#the amount of time it takes me to circle around a new show before finally watching it....... wild

[lyrefromthesea]

Male pillars x Reader - sitting on their lap

author's note: I'm strictly against any kind of sexual interactions with minors. That's why I will either exclude Muichiro from such fics of or portray a wholesome interaction instead.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Muichiro x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: suggestive words and actions

Tengen:

"excuse me? I'm married!" he dramatically exclaimed, looking down at you. the man was already trying to refrain from smiling, watching you turn your head towards him.

"i'm sure Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma will forgive me." you answered, showing him your hand. he smirked at the all too familiar ring. he was glad he had married you.

"just playin', i could never disappoint the flamboyant person i married!" he laughed, clearly proud of himself. when you cocked your eyebrow at him, he let out a dramatic gasp, pulling you closer.

"are you trying to say i'm not the most perfect husband you could imagine?" he asked, displaying a huge amount of shock. you knew he was just making fun, especially when he pressed your back against his chest, bringing his lips to your ear.

"you were saying entirely different things yesterday." he said, watching you shudder at his words. you slapped his knee, scolding him for saying such things outside.

"come on, you know you love it!"

Obanai:

he freezes, his brain nearly malfunctioning. it's not like you've never sat on his lap before, but you usually gave him a warning first - asked for his approval.

"[name]? what's-" he asked, surprised when your arms wrapped around his neck, barely giving Kaburamaru time to slither away. words got stuck in his throat, feeling your lips against his mask - right above his own.

"nothing. i was just feeling affectionate." you answered, shifting to wrap your arms around his torso. he looked down at you, letting out a quiet yelp when your hips moved a bit too much on his lap.

"oh..?" you looked at him, a smile slowly forming on your lips. a blush made his way towards his cheeks, luckily covered by his mask. at least he felt lucky, you would've liked to see him blush.

"it looks like you're feeling affectionate too, Obanai." you chuckled, purposely drawing light circles with your hips. of course you had noticed the growing bulge in his pants, his hands now holding yours.

"don't tease me, [name].."

Rengoku:

"little flame! how was your day?" he enthusiastically asked, his arms wrapping around your torso. he pulled you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder.

"it was okay, i missed you." you answered, leaning against his chest. he smiled at you, enjoying the way your bodies were pressed together so gently.

"we can't have that, little flame! how about we go eat later?" he asked, holding you a bit closer. you chuckled at his words, he really loved taking you to new places - especially restaurants.

"i'd like that. let's go eat something later."

Sanemi:

"and what the hell are you doing?" Sanemi asked, feeling you make yourself comfortable on his lap.

he had cleaned his sword moments prior, hearing the door open - it was you. you moved towards him without warning, getting between him and his sword.

"getting your attention." you answered, moving even closer. don't think he didn't notice the way you purposely squished your chest against his own.

"yeah? didn't I give ya enough attention, sweetheart?" he teased, watching you pout in response. you had been alone for far too long, you finally wanted to spend time with him.

"you've been working on your sword for two hours now.." you complained. he placed it down, knowing that you were right. he just felt like the proper care could safe his ass one day, though a shiny sword probably wasn't that important.

"fine, ya win. this was getting uncomfortable anyways." he answered, almost making you question what he meant until he pressed his hips against yours more. oh, now you could feel it too.

"does that mean you want my attention as well-" you asked playfully, getting cut off by his lips pressing against yours before you could finished talking.

Giyuu:

"is everything alright?" his voice broke the silence, you've been sitting on his lap for almost 5 minutes now, not saying a single word. he was confused, not sure if you were fine or needed help.

"Giyuu, attention?" you asked, feeling him relax under you. he had been tense, thinking you could've been hurt somewhere. your words instantly calmed him down, his lips pressing against yours gently.

he didn't expect you to turn his soft kiss into something more passionate. his hands slowly came to hold your hips, tongues swishing against each other.

you broke the kiss, panting against his lips. he pressed his forehead against yours, pulling you a bit closer, only to have your hips start grinding slightly.

"l- love.. t- that's not.." he muttered, his cheeks visibly growing more red. hands squeezing your hips more, trying to create more friction. he could only moan when you finally started grinding against him properly.

"i.. i need to go on a mission later.." he panted against your lips, but he didn't object when you kissed him again, your hand wandering to his belt.

Muichiro:

"Muichiro! i finally caught up to you.." you heaved, letting yourself fall onto his lap. you had been running for nearly twenty minutes now, watching the boy leave his estate without food. being the good friend you were, you ran after him.

"[name]? what are you doing here..?" he asked, letting you lean against him. your cheeks were flushed from running. it would've been different if you also were a hashira, but you still had much to learn.

"you.. you forget your food, Mui.." you panted, reaching into your pocket. he looked rather surprised when he saw the small box of food he usually brought with him.

"thank you..! i've completely forgotten." he laughed, eventually coaxing a smile out of you. you gave him the box, seeing his eyes lit up at the promise of food.

he wanted to dive right in before he had a quiet growl come from your stomach, making your cheeks flush. "do you want some?" he asked, watching you shake your head.

"i brought my own!" you countered, grabbing into your back once more. silence filled the room when you noticed you had only brought his food.

his arm wrapped around your torso, forcing you to stay on his lap a while longer. "let's share." he said, offering you some of his food. you knew he wouldn't let you go until you have had a healthy portion.

Gyomei:

"welcome back." the giant said, feeling you plop onto his lap, nuzzling against his chest. you let out a tired hum, feeling a large hand soothingly rub over your arm.

"is there something wrong? you're more quiet than usual." he asked, gently bringing your head closer with his hand - allowing you to be closer to him. you could hear the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat.

your day had been stressful, but he somehow always managed to calm you down. his warmth. his voice. his actions. they put your mind at ease.

"i know it's ridiculous, but i've felt really stressed out lately. i just want a break.." you muttered, closing your eyes. you were trying to focus on his heartbeat and ignore everything else around you.

"it's not ridiculous, you deserve a break. perhaps a visit to the hot spring would help calm you down?" he offered, feeling you nod against his chest. you felt warm hands rub over your thighs, his head now closer to yours.

"and i could pamper you a bit more after that.." he muttered against your ear, your eyes opening again. the warmth pooling in your gut could probably rival the hot spring's temperature

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader

I've been plagued by this idea for a while, so let me know what you think! This is just the character introduction. Your new landlord is a Yakuza boss, and his scary looking underling has been tasked to deal with your tenant needs! Although he didn't expect you to be this cute. And you didn't expect him to be this unhinged.

Content: female reader, violence, mentions of stalking

[Part 2] | [Yakuza Masterlist]

This was the last straw.

You're angrily stuffing your suitcase with necessities before the moving company arrives. Each glimpse around the cramped apartment fills you with outrage, as you're still heavily shaken from the events of last night. 

You first begun to suspect you might have a stalker when you found your outer lock with a fresh dent in it. You then picked a small scrap from the ground nearby and assumed it was leftover damage, but upon further inspection you discovered, disgusted, that it was part of your peephole. Someone must've fiddled with your door a fair amount. You tried to approach your immediate neighbors for help, but they either refused to answer your persistent knocks or downright scurried away when faced with your questions. They didn't want to deal with a foreigner. 

