, he was raised with manners like that, and was always taught to tell the truth.

“Pardon my intrusion, sir Rower, but I was called upon-” he was suddenly interrupted by a shriveled voice.

“h-h-help… us...”

Now that he was down there he heard it more clearly and realized that it wasn’t just one single voice, but multiple voices at once, begging for help.

It was also much easier to hear where the cries were coming from.

“There!” He told the cloaked figure, pointing to the other side of the lake. “I need to be there!”

He noticed that the figure was just staring at him, not moving.

He awkwardly lowered his arm and shyly looked down.

“…Please.”

The figure considered him for a moment. It seemed for a moment that the person was going to turn him away before they leaned in close and he saw their dark, glowing eyes staring him down.

The figure then abruptly stood up and asked him. “Do you have riches darling? ”

He just stood there and blinked up at them.

“P-pardon me?” he asked confused.

“Do you have any riches darling? Any payment? If you wish to go somewhere upon the rivers of Styx, Lethe, Archeron, Phlegethon, or Cocytus, you must give currency like everyone else. So, do. you. have. payment? ”

“Uhm…” he looked around himself and noticed he still held his basket, lifting it up for them to see it. “You wouldn’t happen to take flowers, would you?” He asked with a nervous smile. The figure politely shook it’s head. "Though as beautiful as they are, they are not payment."

He lowered his basket and stayed quiet for a moment. He went to shake his head to say no when he suddenly remembered something.

“Wait!” He reached into his Chiton and pulled out a golden medallion, engraved with the symbol of Demeter.

When all Gods grow to a certain age their bodies stop aging and they look like that for all eternity.

When his day came his mother had given him the medallion, saying that as long as he carried it, he’d know where he came from.

He looked at the figure and showed them it. “Will this do?”

The figure reached out and gently took it from him.

They inspected it for a second and nodded. “Yes.” And proceeded to stuff it in there robe. “This will do just beautifully dear.” They extended a grey (and kinda boney) hand to him and, after a moments hesitation, he took it, letting the rower help him on the boat, almost in a way that seemed like it should only be used for royalty.

They even helped him sit down!

'How chivalrous.'

“Careful now, last thing we want is for you to get hurt.”

“Oh,” he exclaimed with surprise and gave him a bright smile, “well how nice of you, thank you.”

The figure bowed their head and then started rowing the boat away from the pier and the shore.

He couldn’t help but look back to the spirits still trapped there, forever to roam only because they didn’t carry riches or payment.

Poor things.

‘Don’t worry ’, he thought to them silently, ‘I’ll be back for you, all of you, I promise.’

“Well? ” he heard the figurr ask and turned to look at them.

“Huh? Oh! Please forgive me, I didn’t quite catch that.” He shamefully admitted.

The figure chuckled and shook their head.

“Fear not young one,” they said, turning their sights back to the waters ahead, “I simply announced my name to you, nothing important.”

He quickly shook his head. “Of course it’s important! Oh do forgive me! Please tell me again, I’m listening now, I promise!”

He heard the figure start to laugh at him. “Calm yourself small one, it is nothing to fret about, but if you wish to know I will say once more.”

They made a soft turn in the river and he noticed another cavern tunnel on the other side.

“help us- help me- someone, anyone- please! ” He heard their cries grow louder.

‘ I’m almost there,’ he thought softly to them, ‘please hang on.’

“Yes,” he told the cloaked figure, “I’d like that.”

With a light, joyful tone, the figure told him:

“Charon, dear floral one, I am Charon.”

Charon half turned to him.

“And you? What should I call you oh fair louloúdi? ”

It was quiet for a moment as he thought.

He continued to open and closed his mouth all the while.

He opened his mouth to say 'Tadashi', but thought better of it.

His mother warned him about using the name his father gave him.

He opened it again to say 'Kore', but stopped himself.

He didn’t want to say it, say the name that all the other Gods called him. He loved his given name, but it just felt like a suffocating lable now. It had already been ruined by the ones who have used it.

He just sat there for a while, not knowing his own name.

He then suddenly looked up at the figure with bright, determined eyes.

“. . . Per- Persephone." He told Charon.

This name, this title, he had now bestowed upon himself, felt so right as it roled of his tongue.

He didn't know, however, that this name would follow him from this moment on, for the rest of his immortal life.

"Please, call me Persephone.”

#persephone #underworld #greek gods #greek mythology #bh6 #big hero 6 #big hero six #tadashi hamada #sorry not sorry #i do what i want #bh6 au

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hxxgxx · 5 years ago

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Picking Up The Pieces - Chapter 38

Mingyu x Reader

Chapter 38

Warnings: mentions of blood

It was a long, silent ride to the hospital and Mingyu just held your hand as tight as he could as he watched the paramedics work on stabilizing you. The panic he was feeling stayed bottled inside, he had to keep it together until he knew you would be okay. He looked over you once again, taking in the blood soaked clothing that was being cut away by the paramedics, revealing the deep bruising all over your body.

Everyone froze momentarily seeing the vast extent of the bruises, not one inch of regular coloured skin visible. The paramedics quickly exchanged a concerned look and glanced towards Mingyu who’s eyes were tracing over each bruise.

“Stay calm, okay? We’ll fix her up, just breath,” one of them said, sensing the anger that was rising in your boyfriend. Mingyu looked up and nodded, wincing as he saw your body jolt under the touch of the medic.

“Please save her....she’s all I’ve got,” he pleaded, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Just then the ambulance pulled into the hospital and a flurry of camera flashes erupted as soon as the doors were opened, stunning the medics. They quickly covered you with a blanket and rushed inside, Mingyu never letting go of your hand, ignoring the bombardment of questions from the reporters.

Once inside, the medics quickly ushered you into the emergency room and Mingyu finally had to let go.

“We’ll come right back once the doctor gives us an update, just wait here,” a medic said over his shoulder as the doors to the emergency room shut behind him. Flashes surrounded Mingyu as hospital security tried their best to push reporters away from the door. He looked down at his hands. They were covered in your blood and began to tremble. Mingyu could feel himself crumbling and sank to the floor.

The rest of the boys were racing to the hospital and pushed through the crowd, ignoring all of the flashes. They could see Mingyu slumped on the floor and pushed forward, needing to comfort their brother.

“How did they find out?” Hoshi yelled, pushing a reporter away from his face.

Finally, they broke free and got into the hospital, slowing as they got closer to Mingyu. They gingerly walked towards him, noticing his trembling, blood-soaked hands.

“Mingyu, she’ll be okay,” Seungcheol whispered gently, sitting down beside him.

Mingyu couldn’t hold it in any longer and began to sob uncontrollably. Seungcheol quickly pulled him in for a hug, trying his best to comfort him. The boys’ hearts all breaking seeing how hurt and worried Mingyu was.

Seungkwan and Vernon were doing their best to hold back their tears, but you were one of their best friends. They knew how much you meant to Mingyu and how much he was hurting, but they were in just as much pain. Soon they sat down beside Mingyu, soft sobs coming from each of them.

“Seungcheol, can I talk to you,” their manager said as he arrived. Seungcheol nodded and got up quietly, Wonwoo taking his place pulling Mingyu into a tight hug.

Jihoon sat down in a chair, looking out towards the flashing lights outside the hospital. He sighed, rubbing his temples, “How did they know where we’d be? How did they find out!?”

“Can’t they just have an ounce of respect...someone is hurt and all they care about is getting their damn pictures...” Minghao said angrily.

Joshua had been silent, scrolling through his phone. “They’re already writing articles...” he said quietly.

That was the final straw for Jeonghan. He couldn’t believe that they were being so insensitive and he stormed towards the doors. When they opened he yelled, causing everyone to stop and look at him.

“STOP IT! Our friend is hurt and fighting for her life and all you care about is your damn pictures! How could you be so heartless!?! Think about if this was your friend, your sister, your family member! Would you want someone shoving a camera in your face as you are hurting! GIVE US SOME FUCKING PRIVACY!”

Silence fell across the crowd of reporters and Jeonghan stormed back inside, but not a single flash went off. The boys watched, wide-eyed as he walked back in, the strong act crumbling with each step he took before he collapsed into a chair crying.

Dino wiped his own tears away and quickly sat down beside his friend.

“Shhh, it’s okay. That was amazing. Shhhhh shhhh,” he whispered, trying to comfort Jeonghan.

Silence fell and the only sounds that were heard were soft sobs coming from the boys. Seungcheol and their manager returned and Jihoon, who was trying to keep himself together, got up to talk to them.

“What do we do now?” he questioned.

“Well...Jeonghan’s outburst has already made its way online, but the fans are supporting him and calling the reports disgusting. The company has already put out a statement explaining the situation and is asking for privacy. You’re schedules for the next while are all cancelled. They realise how hard this is for all of you and don’t want to force you to keep going. The fans were already asking for that and trending it as soon as the first picture of the ambulance hit the internet.”

Jihoon nodded, not being able to really say anything more. He returned to his seat with Seungcheol following and the waiting game began.

It had been hours and the boys had had no update on your condition. Dino had fallen asleep using Jeonghan’s lap as a pillow and Mingyu had blocked everyone out, sitting like a shell on the floor. Seungkwan was pacing around worriedly, while Vernon just sat with his head in his hands. Dokyeom and Jun had mustered up the energy to go and get food for everyone. Wonwoo still sat right beside Mingyu, arm around his shoulder for support, but said nothing. Hoshi kept talking to himself, panicking and Minghao was trying to calm him down. Jihoon and Seungcheol kept monitoring the internet alongside their manager, making sure that nothing was being spread that shouldn’t be. Joshua had been tasked with calling your family and had spent hours on the phone with your mom, promising to update her as soon as they knew anything. Each of the boy’s was doing their best to keep it together in their own ways, but all of them couldn’t help but worry.

After six hours of sitting and waiting, a doctor finally emerged and the boys all jumped up with pleading eyes, waiting for an update.

The doctor sighed taking in the looks of worry on each of the boys’ faces. “I assume you are here for Miss Y/n?”

“H...how...is she?” Mingyu stuttered, fear filling his voice.

“She’s finally stable. However, she has lost a lot of blood and had extensive internal and external damage. Externally, Y/n had numerous broken bones including ribs, collar bone as well as fractured bones in her face. Internally, there was a lot of damage. Due to abdominal trauma, Y/n has a ruptured spleen and required surgery to repair it. She also suffered from a punctured lung due to the broken rib. We were able to repair these injuries, but she will have a long road to recovery. I have to be honest and say that the extent of her injuries are vast. She is very lucky she was rescued when she was as I do not know how much longer she could have continued on.”

“Can...we see her?” Wonwoo questioned.

“At the moment she is in a medically induced coma to help her recoup from the initial surgery and is unconscious. I am only allowed to let relatives in to visit her,” the doctor replied.

Mingyu spoke up, “She does not have blood relatives here. We are her family....please sir...”

The doctor looked around before Joshua added, “She’s from America sir, her mother is on her way to the airport, but won’t be here for another 24 hours. She can’t be alone, can perhaps a few of us sit with her...so she’s not alone?”

“Only 3 people may go in, okay?”

“Thank you....thank you so much,” Vernon replied.

“She’s currently in the ICU, room 4,” the doctor said. “She’s got a long road ahead, but she’s a fighter...stay strong for her, okay?”

“Yes sir, thank you,” Seungcheol said as Mingyu was already making his way to the elevators.

Seungkwan and Vernon quickly following behind them.

“Just let them go,” their manager said as a few of the boys began to follow. “Those three are the closest with Y/n...you will all get a chance to see her, but let them go for now...”

There was a big sigh of relief that washed over the remaining members, knowing that you were going to be okay was enough.

“I’ve booked out guest suites in the hotel across the road...why don’t you all go get some rest? I’ve had a call from the police and tomorrow they will want to get a statement from all of you about the situation, okay?”

Nodding the ten boys, tiredly dragged themselves over to the hotel. The remaining group of reporters watching, but not documenting. Jihoon was stopped by a little girl who tugged on his sweater. Her eyes wide as he knelt down beside her. The rest of the boys stopped and watched curiously.

“Is your friend okay?” she asked quietly. Jihoon smiled tiredly at her and nodded, causing her eyes to light up. “That makes me happy. I made her a card to hope she feels better, can you give it to her?”

Jihoon looked down at the card the little girl held out for him, raising his eyes to find her mother, who looked at him kindly.

“Thank you sweetheart. I will make sure she gets this, it will make her feel much better.”

“Thank you,” she squealed as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a hug. Jihoon was shocked at first, but slowly wrapped his arms around the little girl, finally feeling more at peace after the chaos of the day.

Once again he whispered a quiet thank-you to her and she ran back to her mother waiting. The boys were all speechless and each took a turn looking at the card from the little girl.

“She’s going to be okay,” they all thought and made their way inside the hotel.

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grav3yardbb92 · 5 years ago

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summer of '84

This is a story I posted on my wattpad. The profile name on there is the same as here.

This is Xavier X reader

Warnings: violence, murder, kissing

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The loud music pumps throughout the crowded night club, as I dance like a maniac with my boyfriend of just a few weeks, Xavier. His hands rake up and down my hips as I grind my body against his. My breath hitches in my throat, when my arm is suddenly grabbed and I am yanked across the room.

" Hey, let go of her!" Xavier shouts at the stranger, following close behind as we head down the dark, quiet hallway. " stay out of this Jr." The man speaks, allowing me to recognize his voice. " Blake? What are y...AHH!." He interrupts by pushing me harshly against the wall. " uh,uh sweetheart. You know not to call me that" Blake mocks me, my eyes widen at his statement, before I glance toward Xavier, who is behind Blake, looking completely uncomfortable.

" who the fuck are you?" He finally speaks up, taking hold of my hand, attempting to pull me away. " nobody to you, pretty boy. This is business " Blake seethes at X, but doesn't look away from me. I shove Blake off of me " I told you, I'm not in your business anymore, daddy!!" I shout, before taking Xavier's hand and running out.

" get back here you, bitch!"

We run through the pouring rain, hand in hand, headed straight for the van. We quickly climb inside the back and Xavier picks up a blanket, wrapping it around me.

" what was that, Y/N?" He ask me. The look on his face tells me that he only wants the truth. I know I can trust him with even my darkest secrets, but all I want is to forget my past, but Blake won't let that happen. " were you a hooker?" The question doesn't surprise me. " no" I answer, taking in a deep breath before continuing. " he uh....I needed money...my mom was sick, and I....he offered me a job, a good paying one, but it...." I trail off, catching my breath as tears begin to pour from my eyes. When he sees this, X moves to pull me into a hug. " it was porn....lesbian porn" I whisper to him, I know he heard me because he pulled away. I expected him to slap me and kick me out into the rain. But he kisses me gently. " I'll take you home."

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The whole drive to my apartment was silent. No music, no conversation, not even one of his dirty jokes, followed by our laughter. Nothing, but the soft rumble of the engine, the occasional grunt from him and my quiet crying. +

"I'm.... I'm sorry X. I swear....it was only once, but he wants me back....he's been following me. I should've told you....." He stops the van, parking in front of my building. He turns to me " Stop!" He shouts, causing me to gasp and pull as far away from him as I can with the seat belt on me. He notices my shocked, shaking state and slowly leans over, pulling me into a hug. " I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to yell." He whispers, calming me down." I meant stop apologizing. I understand why you did it. I'm not mad" he looks at me with only love and care, causing me to smile." Thanks" I simply state, bringing a confused look to his face. "For understanding" I add, before kissing his soft lips.

When we pull away, he says nothing. He gets out and moves around the front to open my door, helping me from the van. " what are you doing?" I ask him as he continues to follow me into my building, he usually just opens the door before saying goodbye. " you said he's following you, right?" He ask, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Before continuing " no way in hell I'm leaving you alone." He kisses my temple and I stop to unlock my door. He opens the door and usher's me in.

" besides, maybe you can tell me more about this porno" he says winking at me. I grab his head, pulling him in for a deep kiss

" maybe, I just show you, pretty boy"

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months later, at camp redwood* +

" you gonna make us pray the boners away?" Xavier sasses at Margret. I can't hear her response because I'm laughing too hard. He turns and blows me a kiss before walking out of the girls cabin, toward the showers. Margret leaves soon after and Montana curses at her, before retrieving another beer from the cooler. I slip out the door to get some air, lighting a joint after I close the door behind me.

" you're looking good, darling " a voice from my past speaks out, but I can't pin point where from. I turn around and barely touch the door handle, before my hand is slapped away and I'm pushed against the wall.

" Blake, what are you....? " my question is cutoff by a slap " you know not to call me that, Y/N" he speaks harshly. " fine" I say, clearing my throat before continuing " why are you here, daddy?" I whisper, to avoid the girls hearing. " don't act stupid darling, you know what I want" he speaks, a smirk clear on his face, even in the dim light from the window.