You tried to put it behind you. The police advised you to be cautions, as there was nothing else they could do without concrete evidence. And thankfully, you had several peaceful weeks following the incident. Last night you were suddenly awakened by faint scratches coming from your balcony. You groggily got up and wondered if your recently added bird feeder was attracting nocturnal visitors. You got up without turning on the light, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious animal. As you pulled the drape, however, you were met with the large frame of a man plucking your laundry in a hurry. 

A panicked scream erupted from the depths of your chest and you slapped the light switch, erratically searching for your phone. By the time you dialed emergency, the intruder had vanished. You were sobbing against the wall under the fake reassurances of the operator, eyeing the sliding door that had no lock. Had he wished, the masked man could've easily invited himself in. You were at the mercy of a lunatic and no one seemed to be impressed by your situation. 

No more. Ideally you'd go back to your home country and forget about your plans to build yourself a life in Japan. What were you even thinking? A lonely girl, low on funds, signing a contract to be relocated across the ocean for work. You barely scraped the first months of a mandatory year. 

You close your suitcase with a satisfying click and on your way out you wipe the table of all the newspaper clippings. You've been scanning the potential offers on the market. The ones within your budget, of course, which means you don't have to worry about being picky. Until you find a new place, your belongings can wait in storage. Dusty furniture is a better prospect than waking up with a pervert looming over you. 

By the time the clock hits evening hours, you're sipping on your iced coffee with a defeated sigh. Most of the cheap apartments seem to be given to locals. Not outsiders like you. At least they spared you of the false hopes and curtly told you to not expect any call back, so you can swiftly move on to the next circled address. You pull out the crumbled sheet of paper from your pocket. Reading over your list of crossed out lines like this deflates you greatly. At the very bottom lies your final hope: the ad you'd stumbled upon this morning was too good to be true and the realtor was available for viewing at any time, so you're almost certain it's some sort of scam. Yet you can't afford to skip it, can you? You stand up, pat your jeans and take a deep breath in. 

As you check your phone to confirm the location, you begin to doubt your decision. It's hard to believe no other potential renters have showed up. The apartment is in a convenient area, very close to public transport, at a great price, on what looks like a busy street. Isn't it the dream? So why? You glance around, examining the surroundings. The shops are bustling with people. You try to come up with possible explanations, when a deep voice startles you.

"You must be (Y/N), right? You sure are easy to spot."

You turn around to greet the person. Although the second you spot him, you take an unconscious step back. You'd expected a middle aged man dressed in formal attire with a shy bow and clumsy movements. The one standing before you resembles none of that. He's imposingly tall, with a muscular built and slicked back hair. You can discern the tattoos peeking out from under the rolled up sleeves. His face has multiple deep scars and you can only assume that the pale, discolored eye that's transfixed in one direction is a fake made of glass. One might call him handsome, if you're into the kind of appearance you see in documentaries about the mafia. 

"Y-you're the landlord?" You stutter, immediately covering your mouth and regretting your lack of tact. 

"Nuh uh, Boss sent me to deal with it." He flashes you a genuine grin, completely unperturbed by your offhanded implication. "I'm Daitou."

He continues towards the entrance and you follow behind, too awkward to back down now. He describes the living quarters with surprising enthusiasm. If you were to close your eyes and disregard his heavy Kansai accent, you could very well be convinced it's a professional real estate agent hard at work. 

"Excuse me for asking, but..." Once he finishes his marketing presentation, you cannot help the increasing anxiety. "What's the catch?"

"Huh?"

"For something like this to be so cheap...and no one else being interested...may I be frank and ask what's wrong with it? Please understand, I just left my previous apartment because of a stalker. I don't want to be packing again anytime soon."

"Well, isn't it obvious?" He searches your gaze for a moment, before gasping as if remembering something. "Wait, you're a foreigner, so I guess you don't know. Ah, that explains it." 

He lets out a hearty laugh, satisfied with his conclusion. 

"You didn't notice anything strange outside?"

You ponder his question before slowly shaking your head in denial. 

"Really? A bunch of heavily tattooed guys with family pins on their suits...This is a yakuza quarter. Our Family owns most businesses here. But lately we've had a lot of police on our backs, ya know? Bound to happen when the street is swarming with us. So Boss had this great idea - he's smart like that, ya know, I've never been the bright one - anyways, he suggested we rent some of our housing to regular civilians. Less suspicious that way." 

He crosses his arms and nods to himself proudly. 

"I myself think it's a great deal. You won't find anything cheaper for the kind of stuff you're getting. All you have to do is, you know, mind your business. If some weasel questions you, no Sir, you haven't seen or heard anything suspicious. That's all."

You can only stare wide eyed, somewhat taken aback by his honesty.

"Uh...Are you sure you were supposed to tell me all of this? I feel we're skipping some steps before admitting to organized crime."

Now it's his turn to consider your inquiry. 

"Probably not, but I'm not good with words. You look like a smart girl, so I thought I won't sugarcoat it. I'm sure you already know that if you leave and rat us out I'll be throwing your chopped up remains in the nearby river. Or would you want to be shipped home instead? I'm a nice guy like that, hehe."

You return a crooked smile and purse your lips in the process. You'd rather not learn the percentage of truth in his humor anytime soon. 

"You mentioned a stalker? I can guarantee you he won't follow here, miss. And if he's that dumb to wander on our turf, well, me and my guys always hang around the block. Leave him to me and I'll bring you his teeth in a box." 

"I-...Why teeth of all the things?"

"Just easier to pull out, ya know." He winks and reaches for his back pocket, revealing an old pair of pliers with childish delight. "See, I'm a bit of a handyman, so I always have some tools on me."

Strangely enough, you're not as terrified as you would expect from someone in your shoes. Certainly your knees are weaker when compared to your pre-encounter state, but there's something about his demeanor that doesn't feel malicious or threatening. Like conversing with an old friend at a pub. 

"Will I truly not get in trouble? You guys do your thing and I'm 100% not involved?"

"You have my word." And with that, as if closing the sale of his lifetime, he confidently slaps a stack of papers on the nearby counter and hands you a pen. "You already have my number, if anyone pisses you off just hit me up and I'll be at your service. Boss left everything to me."

No perverts and less of your monthly allowance going towards rent. Maybe it's your despair talking, but you've been persuaded nonetheless. You scribble your name in the designated field and shove the documents towards your new acquaintance. 

"Pleasure doing business with you, miss (Y/N)." He cheerfully dangles the keys before dropping them in your hand and heads for the door.

"Oh, is shipping included in the rent?"

He stops and turns to you, mildly confused.

"You said if I mess up you'll ship my remains home. Do I pay for the postage myself, or is that part of the monthly tax?" You ask with a cheeky grin. 

His eyes narrow in delight and you can tell he's greatly amused by your words. 

"Nah, consider it a gift from me. Gotta treat a lady nice, 'specially if it's a pretty one like you."

And with that, you're alone again. You look around the room, trying to visualize your new home. It's already getting dark outside. Now that you've had the situation explained to you, you can definitely see what Daitou meant. There's the occasional police officer patrolling the street, and plenty of men dressed in similar fashion walking in small groups. 

"And?"

Outside the building, a young man is leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. He seems to have been waiting for Daitou. 

"It's done. Some cute foreigner is moving in." He lifts an arm in a flexing motion, patting his bicep in a congratulatory manner. "Boss will be surprised, eh?"

"You're fucking with me."

"What? You wanna go back upstairs and check?" He responds, appalled. "Might've taken longer than expected, but I told ya I can manage!"

"Are you sure you didn't threaten her or something? I still don't know what Boss was thinking when he asked a nutcase like you to deal with the civvies." 

"Hey hey hey, I may not be all fancy speaking like you or Kazuya, but I'm not dumb. Matter of fact, she already signed the papers."

"I never said you're dumb. Just batshit crazy." The young man sighs and flicks his cigarette butt away, stomping on it.

"Let's go and tell the others."

[b2cute]

After Hours | Matt Sturniolo

authors notes: hi guys! i’ve been really busy but i want to try to be more active on this app because i love you guys so much! reminder that requests are open!

warnings: y/n (don’t kill me), fem reader, she/her pronouns, pet names, sex, no pull out, wrap before u tap!!!!, cussing?, lmk if i miss anything

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It was 12:40 am and Matt still hadn’t arrived to pick me up from my friend's house. I was there all day and the night before, helping her prep for a big final coming up at our university. We met each other at a bar freshman year and now spend our late teenage years together. I found Matt through her when she invited me to her birthday party early into our friendship. I got to meet Nathan, a close friend of Matt’s and later found Matt because of him. Through the years of my relationship with Matt, we share plenty of memories and stories. He is sweet and takes good care of me. It took time for him to open up to me which is something I found interesting considering his now bubbly persona. Matt would start by shaking my hand and guiding me to his car. Now, he sprints to me and picks me up like a feather while carrying me to the car for our weekly dates.

Considering our different lifestyles, it's hard for me and Matt to see each of her as much as we desire. His love for YouTube and my constant studying made it impossible to get alone time, so when we were together he made the most out of it. For others, Matt is kind and shy with a friendly personality, but for me… well it's safe to say he hates my guts after hours.

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“Yeah just like that” she screams out. Her face was shoved into the plush silk pillows in his room. The lights were dim and the only sounds were y/n’s moans and slapping through the bedroom, maybe even the whole house. Matt continues pounding into her like there's no tomorrow. Even though she couldn't remember how many times she finished, y/n was still feigning for more. The way her tight walls hugged Matt's thick member made the two weak for each other. “Gonna be a good girl and give me a couple more right baby?” the sweaty brunette calls out. His figure was almost invisible in the room with nothing but a dark silhouette showing his lean body.

Matt continued fucking himself onto y/n, she couldn't take it anymore. Her body became numb and her legs gave out a long ago now being held by Matt's tattooed arm that snakes throughout her waist as he slowly bent down to place harsh kisses onto the girl's back. “Please mmph… can't take it anymore” the girl cried out. She was attempting to crawl away from the boy when she suddenly felt her body shift. Matt turned her limp body around so her head was on the back of the pillows. “You got it, almost done love just hang on” he grunts. Matt brings his arms to the backs of y/n’s thighs and lifts them back to her knees. The new angle brought a wave of pleasure as his head kissed her g-spot over and over. “Matt oh my g-god!” she moans out but the boy tuned her out long ago, only focusing on making her finish.

He slowed down his pace, pulling out until just the tip was in her, then slamming back in, repeating this over and over. Soft groans escaped the boy's lips as he held onto the girl, not letting her leave the state she was in.

“Matt seriously, no more” she cried out, “I'm done.” This only made Matt needier, bringing a hand lower to her puffy clit, rubbing hard circles with the pads of his fingers, occasionally leaving a light slap. Y/n jerked up from the pleasure, holding onto the boy's hair as a familiar knot in her stomach formed for the 3rd time. “C-close” she warned the boy as her eyes screwed shut from the sensation she felt. “M’ too, come with me babe” the boy growled fastening his pace. He left out numerous amount of thrusts before releasing his sticky seed inside y/n’s swollen cunt. “Matt!” y/n screams out, her back leaving the mattress as her hands grip the silky sheets underneath her. She squirmed underneath the boy and created the perfect “O” shape on her mouth. A series of cusses left Matt’s mouth as he panted hard after coming.

Trying to not hurt her, Matt slowly pulled out, the sight of their releasing oozing out of the girl. Wasting no time, Matt dips his head down legs y/n’s legs shoving the muscle in his mouth into her. “Too sensitive!” she cries out, her hands finding a home in his damp hair trying to pull him away. “Can't leave a mess, can we? Nick and Chris will notice” he smirks before diving back in. His tongue dances around the girl's cunt, cleaning everything up before light sucking her swollen clit. Y/n was a moaning mess, moving around and squirming at every little touch. When Matt felt satisfied, he pulled away, leaving one last kiss on her pussy and standing up.

The girl was lying down on the bed, her body almost paralyzed. Matt stood up, walked into the bathroom, and grabbed a damp towel to clean up anything left behind. After throwing it away, he went into the bed pulling Y/n into his arms, kissing the top of her head. He could feel her heart beating out her chest and he stroked her hair. “I love you, baby, you did so good for me” he cooed, planting kisses on her forehead. The girl let out a soft hum as she drifted into bed. Not being able to sleep, Matt grabbed his phone to see 40+ notifications from his group chat with Nick and Chris.

| For god's sake please shut the fuck up

| Matt you hooligan I can hear you over my music

| I give up.

The boy let out a soft laugh before shutting his phone off and bringing y/n closer to his chest, slowly drifting off to bed himself.

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[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober 3: Steve/Eddie & voice kink

Rated E • no UD, modern era, sex worker Eddie, phone sex, slight feminization, dom!Eddie (no one’s surprised)

For @lawrencebshoggoth 😘😏

Steve was grocery shopping, trying to decide what he wants to meal prep for the week. When a warm sensation floods his belly, his dick hardening in his slacks. The fuck?

Searching around him, he can’t figure out what is happening. Why is his body reacting like this to salad?

A voice from the next aisle finally registers to him.

“No, Chrissy! I’m not letting you set up my uncle with random women for your sick amusement!”

At first he can’t place the voice, but his now fully hard dick knows it instantly.

“Oh fuck,” Steve mumbles. He leaves his cart and races to the front door before he’s aware of what he’s doing.

In his beemer, he takes deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart and the throbbing between his legs.

It had started as a misclick on his favorite site, a happy accident. Steve had never ventured into spicy audios before, but soon he was addicted and the velvety voice of PuppetMaster was his go-to way of getting off.

The knowledge that this person who had become one of his only sexual fantasies was out there and close by had Steve feeling ashamed yet unbelievably turned on. He took a paid day from work and spent a lot of time … taking care of himself.

“That’s it, baby. Look so good all spread out for me. Oh, fuck,” the strangers deep voice rolled across him as he fucked into his fist.

It felt more dirty now, the humiliation factor ratcheting up as he listened. The fact that there was a real person to complete the fantasy made it even more tantalizing.

He couldn’t even tell anyone about it. At work he felt like his skin was too tight, the lights too bright.

After a very long week, Steve didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was going to shake out of his skin. The audios weren’t enough anymore. His brain cycled through versions of the man speaking, but couldn’t land on one. He would get so obsessed about trying to think of a face that he couldn’t finish.

A few beers later, Steve found himself blindly searching the name online.

He almost dropped his phone when a TikTok account popped up.

This definitely didn’t help matters. But his dick was back on board. The man was beautiful, much more so than his meager imagination could come up with. The long wavy hair, big brown eyes. His lips.

He’d snuck his hand down before he realized. Then he froze. Was this too far? Jerking it to this stranger’s social media?