" I want you back" he reaches to caress my cheek and I flinch back to avoid his touch " nno. ...You...you said I was done...that was his deal....one time and you leave me alone" I stutter out, still pinned between Blake and the cabin. " oh no, darling, you don't understand." He says, backing away. " I will have you.....both of you "

****"****time skip: just after Xavier saved Chet from the pit********

" that was awesome! " Xavier shouts, high giving Trevor after he pushed Mr jingle's into the pit, impaling him on numerous stakes. I watch their mini celebration as I crouch beside Chet, holding pressure on his wound to avoid blood loss. I notice Trevor lift up something into the moonlight, but i can't make out exactly what it is. Chet let's out a struggled gasp and his hand holds tightly to my wrist, I glance down at him. His eyes widen in terror and he lets out a scream as my body is filled with pain. I open my mouth, but no sound escapes as blood floods from the gaping wound in my neck. I just barely notice X running to my side and Trevor passing by me, chasing my attacker, who I assume was Mr jingle's.

" no!" X shouts, pulling my tired, limp body into his arms. " you can't leave me, Y/N." His voice cracks as he talks through his tears, which I feel splash onto my face. " X.... I ....Iloveyo....." My final words are slurred as I choke on my last breath. My last sight is of his gorgeous face, contorted to a look of terror and sadness, before my eyes begin to blur and then close for good.

*****20 minutes later******

I scream and sit up frantically, my eyes wide with shock. Instinctively, I reach to my neck, feeling the smoothe skin that adorns it. What should be a fresh cut is gone, and my sweater, that should be dyed red with my blood, is still it's bright neon color, save for a few stains from sweat and dirt. What the fuck is happening?

" I'm alive" I say, at barely a whisper, of course there is no one to hear me say it. " no you're not" I jump at the response and turn in shock, seeing the hiker we picked up from the road just earlier today. " what do you mean?" He goes on to explain, as much as he knows anyway. He's almost as confused as I am. " a ghost. I'm a fucking Ghost"

As we walk slowly through the woods, still trying to grasp the situation, I hear the one voice I wanted to hear again "X!" I shout to him and take off near the sound. I stop and lean against a tree as i notice his signature, blonde hair, looking like he just rescued Margret, I smile at the thought. But it quickly faded at what happens next. In one swift move, she flips over, i quickly covering my mouth to avoid screaming as I watch Margret, our employer, plunge the blade of a knife into my boyfriend. Not once, but multiple times. She pulled the blood soaked knife out of his body and I notice her evil smile as she stands up and swipes the knife against his head, removing his ear, jewelry and all, before she stalks away. What the fuck!!!

When she is clear of my view, I rush to his side. Pulling his lifeless body into my lap, just as he did mine, no more than 30 minutes ago. "Hahhh!" X gasp out, choking on the air as his eyes flutter open. He looks right into my eyes, in pure shock and fright. ," Y/N? Are you alive?, am I alive?" The questions pour out of him as he weakly struggles to sit up. I pull him in for a much needed hug " shhhh. Slow down, X." I whisper to him, smoothly rubbing his back, before explaining " and no. You're dead.and so am I" he pulls away slightly " but....how?" " I don't know, it's so confusing". There are now three murderer's and we are dead,. ..but not dead.

He stands up, pulling me up too. " as long as we're together, I don't care" he smiles and pulls me into a tight proper hug. We separate again and begin walking through the dark woods, approaching the showers.

" shit!" X shouts, but it's still a whisper, pulling me to a stop. " what is it?" I follow behind him as he slowly creeps to a hole in the wall. " Y/N, if we're dead but still here....?" I cut off his question " we're Ghost I think" I answer, he turns my face to look directly at me " Blake was here" " I know, I saw hi...." He cuts me off now " no! I mean his body, he was right here, and now he's.... "

" oh, shit!"

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It feels like we've been here forever. Months maybe years of wondering the grounds of camp redwood.X and I have come across numerous other Ghost, some lost and confused. Some angry, us included. But, we have yet to inquire, the one we hate the most.

" maybe he isn't here after all" Xavier States,leaning against a tree. " oh, but look who is" I retort, gesturing ahead of us, to two mendressed like hikers or something. " let's have some fun" I add, pulling my knife from its resting place in the tree and hiding it in my shorts. Xavier chuckles darkly, following close behind me. As I approach the pair, X smacks my ass lightly, before ducking behind a tree.

" seriously man, where's my camera?" One of them, the shorter of the two, with short black hair, whines to the other, who has blonde hair, grown longer there than the other man's.

" can I help you boys?" I ask, pulling my most flirtatious act. " and who are you, pretty thing" the taller one inquires, stepping closer to me. " wouldn't you like to know? " I tease, turning and walking away. " Woah. Hold up there, hottie" he says, grabbing my shoulder to turn me back to him. He roughly presses his lips to mine and I use our closeness to stap him in the stomach," don't you dare touch me!" I seethe out, twisting the blade in his stomach.

His friend screams out, as the tall boys body tumbles to the ground at my feet. He trys to run, but Xavier is quick to step before him, slicing his neck. Blood spurts from his wound and I take notice of Xavier's smirk as I approach him.

" that was so much fun" I state before pulling him into a deep hot kiss, only pulling away minutes later. " and very sexy" he adds and I drop to my knees before him, fumbling to undo his belt. " oh, I'm just getting started baby."

"*************

" fuuuuck!"

I scream out as Xavier and I reach our highs together. Our bodies tangle together on the Forrest floor, as we both become grounded again. He pulls out and lays beside me, pulling me into our usual cuddle position. But we are startled from our sweet moment, by loud applause.

" well wasn't that a sight?" I freeze at Blake's voice and Xavier is quick to shield me with his body, as I throw my sweater back on. Blake steps out from around a tree, " I could've made a fortune off you two" he states, cockily, " then again, maybe I still can" he adds, holding up a video camera, before turning to walk away.

" I'm sure, someone will come looking for one of the many bodies you kids are stacking up." He continues to taunt as i follow behind him and X movesahead to cut him off. " give it to us, you fucker" I shout as I shove him to the ground, the camera tumbling from his grasp. I climb onto his back and plunge my knife into his back.

now what?

Blake groans loudly, as he awakes in the bed.we watch from across the room as he struggles to get free from his restraints. "What the....." He is cut off with his own scream as X takes his turn, stabbing him yet again. This continues for fourty minutes or so, both of us beaming evily, as we seek our revenge.

" what's going on" Montana's voice enters the room, causing us to both face the doorway. " you guys aren't partying without me, are you? " her smirk is wide on her face as she walks up to us. " sorry, Tana. But this was personal" I explain. " so, this is the guy huh?" She states, turning her attention to Blake, who is just waking up from his last, brush with death. His attempts to scream are muffled by the bandana, we added, when his screams got tiring.

X moves away from Blake and takes my hand in his after I shuffle the camera to my other hand. Montana notices the movement and she shifts her attention to the object. A look of confusion Ghost over her face for a moment, before being replaced by realization. She knows what's on it, but doesn't acknowledge it. " they told me what you did" she turns her attention back to Blake and she moves toward the bed." What you made THEM do" she continues, she almost seems more annoyed by him than we are. " no one fucks with my friends but me!" She seethes, punctuating her words with another deep stab, this time below his waist.ouch!

I don't know if I'm more shocked or turned on by her actions. " uh?" Is all I can get out, before she rushes to me and connects her sift lips to mine. " I want to help with this" she says, simply, moving over to kiss Xavier's lips as well. " but, on one condition " she adds. I know what she wants. I glance at X, who reads my mind and nods. " fine" I answer, handing her the camera. " Hell yes!" She shouts, before dashing out if the infirmary.

X and I connect in a deep kiss, relishing in each other, feeling up each other's bodies, before we separated for air. " I fucking love you,Y/N." I smile "and I, you" I retort, as we hear shuffling on the bed, behind us.

" now, where were we"

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#ahs imagine #1984 #ahs 1984 #xavier plympton #cody fern

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jordan102791 · 5 years ago

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The Danger with Faeries and Mortals part18

Joseph crept down the darkened steps. He'd been spying around corners waiting for Edgar to emerge from the pit and leave. He did not want the King around for the conversation he intended to have. When he was sure his brother wouldn't return he entered. The stairwell curved around so you could never see straight to the bottom even if there had been adequate light. Edgar appreciated the long set of steps, it kept prying eyes from all of his play things down here.

Joseph heard the rattling and scraping noises below grow with each step he took lower. And then the smell hit him. He hated the dungeon, but it was the smell that he could never acclimate to. The metallic smell that filled the air and the musty smell of dampness. The worst of it though was the outhouse smell mingled with something rotting. He didn't know how Edgar could stand it, Joseph always found the smells clinging in his nose even hours after bathing and changing clothes. It was like all the sorrow and broken souls down there attached themselves and wouldn't let go. He'd found himself catching whiff and gagging hours later on more than one occassion.

Joseph shut his eyes, taking a calming breath that the smells made him regret before continuing on his mission. The dim wall sconces made all the shadows bigger, darker. For that he was grateful. He tried to only look at the broken figures crumpled in heaps on the floor long enough to decide they weren't who he was looking for. Whimpers and screams chased him down the hallway, churning his stomach. If he could have done so and not been brutally mutilated and murdered he would've tried to free them all, he hoped this conversation would help him to one day let them all go. He came to a darkened cell, away from the others. He saw no one on the floor, but a glint of light told him the cell was not empty.

He took a key from the far wall and opened the door and stepped in. He found the man he was looking for looking broken and chained to the walls. His body hung limp, the chains cutting into his skin. Purple blooms marred the skin that had tanned yesterday, but looked the palor of death today. He laid his hand to Matthias' cheek, but the man jerked away from him like Joseph had scorched him. Matthias looked into the diminutive man's face. Recognition passed through his eyes.

"Shhh shhhh shhhh... Matthias. It's all right. I won't hurt you," Joseph soothed. "But we must be quiet so the King won't find out I'm here." The large man seemed to settle, bit a wariness still filled his eyes. He nodded.

"I want to help you, truly, but I need you to tell me what you saw or heard." Matthias grunted and then whimpered. Before hanging his head. "Please," Joseph pleaded. "I want to help you, I want to help your daughter." A fierceness filled the man's features at the mention of Rebecca. Joseph would have thought it rage or hatred. Matthias must have seen the truth in his face as the man settled back down with something akin to gratitude flashing in his eyes. "But you're going to to have to talk to me."

Matthias grunted a few more times. The noise sounding like his mouth was filled with marbles. Joseph's brow crinkled in confusion. Matthias opened his mouth, waiting for Joseph to peer inside. Joseph took a step closer and moved out of the way of the light and wished he hadn't. All the waited in Matthias' mouth was a bloodied stump where his tongue had once been. Joseph stumbled back from the man. Now looking at the man's face he noticed the red track marks that had dried to his chin.

Joseph felt too hot as his stomach soured. Edgar had always been devious and smart, but he hadn't thought the demon would cut out tje tongue of a man he'd already sentenced to a public death. Joseph shook his head, trying to clear it. Without the information from Matthias there would be no way for Joseph to save him. He's broken hearted face met the broken man's.

"I'm so sorry Matthias. I wanted to help you, but I'm not sure how to help you now. I truly am sorry. You seemed a good and honorable man, I sincerely wish I could help you more." Joseph hung his head before facing the man again. "I will take care of Rebecca though. I promise I will do all in my power to keep her safe here. Do you understand?" Matthias gave him a sad smile and nodded. Joseph patted the man's shoulder and backed out of the cell, holding the man's eyes. "I will protect her," he said. He had never meant anything more and would keep his word or die trying. He didn't stop until he got out of the dungeon and up the stairs. He pinned himself to the wall, dragging in deep breaths of clean air. His hate for his brother so full at that moment.

*****

Joseph beseeched Rebecca to stay out of the square that day. He had to go and stand beside the King, but he did not want her to be their to witness her father's death. She should not have to watch that. His hatred filled him again before pushing it back down. He prayed she would stay away.

He filed out of the palace and made his way to the square. He made his way to the stage and stood towards the back corner. He wanted as far from his brother and all of this as he could be. He could barely stomach standing here at all, knowing that a most likely innocent man would be soon executed. He would leave his family unprotected and his daughter with a monster. The only thing that would protect her from his cruelties could be him.

Matthias was lead up the steps by the cuffs biting into his wrists. Joseph could see the raw skin peeking out. He had tried to think of some other way to save the man, he begged the King to reconsider or push the execution back, but Edgar merely curled his lip and growled into eyes so much like his own "would you like to be next?" Aside from getting himself there was nothing else he could think of to save Lord Greenwall. And if they were both dead then who would keep the young miss safe, he'd already seen that it obviously wouldn't be her mother. The woman had been out for the girl's blood ever since Rebecca's father's fate had been decided. No, he couldn't get himself killed, it would surely mean her torture and death as well.

He watched with his lips pursed as Matthias passed. The prisoner shot him a look filled with so many questions. Joseph gave a slighty nod. No obe else would have noticed it, but Matthias saw it. He let out the breath he'd been holding and walked on to the center stage and his destiny.

He let them loop the noose around his neck, tightening it snuggly to his throat. And then Edgar stepped forward to address the people. "What you see before you is a traitor to the crown!" A gasp went around the crowd. Joseph had always found it morbid the way the bustled around to watch the death of someone's family member or friend. The macabre fascination they all had with a death not their own. "He attempted to overthrow your king and begin war! So we come before you today to show you what will happen to those who would dare betray me!"

He turned to address the noosed man. "Have you anything to say for yourself?" A cruel smile filling his face with joy. Joseph bit his own tongue to keep from speaking out. Rage filled Matthias' eyes and he grunted out what Joseph was almost certain would have made any maiden blush. Matthias snarled at the King, standing taller than he ever had, awaiting his unhonorable death with valor. "Well, if you have nothing to say, then we shall proceed." Edgar nodded to the executioner and Joseph held his breath for what would come next as the trap door was released.

Edgar turned back to the crowd covering their mouths. "Let this be a lesson to all of you! There is no space for traitors in my kingdom!" Unphased by the Lord Greenwall's limp body behind him he continued on. "Onto fairer news, your King shall soon take a wife! Prepare yourselves for a royal wedding before the month's end!" His announcement sent a chatter amongst the people. Edgar stepped back to where Joseph stood. "We shall leave now, unless you'd like to stay with him?" The King jerked his head in the direction of the lifeless body.

"I shall see that his body is taken care of and they know to send it back to his home and be along shortly." Edgar nodded and left his council head where he stood rooted to the stage.

*****

Joseph found Rebecca sitting solemnly against a tralice. She looked as if she hadn't moved in hours. Her chin resting atop her knees. He watched a moment before taking a deep breath and going to her. He stepped up beaide her, but it was as if he wasn't even there, or perhaps she wasn't. He dropped down to crouch beside her. He reached out a hand, pausing inches from her before closing the distance to run it over her deep red hair. She still made no move, he gently said her name and slowly her soul filled her eyes back up and she looked up at him.

He gave her the gentlest of smiles, showing her how her pain was in turn hurting him, or at the least had him concerned for her. She opened her mouth to ask a question but nothing came out. She tried again, a croak escaping before she could ask "is he gone?"

Tight lipped he nodded before confirming it with words, "yes Rebecca. It has been done. I am sorry, truly sorry. I wish I could have saved him from this fate."

"So that's it? He's gone. I'm all on my own now."

"You aren't alone. You'll still have your mother and brothers..."

She gave an unladylike snort. "Oh yes my mother who has given me such care all these years. She'll be glad of me to be gone. No, I'll be alone now." And looked back across the garden at nothing in particular.

Joseph shook his head, he gently lifted her hand and brought her attention back to him. "You won't be alone. You'll still have me here."

"Well thank you. You don't need to be stuck watching after a stupid little girl, I'm sure you have better things to be managing."

"You aren't stupid, nor a little girl. You will be our queen and there would be no greater honor than for me to care for you." His words a bit too intimate for her. A blush proving to herself that she was exactly that, a stupid little girl.

"And now I will be forced to marry the awful man that has murdered my father. Why do the gods hate me so?"

"I am sorry for that, but it is not for me to question the actions of the gods. I'm sure they have reason for such strife in your life." He rolled his lips in tight together. Rebecca saw the sympathy bare in his eyes. "I know you wish not to hear this, but the King has requested your presence for dinner." Her eyes wide, all color drained from her face leaving her green eyes a glowing contrast in her face.

"I suppose I shall go prepare myself," she said climbing shakily to her feet.

*****

Rebecca knocked on the heavy wooden door. A growling voice from inside asked who it was to which she replied her name.

"Just a moment," came the rumbling voice.

She stood waiting at the door and was slightly startled when it finally opened. Standing before her was a beautiful woman not too much older than her, but definitely old enough to fill out her corsets better, with dark eyes that seemed to see everything. She smirked and made a scoffing noise in the girl's direction. She turned and headed down the hallway without another word.

"I don't have all evening," the voice came from deeper in the room. "So either join me or leave."

Rebecca walked in, shutting the door behind her. She finally got a glimpse of the King. His face red, and his clothes a bit rumpled. His smoke colored hair not quite as perfect as the other times she'd seen him. His blue eyes so similar and yet so different to another set she knew better, watched her as she approached the table.

"Did you meet Lady Yvonne on her way out? She's the representive Grayhorn has sent for our peace dealings." Her eyes snapped up at the mention of Grayhorn before dropping back to the floor.

"Yes, I saw her out," she replied meekly.

"We'll be seeing them quite a bit more if we are to create peace throughout the kingdom."

"Yes, your majesty. I would presume so."

"You presume? And what do you think of that?" He watched her with an intensity that felt like a physical touch that she worked hard to not cringe from.

"Your highness knows what's best for his kingdom."

"So glad you would think so. With your father being a traitor, of course I should be concerned about your intentions as well." He watched her flinch as the words struck her like an arrow loosed straight for her heart, just as he'd intended.

"Your majesty, my bethrothed, I would not wish harm to come to you. My allegiance is to the crown before that of my family."

"Your words put my heart in a titter. Please sit, eat."

She took her sit as ordered and lifted the lid covering her plate. Confusion creased her brow as she tried to decipher what she was looking at with the red muscle-y blob sitting upon the charger and nothing else. She looked up at the King watching her. "What is this?"

Edgar made a disgusted noise. "Please do not look upon me with those strange, twisted eyes of yours. They are truly unsettling." Only when she looked back down did he address her question. "What is it you ask? Why it's a final gift from your father." That snapped her eyes up until she remembered and dropped her gaze back down.

"What do you mean, my king?"

"Why, dear girl, it is his tongue I ripped from his head." He watched her eyes widen and track back to look at the plate. And evil smile touched his lips. "It is my reminder to you, what will happen to those who would speak against me. Keep it in mind." He watched a green palor come over all the skin exposed. Pleased by its effect he added, "well if you are not going to eat you may leave." His cruel laughter seeming to drown her.

She leapt to her feet, making a dash for the door. She tugged the door open, not pausing to see if it would close. She raced down the corridor towards her chamber. Tears streamed from her face as she ran clutching at her stomach. She turned a corner and slammed into another's should, spinning around. Once she righted she kept going. She didn't even stop to see whom she'd run over or apologize. She'd have to find out later as shouts. And foot steps chased her down the hall.

She finally made it to her chambers, pushing the door open to heave everything she'd managed to choke down that day into the pot. She kept wretching until nothing else would come up. She convulsed until her body gave up on her and she could just lay there. She closed her eyes too exhausted to even keep them opened any longer.

She felt a coolness grace her forehead, brushing it with dampness. Another cloth rubbed at her mouth, cleaning her. A ladies maid must have seen her rush in, she thought in a semi- conscious state. She heard them toss the rag off to the side and then strong arms pushed under her back and knees and lifted her from the ground. She tried to pry her eyes open to see who held her, but was too worn out to see much beyond hair flashing silver and copper in the candle light. Whomever he was had her nestled tightly to his chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck. His chin laid against the top of her head.

She knew she should be more concerned about the strange man touching her, but at the moment as long as it wasn't the King she couldn't care what his intentions would be. And his soothing touch screamed of help and not harm. He laid her into her bed and pulled up her covers over her. His soft lips grazed her forehead and a firm, but gentle hand combed the hair back from her face. His quiet footsteps carried him to the door where she heard the door snick shut and the darkness swallowed her up whole.

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atleion · 6 years ago

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(( Now that I’ve done my mourning for Wildstar and feel productive again: I’m still quietly working on finishing these memory sequences about Atleion’s childhood leading up to the Ravaging of Arboria, because I am still a nerd, and I like exploring his upbringing. This is Story #3, and part 1 of 2 of a particular story. The next one coming up continues directly off of this one, for anyone who likes to read these~ I’ve been writing relevant memories in order. It’s a loose narrative structure, I know, but they all connect. C’:

I’ll finish a picture someday ... Someday. *wistfully looks into the distance of sketches and lined pictures yet uncolored*. In the meantime, a quick sketch of Atleion when he wasn’t an incredibly troubled boy putting himself in too many dangerous situations. I’ll save the proper story header for next time~ ))

The gentle tickle of grass against his skin was like a warm embrace. He could feel each tiny gust of wind drifting through the forest. Like some great beast's breath, it washed over him in steady waves, always carrying the fragrant scent of the woods.

Atleion could have laid upon the ground forever, basking in the glow of the sun peaking through the branches. It was calm, quiet, as the forest often was. The serenade of distant animal calls, and the dabble of the river rushing from the far off mountains, lulled him to a drowsy near-slumber.

He may well have fallen asleep had it not been for a sudden weight dropped onto his small body. It knocked the breath from his lungs, eliciting a sharp wheeze.

"Come on, lazy! If we don't keep moving, we're never going to get back before Shaderoot notices."

Atleion's eyes, dark as soot, opened up wide. The world around him was a brightened blur of spire-like trees stretching up into a patchwork canopy. However, placed squarely within his view, was something quite different from a tree.

It was Elyia, adorned in her snowy white shawl, and her finely knit tunic. Her dusky skin caught the shadows of the branches, and her silvery gaze twinkled with the light of adventure.

The weight upon his stomach returned, more forceful and insistent, as Elyia shook him with her foot. She waved a hand above his face for good measure, then took a step back. Like a clock's pendulum, her woolen white tail swayed to a steady, unheard beat.

"It's not much further. Promise!" She beamed. Without another word, she spun on her heels and disappeared from his field of view.

Atleion caught his breath. With a smile spread over his face, he sat up and adjusted his thick poncho over his small frame. Blue, white, and elaborate, it carried the swirling patterns of old decorative symbols common to his people.

"It was only a minute!", Atleion called out. On his feet, he dusted grass off of his knees. He shook his head, sending the unruly mop of curls upon it into a frenzy. His lush purple hair tangled up, right to the tip of his ponytail. With one forceful swing, his tail dislodged the rest of the loose grass clinging to his fur, and he scampered off after his companion.

"A minute! You almost fell asleep." Elyia protested. She paused by the edge of the slow moving river in front of them. Her bare toes touched the water, curling against the soft dirt.

Though Atleion opened his mouth to protest such an assertion, he knew her to be right. It was all he could do to offer her a sheepish smile when she looked back to him, for he had delayed their journey long enough.

"Got you~" Elyia chirped. Her voice carried like a lofty bird's.

Without further warning, she grasped his hand within her own and set off once more. Her feet nimbly touched the large stones protruding from the river's currents. One after the other, she hopped along them, tugging Atleion in tow, until they safely reached the banks of the other side. Even as Atleion stumbled, sliding into the water, she never once relinquished him to the currents.

His fingers wrapped about Elyia's hand, holding it tightly. He could feel the racing of his heart within his chest. It rose like a leaf on the wind, carried higher the faster the two of them moved through the forest's dense depths.

Before long, the two young Aurin came to a stop. Each of their ears rose high, pointed forward at the silence to surround them. Not even the call of beasts rang within this part of the forest, nor the howl of the wind. It was as if the world had frozen in time.

Stretched before them was a tunnel of foliage and stone. The thicket appeared to go on forever, shadowy, dark, and foreboding. The branches of the brush reached down like monstrous teeth, gnashing at the moss ridden boulders to crowd their roots.

Atleion's toes dug into the pine mould and dirt beneath them. The claw like nails at the ends of his toes raked the ground. His grip on Elyia's hand grew tighter, in a vain attempt to mask the tremble of his limbs.

Elyia's fingers laced with Atleion's. She offered him a warm smile. Her long white tail swung behind her, brushing into his playfully.

Her eyes bore a certitude matched only by the fluidity of her steps. She hesitated not a moment longer before beginning down the thicket encased pathway. All the while, she gently herded Atleion forward, guiding him silently into the belly of the beastly path.

Atleion's thickly furred ears pressed against his head. His tail had ceased any semblance of motion, dragging limply behind him and along the ground. One step after the other, he felt his feet sinking into the layers of old pine needles blended with cool dirt. As he looked down, he could see the trail the two of them left; it was a line of small footprints, overlapping every few beats.

"Ely, we shoul---" Atleion began.

"Shhhh."

Elyia's grasp on his hand tightened. It was faint, but situated just in front of them was a genial glow of light. She followed it as a butterfly drawn to a flower.

Though it lasted only a few minutes, Atleion thought it an eternity. He held his breath until they passed from the shadows.

At once, he was greeted with blinding brightness. His eyes squinted. He reached up to shelter them, blinking several times to adjust to the new visage.

"Isn't it pretty?"

Elyia's voice broke the silence.

Atleion lowered his hand. At a gradual pace, his ears began to rise up, right to the very hairs at their tips.

The thicket the two had traveled through had given birth to a clearing, encircled by centuries old verdune trees that stood guard. They were diligent soldiers, intent on protecting the contents of their station. Like a pond of silk, white flowers rose from the grasses. Some grew taller than others, but they all held in bloom. The sun's light brought a twinkle to them. Perhaps most stunning, however, was the rising stone within the center of the clearing. Its surface was clear as glass, reflecting the scene around it like a steady pond.

Atleion's grip on Elyia's hand loosened. His fingers fell from hers.

"Told you it was cool." Elyia leaned over to whisper in his ear. She bound forward, gently placing her feet between the flowers to avoid crushing them. With the grace of a fawn, she moved upon her toes. Once she reached the reflective stone, she spun back around. Her long white hair caught in the breeze, swaying outward. "You can thank me later."

Atleion held few words. He carefully tried to follow the trail his companion had taken, sliding his small feet into place in spaces the flowers had not taken root. He spun as he walked, twisting to catch every angle within his view.

"How'd you even find this?" Atleion laughed. His gaze whipped towards Elyia, and with it came his hair. The waves of lavender tipped purple dangled within his eyes.

Elyia giggled. She pressed a finger to her lips and winked once. "That would be a secret."

The girl turned to face the reflective stone, peering into it. Her hands touched its surface, fingertips pressed firmly to it.

"Really?" Atleion scoffed. Even as he had, a smile remained on his face. He'd reached the tall stone, and once he looked closely to it, he could see his own reflection, staring back at him with doeish eyes and soft features.

"Mmhm." Elyia made the noise passively. She pulled her hand away from the surface of the stone. "But I thought you should see it. Before tonight. It won't be this easy to sneak out here after ... You know."

Atleion looked towards the ground. His tail came to rest among the flowers, and without a word, he sank down to sit upon his heels. Their days of exploring the forest unfettered were soon to be behind them. This much he knew. They were twelve cycles old, and with that came responsibilities. Their future awaited them within their village, and that night it would be decided.

After inhaling a deep breath, Atleion reached over to touch the glassy stone. His fingers curled against its surface. "Yeah..."

"Have you thought about it?" Elyia crouched down next to him. She smoothed her tunic down before seating herself carefully among the flowers. "What you're going to say?"

Atleion shook his head. He was tight-lipped, and his brows twisted in discomfort.

Silence passed between the two children, the world populated by little more than the carefree wind rustling the flower petals and tree branches.

Atleion opened his mouth to speak, only to stop when he felt something tangling within his hair. His eyes lifted towards Elyia, who had become focused as she messed with his purple locks. Her fingers were nimbly braiding something into his hair, and it was not until she reached for another object that he realized she were braiding flowers into it.

His mouth shut and he eased, shifting as she worked a series of them along the side of his head.

Elyia leaned back and held her fingers in front of her as if to frame Atleion in her view. Her tongue stuck out from the side of her mouth. "Hm."

Her tail gently rolled through the flowers behind her. "There we go."

"What'd you do that for?" Atleion tilted his head upward. One of his ears rose high, and his eyes began searching for an answer not easily found.

She dropped her hands down and flashed a warm grin, enough to shine the sharps of her teeth. "For luck."

With her answer stated, Elyia rose to her feet. She dusted her tunic off, staring down at the small boy next to her. Her hands tucked behind her back, elbows straight. "Nothing to be scared of if the forest is with you. Right?"

Atleion stared up at her with wide eyes. His fingers gently trailed the side of his head, just beneath the flower petals worked into his hair. He smiled wide himself, offering Elyia a firm nod in response.

She coyly slapped his back with her tail, prancing off towards the thicket tunnel they had entered through. Her arms flew up and she called out, loud as she could.

"We should get back! If we're late, even the Old Ones can't save us from Shaderoot's ..." Her fingers pulled her eyelids down from her cheeks, dreary and grim. "Stare of no-fun."

Elyia dropped her hands down and dashed off into the thicket, leaving only a flash of her white hair and tail in view before she disappeared into the shadowy foliage. "Last one there has to tell him where we were!"

Try as Atleion did not to laugh, he could not contain it. His shoulders shook. His face flushed a bright red, and he howled into the quiet, scampering off after Elyia towards the thicket entrance.

His feet clumsily carried him through the flowers. More than once he fell, and his long tail, purple as his hair, with a lavender tip, whipped out to try and maintain his balance. As he reached the thicket's entrance, however, something stopped him dead within his tracks. A whisper.

He stood on his toes. His ears pricked up, twisting each direction his head looked, until he turned to glance back at the glassy stone in the clearing, and the sea of white flowers in bloom.

Nothing was there. As soon as the sensation had washed over him, it had drawn away like the rolling tide.

His ears lowered down. He shook his head... And without giving it a second thought, he bound into the thicket to continue the journey home.

#Wildstar #WildstarRP #WSRP #Stories #Short Stories #Atleion #Aurin #i should have signed up for nanowrimo and written nothing but wildstar fiction what a missed opportunity #oh well #it begins ho ho

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noorakardemmomesaetre · 7 years ago

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Southside High

Chapter Five

Or read it on Ao3

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

warning: lots of romance to ensue.

also, yes, I was absolutely inspired by the video of Cole and Lili singing Second Chance. no shame in my game, everyone.

Summary: Even the best fall down sometimes Even the wrong words seem to rhyme Out of the doubt that fills my mind I somehow find You and I collide - Howie Day

“Shhhh, Veronica!”

Toni throws Veronica a look as she continues stringing the bright white battery-operated Christmas lights through Cheryl’s locker, only causing Veronica to burst into a new wave of giggles. Betty can tell Toni is fighting off her own laughter as she throws Veronica another look before breaking into a huge smile.

“I swear, I can’t take you bitches anywhere.”

Betty chuckles, tossing a few more fresh red rose petals in front of Cheryl’s locker. It’s 6:00am and the girls had (begrudgingly) agreed to help Toni set up her winter formal proposal for Cheryl before she arrived for class. Veronica was walking from the entrance of the school, leaving a trail of rose petals behind her.

“She’s going to love this, it’s so red and romantic,” Veronica sighs, smiling happily as she dumps out the rest of her rose petals on the floor in front of the locker.

“And public,” Betty notes, helping Toni get the last of the lights wrapped up, “Cheryl’s favorite way to do anything.”

Toni laughs, turning on the batteries so the locker lights up like a beautiful square, metal Christmas tree. She steps back, in between Betty and Veronica, and they all admire their hard work.

Winter Formal? is written in calligraphy on a small square of parchment tied to a single red rose inside of Cheryl’s locker, the first thing she’ll see when she opens it.

“Coffee before class?” Veronica asks, smiling at her best friend and newest friend and they all head out for a morning trip to Starbucks.

Two hours later, Cheryl had (of course) said yes, completely swept away by the amount of time and work Toni had put into asking her (and the fact that every student at Southside High had stared at her with silent envy for the rest of the day).

“I can’t believe I’m the only one dating a Northsider now,” Veronica sighs, running a comb through her soft dark curls, “I feel so vanilla.”

Betty snorts into her champagne glass, shaking her head as Cheryl continues straightening her hair.

“I’m not dating Toni,” Cheryl snaps, rubbing a texturizer between her fingers before smoothing it through Betty’s hair.

“Oooohkay, Cher.”

“Someone’s in denial,” Betty giggles, setting her glass down to apply another coat of mascara.

“Me?” Cheryl asks, raising an eyebrow as she pushes Betty’s hair forward, “looked in a mirror, recently, B?”

Betty stops smiling, her mouth falling open at Cheryl’s insinuation and Veronica’s laughter next to her.

“Jughead and I are attending the formal together as journalists, ladies,” she quickly clarifies, turning her attention back to the mascara she’s applying, “you know, for the Black and Gold.”

“Oh, right,” Veronica says, taking a sip of her own champagne as Cheryl sits next to her, picking up the curling iron, “I’m sure you two have a lot to investigate tonight.”

“You two are so annoying,” Betty huffs playfully, rolling her eyes and downing the rest of her champagne.