There weren’t a lot of videos, and he was irritated to find that the man wasn’t using his own voice, mostly lip syncing popular sounds. Scrolling down, his thumb found an earlier video. It was a comical thirst trap set up, but the way the man’s arms came up to grab the top of the doorframe showing off his tattooed biceps and ribs, the way his eyes darkened as he swept his gaze down the camera made his breath catch.

Steve let the video loop until he came twice.

Then a message slid down from the top of the page. With the man’s tiny circle face.

Hey there

Oh no. How had this happened?

He swiped back to the video and realized not only had he followed the page, in his exuberance he’d spammed that video with emojis.

It occurred to him that he could just ignore it. Delete the message, his account, the app, never have to think about this again.

But his stupid dick had him going back to the man’s page. His profile didn’t give much information. But there was a link.

“Holy shit,” Steve gasped as the page loaded.

He had never allowed himself to explore OnlyFans, given his track record with this new addiction. He didn’t understand most of the jargon he was skimming over, but it hit him that there was an untapped treasure trove of content from this man who had been the source of all of his recent orgasms.

He subscribed and didn’t blink at whatever dollar amount was charged.

Then he got a second message.

PuppetMaster: You work fast, pretty

His brain helpfully supplied the voice and the face to go along with it and his dick stirred. The way this stranger had overhauled his body should be concerning. But all he could do now was go along with it.

Steve clicked on the notification and tried to come up with something to say.

PuppetMaster: Oh, now he’s shy

PuppetMaster: I don’t want to scare you away

He gulped, then started typing.

SteveH1102: You’re not going to scare me away. But I might scare you

PuppetMaster: Oh?

PuppetMaster: Cute little thing like you? I doubt it

Steve smiled in spite of himself.

SteveH1102: I’ve, let’s say, enjoyed your work that I’ve found elsewhere but just discovered your actual page

His heart was beating so fast, his anxious energy didn’t allow him to keep laying across his couch. He got up to pace around his apartment.

PuppetMaster: Well that’s not scary. I’m glad you found your way to me

“Christ,” Steve whispered.

SteveH1102: The thing is, you aren’t from around Indianapolis, are you?

There was a longer pause between messages now, and he was waiting for some notification that he was blocked or otherwise in trouble. He grabbed another beer from the fridge and drank half of it in a long pull.

PuppetMaster: Maybe I didn't give you enough credit, handsome. That would send chills up anyone’s spine

SteveH1102: I’m sorry, I probably could’ve worded it better. I’m sort of drinking. I’m pretty sure I overheard you on the phone at the grocery store and well, recognized your voice

A thought popped into his head. Without allowing the man to respond, he started typing again.

SteveH1102: This is actually you, right? Not like an assistant or like a catfish situation?

PuppetMaster: It’s all me, baby. It’s cute you think I’m big enough to have outsourced my porn site

SteveH1102: Could we video call?

He blinked as he realized he sent it. Counted to thirty and still didn’t have a response.

SteveH1102: I’d pay for your time, or however this works. Of course

There was a pop-up requiring some more details from him and a payment that he quickly clicked through.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve breathed as he stared at the live video. The other man was smart enough to throw a light on, and was either on a computer or had turned his phone sideways.

“Same to you. Your profile picture doesn’t do you justice.”

It was definitely him, and getting to watch the voice he’d become addicted to come from those lips made chills travel down his body.

Steve huffed a laugh, walking quickly back over to his couch next to the only lamp that was on. When he’d dropped down onto a rough throw pillow he also remembered he’d taken his shirt off.

“You gunna give me a show, handsome? Getting comfy?”

Steve tried to bite back the moan that escaped, he really did. Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea after all.

“Why not? I’m having fun.”

He gaped at the smirk across the beautiful face and winced as he realized he’d spoken that aloud.

“Convinced it’s me, yet? Are you going to tell me what you were thinking when you put all kinds of heart eyes on my TikTok?”

Steve knew this teasing commanding tone and wasn’t surprised when his cock started filling again.

“I didn’t mean to, ma- um, it was a mistake. I was-”

He received a low growl and a full mischievous grin.

“It’s Eddie, by the way. But you can call me master if you want. I’ll let you know if you do anything I don’t like, and I’d appreciate if you’d do the same.”

“Oh my god.” Steve felt way too in over his head to have this conversation.

“So your hand just slipped,” Eddie continued, ignoring him. There was a low chuckle, and his face got bigger in the screen. “Were you doing something naughty, pretty boy?”

Steve whined and his hips jolted on their own accord.

“I think that’s a yes, then. Is there somewhere you can prop your phone up, Stevie? So I can see you better? And you don’t have to hold it?”

He blinked, unsure of what was happening, but then searched around quickly. He set his beer bottle down on the coffee table and stuck his phone in front of it. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but Eddie hummed at him.

“There’s a good boy. Still got your work pants on? Came home all stressed and decided to come look for me?”

He dug his fingers into his thighs to keep from dipping his hand into his pants.

“E-eddie,” he gasped.

Eddie clicked his tongue at him. “Now, now, pretty. We both know that’s not what you want to call me. Go ahead, try again.”

Steve had a silent war with himself while they stared at each other.

“Or we could talk about the weather, or music or whatever,” Eddie teased.

He giggled, and his mouth betrayed him again. “I would probably get off just from that anyways.”

Eddie’s face brightened and he laughed, low and filthy. “Oh yeah? Maybe we’ll try that sometime. C’mon, show me. Let me see you.”

He groaned, covering his face instead.

“Don’t you dare.” Eddie’s hardened voice had him moving his hands instantly. “What a good boy you are for me. Now, I’m sure you wanna come as much as I do- uh huh, now we’ve got his attention. Slide those expensive pants down.”

Steve swallowed hard, raising his hips as he wiggled out of his slacks.

Eddie yanked his shirt off quickly, like he wasn’t willing to miss a second of Steve. It sent an even more powerful wave of warmth through him. He was lightly muscled, but most of his chest and arms were covered with dark ink. Steve wanted to lick every inch.

“Please,” he whined.

“I know, baby. We’re getting there. You look so good, all desperate and writhing.”

It was so close to his favorite audios that he gasped.

“Ohhh, so that’s what you’ve been enjoying, Stevie? Those do seem to get spread far and wide. Speaking of… why don’t you lose your panties, honey. Let me see all of you.”

The word panties almost had him coming already, the humiliation burning in his belly. Biting his lip, he pulled the waistband of his briefs down, quickly leaning back at Eddie’s snapped fingers when he blocked the camera.

“Well, big boy, now what should we do about that?”

His dick was, predictably, hard and dripping. Again. He would’ve been impressed by his refraction period if he wasn’t literally following directions from this sex god.

Steve couldn’t speak as he realized Eddie had also stripped, but he was keeping below his belly button out of camera view as his hand moved.

“Really glad you found me tonight, pretty boy. Look at you,” Eddie purred.

He couldn’t keep his hand from sliding down his length, and the deep groan that burst out from him.

Neither of them said anything as they soaked in the view and each other’s noises, but Steve couldn’t hold back the whine at Eddie’s growled, “Hands off.”

His dick twitched against his belly as he stared almost unseeingly at his phone. Eddie still kept his own hands and dick out of view. He was suddenly more desperate to see Eddie’s hands working himself over than coming.

“Please,” he croaked. “Eddie- I need-”

“You can wait,” Eddie responded coolly.

“No, please. Can I see you? Wanna see your cock!”