“Careful, Betty dearest,” Cheryl teases, recurling a piece of hair that had fallen flat, “I’d hate for you to throw up all over Jughead’s only pair of dress shoes tonight.”

Veronica spits out the sip of champagne she had just taken, effectively spraying it onto Cheryl’s vanity mirror as she grins. Feeling like her cheeks are on fire, Betty pushes the glass away, glaring at Cheryl before she laughs.

She was never going to live that down.

An hour later, pounding on the front doors of Thornhill lets the girls know that their dates have arrived. Jughead would be driving Betty, Toni, and Cheryl in his dad’s truck while Archie and Veronica would follow behind in his Jeep.

“DAMN, Cheryl!” Toni says as the door swings open, her eyes having immediately found her, “you look flawless.”

Cheryl smiles, her eyes traveling down her date’s tightly clad body as Toni walks up and kisses her cheek softly, “as do you, Topaz.”

Betty feels her friends’ conversations fall away as she notices Jughead.

A well-fitted all-black-suit-wearing Jughead. His eyes lift to hers nonchalantly from the door frame he’s leaning against, his lips tilting up into a small smile.

Wow.

“No Southside Serpent jacket tonight,” she coolly observes, smirking as she closes the space between them, moving her hair behind her.

“No Sunday school sweater either,” he shoots back, but his eyes linger on her bare shoulders and Betty feels her cheeks burn at the thought of his lips pressed against the skin there.

Get your mind out of the gutter, goodness Betty.

“Ready?” she hears Archie call out as the group heads towards their respective vehicles.

Betty smiles to herself out of surprise when Jughead opens the door for her, offering his hand to help her into the truck.

“So chivalrous,” she says softly as she places her hand daintily into his, sliding into the front seat. His hand falls away from hers and he looks like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it and shuts the door with a firm click.

“Can we please play some party music, Jones?” Toni calls out from the backseat and Betty notices out of the corner of her eye that Cheryl’s fingers are casually intertwined with Toni’s, before she adds, “I’m not really in the mood for that sad, brooding shit you usually play.”

Jughead grumbles something about how Toni can always walk if she wants, before he turns the station to play the recent radio hits.

The drive to the formal is quiet sans for the new Ed Sheeran song that’s flowing through the speakers and Toni and Cheryl’s quiet whispers and laughter behind them.

Betty looks out the window, running her fingers anxiously over her lavender dress as they approach the school.

“You look beautiful.”

Betty turns to look at him, unsure if she had heard him correctly.

“I’m sorry?”

He turns on his blinker and glances at her, before looking straight ahead and clearing his throat, “I said you look beautiful, Betty.”

Betty’s eyebrow arches as she stares at him wondering who this kind gentleman is that has suddenly replaced her asshole fellow journalist, quickly noting that the giggling from the back had quieted.

“Oh, thanks, Jughead.”

She glances behind her, as he pulls into a parking spot, to see Cheryl and Toni staring back at her, both of them smirking knowingly.

They quickly hop out of the truck, Toni assisting Cheryl and not releasing her hand as they walk towards the school entrance.

“So, try to remember the decorations and the music that’s playing,” Jughead says, as they walk into the school together, his hands in his pockets, “for the article.”

Betty glances around, taking note of the dollar-tree streamers and tablecloths, before pretending to noticeably yawn.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?”

“To be quite honest, Jughead,” Betty says, smiling at his smirk and folding her arms, “I don’t know what’s more boring for me right now, you or writing about these decorations.”

He laughs, a soft real laugh, which only makes Betty smile more.

His laughter is so endearing, she thinks.

“Fine,” he says, raising his hands in surrender, “what will make me and this article less boring for you, princess?”

His gaze falls to her pouty bottom lip, the one she has pulled between her teeth now.

“I need to dance immediately,” Veronica announces as she walks up, dragging an unaffected-looking Archie behind her.

Betty quickly turns to smile at her best friend, stepping away from Jughead and calming her now pounding heart.

“I don’t really dance,” Jughead quickly interjects and Archie throws him a sympathetic smile, as if to say, unfortunately, man, you do now.

“Just stand next to Betty and try not to look so angry,” Veronica sighs, as she grabs Betty’s hand and pulls her out to where Toni and Cheryl are already dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

There are bodies moving everywhere around them, gyrating to the fast beats of the music. It’s dark sans for the multi-colored and white lights that swirl around the dance floor and the DJ. Betty panics for a moment when Veronica lets go of her, her eyes searching the crowd for Jughead.

A hand presses against her lower back briefly and she turns to see Jughead there, a small smile on his face as the group opens up to allow him to step in.

Betty starts to wonder if that small smile is only for her, but quickly brushes the thought away. Journalists. We are here as journalists.

They sway to the beat of a few more songs, Jughead barely moving, before a slow song begins to flow through the speakers.

Veronica’s arms immediately wrap around Archie’s neck, her head resting comfortably against his shoulder as the rest of the crowd begins to couple up.

To Betty’s surprise, Cheryl offers her hand to Toni, who immediately takes it, resting her other hand on Cheryl’s lower back. Cheryl turns to smile encouragingly at Betty, before resting her free hand on Toni’s bare shoulder.

“Do you want to dance?” Jughead asks Betty softly, before quickly adding, “I’m not a big fan of standing awkwardly in the middle of large crowds.”

Betty laughs, turning to set both of her hands on his shoulders as he places his hands on either sides of her waist. She almost wants to laugh at the amount of space between them, but refrains, glancing around the auditorium as Post Malone’s, “I Fall Apart” rings out.

She looks down, avoiding his eyes as they sway gently to the beat, feeling more and more nervous. She’s never been this close to him, not while sober anyways.

“I didn’t realize we were in 8th grade again.”

Toni giggles, her and Cheryl having managed to dance their way over to Jughead and Betty. Betty feels Cheryl’s long nails press against her back, effectively shoving her into Jughead.

“Whoa,” he says, laughing lightly as his hands adjust, moving to her lower back, holding her close to him. Her arms wrap around his neck to make up for the lack of space between them now, looking up at him.

Wow…he’s tall…and he smells good…like cigarettes and…soap…

“So, what do you think of all of this? You know, for a guy who,” she starts to say, before dramatically furrowing her eyebrows and frowning, deepening her voice to mimic his, “doesn’t do school dances?”

“Ha ha,” he laughs softly as they move to the beat, and she tries to ignore the fact that his thumb is gently rubbing small soothing circles on her lower back, “well, I’m no Roger, but hopefully I’m a decent date.”

“Richie,” she corrects him teasingly and he quickly looks down at her, narrowing his eyes before breaking into that signature small smile.

The song ends and Jughead immediately drops his arms, stepping away from her. Toni quickly comes over and whispers something in his ear, a sly smile on her face as Jughead rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, okay.”

Toni smiles, reaching over and squeezing Betty’s arm before walking back to Cheryl and heading out of the auditorium.

“What was that about-“

“B!” Veronica squeals next to her, “Archie and I are leaving, we have some business to tend to, but we’ll be at Pop’s in a couple of hours if you and JJ want to join!”

Jughead winces at being referred to as JJ, but doesn’t say anything as the girls hug and Veronica leads Archie to the exit.

“What did Toni say?” Betty asks, turning to Jughead as a new song picks up, bodies bouncing up and down around them.

“Her and Cheryl have found their own ride home,” he shrugs, raising an eyebrow at Betty to further his point. Betty shakes her head and laughs. Damn, she thinks, my friends are completely insatiable.

“Should we go?” Betty asks reluctantly, raising her voice over the music. Jughead glances around before turning back to her.

“I’m ready if you are.”

He’s ready? Ouch.

Betty nods, smiling slightly before she begins to make her way out of the crowd, allowing herself to be pushed around by the dancing bodies that surround her. They finally get to the exit and Betty turns to laugh at a completely disgruntled looking Jughead.

He swings open the exit and steps out into the pouring rain, turning quickly to look at Betty who looks apprehensive.

“Afraid of a little rain, princess?” he grins at her teasingly and she rolls her eyes until he slips out of his jacket, holding it up and out so that she can walk underneath it.

“Race you to the truck,” she says, raising a challenging eyebrow and slipping out of her heels before adding, “unless you’re afraid of a little rain?”

She doesn’t wait for his response as she rushes out into the water, running as fast as she can, screeching loudly when she feels his arms wrap around her waist and lift her up.

He quickly turns and sets her down gently behind him before taking off towards the truck again.

“Are you fucking serious, Jughead?!” she yells in disbelief, before taking off at a sprint to catch back up to him.

Jesus Christ, for a lanky journalist, he sure is fast.

His hand touches the back of his truck as he turns to grin at her in triumph just as she slips on some loose mud, slamming into him. His arms wrap around her tightly as the wind is knocked out of him.

“Shit!” she squeals, laughing as she uses his body to right herself, looking up at him as the rain pounds down around them.

“You alright-“ he tries to ask, but is quickly consumed with his own laughter as they look at each other’s completely drenched bodies.

She quickly pushes away from him, running her fingers over her wet hair as he stares at her, his eyes dark, rain drops falling from his lashes.

As if something has awakened him, he turns and heads towards the passenger door, opening it for her and helping her climb inside.

He blasts the heaters as soon as their doors shut, pulling off his beanie and running his fingers through his damp curls.

“Sorry, but we’re not listening to this mainstream garbage anymore,” he huffs as he turns the radio to a station he obviously enjoys more. Betty places her hands over the heater, refusing to look at herself in his visor mirror and thanking the make-up gods that she had worn waterproof mascara tonight.

They drive in silence, neither mentioning how close they had been tonight, how their bodies had been pressed against each other, how his gaze had shifted to her bare shoulders on several occasions.

As they drive through Southside, Second Chance by Shinedown begins to play and Betty can’t help but smile as Jughead’s fingers begin to tap against the steering wheel.

His voice is soft, almost inaudible, as he begins to sing, “my eyes are open wide and by the way, I made it through the day.”

Betty sits back, reaching out to turn the music up. Jughead doesn’t look at her, but a smile plays on his face as he continues to sing, the music almost drowning him out completely.

“I just saw Haley’s comet. She waaaaved.”

As the music plays, his fingers continue to tap against the steering wheel and Betty can’t take it anymore, this is one of her favorite songs.

Both of their voices harmonize loudly as they sing, “somewhere in the stratosphere!”

Betty breaks out her air guitar, strumming the fake chords as he bobs his head along to the music, putting more effort into his air drumming on the steering wheel, “tell my mother, tell my father, I’VE DONE THE BEST I CAN!!”

Jughead stops singing, looking over at Betty as her voice melodically rings out, “sometimes goodbye is a second chance.”

Making a split second decision, he pulls over, putting the truck in park on the side of an empty road next to a vast field.

Betty turns, her heart pounding as he unbuckles his seatbelt, the heat in his eyes matching her own.

His lips press against hers as she unbuckles her own seatbelt, leaning forward and tangling her hands in his wet hair. His hand slides behind her neck as their kiss deepens, her lips parting as his tongue slips into her mouth. She grips his hair to stabilize herself, panting as her teeth dig into his bottom lip, eliciting a rough moan from him.

“I can’t – I need to be close to you – “ he murmurs, pulling away from her and Betty searches his face, her breathing shallow and hot before she understands. She attempts to stand, pulling her soft lavender dress up to her knees and moving so that she can straddle him.

He pulls her down, adjusting underneath her so that she’s more comfortable before her hands are tangled in his hair and her lips slam down against his once more. His fingers grip her thighs just above her knees as his kisses run down her neck, his teeth sinking in to the smooth skin.

Panting, Betty pulls her hand away from his hair, slamming it against the newly fogged window, as he continues leaving his mark on her bare skin.

writing this fic is so much fun and is absolutely amazing, but hearing from you all is my favorite part. I love hearing your thoughts, so if you'd like to leave some, please do! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! xx

#bughead fanfiction #bughead #southside high #southside serpent jughead #fanfiction #possibly light smut in this chapter

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saniika · 7 years ago

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Are you still taking Red prompts? I am curious how you'd write "The hunter murders the grandmother and claims a wolf did it. Red knows the truth but no one believes her." -> Mila, Georgi.

Rating: E - triggers: please check out the tags and warnings on AO3. Many - horror.

Beta @narcissuspseudonarcissus (they are so good, I can’t believe it, see their work pls!)

Commit your crime in your deadly time

“Lilia, Lilia, please!”

The nun tried to push away the young woman away gently at first, but the more she kissed her hand, the harsher she had to be. If she didn’t contain the captive in the cell in a composed manner, the guards would come, hearing the commotion. Sister Lilia did not it like when they came in to establish order.

Order they called it. Filthy excuse, hiding evil deeds. Sister Lilia was lucky that she was under the protection of her habit. It was most likely the only thing that kept them away. The guards of cardinal Feltsman were horrible creatures, capable of such deeds that Sister Lilia doubted if they were human. No soldiers in the country were as ruthless as them and no one really knew what responsibilities their work entailed. Something told her that it was the reason why they were allowed so much and why their blatant transgressions were ignored so easily.

“I beg you, oh god I beg you! Oh god, please…!!! Please, please!” the woman hung on her arm and kissed her fingers, staining it with tears and snot. She was a complete mess, completely frantic, begging with her whole body not to leave her side. Her state was rather poor; a rough, linen tunic covered her from neck to toes. It was reused many times and contained countless stains from the previous owners which could not be washed away. Sister Lilia saw her bitten nails and dirty feet. The girl was kept barefeet in the dark, so she must have nibbled on her nails to contain some calm.

“What the fuck is going on there! Shut up or we’ll do it ourselves!” Sister Lilia flinched, eyes trained on the spot where the wall curved. The guards were only few meters away and could hear everything. It was not safe, no one here was safe. “Shhhh! Quiet, for the love of god, be quiet. Do you want them to come here? Child, release me, I have to go. It’s not safe to stay so long.” With that she roughly pressed the woman away from herself and fixed her robe. The woman fell to her knees and kissed the hem of her skirt and wasn’t coherent anymore.

“Yes, yes... Lilila, please I beg you, save me, please, please, please… It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me...” The red tresses were sticking to her cheeks, hiding the blue eyes. It wasn’t anything new to Lilia’s ears, she heard it countless times since they brought her here kicking and screaming. They snatched her straight from the townsquare as she came running from the woods drenched in the blood, just her eyes’ white piercing the sea of red. It was as if she had been born just now, thrown into the world, hit by the cold and and no one to console her with their warmth. The crowd was shocked. The talk echoed through the town for weeks after.

The poor girl was deemed insane. They discovered her grandmother torn to pieces in her cottage and nothing helped her granddaughter Mila, since she held the murder weapon in her hands. A long thin knife, the blade gleaming in between the rivulets of blood; the men had to tear it away from her fingers. “The Hunter, the Hunter did it! It was him! The Hunter!” She screamed on and on. Yet none of her calls were answered and to her horror, she was locked up deep into the wet gutters of the dungeon while others decided upon her faith.

No hunters were sent out on a patrol that day, the soldiers attended the cardinal during an important procession. So no one officially or unofficially could have done it. The young woman’s cries didn’t make sense and even the most impartial souls could’t find a thread to hold onto her defense. There was no case to build upon. The process was quick and done in her absence, the stake built even faster. Sister Lilia was contacted and told that a young priest will accompany Mila on her last days and absolve her of the sins. The last fight for her soul as they said. Sister Lilia knew it was a farce, and that she was a little pawn in the catholic power grid. A step amiss meant you could just as easily end at the stake like Mila. The luckiest alternative was to sent into exile or a remote cloister with earth barren and stony, where you could only grow the most durable plants.

That’s why she pried herself away from the poor woman’s clutches, her christian promise of caring for others giving way to her own self preservation. She walked out of the cell as if the ground was molten iron and her clothes itched her skin like army of ants. She consoled herself with the weak argument, that the priest will pick up the scraps and do his job. He was young, full of energy and belief. Sister Lilia didn’t understand how such a pristine soul could be serving the cardinal and most of all, how he became his favorite.

Her shoulders became light when she saw him pass her by in the corridor. The air turned fresh, moist and pleasant when he entered. A calming fragrance accompanied him, clad in black, stripped of earthly possessions. His movements speaking of grace hypnotised the ones to which he whispered in silent baritone voice. Sister Lilia never met anyone like him before. In his presence she forgot her status and all earthly weight, the moments with him gave peace and clarity to everyone. She seen it with her own eyes before, hardly believing it was possible.

First time he entered the captive’s cell, Mila stopped to shake and let him sit her down on her bed. She allowed him to wash her face and comb her hair. He was caring for her like a mother would for her child. He didn’t bring any food or water, his kindness and human warmth seemed to sate Mila with what she hungered after. Sister Lilia left them alone, happy she could leave the burden to him and assured internally that Mila was in the best hands.

“Mila.” The priest said, no questions asked, no demands and yet it worked like magic, unlocking Mila’s lips like a forgotten chest. No sobs or swaying affect her speech, she was the same sane woman they all knew. “It wasn’t me, Father. I didn’t kill her.”

“Then who was it? Tell me their name. Tell me the name of the demon who led your hands. Tell me and all will be well. There is still time.”

Mila chuckled, wiped her stray tear and watched her intertwined fingers in her lap. “I don’t know his name, he called himself The Hunter. He said… he’ll come for me soon too. I’m, I’m glad. Burning at the stake is a better choice than dying at his hands. It was the devil himself. If you could only see his eyes. They glimmered like black beady pearls, soulless like they belonged to a pig.”

She looked at the young priest and took in his light frown. She hated to make him worried. If she could she would please him and fulfill all of his wishes. Yet, he never talked about anything else but her and the God. And so she found herself telling him everything, truth and hidden secrets that weighted at her soul. He cradled his cheek and brushed his calloused thumb on her cheekbone, eyes trained on her kindly from underneath the long eyelashes. He never argued with her, never challenged her, just asked and listened. What she said to him, he accepted and didn’t treat her like an insane person or a filthy witch. Mila would eat out of his hand.

“Georgi, could you ask the hangman to choke me before the burning? I, I have a ring my mother left me behind. Could it be enough to bribe him?” She couldn’t help but ask for the favor, clinging to his gentle hands, begging with her eyes.

Georgi’s frown deepened and to her surprise he pulled her up to his arms, up from the ground where she leaned upon his knee earlier. His embrace was sudden, enveloping her in safety, bare hands diving into the curls of her hair, his breath stopped at her shoulder. The priest’s worry clear and something more from him was being given to her, which she didn’t know how to interpret in the shock. Could he perhaps… would he even dare… her thoughts raced like birds in the storm.

“Milochka!” Georgi’s broken voice whispered to her ear, his lips brushing her shell lightly, his palms mapping out her back, spreading his touch like a thin veil of summer rain. A kiss was pressed to her forehead and she couldn’t help but sigh dejected, disappointed deep down it wasn’t placed elsewhere as she hoped. His kiss burned her skin hours after he left.

The phantom of it chased away any nightmares of the execution that was scheduled in the morning.

#red riding hood prompts #Georgi/Mila #georgila #trigger #Siouxsie And The Banshees Face To Face #writing prompt #prompt #eclair #horror #is this even a prompt still i mean oh whatever #ask

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bokura-no-ua · 7 years ago

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Inktober - Day 8: Crooked

Pairing: Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki Rating: T Other Tags: A tad of social anxiety and some questionable behaviour on the part of a few young men

Art by Kumi. Words by Red. Read it on AO3! Please, do not repost anywhere.

Love-in-idleness

The atmosphere was stifling, and Denki brought his hand up to loosen the tie, the feeling of it around his collar constricting. He really hated these kinds of events, especially when propriety and formal attire were involved.

All U.A. students had to attend the formal party organised by the school so he had no other choice but to dress up accordingly. He wasn’t entirely sure what they were supposed to be celebrating but he knew the whole thing was for a charity of some sort, so he couldn’t really find it in himself to complain too much. He was an U.A. student now, so he had to suck it up and put up with everything that came along with that title.

He had started the evening off with his classmates, but they had soon broken up into smaller groups of twos and threes, until it was just him, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou in one corner of the crowded room. However, after a short while, Sero claimed to be starving and left with Kirishima towards a table filled with fancy-looking food, whose ingredients they could not recognise and ended up asking Bakugou for help in deciphering what was what.

So, he had then drifted from group to group, chatting amiably with everyone he encountered throughout the majority of the event. He got to know quite a few of the first-years from other classes as well as feeling slightly intimidated by the powerful aura of a handful of second- and third-year students.

As of right now, though, he was standing near the doors that led to one of the balconies, shoulders and back leaning heavily against the wall. He was sure that if a teacher were to see him like that, he would get scolded but, for the first time that night, he didn’t care.

Denki needed a break.

He made a beeline for the balcony doors the second he saw the teachers nearby get lost in the sea of people.

The second he stepped out, he breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, his body relaxing immediately. He even literally welcomed the chilly breeze of the autumn evening with his arms wide open before taking the few remaining steps towards the railing.

The night was quiet, the closed doors keeping away both the music and the incessant chatter he was sure was happening on the other side. The smell of rain floated in the air as a few dark clouds took turns covering up the moon hanging high in the sky.

Denki felt at peace here.

He closed his eyes, the wind picking up and ruffling his hair. He was considered a social butterfly by most of his classmates and he knew he could crack a few jokes at the drop of a hat and lighten up the mood quickly, but he treasured moments like these, moments when he could just... be.

He absolutely loved living with everyone else at the dorms but he sure as hell missed being able to isolate himself completely and read for hours on end, maybe with some music playing low in the background.

His thoughts were interrupted, though, by the sound of the handle being turned and the door being opened and closed quickly afterwards. He turned and saw Jirou sigh in relief, her forehead pressed against the glass for a second before moving away from the door and finally spotting Denki behind her.

Perfect, he thought. Of all the people at the party that could’ve cut into his peaceful, alone time, it had to be Jirou, the girl who loved antagonising him. It didn’t help that their every interaction made him develop the tiniest of crushes on her, or the fact that her purple dress made her body look even more petite and cute.

She was wearing a short, dark purple dress, with lace covering her chest all the way up to the base of her neck. He had no idea what kind of name the neckline might have or what skirt it was, but she looked amazing in it nonetheless. And the addition of the leather jacket made the whole outfit suit her even more. He swallowed loudly, thankful that the moonlight wasn’t illuminating his face right then.

He put on a big smile and called out to her.

“Hey, Ji-” She ran towards him and put her hand on top of his mouth to shut him up.

“Shhhh!” She looked frantically around, as if to make sure they were actually alone and then over her shoulder, checking to see if anyone came through the door. “They might hear you!”

“Who?” came Denki’s muffled response from behind Jirou’s hand. She removed it, seemingly disgusted by the proximity.

“Just some guys who wouldn’t stop following me around. I also needed a break from the party itself, honestly,” she said and sighed again. She moved to the railing and turned, her back pressed against it while her elbows rested on top of it.

“Weren’t you with Yaomomo and Mina?” he asked, a frown appearing on his face as he walked closer to her.

“I was, until I lost them while I was coming back from the bathroom, which is when these guys spotted me. I have no idea what they want, but the way they were staring gave me the creeps,” she explained with a shudder. At his questioning look, she added, “They were worse than Mineta watching that interview with Midnight and Mount Lady for the one hundredth time.”

“Wow, that bad?” To which she just nodded, silence falling on them right after.

The quiet Denki had been seeking had been completely disrupted by Jirou’s sudden appearance. He tried to get back to his previous state of calmness and peacefulness, but her presence, along with the reason as to why she had joined him, prevented him from being able to relax fully.

He chanced a glance and saw her fiddling with the sleeves of her jacket. Even though she had this tough look most of the time, she was obviously still shaken up by those dudes leering at her. He willed his anger down at that thought and decided to try and cheer her up. It was the least he could do, right?

“Hey,” he said, another smile tugging at his lips when his eyes met hers. “You’re wearing purple, are you an old woman perhaps?”

Denki’s attempt at a joke was met with a succession of punches to any parts of his body Jirou could reach.

“What - the - heck, Ka - mi - na - ri?!” Each word and syllable of his name were said quietly, so as not to alert anyone that they were out there, and they were accompanied by a hit.

“It was a joke! A joke! Stop hitting me!” he tried to defend himself and deflected her attacks, something which only served to aggravate her even further. He was at least thankful that she hadn’t used her Earphone Jacks; those hurt a lot.

“What kind of a lame joke was that?” Jirou asked, a final fist successfully connecting with Denki’s chest.

“There’s this poem that begins with the line ‘When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple, with a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.’ It’s pretty well-known.”

“Well, I... have never heard of it and I don’t really get what the joke was.”

“Never mind,” he said, and they stood in silence once more.

Denki felt bad now. He had just been trying to lighten up the mood! He didn’t know why he could never get her to laugh like he did with everyone else. Maybe he shouldn’t beat around the bush? Perhaps being more straightforward was the answer here.

So, after a few minutes of thinking, he went with a different approach.

“Did you know,” he paused for dramatic effect and only continued when he made sure she was actually listening to him, “that purple has always been associated with nobility and luxury because it was such a hard pigment to come by in the past? Only emperors and nobles had enough money to pay for garments dyed in that colour.”

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow at him. This was the most responsive he had ever seen Jirou being towards him, so he went on.

“Yeap,” he nodded as he looked up at the moon. “There was a time in ancient Rome when only the Emperor had the privilege of wearing that colour. Same thing here in Japan, we associate it with wealth and position. Also, the darker the shade, the more dignified the colour is perceived to be.”

After his little rant filled with fun facts was over, he lowered his gaze back to his companion and found her face rather close to his. He swallowed again as her eyes analysed every shift in his expression.

He had no idea what was going on inside her mind, but she must’ve found whatever answer she was looking for because, then, Jirou took a step back, her hands coming up to Denki’s tie, making quick work at adjusting it. He had actually completely forgotten about his lack of air from earlier.

“You know, you don’t have to try so hard if you just want to say you like the colour of my dress, stupid,” she mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Alright, then. I do actually like the colour of the dress. I think it suits you,” Denki replied softly, his face completely open and vulnerable if anyone were to walk out onto the balcony and see them.

She lightly hit him in the chest after finishing with the tie and walked back to the door.

“Let’s get back,” she said over her shoulder, and Denki followed her, keeping his body close to hers in case those guys were still around.

After a brief walk, he saw Jirou waving at the girls from their class. As he saw her practically sprint towards them, he thought that, even if the symbolism was different, Jirou definitely was the embodiment of the poem Denki had mentioned: never conforming to anything or anyone, always bending the rules and surpassing people’s expectations.

Denki grinned as he waved at the girls and almost didn’t notice the small smile in Jirou’s face that was being directed his way. His hand faltered a little in the air and he turned, face red, and decided to go find his three friends.

By the time he found them, standing near the same table piled up with food, his heart was beating rapidly still but, despite being surrounded by people from all angles, he at least felt unbelievably happy.

#Kaminari Denki #Jirou Kyouka #Kamijirou #BnHA #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Inktober #Day 8 #our art #our stories

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fiercyy · 7 years ago

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Summary: After the war, Rukia remains in the human world with Ichigo. “It’s not that he doesn’t think about Soul Society often, he does. He thinks about it in the way he thinks about finishing his Masters, kids and death. It’s a long way off. He can plan for it, count on it even, but he isn’t quite ready. Soul Society is his future, but it will keep.” Pure fluff and smut.

For @deathberryprompts ‘Youth’, I thought it’d be cool to write about the millennial lives of Ichigo and Rukia if they’d both stayed in the Living World. Featuring Cute Banter, MastersStudent!Ichigo, Food, andahealthysexlifewhatohgod.

Life, Domestic

Tuesday

AO3 FFnet

Given the choice, Ichigo would change very little about his life. One can always have more money, more time, more space. But in the essentials, he is the luckiest man on earth, living or dead.

His life is full.

Ichigo lives in a small, one bedroom apartment, just off campus. He’s studying literature and creative writing. He has a job waiting tables that has flexible hours and TAs for the professor that teaches Shakespearian Comedies.

He has a ‘usual coffee place’ where he can sit down and write, free of distraction. The baristas know him by name and have been encouraged by persons unknown to draw a strawberry on his cup every time. There is two days’ worth of leftovers in his fridge, so he won’t have to cook for a while. No one has asked him to kill a ghostly monster in weeks.

His sisters will be graduating high school soon, he has plans to go back to see them walk across the podium. His friends are scattered throughout Japan, abroad and various other planes of existence, but they call often.

Everyone he loves is healthy and whole, living the best lives they can.

Tuesday consists of a very early morning class, grading ‘reflections’ on Much Ado About Nothing and a lunch shift.

He clocks out after his last table is done at five thirty, hands off to the dinner shift and drags his feet all the way home.

Ichigo’s apartment is on the tenth floor and overlooks an office’s courtyard, so it’s relatively quiet at night. There’s no one else calling the elevator, so it carries him home swiftly.

The hallway light closest to his door flickers, worsening his headache. He wants sleep, food and a shower in that order. He doesn’t care if he gets sauce from the restaurant on the sheets.

The lights are all on and the sounds of jazz and sizzling meat waft through the air.

The kitchen takes up a small corner, the counter is cramped with small appliances because of the limited cupboard space. A kettle, coffee maker, and French press crowd to the left of the stove, each containing the dregs of the morning and last night. Bowls, utensils and a dirty cutting board litter what little available space there is, including the small kitchen table.

“What are you doing?”

Rukia beams up at him briefly before turning back to the stove. “I’m procrastinating with cooking.”

“Productive procrastination,” he comes up behind her and leans his face into her right shoulder. “I like it.” He presses a kiss there, or tries to, really he just sort of puckers them where they touch her.

Her skin is so warm and inviting at the end of what feels like the longest day of the week. Slowly he wraps his arms around her torso, holding on. They stay like that for a while: Ichigo quietly absorbing strength from Rukia, Rukia smiling to herself. Both are absolutely, completely content with their lives in this moment.

The incandescent happiness of sharing a life with your best friend.

“So, do we have a single clean bowl left or what?”

“We will when you wash them.”

“What the hell?! No!”

“I cooked!”

Ichigo rolls his eyes but can’t really argue with that. He playfully bites her shoulder. “You’re such a pain,” he growls around her skin, chewing. “And so spoiled, you didn’t even clean the french press.”

“Start rinsing, we don’t have any clean plates.”

Dinner is done before he can wash more than three plates and two sets of utensils. The table is still cluttered with cookery, so they sit down on the floor between the couch and coffee table. Rukia leans against his right side as she digs in. Ichigo’s hand curls around her knee and traces meaningless swirls in and out of the valley where her thigh and calf fold together. He’s right handed, but he eats with his left.

Every few bites she’ll look up at him and smile. It makes their badly lit apartment seem so much brighter.

“Do you have a day off tomorrow?”

Rukia taps her chopsticks against her lips, taking a moment to think. “I’ll need to prepare a case sometime before Thursday, so I can put it off another day.”

He quirks an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth goes with it. His smirk is hinting and gleeful. “We could sleep in… hang out… avoid responsibilities.”

She sets the utensils down. “You have the strangest euphemisms. You don’t need so many, you know.”

“Do I need any at all anym- oomph!”

She’s smooth. In one motion, Rukia has hooked a leg over his waist and situated herself in his lap. She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him deeply, pressing him back against the seat of the couch. The tandem they reach is practiced, refined through years of familiarity, and unbending trust.

Their love is sturdy. Their hearts are steel; they reside with each other, in a place between them that’s wholly theirs.

And they’re going to do it on their living room floor, which hasn’t been vacuumed in a few weeks.

Slowly, Ichigo slides them down, pulling Rukia on top of him. A loud crunch sounds behind his head. Rukia furrows her brow and Ichigo winces. She holds up his head to inspect the source and finds a crushed potato chip.

She positively shrieks with laughter at the sight.

“Hey, stop!”

She can’t. She keeps laughing; a breathless, high keen.

“Come on, it’s not that funny!”

This just makes her laugh harder. She snorts.

Ichigo sits up far enough that Rukia has to support herself by grasping his shoulders. The flat look he shoots her makes her laugh even harder. Her fingers slip and she falls back.

“Hahaha ow...ha...ha… I can’t breath!”

“Shut up!”

“I...haha...CAN’T!”

He buries his face in her neck and blows a raspberry, but fails because he can’t stifle his own giggles.

“Shhhh,” he has to kiss her. It’s the only way.

She sighs into his mouth, calming. Mission accomplished.

A pale hand cards through his hair, pulling him closer. His hands find the small of her back. They clench and unclench in time with their kiss.

As his hand slides up, pulling her t-shirt with it, his mouth travels downward. Ichigo stops to kiss her clavicle then lower to her heart, then lower again to the soft flesh below her sternum. Here he stops and scrapes his teeth along her skin, making her shiver.

Then he makes a big show of collapsing dramatically into her stomach, winding her. “Can’t, too tired. You made me do dishes.”

Rukia arches her back to buck him off. He gloms on like a koala, snuggling his face into her ribs.

“I can’t be expected to do domestic things,” he claims over her laughs, “Eat four servings and have the energy to make sweet love to you. I’m in a food coma.”

“Grosssss!” she gasps, still in hysterics.

“Wait no, still hungry,” he mock bites her ribs, dissolving her further.

“You’re such a child!”

In a second, Rukia has him flat on his back. She seats herself firmly on his stomach and plants their joint hands on either side of his head. Slowly, she lowers herself closer to his face, enough that he can feel her breath and pick out the nigh invisible freckle in the bow of her lips.