The moan from his phone made him shiver, but he wasn’t prepared for the sinful look that spread across Eddie’s face.

“Oh yeah? More than you want to touch yourself?”

Steve whimpered but nodded.

“You’re so precious, Stevie. Say it again.”

The order made more precome slide down his dick and he clenched his hands in the cushion under him. “Please let me see you, Eds? Please?”

Eddie reached up and did something to make the angle different. “Such nice begging, baby.”

He licked his lips unconsciously, thinking about how full his mouth would be with that thick cock shoved into it.

“Gods, your mouth, Stevie. I stared so hard at those lips in your picture. They’d look so good stretched around me.”

Eddie was apparently a talker, while Steve only managed to whimper and try to keep his hands away from his persistent problem.

“Being so good for me, pretty. I want to bite those moles on your thigh. No, don’t hide. You’re fucking delicious, Stevie.”

Eddie’s hand quickened, twisting around the head. “You want my come so bad, don’t you slut?”

He could only whine and nod, sliding further down the couch as if he could get physically closer for him.

“Want it in your mouth? Or across your tits?”

Steve gasped and closed his eyes against the burn of humiliation that almost had him coming apart.

Eddie hummed. “Yeah, rub it into your chest hair and down to your pretty cock.”

He opened his eyes in time to watch Eddie grunt, mesmerized as his muscles bunched and he threw his head back as he came hard. His head shot up at Steve’s small, “Oh, oh, oh fuck!”

He’d never come untouched before.

Gasping, rocking through the aftershocks as he came down, he nervously looked back at Eddie. The look of pure want and fire in his eyes made him groan softly.

“So, Stevie, what was it you said about living in the area?”

[thatsdemko]

better than it was - f1 grid

previous part (secret Santa) | masterlist

pairings: f1 grid x driver!fem!reader | warnings: NOT intended for minors + mentions of fingering (f receiving) + angst(ish)

a/n: the long awaited part 2 is finally here. enjoy!!!

it’s poor behavior to talk about this with Daniel. but he’s the only emotionally intelligent person left on the grid and he’s seemed to pick up your agitations.

“three months? you know, I can check that out for you—“

you place your hands hard against his shoulder and shove him into the wall, “this is not funny! my sex life is not a joke.” you growl in his direction.

Daniel was not the person to consult. he was a talker at heart and a gossiper. he wiggles his way into the drama, and exits before you can even have a last breath.

so leave it to him to reorganize the secret Santa cards and perfectly place your name into his hands. the two people under a serious dry spell that could make the desert laughable.

“so he set us up?” you stare blankly into the ocean blue eyes in front of you. his pink plump lips are covered in salt from the rim of his margarita.

“I didn’t know until last week. Lando talks too you know?”

lando. all night you’d consulted in him and he was riding right along on this plan. he knew for a fact he’d show up, even when you doubted. every time you pondered the hand writing or the meaning of the gift, lando stood right there with a faint smirk and evil laughter track in his head.

“I’m stupid to think you’d actually have the brains to do all this.”

he gasps, sarcastically placing a hand against his chest, “I have you know all the things said in the card were true. I’m offering you a special gift.”

rolling your eyes you take a sip of his margarita and place it back on the coaster, “it’s still no. I can’t have sex with you.”

“with me?” he seems appalled and you know he’s not faking this. there’s nothing wrong with him. he’s absolutely perfect, and the rumors that circle around about him scream fuckboy. so why should you even do it? all it will end up being is bad press.

and if the news ever got out that you two—rivaled drivers to be specific—were having a secret affair? you cannot imagine that no amount of damage control and PR training could save you two from this wreck.

its risky behavior, to be with him right now, but the dim lighting and closed down bar you’re in help hide yourselves to the world.

“you cannot be serious. you don’t know what’s said about you? I’ll have you know, women talk.” you scoff downing the last drops of tequila and sugar before sending the glass at the edge of the table.

“but this is different.” he corrects you, “we can fix each others problems.” he adds hoping to change the look on your face that screams of terror and fear. you know hooking up with him was a bad idea, but why’d it have to feel so good? why’d the sex in the back seat of his car make your body scream in ways it hasn’t before. why’d it have to be so attractive to hear him say your name when you sucked his cock? why’d all of this have to be so good yet so bad?

FEBRUARY 2024

it’s been three months…again.

it’d been three months since the best mind blowing back seat sex you’ve ever had. and now you’re back where this all lead you before. in a dry spell.

it didn’t help that preseason testing was around the corner, and Bahrain was just as dry and overheated as you were.

you stayed in your teams garage whenever you had the chance. you didn’t dare watch his car fly down the straights and turns of the track, and you didn’t dare wait up for him at night.

you were back to how things were before, just friendly.

however it felt irritating to him. to see that race suit hang against your hips, the fireproof show off every curve of your body. it pained him to watch you just walk off.

“you’re having problems again.” Lando announces, his voice startling you that you nearly lose your page in your book before tossing it aside on your bed.

“what are you talking about?”

“you never told me about December.” he redirects the conversation, seating himself on the edge of your hotel bed, “you always tell me this stuff.”

“not after I found out you were meddling this situation do I tell you this stuff.”

a blush covers his cheeks as he nervously scratches the back of his neck, “okay so I wasn’t totally innocent in this— but neither are you! you shouldn’t of opened your mouth to Daniel!” he exclaims rather loudly that you’re sure whoever shares the walls with you could hear.

huffing out a sigh, you tell Lando from start to finish everything that happened that night many moons ago. by the time you’re finished, Lando looks as if there was more to be told, but that was it. the story ended at him saying he’d call you and he never did.

“he never called?” Lando mumbles the words to himself, you can see he’s trying to connect the dots on maybe why he never called but you’d given up. you spent two weeks in that same rut Lando was in and decided it wasn’t worth it. you both got what you needed and that was the end of it.

“trust me, I’d know if he called, but the line has been silent.”

lando’s eyes widen, a lightbulb clicking, “I have an idea,” he stands up off the mattress and before you can stop him he’s sprinting out the door letting it slam behind him.

this is why you never talk to Lando Norris.

—

“so I never called.”

the words come from behind you, and while all signs tell you, you should turn around, you avoid it. you keep reading your book in hopes that maybe he’ll shoo along and take the hint.

“that’s it? after all that—“

“all that?” you say slamming the book shut. all that? you could not believe him. while the sex was good, and he was a natural at giving you pleasures, he also didn’t last. it took no more than one minute for him to come and that was the end of it.

“you really believe it was ‘all that’?” you turn to face him now to see the man you once spent an evening with. he looked different yet the same. there was more muscle to his body, more of a maturity than there was before.

“y/n, the deed is done. did you really think I was going to call?”

you can feel your heart plummet out of its cavity, thinking back to your early conversation, you always knew he never would. he ran his way around women often, and always left them to dry. he wasn’t ever going to call because that’s who he was.

“wow.” you say feeling as if all the air in your lungs were gone. like the only air left was the dry air of Bahrain and it wasn’t enough to keep you from falling, “after you said this was different. you played me with this stupid Christmas gift and now,” you pause. your chest tirelessly rose and fell trying to supply air, “now you expect me to what? forgive you? move on like all is well?”

shaking your head you stumble across the empty paddock to find somewhere—anywhere away from him.

you slam yourself into bodies, unable to look up from the blacktop pavement beneath your feet as you push yourself into the nearest garage and drivers room. slamming the door shut jolts whoever is in the room with you, he turns from his game to find you in the corner hunched over trying to breathe.

“Jesus, y/n.” Lewis pushed himself out of the chair he’s in and moves down to your level, “what’s the matter?”

“max.” you grit out through your teeth feeling tears threaten to spill, “fucking max.”

you can’t see the frown that takes hold of his lips, but you feel his arms quickly wrap around you making you safe in his embrace, “so your secret Santa sucked huh?” Lewis chuckles carefully place a kiss to your hair, “I assume he was awful then? didn’t fulfill your needs?”

a scoff unconsciously escapes your lips as a reply, “fulfilled his own then left. said he’d call, he never did.”

Lewis let’s out a sigh, pulling himself an inch away from you, “he didn’t—“ Lewis stops himself trying to find the right words, “you didn’t get what you wanted?” he exhales, watching you pull your knees into your chest trying to shrink into the corner.

“no.” you whimper softly feeling a heat wave across your face. it’s humiliating really is what it was. to know the entire grid left last season knowing of you dry spell and if word got around, they’d know yet again, you’d been let down. so what’s Lewis to do? be a horrible man and not give you the pleasures you deserve? you’re a woman after all, a woman who, simply put, just wanted to feel.

Lewis extended his arm towards you, his fingers brushing your cheeks, he pulls a few hairs off your tear stained cheeks, “darling,” he moves closer again, this time you can almost hear his heart beating out of his chest, you can smell the lingering scent of rubber mixed with his cologne, “all you have to do is ask, and I can show you.”

swallowing the lump in your throat you remove your knees from your tight grip and slightly part your thighs, “show me.” your voice feels small in the room, quiet like as small as mouse.

he’s gentle. closing the gap between you two, his lips carefully crashing against yours, teeth tug on your bottom lip and his tongue sneaks in. he’s more experienced at this than you are, you let him take control.

slipping his hand down your pants, his index finger swipes across your panties that are thick with moisture, “six months of this huh? must’ve been hard.” you cut off his chuckle with a kiss to his cheek, lips trailing down his neck, you’re sucking at his earlobe while his finger slips in your folds.

your breath hitches, a moan escaping your mouth that you just can’t control as you feel him pump you, his thumb run carefully across your clit. it’s pitiful, how easy it was. six months and not a single man had touched like Lewis did. not even max could get you like this.

“feels good, huh?” he asks, softly. watching your eyes roll to the back of your head while he continues to rub the bundle of nerves and feeling the need to add a second finger.

you’re taking him well, despite the shake in your legs and the pitiful lack of self control to stop yourself from coming so soon. Lewis doesn’t really seem to mind, he just undoes his pants, remove his underwear from around his hips, and hoist you up against the wall.

your head pounds against the wall, fingers gripping Lewis’s shoulders, his rhythm is short, sporadic like he too had been waiting six months to fuck someone. the two of you are at match for who’s the loudest in the drivers room, and if anyone was listening they didn’t seem to stop you two.

he’s long, no doubt. it’s painful how you’ve never thought of Lewis like this. like someone who needs someone so bad they do it in their room where almost everyone can hear them. he was a man with honor around these tracks, but fuck his honor. he’d rather give you the pleasure you failed to recieve months ago.

finally releasing the two of you pull away from each other and lie against the wall, bodies nearly toppling each other.

“was it anything like that? with max?”

you attempt to let out a laugh, but you’re out of breath panting from the recent activities.

“he didn’t last as long as you did.”

Lewis laughs pressing a kiss to your cheek, “some of us are more experienced than others.”

—

DEAR MAX,

looks like I gave her the one thing you couldn’t. merry belated Christmas to me.

— LEWIS HAMILTON

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[r4fe-cam3ron]

𓍯 ִֶָ FEBRUARY SECOND; side b — it’s been awhile - staind | rockstar!e. munson x r

w; insinuation of cheating & choosing career over relationship, drunk eddie, i say ‘rockstar!eddie’ but pls take that loosely, nooo happy ending, angst only! an; i hope yall enjoy this angsty piece :ppp

mixtape here!

There’s an unhealthy amount of cigarettes that had been dropped into the ashtray — some overflowing and dropping onto the table. There’s some ends that have a red lipstick print around it. 

Those were barely smoked and wasted, yet Eddie didn’t feel like asking her to finish the cigarette, even if she was wasting a dozen of them — not that he was counting. 

His fingers are sore, almost bleeding, from how many times he goes over the same verse of the song. He’s lost count of how many times he’s had to start over from the beginning, and when he does it again, he feels his face flushing in anger. 

He curses under his breath and reaches for the pack on the table. His eyes peek in, his teeth clenching together as he tosses the empty carton back into the table. His fingers press into his eyes and he rubs — hard. So hard he can see spots dance around in his vision. 

He flinches when he feels arms wrap around his neck, lips pressing to his shoulder blade before her chin hooks over the same shoulder. His hands drop and he keeps his eyes locked on the television that shows the two of them in the reflection. 

“You okay, baby?” His jaw clenches once more from just her voice alone, yet he nods and stands from the couch. She leans back, throwing her legs over the couch. “Where are you goin’?” Her hair flows over her shoulder when she moves it towards the edge of the couch. 

Eddie glances over at her, before looking away as he picks a shirt up from a chair. He slips it over his head before pulling his hair from the collar. “Just out to the store. Gotta get a pack of smokes.” 

She hums. “Can you get me a pack?” 

“Gladly.” He grabs his jacket and wallet before heading towards the door. 

“Hey!” He stops when he’s halfway out the door, rolling his eyes to himself before turning and watching as she sits up and hangs over the back of the couch. “Hurry back, please. I wanna hear your new song.” 

“Yeah.” He nods, slamming the door behind himself. He’s quick to jog down the steps, finally feeling as if he could breathe, a small bit of air circles around as he exhales. 

He’s quick to get into his van and start it up, driving out of the trailer park as quick as he could. He didn’t lie — he’s going to the gas station to get a pack of cigarettes, but not right now. 

He needed to get out of that small box and take a break from suffocating in the life that chokes him until he can’t breathe. 

He thinks the worst part is, he can’t blame anyone besides himself for digging himself into that hole. He doesn’t want it to be his fault, yet, he only digs deeper. 

He thinks the hole is now closing up with the dirt. 

It’s lightly sprinkling now and the red lights, that flicker every so often, distort in the droplets on his window. His fingers tap against the wheel when he realizes where he is once again. 

Man, he wishes he had a cigarette. 

Reaching over to his glove box, he hits it and watches as it drops open. He reaches in and grabs a pack of gum. Quickly putting a piece into his mouth, he slips out of his van and walks towards the bar. 

It’s the same — obviously — not much has changed. He makes his way slowly towards the bar, sitting down on stool and waits. 

“Hi! What can I—” He knows that voice from anywhere. 

He glances at you, looking slightly ashamed. Your jaw clenches and you wish it wasn’t only you tonight working, or you would’ve gotten someone else to serve him. 

“What can I get you?” Your voice runs flat, no more fake, customer service voice. 

He smirks a bit. “What, you aren’t playing nice now?” He tilts his head. 

“Not with you — no way,” You scoff. “Either you order or leave. I have a right to refuse to give you anything.” 

“A beer.” 

Giving him one last stare, you turn away and grab a bottle, popping it open before walking back. You place it in front of him without another word, turning away and speaking to some other men who sit at a table on the other side of the room. 