“I suppose you don’t have the energy to get out of this?”

“Why would I ever want to?” he replies cheekily.

A fond smile steals across her face. She kisses him this time, slow and unhurried.

And then she’s gone.

The hands that held his down slip through his fingers. Her warmth and weight have vanished.

Her long hair tickles his face like a kiss goodbye.

The panic of long ago is gone, laid to rest by a thousand days of company.

Rukia bounds into the bedroom, with him hot on her heels. He doesn’t bother to close the door behind him. Her shriek as he tackles her to the bed is cut off by his lips.

The wound of her past departures is long closed and healed over. She’s here, she stays, she is building a life. With him. At this point they are so entwined in each other it’s hard to imagine any life without her. But that’s been the case since he was fifteen.

It’s not that he doesn’t think about Soul Society often, he does. He thinks about it in the way he thinks about finishing his Masters, kids and death. It’s a long way off. He can plan for it, count on it even, but he isn’t quite ready. Soul Society is his future, but it will keep.

In the meantime, he’ll take this life and be thankful for every second of it.

She sheds her shirt and shorts while he occupies himself with her hair, the apple of her cheek, her chin, her throat.

“Pay attention,” she grumbles, trying in vain to get his shirt off.

“I am paying attention, you just want me to pay attention to something different.”

She kicks him.

Then his arms are full of her, bare and beautiful. Impatient.

He does as she bid; removes his pants and when the shirt comes up over his eyes and joins the growing pile on the floor, finds himself face to face with a stark naked Rukia. Her bra and panties swing from her pointer finger. She winks and crooks that same finger at him. Without hesitation he smashes his lips against hers again.

Hands travel down his spine and cup his backside, grinding his pelvis against hers. Strong fingers knead the flesh and the burn in his tired muscles is sweet.

He likes to hold her face in his hands as he kisses her. He likes to run his fingers through her hair and cradle the back of her neck to angle their heads just so. She’s always cold to the touch, but she burns to him.

Rukia uses her foot to leverage him up and then under her. Her nails are gentle rakes that scratch a sweet itch as they travel down his chest and thighs. Her breath at his navel is torturous and oh so welcome. He glances down at her and brushes a loose lock of hair out of her eyes. He expects her to get on with it, but instead her sneaky pink tongue peeks out of her lips and runs a trail along his left hip bone, then his right.

“Wait wait waitwaitwait…” he gasps and clenches every muscle in his body. “Hold on.”

He sits up and grasps her inner thigh. Like any two people who have been together a long time, they know how to communicate non-verbally. Rukia nods her head in assent and moves back up his body. Ichigo grabs a pillow from the headboard and stuffs it under his head. Rukia repositions herself so that her thighs brush his cheeks and her breasts press against his abs. She rests her elbows on either side of his hips.

The moment her lips touch the head of him, he spasms. Involuntarily, he grabs her and jerks her hips down to meet his mouth. In tandem, their tongues dart out over aching, unsatisfied flesh.

Rukia’s mouth is warm and slick, in one stroke she takes the whole of him down her throat then bobs back up again. The rough flat of her tongue drags up and down his shaft with each movement, curling at the end as if to punctuate her rythme.

He uses his fingers to gently caress her lips, spread the wetness from her center and draw circles around the clit. As the circles get tighter and quicker she suddenly gasps, releasing him from her mouth with an audible pop.

He smiles to himself and runs his left hands up and down the curve of her spine. He brushes the backs of his knuckles along her ribcage and basks in her delighted sigh.

His tongue flicks out to aid the questing fingers of his right hand. He sucks her clit between his lips and pushes her higher and higher.

She breathes sharply through her nose at the slightest brush, but carries on pumping and teasing him into oblivion. The pleasure and joy builds at the base of his spine and bursts outward. Rukia swallows around him, licking and sucking gentler and gentler with each pulse. She eases him down to earth with languid strokes of her tongue, until it becomes just a little too much. She always seems to know when that will be, because that’s when she lets go with a sweet sigh and a shit eating grin that (this time) he cannot see.

His repose lasts a moment and only that, before he returns to the task at hand.

He knows her every twitch, the way her muscles clench and turn to stone. He knows the way she loves to be gripped, tightly--almost crushing. Her thighs tremble against his cheeks and then-

And then.

They lay there like that, Rukia draped over him like an obscene blanket. She dapples his thigh with gentle kisses, and he slides his hands over every bit of her he can reach.

A gentle weight dances across Rukia’s back, she snorts. “You forgot to close the door.”

Ichigo makes a half hearted attempt to grasp at Spot, their bright orange cat, but she scampers just out of reach and curls into a little ball at the foot of the bed.

Rukia finds her way into his arms and unsubtly tries to shove the tabby off the bed.

Spot, for all her faults, loves Rukia and thinks she’s playing. She hops over Rukia’s foot and primly strolls to the head of the bed to snuggle up beside them. Rukia rolls her eyes. Ichigo finds this whole display decidedly adorable.

Life is good for Ichigo Kurosaki. He’s got a calling, a family, great friends and Rukia. There’s not a lot more that a guy could ask for.

“I call not doing the dishes tomorrow.”

He could do with a few less chores though.

#ichiruki #bleach #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #deathberryprompts #This is my second smut fic #I CRINGED AT MYSELF THE ENTIRE TIME. I’M SORRY. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS????#smut

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oh-goodness-loki · 7 years ago

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All I Ask of You

Chapter 10/12

Hannibal X Will Graham

Notes: ugh this chapter was tough to write.....hopefully it’s not too bad

On AO3 Masterlist

The audience were at the edge of their seats as the scene before them was about to climax. To Hannibal and Will however, it seemed that there was no stage, no theatre, no cops, just them. Will let his eyes drift to his Angel’s lips.

The next thing Will knew, Hannibal was clutching his side, grunting in pain. The audience gasped at the sudden pop of the gun, not sure whether it was part of the play or if it was real. Will looked down to see Hannibal bleeding, his hand red from where the bullet lodged itself in his side. He looked towards the audience frantically to find the source when he noticed Alana was holding a pistol.

Hannibal, who was still holding his side, pulled Will to him and kicked the bannister and Will held on tightly as they fell through the bridge and into the fake fire.

The opera house then started to shake as the chandelier began to make a downward descent onto the crowd, who rushed to move away from the falling ceiling fixture. Everyone started panicking as they made their way to the exits and out of the theatre.

“We’re ruined, Zeller! Ruined!!” Price says as the chandelier crashed into the stage, causing the curtains to burst into flames. Which then spread across the stage in seconds.

Alana climbs down and runs to find Madame Du Maurier. “Where did he take him?” She asked.

“Come, madam, I will take you to him. But remember, keep your hand at the level of your eyes!” They start running towards the entrance to the catacombs.

“I’ll come with you!” Beverly says, worried about her friend and what Alana might do Will’s angel or what his angel might to do him.

“No! Beverly, no! You must stay here!” Her aunt tells her as they rush off.

Will helps Hannibal walk along the pathway to his home. They slowly make their way to Hannibal’s bed. He sits down slowly, wincing in pain.

“What can I do?” Will tries to stay calm, but feels himself slipping in worry at the pain sketched onto his lover’s face. Hannibal takes a few breaths.

“You can go retrieve the supplies in that cupboard over there and I will instruct you on how to use them.” Will does as he’s told and they get to work on removing the bullet from Hannibal’s side. After stitching up the wound and bandaging it up, Will cleans up the bloody rags and putts around the room. Hannibal’s eyes follow Will around. For once, not sure what to say.

“Why did Alana shoot you?” Will asked. Before Hannibal could answer, Will continued on, “In their plans to capture you, they wanted me to bait you and for the police to get you. There was never anything about Alana using a gun!”

“Will.” The brunet turns towards Hannibal. “I believe Madame Du Maurier divulged some information of me to Ms. Bloom that she has kept to herself.”

“What? What could she possibly know about you that I don’t already know? Wait, how does Madame Du Maurier know about you?” Hannibal smiled softly at Will’s possessiveness and tinge of jealousy as he rose from the bed and made his way towards a table. He opened the drawer and took out a small flat black box and opened it, inside was a stack of newspaper clippings. Will noticed that those were the same clippings he had found his first night here.

“Bedelia knows about me simply for the fact that I saved her life, and in doing so, she provided me with a place to live in solitude.” He sat back down on the bed and beckoned Will to do the same. Once he did, he continued, “for you to fully understand, I will need to go further back than that.”

“Alright.” Will said.

“Years ago, I...had a younger sister...Mischa. I looked after her whenever my parents were busy or away.” Hannibal’s eyes become glassy as his mind went back to that dreadful day.

“When I was about nine and Mischa was four, there was a long, cold winter. Everything was as it should be, until one night our home was robbed by a group of men who decided our manor was the perfect place to loot through. They ended up killing our parents and kidnapping us when they heard the police sirens. They took us deep into the forest to a cabin where we stayed for several weeks. Food was very scarce and Mischa and I were starving…the-they killed my sister. And ate her in front of me.” Will looked at him in shock and bewilderment, as for he didn’t know what to say. Learning what his angel, his Hannibal went through at such a young age tore at his heart.

“I ended up escaping and vowing to myself that I would find them again and kill each and every one of them. I was found and taken in by my uncle and his wife. They raised me and sent me to school, but I never forgot about my vow. The night I met Bedelia, was the night I killed the last man, Vladis Grutas, their leader.” Hannibal sighed out, a twinge of fear ate at him as he waited for how Will would react.

“Good. I’m glad you rid the world of that filth.” Will replied, sitting up and crossing his legs as he faced Hannibal, “I just don’t understand how this involves Alana.” Hannibal ponders this, as it had been something he had wondered for quite some time.

“She considers me a danger to you; that I will manipulate you to do what I please. I am certain there are other things that she has misrepresented in the story Bedelia told her of me.”

“So basically, she’s jealous.” Hannibal looked over to see Will seethe at the fact. Hannibal stood up suddenly and walked towards the entrance of the room. Will followed, confused.

“Hannibal, wha-” Hannibal quickly put his hand over Will’s mouth as he wrapped his other arm around Will’s waist.

“Shhhh, my dear. Listen.” Will quieted down to listen for whatever it was Hannibal heard. Hannibal wrapped his other arm around Will’s waist, waiting for Will to hear it.

Let me know what you guys think!

#all i ask of you #hannigram au #phantom of the opera au #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #alana bloom

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fearofaherobrine · 8 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #202

“Hot Springs Outing”

[Lie] - How about some place Doc can heal up? I think they just threw their back out in front of my place...

[gem] -in chat- I could use relaxing

[Alexsezia] I'm game.

[Doc] Hot water sounds good.

[Herabrine] Ehhh... where at?

[Alexis] - Sure, I think Stevie and Notch could use some more alone time anyways

[Mix] Can I drag Sky with?

[Sky] -in chat- why

[aven] -in chat- no water because if gem is going I am going to be dragged along

[Deer] - Wasn't there a hot springs where we rescued the pokemon?

[Alexsezia] Can't we do just girls for a change?

[Doc] Yes, and does that count me out?

[Deer] - Only if your wearing boy parts love

[gem] aven you don't have to go in go in the water and pokemon

[aven] only for the pokemon

[Doc] ... that can be arranged...

[Mix] I mean technically

[Sky] I'm not going

[Mix] Lame, I'll go with. Where we meeting to go out?

[Sweet Alex] Can we drag Herabrine?

[Herabrine] HEY.

[Lie] - I think I've got CP calmed down enough for me to go

[gem] this sounds like a good time where should I drag aven too?

[Lie] - Well Doc is in front of my place...

[Deer] - I'll gather the pokemon here

[steveson] take alexine I need the time to mine with out her bugging me

[alexine] I don't even know what a hot spring is don't sign me up for stuff like this

[Lie] - It's a very relaxing place, like a natural hot bath

[alexine] hot? like lava?

[Lie] - Not as hot, but very relaxing

[alexine] fine i'll come

[Doc] Lie can you watch Yaunfen for a moment?

[Lie] - Sure- She comes back outside with her two vulpix's

[Doc] Gets up and goes inside to find a private spot to change. Xe comes right back after.

[BEN] - WHY ARE YOU GOING TO WATER!?

[Herabrine] Is it really okay to leave all these men alone unsupervised?

[Lie] - We'll find out

[aven] I am no going in the water I am going to play with pokemon and maybe get my own

[Deer] Arrives with the rest of her and Doc's pokemon-

[Exeggutor] Sniffs Herabrine -

[Herabrine] Swats at it in annoyance

[Lie] - Do we want to take any food?

[Endrea] - Don't worry, I will still be here

[gem] -is arriving with aven her pokemon and the female guardians-

[Doc] Yeah, bring a snack just in case. I always have a little food on me.

[alexine] -also manages to make it to lies house-

[Mix] -Trudges up, mostly pushing Sky, who looks mildly annoyed and a good bit amused-

[Sky] She's very determined to atleast make me come all the way out here, sorry

[RVulpix] Cowers in Lie's arms-

[AVulpix] Jumps around Lie's feet-

[Sweet Alex] Arrives already in a bathing suit with a skirt around her waist. - Hey guys!

[Alexsezia] Rides up on Smudge and jumps him into Lie's paddock with Beau, the vinehorse and the donkey. Smudge spooks a bit at the vinehorse - what the nether?!

[Lie] - What does it look like?

[Alexsezia] A cross between a horse and a wicker basket?

[Doc] Hey now...

[gem] it looks like a plant horse

[Alexis] Arrives- So who else are we waiting for?

[aven] -is peting gem's lunatone- I don't know

[Herabrine] I don't think so....

[Alexsezia] I doubt Flicker or Croca want to go.

[Doc] Quickly balls the Archen and the Exeggutor - Anybody want a ride? - Xe lays down, sprawling out into hir dragon shape.

[Herabrine] Picks up Sweet Alex like a sack of potatos and gets on.

[Sweet Alex] Ummm!

[Alexsezia] Climbs up behind them with a roll of her eyes.

[Sky] -Just leaning heavily on Mix, who's still pushing him as close to the group as she can get him. its, not very close. He definitely digs his feet into the ground-

[Mix] I'm good

[Lie] Helps Alexis up as she climbs on-

[Deer] Takes her perch in Doc's mane-

[Doc] Can you grab Yaunfen, love?

[gem] -balls her pokemon before dumbing aven on doc's back- i'll fly

[Deer] - I can try, but they are getting pretty big...

[alexine] sure i'll go for a ride why not -has a hint of sarcasm in her voice but gets on-

[Deer] Calls for Yaunfen who trots over and struggles a bit to get up, but does manage it after a moment-

[Doc] Lifts up hir head. - We ready?

[gem] I think so

[Lie] - Let's go

[gem] yay happy spring time

[Doc] Opens the safety protocals for a moment and draws the hole open, then snaps it closed again once they're all outside. It's slightly cold and the void is full of nodes to other games and the quiet hiss of static.

[Sweet Alex] I should have put on a jacket... I've never really travelled in the void for more then a few seconds between seeds.

[gem] this is nice

[Lie] Keeps her little Vulpix's close-

[alexine] I am going to die here aren't I?

[Deer] - No, you're not

[Alexsezia] Uh, no. It is a bit creepy though.

[Sky] -Still getting pushed along by Mix. At this point its actually pretty comical, since he just slides along- I doubt you're going to die right here, maybe a few feet ahead though? -jokingly-

[Doc] I'm not fond of it either, too easy to get lost.

[gem] it reminds me of space minus the static which is annoying

[Herabrine] Reminds me of being deep underwater...

[Alexsezia] Sarcastically- are we there yet?

[Alexis] - I hate travelling through here...

[gem] I would say deep ocean and space are both quite the same it some aspects

[Doc] I don't want to alarm anyone, but... does anyone else hear voices?

[Sky] Yeah.

[gem] -puts her hand to her ear- I think I do

[Lie] Focus' her hearing- Maybe?

[aven] yes

[Mix] I can't...

-the group of human hostile mobs starts to come into view-

[Alexis] Considers going for her bow-

[Doc] Hello? Are you guys lost?

[aven] -see the spider women- AAA SPIDER! -she then got limp on docs back-

[Sweet Alex] Hugs Aven- It's okay!

[Herabrine] What kinda crazy seed did you lot come from?

[brine] -squints at the other group from his place at the back of the mobs-

[Doc] I see brine eyes...

[brine] Nope, no you do not.

[Deer] - Oh, more brines

[lord Enderman] i'm lord Enderman and it's not to crazy unless you count that we had to keep the hostile mobs in check or they would do what every they want

[Doc] at the brine- It's not a bad thing. Most of my friends have the same.

[Lie] - Sounds like CP's generals...

[aven] -gets up slightly there voice now a male tone- how?

[Herabrine] Eh, an oraganized seed... waste of time

[Sweet Alex] Aven? Are you okay?

[Alexsezia] You speak common very well.