He listens closely and he can hear your laugh again, his own lips pulling into a smile as his eyes remain on the bar. There’s a song playing on the old jukebox in the back at a low volume.

He doesn’t realize how fast he had actually finished off his beer, asking for another, then another plus a little something extra. You’re getting irritated with him but he can’t find it in himself to care. 

“Do you need us to help you out with that one?” You glance up, pausing the wipe down you were doing on the counter. It’s almost closing time, Randy and Joe leaving after finishing off the last bit of beer. 

Your eyes drift towards Eddie who’s curls are spread out on the counter you have yet to clean, his forehead resting on his arm as he sways a bit in his seat. 

Shaking your head, you look at them. “No. It’s okay,” You give the two men a smile. “He doesn’t live far from here. I can take care of him.” 

They’re hesitant, sharing a quick glance with one another. “If you’re sure—”

“I’m positive,” You nod. “He’s harmless.” Harmless in the physical way anyway. Joe nods once, sighing a bit as he slides over two twenties, Randy doing the same after slipping on his coat. 

“Alright. We’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks!” Their boots scrape across the wooden floor, eyes fixed on Eddie as they pass. 

“Alright! See ya, thank you!” You call out. They finally disappear and your smile finally drops as well as your eyes, staring at Eddie. “What are you even doing here? Isn’t Angel waiting for you?” 

He mumbles something in response and it takes everything in you to not scream at him to just leave. Yet, no matter what he’s put you through and how much you want him to hurt just as bad as you did, you would not allow him to drive in the state he’s in. 

“I can’t understand you. Get up,” You snap your fingers impatiently, making your way over. His head lifts and you start to clean down the counter of where he had his head. You glance up slightly before looking down once again. 

Wait. 

Your arm stops and your eyes lift to look at him once again. He’d been crying — you don’t know when he had even started. 

“Why are you crying?” Your brows furrow together. 

His breathing shudders and you can’t help but frown. Even under all the anger you have for him, you love Eddie. Truly, deeply, and always. Your hand pulls away from the cloth and you make your way around the counter slowly. 

Your ears pick up on the small, broken sob that leaves his mouth. His head drops and his curls curtain his face. You stop next to him, watching as his fingers dig into his face, leaving imprints. 

“Eddie,” Your hand reaches out to grasp his wrist. You startle slightly when he lets out another sob, this time louder. “Eds, what’s going—” 

Your words are effectively cut short when his arms wrap around you. Your hands lift quickly as you blink, feeling his curls tickle against your collarbone and the grip he has on both of your sides. 

Your heart skips a beat as you hesitantly look down at him as your arms remain held out to the side, careful not to touch him anymore than what you were already allowing. 

“I’m sorry,” His warm breath brushes over your skin as he speaks, his warm tears rolling down and dropping into your skin as well. Your eyes close and you let out a small exhale as you shake your head. “I’m so sorry. Please…” He whimpers as he shakes his head, readjusting his grip. 

“Eddie, please, let go—” 

“I’m so sorry,” He repeats. “Please forgive me. I didn’t…I can’t let you go. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t breathe. It hurts,” His voice cracks and you feel your own tears prick at your eyes and suddenly, your heart picks up. 

“Hey. Eddie, let go of me. I can’t…” You shake your head when you feel as his hands grip at your back now, only this time, with his fingernails. “Eddie, you’re suffocating me, let go!” 

Your hands meet his shoulders, pushing his grip away as you quickly pull back from him. He blinks owlishly as he stared at you with parted lips and soaked cheeks. He notices the tears that had finally fell free. 

“Oh, God,” He stands quickly, shaking his head as he quickly reaches out to wipe away the tears. You pull away from him, your eyes squinted at him. “I just…I’m trying to—”

“Trying to what? Wipe my tears away like you always did, then turn away from me again like you always do,” You let out a scoff as you shake your head. “No. I’m not letting you touch me. You have no right,” You point at him. 

“You lost those privileges when you decided to keep messing around after I had given you so many chances, and you broke my heart over and over again. You only care about yourself,” You poke at his chest and watch as his chin quivers. “You never once cared about me because if you did, you’d let me heal from what pain you caused me. Not increase it by tenfold,” 

“I love you, Eddie, I really do. But, you make me so angry at you,” You stare at him. “You decided what life you wanted when you left after I asked you not to. And now look at you,” 

You motion towards him. You don’t mean to word vomit, but again, you’re angry that he doesn’t seem to take your feelings into consideration. Only his. 

“You come in here and drink whatever you can and get drunk. And don’t think I don’t know you’re doing it during the day as well,” You walk around the counter to grab your purse. “I’m taking you home. Let’s go.” 

Eddie wordlessly follows behind you, glancing over at his van as you lock up the doors. “What about my van?” 

“You’re just gonna come back tomorrow, aren’t you?” You snap, looking over at him. “You can get it then.” 

You pass by him and make your way towards your car, getting in and starting it up. Eddie sighs and follows after you, getting in and buckling up. 

It’s silent now, all besides the bit of rain that hits the top of your car and the low volume of the radio playing Staind. Your nose flares as your fingers grip the steering wheel tightly as you finally turn into the rocky path. 

You stop in front of his trailer, putting the car in park but making no move to get out. Your eyes glance over, noticing the sheer black curtains move slightly before the door opens. 

You clench your jaw and feel the inevitable tears begin once again. “Get out,” Eddie tries reaching for you, but you yank your arm away once again, shaking your head. “Get out of my car, Eddie. If you love me just….” Your voice breaks and you look out your window and place your hand over your mouth as you try to blink the tears away. 

Eddie stares at the back of  your head for a moment, before nodding to himself and opening the car door. “I…I do still love you,” He says. “I hope you can…I hope we can fix things one day but I also understand if you never want to.” 

He waits for you to say something, anything, yet you stay silent. He sniffs and gets out, shutting the door. He watches as you drive away, not wasting a second. 

𓍯 ִֶָ tags; @ali-r3n — @marchsfreakshow — @sstar-ggirl — @love-quinn

𓍯 ִֶָ thank you for reading! comments, reblogs, & feedback are welcome & greatly appreciated!

[a-killer-obsession]

Day 4 - Horse Drawn Sleigh Wire + Ponyplay

Tags: afab reader, femdom, sub!wire, pet play, breeding kink, handjob, bdsm gear, creampie

WC: 1.2k

You made a clicking noise with your mouth as you turned in a small circle on the spot, holding a lead rope and tapping your ‘pony’ on the ass with a riding crop. “There's a pretty pony, good boy,” you cooed. Wire made a whiny sound, muffled by the metal bit in his mouth. His headband with horse ears sat firmly on his head as he trotted in circles around you, the lead in your hand attached to the specially made bridle he wore that held the bit, black high quality leather with decorative metal studs. He held his hands in front of his chest, each bound with leather covers shaped like hooves, and his long, black tail, connected to the plug in his ass, swished behind him as he moved. He was otherwise naked, long thick cock hanging semi-erect, untouched, between his legs, his ass red from the riding crop.

“I think that's enough exercise,” you decided, tugging on the lead rope slightly to slow his movement, “come to me.”

Wire obediently approached you as you sat yourself in a chair, kneeling in front of you and putting his head in your lap. Wire being submissive was a rare sight, but you'd won your bet fair and square, and he was committed to letting you live out this kink fully, as committed and compliant as you always were for his kinks. You always gave it your best whenever Wire asked something new of you, so he was trying his best to show you the same respect. You scratched his head in a way that was pleasant for him, and he nuzzled against your bare legs. You were naked, as he was, save for a set of black heels, necessary for contending with Wire's height.