[brine]-moves the girl in his arms to his other shoulder, she's snoring quietly- I see..

[lord Enderman] well we mostly speak common and keeping the seed oraginzed is now that our brine was killed by a violent NOTCH and humans

[aven] avery is hiding it's just me ben

[Sweet Alex] oh, hi. I'm not sure we've met? I'm Sweet Alex- huge smile

[Doc] You lost your Herobrine... - grinds hir teeth a bit

[aven] we have avery just tends to be more prominent I am always here but now I have the control for now

[Sweet Alex] Oh, well take good care of her. She's my friend.

[Herabrine] Are we going or what?

[Lie] - Another NOTCH to add to the list of those who need to be killed?

[lord Enderman] yes his last words to find BEN because if he couldn't find him he figure no NOTCH could so we would be safe

[gem] did they follow you?

[brine] I don't think so? But to be fair, I've only been walking with them for a little bit.

[lord Enderman] no they didn't

[Doc] We're close to our destination anyway so lets get inside and out of the null space just in case. Deerheart, would you like to make the opening?

[aven] I know who they are looking for

[Deer] Creates an opening into the pokemon game-

[lord Enderman] where are they

[aven] you are talking to them

[Sweet Alex] This is BEN. One of them

[Doc] Come on, let's go in.

[lord Enderman] well that was one way to break the news to you -goes inside the game with the group following him-

[gem] -flies in-

[Mix] -pushes sky into the opening-

[brine] -reluctantly follows-

[RVulpix] Begins shaking, recognizing it's surroundings-

[Lie] - Shhhh, it's okay, he can't hurt you anymore

[Doc] Waits for the rest to come in - Lie would you close it please?

[Lie] - Hands are a little full here Doc...

[aven] this will be interesting maybe lady spider can get rid of Avery's fear of spiders

[Doc] Okay, I just thought you could use the practice - Xe hunkers so everyone can get off before xe shifts back.

[Mix] I can do it, but Sky might run... -gives Sky a dirty look-

[Sky] Where am I going to run to?

[Sweet Alex] It's awfully rocky here, but the air is nice and warm.

[gem] the void is nice but it will feel 100% better after a long soak in a hot spring

[Edward and Takeo] -on a walk with Moxie, admiring the neighbors houses-

[Edward] It's nice here. I miss my pets though.

[Takeo] What about Moxie?

[Moxie] -wags tail at the mention-

[Edward] She's more yours, dear.

-There's some barking ahead from Lie's wolves-

[Moxie] -barks back and heads in the wolves' direction-

[Takeo] Haha, look at her go!

[Moxie] -greets the wolves-

[Edward] Ugh, more dogs.

[HG] -is approaching lie's vine horse with his watering pail-

-The wolves crowd around the fence, sniffing at the new face-

[Edward] -interest piqued- Now that's something you don't see everyday... Hello there! Would that be a horse made of flora I see?

[HG] AAAAA!

-The vine horse snorts at them which get's Beau's attention-

[Edward] ... Are you alright?

[HG] -runs very faster then anyone else can to a corner of the house opposite them and hides there looking out-

[CP] Comes into the room HG is in, covered in blood from the punching bag- The fuck are you doing in here?

[HG] AAAAAA! -runs away and hides in the green house-

[Takeo] He... disappeared.

[Edward] Yes, that's what people do when they run and turn a corner.

[Takeo] ... Don't.

[CP] Walks outside- Oh joy, more visitors...

[HG] -looks out from the green house-

-The chain chomp bounces excitedly at the end of it's chain-

[Edward] Oh, hello. Didn't mean to bother the brine that just ran inside.

[CP] - I'm not sure what to think of that dipshit

[HG] -is starting to cry because he heard what cp said about him-

[Edward] Oh, well, okay then-.

[Takeo] That wasn't nice.

[CP] - Well I'm not a nice person, now if you don't mind I need to feed my wife's horses

[Edward] -cuts Takeo off from saying anything else- Yes, yes, that's totally fine! -begins to approach the greenhouse-

[Takeo] -grunts and calls Moxie over-

[Moxie] -joins Takeo-

[HG] -is still crying-

[CP] Starts with Beau and the Donkey-

[Edward] -to HG, softly and motherly- Hey, hey, there's no need to cry. I'm sorry if I scared you. ... Out of all the plants you've got in there, vanilla is the only one I recognize. I'd love to learn more about the others.

[HG] -quietly- these aren't mine I just like to tend to them

[Edward] You must be quite a dedicated tenderer; they're blooming so nicely.

[HG] I only got her recently but my tending make plants grow bigger strong and faster especially when I water them with my watering pail

[Edward] Interesting. May I ask your name?

[HG] Herobrine the gardener

[Edward] Nice to meet you, Gardener! My name is Edward.

[Takeo] I'm Takeo.

[Moxie] -rubs her head into Takeo's side-

[Takeo] And this is Moxie.

[HG] nice to meet you -he still seem timid-

[CP] Is watching those in the green house to make sure they don't harm his wife's plants-

[Edward] I hope to see you again. Maybe we can discuss gardening some more next time. -walks away-

[Takeo] Edward? I thought we were on a walk-?

[Edward] -whispers to Takeo- I just remembered; I still do have a pet~.

[Takeo] -now blushing- ... Oh. -follows her-

[HG] bye -decides to water the plants in the green house-

[Doc] Just watch where you step unless you want to end up in a pokemon battle. I figured out if you run behind people so they don't have a chance to say anything you can usually avoid it.

[Herabrine] Pfft.

[Lie] - We'll need to find a place to buy some swimsuits...

[Doc] I can just make you something.

[Herabrine] Or we can go it nude...

[Lie] - I'm suspicious of what you might make me... HERA!

[Sweet Alex] I'm prepared!

[Gem] my tank and short is a swim suit because it's water proof -equips her black tank and shorts-

[Doc] What? Why would I make you something skimpy? Cp isn't around to give a boner too. Unless you want something tiny...?

[Lie] - NO!

[Alexsezia] Takes out some extra clothes and a pair of shears and starts snipping.

[Herabrine] Looks at Sweet Alex and then turns to Doc - I'll have what she's having, in darker colors.

[AVulpix] Is sniffing everything and then there's a faint sound of peeing-

[Mix] Can I have somethin? I didn't pack anything..

[Doc] Examines Sweet Alex's one piece for a moment and then copies it and changes the color with a bit of spawned dye. The result is a very dark purple.

[Herabrine] Takes it, and equipts it under her clothes. - Good enough

[Doc] What color Mix? One piece or two?

[aven] -is looking around ben is still in control-

[Mix] Light purple's fine and two pieces

[Sky] -unamused face-

[Sweet Alex] Because you're BEN right now, I assume you won't join us?

[Deer] Starts stripping a little-

[Lie] - DEER NO!

[Doc] Whistles appreciatively - Xe's working on a suit for Mix-

[Lie] - Deer... We still have to go through the town...

[Herabrine] Hark, I can hear the dulcet tones of Deerheart not caring.

[aven] neather of us would join aven came for two reasons one she would turn to a ghost if gem left and two pokemon

[Deer] - But it's hot and I don't have the Ponyta to ride this time

[Doc] eyebrow wiggle- you can ride me anytime...

[Deer] - Gladly, my hooves are already getting a bit too hot

[Alexis] Shifts awkwardly-

[Sky] Ew

[Doc] Shifts again to avoid hurting hir back again and kneels for her - Just pretend I'm a pokemon- winks

[Deer] Giggles and climbs on-

[Yaunfen] Baps Doc's face-

{Doc] I love you too kiddo.

[Lie] - Should we get going?

[Doc] Doc-doc

[Lie] Groans-

[Herabrine] Dork...

[alexine] I still need a suit

[Alexis] - I still do to...

[Deer] - So does Lie

[Doc] Clicks on Herabrine a couple of times- what colors?

[Herabrine] HEY.

[Alexis] - I don't really care

[Lie] - Ummm, light blue?

[alexine] uh green

[Doc] Makes the suits and passes them out. Xe also makes a small green bikini for Deerheart. It doesn't hide much.

[Deer] - Do I have to wear it?

[Doc] Nope. But keep it just in case

[Deer] - Good

[Doc] Sets off for the town. With the others following.

[Lie] Hangs back a bit, taking everything in-

[Gem] -is super excited looking around in the game-

[Alexis] Hangs back with Lie-

[Doc] Trots through the town and toward the springs. The cliff walls are high around the pools of steaming water and the air is near foggy with it.

[Alexis] - This is so weird...

[Alexsezia] How so? Just because you've never been to another game?

[gem] -she puffs up her wings trying not to just jump right in from there-

[Alexis] - Well I've never seen anything like this at all

[Doc] Just wades right into the biggest pool. Deerheart and Yaunfen are still dry on hir head though.

[Deer] Quickly pulls off the rest of her clothes-

[Doc] Make sure you stow them so nothing gets lost....

[gem] -fly's in making a splash-

[Lie] Ducks behind a rock to change-

[Herabrine] Picks up Sweet Alex and throws her in the water-

[Alexsezia] That was not nice.

[Herabrine] So?

[Mix] -Trudges into the water happily after changing while Sky settles on the edge of the water-

[Alexis] Changes and cautiously steps into the water-

[Sweet Alex] Shrieks like a mimsy at the hot water-

[aven] -sits down on the ground away from the spring and ends up talking with the half mob people-

[Doc] Looks at the newcomers- If any of you want to join in, you can.

[alexine] -puts her hand in the water- what the fuck it's hot

[Lie] Puts just her feet in as she holds the normal Vulpix-

-the mob people look at each other and collectively say no-

[Alexis] Slips the rest of the way in-

[Yaunfen] Starts splashing around-

[Herabrine] Of course it is! Why do you htink it's called a hot spring? Duh.

[Doc] Keeps hir paws near Yaunfen while they paddle. - So glad you don't have the allergy. I bet you'll be a damn good swimmer once you get the hang of it.

[Deer] Humms as she slips deeper into the water-

[Doc] Just watches hir mate out of the corners of hir eyes.

[Herbrine] Try not to drool...

[Doc] Shut up.

[AVulpix] Race around the edges of the pools-

[gem] -is swimming keeping under the water before coming up and letting her Pokémon out just out side the spring so they can join if they want to which Serperior does-

[alexine] -gets in-

[Sweet Alex] Has adjusted and leans on the side - Aww, cute little fox.

[gardians] -are swimming around-

[AVulpix] Gets closer and sniffs Sweet Alex-

[Lie] - It was a gift from CP

[Doc] Gives hir balls a light toss and the Goomy immediatly flops in the heat on the edge, the Exeggutor sits down heavily with the Archen perched in it's leaves and the Galvantula skitters partway up the wall to play lookout.

[Sweet Alex] Aww, that's nice. He's made so much progress.

[Lie] - And then there are times when he forgets what he's learned

[gem] -her and Zyria are splashing each other-

[Alexsezia] It took TLOT a while to learn how to relate to people properly too. He still gets anxious in crowds.

[Lie] - Really? It didn't show when we went to Kore...

[Mix] -has found herself a comfortable place to sit-

[Sky] - sitting at edge of water dipping a foot in-

[Alexsezia] That's odd... maybe just because they were glad to see him? Being liked and belived in does bolster his power.

[Herabrine] He could have been internally screaming for all you know.

[Doc] It's because of Steve... If his lamb is by his side he'd fight the sun itself. And now his NOTCH is gone. He has no reason to be afraid anymore.

[Lie] Shifts nervously- Plus we kind of had no choice since I left... Something, there...

[gem] -her and her guardians are playing Marico polo-

[Aleixis] Splashes Alexsezia-

[Alexsezia] Splashes her back- What did you leave Lie?

[Doc] Chuckles-

[Lie] - A... Giant lust pod...- Turns red

[Zyria] -bumps into lie- polo

[Sky] Well, that's unfortunate...

[Herabrine] No wonder they were glad to see TLOT! They were probably blissed out from fucking!

[Sweet Alex] Blushing- He-he

[RVulpix] Baps at the water-

[Yaunfen] Clings to Doc's paw- Burp?

[Doc] Are you tired Yaunfen? You can climb on me.

[Yaunfen] Tries to curl around Doc's paw, playing with it-

[Doc] Wiggles hir claws a little and gives the baby a nuzzle. There's a quiet snap of hir taking screenshots.

[Gem] marco

[Deer] Moves over next to Hera, mischief on her mind as she whispers to Hera- Wanna grief Lie a little?

[Herabrine] Visibly perks up a bit - Yes please....

[Sweet Alex] Polo!

[Deer] Smirks and looks at Lie- So, Lie, you mentioned that you had had anal before?

[Lie] Freezes and turns redder than the vulpix in her arms-

[gem] -goes right into sweet alex-

[Doc] Pffft!

[Herabrine] Reaaaaallly?

[Alexsezia] Whatever you're into. - shrugs-

[Lie] - Shutupshutupshutup

[Doc] What? It's no big deal. Done safely at least-

[Deer] - So who was it with?

[Sweet Alex] oof!

[Ava] there are werid things to be into lie

[gem] got someone -giggles-

[Deer] - Oh come on, it's just us girls here~

[Sky] -slowly dips other leg into the water-

[Lie] Whines-

[Doc] It wasn't that griefer was it?

[Herabrine] You dated a griefer BEFORE Cp?

[Lie] Quietly- Yes...

[Alexsezia] No wonder you're used to men behaving like children....

[Lie] Sinks a bit lower-

[Deer] - But if you've done anal before, why haven't you asked CP to do it with you?

[Doc] I bet he's too big and rough.

[Olivia] do you not like it?

[Alexsezia] Trust issues?

[Lie] - It... It really didn't do anything for me...

[Doc] Ah, okay. It's an aquired taste, if you don't have a prostate anyway.

[Herabrine] Geeze...

[Doc] Hello. -points to self with hir free paw- Doctor here. Nothing is too personal.

[Yaunfen] Decides to go after Doc's tail-

[gem] -swims away from sweet alex and swims just below he water like a shark letting just the tip of her snake tail poke out like the fin-

[Mix] - Just slowly sinking in the water, enjoying the warmth-

[Doc] Twiddles hir wet fluff around in the water for the little dragon to bat at;

[Yaunfen] "Viciously" attacks the tail-

[Herabrine] Grabs Gems tail playfully-

[gem] -grabs hera and pulls her under-

[Herabrine] Goes under easily. She can breathe water and makes a silly face at Gem-

[gem] -makes silly faces back-

[Alexsezia] Play nice you two

[Lie] Is just bright red now-

[Sweet Alex] Lie? Are you too hot?

[Lie] - No!

[Alexis] Chuckles a little- She could never be "to hot"

[Sweet Alex] She is quite pretty. You have lovely hair especially, Lie.

[Lie] Noises-

[Doc] She certainlly melted Cp's frozen hearts....

[Deer] - Still, I knew you had a relationship before CP, just not that it had been a griefer

[Doc] If it's a thing someone chooses to be... they're usually not nice people to be around at all....

[Herabrine] Splashes around with Gem.

[Alexsis] Herobrines can't help what they are... humans can be rather cruel.

[Lie] - He... He was one of the types that seemed super nice, charismatic... Talented...

[gem] -swims with easy her lack of need for oxygen making easy to stay under the water-

[Doc] Tricky...

[Alexsezia] That sort of thing just makes me suspicious.

[Lie] - I was inexperienced, he was my first boyfriend

[Sky] People like that suck..

[Alexis] - Her ex also tried to kill her, didn't even recognize her on the other server

[Doc] What a useless troll...

[Alexsezia] I'm sure he knew exactly what he was doing, going after someone innocent like that.

[Lie] - CP thinks he saw CP almost kill me and thought he actually meant to kill me

[Doc] Who knows what Cp was thinking at that point. With Insanity whispering in his ear it could have been damn near anything.

[Alexsezia] Shakes her head sadly.

[Alexis] - Either way, CP was the one who ended up killing her ex

[gem] -climbs out of the water and lays on the ground- I need to cool a little i'm too hot

[Doc] Good riddance to bad rubbish.

[Herabrine] Uses a water tentacle to splash Gem one more time-

[gem] nuuu to hot

[Alexis] - Indeed

[Sky] Do not toast gem, freeze her

[Deer] - Hey Lie, you should get rid of that swimsuit

[Lie] - DEER!

[gem] yes I need cool

[Doc] Are you okay Lie... I mean.. no regrets?

[Lie] - Hm? Oh, yeah, none at all

[Doc] I know Cp's kind of a dick sometimes....

[Herabrine] KIND OF?!

[Alexsezia] Doesn't that hurt you Sky?

[Alexis] - He was worse

[Doc] Eh, still.....

[Sky] Hm? Not really. Kinda tingles but that's about it.

[Zyria] -sneaks up behind hera and pulls her under-

[Alexsezia] How's Liz doing?

[Herabrine] Slides under Zyria and paddles deeper-

[Sweet Alex] Maybe you could make a flower to make him nicer- giggles sweetly

[Zyria] -follows after hera-

[Deer] Tickles Yaunfen-

[Yaunfen] Squeaks in surprise-

[Sky] Shi's fine, likes to take up the whole tub when Mix tries to take a bath now. -kicks feet a bit in the water- I usually have to wrangle hir out.

[Sweet Alex] You should bring hir over sometime. I heard xe got bigger since I saw them last.

[Lie] Carefully puts the regular vulpix on the edge of the pool-

[Doc] Gives Deerheart a tickle from behind with the tips of hir tongue.

[Deer] Laughs and turns around-

[Doc] Gives her a huge messy smootch that encompasses half her face.

[Deer] - Doc!

[Doc] Runs the points of hir tongue along hir thin lips- Yeeees?

[Sky] Ill see about it, would be good for hir to get out.. not that Shi doesn't already. - notices mix has sank up top her chin into the water from where Shes relaxing and rolls eyes-

[Alexsezia] You too are worse then TLOT and Steve

[Deer] - Easy now, I think we might start something if we're not careful

[Sweet Alex] Ah Mix you look so relaxed.

[Mix] Iss so warm, I like it

[gem] too warm

[Herabrine] Quietly pulls a packed ice block from her creative and plunks it on Gem's chest mischeviously.

[gem] -cuddles the block- thank you

[Doc] Very quietly - Maybe I wanna start something....

[Alexsezia] Splashes Doc-

[Deer] - Oh I know you do

[Doc] Pffft! Hey!

[Alexsezia] They can't resist their fair maiden. Especially when you're naked as a jay.

[Deer] - But of course, naked is the most comfortable

[alexine] -is siting on the opposite side of the pool to everyone-

[Alexsezia] Alexine? You can come over here, it's safe.

[alexine] I am fine over here

[Herabrine] Still suspicious of the mean old brines huh?

[Lie] - Hey, some of us are pretty young

[alexine] they had cause nothing but trouble on the soul server I have every right to be suspicious

[Herabrine] Sorry, 'mean little sprout of brines'. - Grins-

[Lie] - But have we been anything other than helpful to you on our server?

[Lie] Gives Hera a look-

[Doc] Yeah, if I wanted to be mean I would have never let you in in the first place.

[Herabrine] Returns the look with a bigger grin

[Lie] Manipulates her plants to lift Hera out of the water upside down-

[Alexsezia] All brines are different...

[Herabrine] HEY! You're making us look bad

[Alexis] - I was tormented by a brine as well Alexine, but I trust Doc and the others here

[alexine] -say nothing-

[Lie] - You started it

[Herabrine] Pouts-

[Doc] It's up to you Alexine. I'll just keep hammering on you with cookies and kindness until you crumble like all the rest- winks-

[Lie] Gently puts Hera down-

[Herabrine] Vanishes under the water as smoothly as a shark

[Lie] Checks on the Alolan vulpix who's now snoozing on a rock-

[gem] -is still snuggling the block of ice-

[Doc] Hera...

[Herabrine] Sneaks up on Lie from behind and puts a slimeball down the back of her bikini bottom.

[Lie] Shrieks and jumps away- Hera!

[Herabrine] Stays underwater.

[Doc] Shakes hir head-

[Lie] Is trying to wipe the slime away-

[Sweet Alex] Are you okay Lie?

[Lie] - I'll be fine, it's just some slime

[Doc] rowr....

[Deer] - Hmmm, maybe we could help you Lie, show you how to use that slime

[Lie] - Not helping Deer

[Alexsezia] swats Doc's noise with the feather end of an arrow from hir inventory

[Doc] Yow!

[Alexsezia] Behave.

[gem] -puts the block in her innovatory before jumping back in in the middle of the group making a big splash-

[Mix] -startled noise-

[Doc] So what's wrong with the dildo I gave you? Too big? Too small?

[Lie] Goes back to being bright red-

[Herabrine] Goes for the tickle on Gem, fully underwater

[Doc] What? It's a fair question. I can adjust it

[Lie] - I... I... I don't know...

[gem] don't tickle me I will not be responsible for what happens if you do

[Herabrine] Oh all right, if you're gonna go ballistic I'll leave you alone. Spoilsport...

[gem] I just hate being tickled

[Mix] - has actually fallen asleep where she sits. Amazing-

[Herabrine] Pops back up and backs off. - Hey Doc?

[Doc] hmm?

[Herabrine] When are you going to fix me?!

[Doc] Instantly flustered- well um! I've been kinda busy!

[Lie] Is glad the subject has changed from her-

[Doc] I've been... monitoring Lie and Cp! They both had chakra adjustments! It's delicate stuff.

[Herabrine] Looks skeptical-

[Lie] - I'd think Flux would need more of your attention than either CP or I

[Doc] Flop sweats - Uh....

[Alexsezia] At Alexis - How is Flux anyway?

[Alexis] - I'm not sure, I'm still not sure what normal is for her and what's not

[Doc] Glances at Mix. - I still can't believe Mix is a Steve.... that's so cool and unusual.

[Herabrine] A Steve? What the...?

[Sweet Alex] Really?

[Lie] - But she has the brine eyes?

[Doc] They're fake...

[Sky] Don't you tell anyone else, she gets embarrassed when people find out. -just, slightly protective look and pointing a finger at them menacingly. It's not very menacing though, considering the situation-

[Lie] - Relax Sky, we won't, I promise

[Doc] Sorry... I'm not holding it against her. I mean, we could make them real if she wanted...

[Lie] - Hey Sweet Alex? How are your oil experiments going?

[gem] -become a shark again-

[Sweet Alex] Oh? Very well! The house smells amazing. Thought you wouldn't think it is Gk was over. He wrinkles his nose all up in the funniest way.

[Sky] She doesn't mind them being fake, she just doesn't like it when people know she isn't really a brine. -vague hand wave- Thinks it makes her less intimidating. Not that she is in any way unless she's upset. -shrug-

[Lie] - Well I bet his sense of smell is very sensitive since he is a dragon

[Sweet Alex] Oh certainly, but he loves to complain.

[Doc] Dare I ask how she is when she's upset? She seems so calm.

[Sky] I'm pretty sure she utterly ruined a Notch once, but it was pretty weak... Probably traumatized Flowey when she fried him all to hell... -taps chin-

[Doc] Fried him? He seemed okay to me. Did he just heal up from it? Or was it a code issue?

[Alexsezia] Mix killed a NOTCH...? Wow...

[Lie] - Maybe we should take her along when we go to deal with CP's...

[Sky] A bit of both? He couldn't even talk properly afterwards forever. She actually fried herself a bit too, regretted it immensely afterwards.

[Mix] -snoring sounds-

[Sky] I doubt she'd want to. She's perfectly capable of doing it, she just.. Doesn't want to usually.

[Doc] I'll have to hunt him down and examine him then, just to be safe. Geeze... I had no idea Mix was such a badass...

[gem] -pops up for a second- you never expect the quiet one

[Lie] - But you can hear my loud husband coming from over a mile away

[Doc] snickers- I could turn his volume down with the mixer on his player settings.

[Herabrine] Why the fuck haven't you done that already?!

[Lie] - That's possible?

[gem] could you like turn it off for a whole day maybe?

[Doc] Well yeah... you have a player account. You are an admin. You've never looked at your settings?

[Lie] - Do you have any idea how much sex I'd need to do to keep him pacified?

[Lie] - Doc... I'm still in creative and lost the paper with the code to take it off

[Doc] Do you want it off Lie?

[Lie] - Yes please, I've accidentally released my chickens way to many times... And lava...

[Doc] Okay I'll fix it. - Xe brings up hir own display and twiddles hir claws, it's obvious xe's typing. - whoops! - Xe hits a button and there's the sound of quiet piano music in the air.

[Lie] - What is that?

[Doc] Has it been too long since you heard it Lie? Of all of us, you should know it best.

[Lie] - Oh, is it the games music? After awhile I had just turned it off so I could hear the mobs better, and CP didn't have it on his server...

[gem] -jumps out of the water like a dolphin before diveing back in- Minecraft music

[Doc] I usually turn it off so I don't annoy anyone. It is rather soothing though.

[Herabrine] Yawn.

[gem] reminds me of days when I got bored of my music and turned on the game music then go annoyed because it didn't continually play.

[Doc] What you wanted to repeat the same song instead of random cycling?

[gem] no I mean it just stop for a while then played the next song I kind of just wanted constant music

[Doc] I never noticed much a dip between tracks. Must have been a server malfunction.

[gem] no it was normal when I was playing it when I was alive it would stop for a few minutes then start the next song this

[Deer] Is looking at the code that Doc is manipulating-

[Doc] I kinda like the spooky track, the one that isn't part of the playlist...

[Alexsezia] You too? TLOT loves that fucking thing...

[gem] you mean disc 11?

[Doc] The one that looks cracked and broken?

[Alexsezia] It's not music...

[Lie] - I think CP used that one a few times to freak some of the other humans out

[gem] that's disc 11 it kind of sound like someone getting chased it always interested me

[Doc] That's the one.

[Lie] - Anyways, settings Doc?

[Doc] Deerheart? Do you want to try?

[Deer] - Hm? Oh, no, I'm just looking... I wonder if there's a bit of code we could tweak to make her more comfortable about being naked...

[Lie] - Deer!

[Doc] Okay, that's a tad creepy... come on love... I think that's something she has to come to on her own. You wouldn't like it if someone changed your preferences.

[Deer] - Pooey, but it's so much fun to be naked

[Doc] I fully agree. But then... I wouldn't have agreed with you when I first met TLOT and Steve... I was rather paranoid about my rather empty skin....

[Deer] - And then you met me!

[Doc] Well, it's not just that... there wasn't really anything under my clothes to show back then.

[Deer] - Well I'm glad that was fixed

[Doc] I didn't think it was weird then, but in retrospect I do.

[Herabrine] Now you're got way more guts to spill when you piss someone off.

[Doc] Looks annoyed-

[RVulpix] Sniffs the air and tenses, slowly backing closer towards Lie-

[Sweet Alex] I think your pokemon has a whiff of something Lie....

[Lie] - I think so too, come here sweety

[RVulpix] Darts into Lie's arms will it's Alolan counter part runs over as well-

-Through the fog a figure can begin to be seen picking up some litter around the springs-

[Doc] Sniffs the air - Who dares disturb the Herobrines while we are relaxing?

[gem] really doc?

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Chapter 33

Haga Palace: June 12, 2015:

Lucy and Victoria were sitting in the family room watching television. To keep her mind off of everything back home, Lucy was asking Victoria about funny stories growing up with Isak, as well as little things she should know when attending a royal wedding.

Victoria starts laughing, “Has Isak told you about the time when he set the alarms off in the palace?”

“What? No! What happened?” Lucy replies.

“Well, Mamma and Pappa were on a state visit to Germany, and we were all asleep or so we thought. Isak was about 3 at this time and was very mischievous. Carl Philip, Madeleine and I were all in our rooms asleep. Our nanny had put Isak in his room. Ever the curious child, he woke up around 3 in the morning and toddled out of bed. He wandered into Mamma and Pappa’s room and started playing.”

“Uh oh...” Lucy interrupts.

“Uh oh is right. He noticed the white button on the nightstand of the bed. He remembered that Mamma and Pappa had told him never to push it unless it was an emergency, but that night, well morning technically, he couldn’t resist. So, he pushed it, and you see, it’s a silent alarm so he didn’t hear any noise. So he just kept pushing it and pushing it, which only made the security scramble faster.”

Lucy is trying not to go into hysterical laughter imagining a toddler Isak pushing an emergency button over and over for fun.

“The security rushed into the room to find nothing. They checked each of our rooms, and then noticed Isak was missing. Drottningholm went into DEFCON 1. CP, Leni and I all jumped up and went to searching. CP was threatening to kick ‘the jerk’s butt’ and Madeleine was in hysterics in the corner. I was ready to pull my hair out telling CP he couldn’t harm someone cause he was too little all the while trying to calm Leni down.”

“Where was Isak?” Lucy asked.

“Oh, I am getting there. CP went and got his toy sword and began racing around the house to fight for his brother. I tried to think straight while dragging Madeleine back to her room to play with some dolls. Then I got to thinking...Isak always runs Pappa’s office and hides in the compartment of his desk when he gets scared. So I raced to Pappa’s office to hear...nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Zip. Nada. But I went to the compartment to check, and well, I was in fear that he wasn’t there cause Isak was never quiet. I opened it to find Isak fast asleep. I woke him up, and he started crying. I asked hime what was wrong and he said to me, ‘Are the big bad guys gone?’ Fear overwhelmed me.”

“Then I asked him, ‘what big bad guys? Did someone come into your room?’ And he shook his head no. Then he confessed he pushed the button in Mamma and Pappa’s room,” Victoria explains as she tries to not laugh too hard.

“ ‘Then the big bad guys started running in the hall toward their room, and I got scared. Are they going to take me to jail?’ he asked me. I calmed him down and alerted everyone that it was ok. He was in so much trouble when Mamma and Pappa got home!”

Lucy says, “I’m going to guess he never pushed that button again!”

“You guessed right!”

“Victoria?” Lucy asks.

“Yes?” she responds.

“I wasn’t nervous before, but this time I am about going to the pre-wedding dinner and wedding. I guess it is because I am going to be in the family soon. It’s a lot of pressure, and I am so afraid I’m going to slip up and say something. Then it will end up in all the papers and anger your dad.”

“Don’t worry about that. It will all be fine. Just remember to hold your head up and smile to the photographers. Ignore the questions they shout at you. You’ll be arriving with Daniel and me so it shouldn’t be too bad tonight. And don’t worry. Even if you say something to some of the other royals, they aren’t going to say a word to the media. We are all good at keeping secrets like that,” Victoria tells her has she pats her shoulder.

They get ready for the pre-wedding dinner; Isak and Lucy travel with Victoria and Daniel to the ferry that will take them to the private dinner. Before they arrive Isak looks at her and says, ‘Right foot. Left foot. Breathe. Repeat.”

Lucy smiles and says, “Pat Summitt. I love that saying of hers.”

“Just keep it in the back of your mind,” Isak says as he kisses her hand.

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Haga Palace: June 13, 2015:

It was early morning as Isak shook Lucy awake, “Babe, it’s time to get up. Long day ahead.”

She groans and says, “Uhhhh five more minutes. My head hurts.”

“Well I told you to stop at 3 glasses of wine, but nope you had to add that shot.”

“Shhhh you are talking too loud.”

Isak laughs as the housekeeper brings in breakfast for the two of them to eat.

Lucy raises up, “Breakfast in bed?”

“Well I figured you needed the royal treatment,” Isak says as he gives her a tender kiss.

After finishing breakfast, Isak goes downstairs with Daniel to go for a short run. Lucy is in the master bedroom with Victoria getting her hair done.

“Remember what Isak told you last night. So just breathe today. It will all be fine,” Victoria says softly. She also gives Lucy an aspirin and hot tea.

“Trust me. This tea can cure any hangover. I have used it many times before, and to be honest, if Daniel and I hadn’t been trying for a baby, I’d have probably been in your shoes.”

“Aw I can’t wait for Estelle to have a sibling!” Lucy says.

“And I can’t wait for Estelle to have another cousin,” Victoria says with a wink.

“Oh that tiara looks gorgeous on you!” Lucy exclaims as the hairdresser puts it into place.

“Well, thank you. Soon you’ll be wearing one, too.”

“Oh gosh. I don’t think a tiara would look good on my head,” Lucy says.

Victoria tells her hairdresser to put the Laurel Wreath Tiara on Lucy so she can see. Victoria beams when she sees it, “Lucy, you are going to look perfect in a tiara.”

“Damn right,” they hear as Isak walks in, “She would look good in a cheap tiara from a children’s dress-up kit!”

Lucy turns around and smiles at Isak. He leans down and gives her a kiss. Then he walks over to Victoria, who was putting on her jewelry, puckering his lips.

“What the hell are you doing?” Victoria asks.

“I just thought you felt left out,” Isak says.

Victoria rolls her eyes, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Don’t worry, I was just teasing.”

Victoria snickers, “I know. I was just annoying you right back.”

Lucy finishes getting ready, without the tiara, and arrives at the church before Isak and his family. Isak was going to be his brother’s best man, so he would be arriving with Carl Philip. After they walked down the aisle, Isak found Lucy in the crowd and winked. Her heart fluttered.

The wedding was beautiful, and when Sofia walked down the aisle, Lucy almost started crying watching Carl Philip’s reaction. She always loved to watch the groom instead of the bride. Their face says it all. Pure love was all over Carl Philip’s face as he watched his bride come toward him. Isak, on the other hand, only had eyes for Lucy. He wished that was their wedding day and made a mental note to talk to his father about announcing the engagement soon.

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