“You're being such a good boy, Wire,” you cooed, “I think it's time we start on the preparations. We need to make sure your sheath is clean before you mount any mares.”

Wire's dick twitched in response, understanding you meant to touch him finally. This charade of parading him around and whipping him had gone on for a while, along with many other methods of foreplay, and he was keen to get to the main event. You slid off the chair and knelt behind him, pushing him into his all fours. You took a bottle of lube and squirted a small amount on your hand before wrapping it around his cock, pumping it to spread the lube on his shaft. He grunted around the metal gag in his mouth as you quickly worked him to fully erect, occasionally giving his tail a small tug to shift the plug in his ass and add to his stimulation. “Look at that lovely cock, and such nice full balls,” you praised as you cupped his sack gently, playing with the marbles within, “so ready to breed aren't you? My pretty prized stallion.”

Wire used the chair you'd been sitting on to lean against as you pumped his cock, groaning over the bit. You'd been a regular thing for a while so you knew exactly how he liked to be stroked, adding extra pressure whenever your hand hit his base and occasionally running your thumb over the sensitive head. “I think you're about ready to mount now,” you announced, “but we can't just go having you try to breed any mare. People are going to want to know you can get the job done, we'll have to make sure it's all working properly!”

You stood and tugged on his lead, beckoning him to stand and follow you. You leaned over the back of the chair, holding it to support your upper body, pulling on his lead to bring him to stand behind you. You were already well prepared to take his large cock, it'd been part of the foreplay, not to mention the lubricant now spread liberally over his shaft. “Be a good boy now, Wire,” you warned, looking over your shoulder at him as you wiggled your ass teasingly, “show me how well you breed.”

Wire was more than enthusiastic about getting his dick inside your hot wet center, but with the covers on his hands he couldn't use them to line himself up. Instead, he had to rely on prodding you with his erection until he was able to catch it against your cunt. He made a few frustrated huffs before finally getting it, sheathing himself inside you quickly and making you both moan. His bound hands grappled at your waist as he quickly set a hard pace, eager to cum. You'd already cum plenty of times, but had left him on his own until now, desperate to be touched after all your teasing. He didn't think giving up the reins, figuratively and literally, would wind him up so much.

“Good boy Wire,” you struggled to huff out between moans and heavy thrusts that left you winded, “show me how well you breed. Fill me up nice and good, so we can show everyone how good you are. You're gonna get to breed so many pretty mares if you do well.”

Wire's face pressed against your nape as he groaned around the bit, drool dripping from his mouth and wetting your back, along with sweat, as he rut into you at a desperate pace. His hoof hand covers pressed against the top of the front of your thighs and the chair creaked from the pressure it was under. Your coil was pulling tight from his heavy cock rubbing over your g-spot and fluids were beginning to run down your inner thighs as the pornographic sound of his dick thrusting in and out of you mixed with your moans and filled the room.

“Fuck, that's it,” you praised, “just like that baby, I'm right there.”

Wire's thrusts began to get erratic as he too got close, his tail brushing against your calves with each movement as it swung back and forth. He wasn't usually so quick to cum, but your teasing had driven him close to madness. His grunts got louder and he stood completely straight behind you, edging himself until you finished first. You tugged on his lead to pull him close again as you cried out and your pussy clamped down around him, his front almost flush with your back as he groaned and painted your insides white. Fluids streamed down your legs as they shook, Wire's strong arms keeping you upright as he made his final thrusts to work you through your orgasm until he was sure you were done, stilling with his cock buried deep inside you.

You let go of his lead rope and whined as he pulled out, cum running down your leg as the damn keeping it inside you was removed. Wire removed his tail plug with a grunt and let it fall to the floor, before taking a seat in the chair and pulling you into his lap. You pressed soft kisses to his chest and neck between removing his hand covers and bridle, Wire taking a deep breath as the metal gag was removed from his mouth. You let each piece fall to the floor before finally removing his headband, running your hands through his hair and kissing him lovingly, wanting to show him how much you appreciated him indulging you.

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@eddiemonth prompt, oct 4th: Rejection | Arsonist’s Lullaby - Hozier | Lost a/n: pre-steddie post-s4, angst with soft, happy ending because I'm a marshmallow. un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | link to series on ao3

All Eddie Munson has ever wanted to do is play music. 

That’s it. There are other hobbies, of course, other things that bring him joy– D&D, fantasy novels, art– but ever since he was a kid, whenever a teacher would ask what he wants to be when he grows up, it’s always the same answer. 

I wanna play music. 

As a kid, it seems less daunting. He just has to practice, he just has to play, he just has to have the passion to make it big. To be the next Kirk Hammett, or Eddie Van Halen, or Ozzy Osbourne if he can teach himself to carry a tune. 

Making friends is hard, but he manages to find a few in middle school who can play the instruments he can’t– drums, bass. Eddie takes the role of frontman, not exactly a singer still but he’s charismatic enough to get away with it at their school talent show.

High school comes, and Corroded Coffin is revamped. New vibe, new members. He’s older now, a little more jaded with each rejection. 

No one wants their EP, recorded by hand in Gareth’s garage onto cheap cassette tapes. 

No venue will let them play, and Eddie knows that it’s probably because they’re in high school but hadn’t The Cure started in high school? 

No one believes in them, trying to push them– especially Eddie– to consider more successful careers, safer paths. 

But eventually, they book a regular gig at The Hideout and Eddie’s certain this is it. This is their big break. Until they play week after week, staring at the same five plastered faces every Tuesday. If they can prove themselves though, the owner will have to let them play on a Friday or Saturday.

He never does. 

The final nail in the proverbial coffin comes after Eddie’s final senior year. Being accused of murder should have beefed up his credibility if nothing else– he’s already been traumatized, terrorized, and hunted like a goddamn dog, nevermind almost killed via hoard of angry mutant bats. Surely, he’ll catch at least one break. 

And then the owner at The Hideout tells him he can’t play there anymore. 

The hoards of people who still blame him for Chrissy Cunningham’s death are too much for him to manage himself and, in his words, Eddie’s driving away good business. His heart shatters, his breath catches, and Eddie leaves without a word because if he were to try to speak, all that would come out is either an enraged scream or a choked sob and Eddie doesn’t want to risk either. 

He drives around aimlessly for an unknown amount of time, just circles around the outskirts of Hawkins. Maybe I’ll just leave, he thinks. Indianapolis might be far enough. Maybe Chicago. Fuck it, maybe Argyle and Jonathan can put me up for awhile in California. Eddie wants to go somewhere that makes him forget just how lost he is, how unwanted and forgotten he’s become. Being the social pariah is only fun when he’s making speeches on cafeteria tables, not when it boots him out of his one and only career path. 

Somehow, he ends up in Loch Nora. He can’t face Wayne right now, he doesn’t want to bother Robin or Nancy, he’s already let Jeff, Gareth, and Freak down in the worst way imaginable, and if he goes to his mom’s or Chrissy’s tombstones with one more sob story, he’s afraid they’ll start haunting him. Steve’s become a friend over the last year or so it makes sense. Process of elimination and all of that. 

He doesn’t have the mental bandwidth to realize that he’d started driving that way before he ruled everyone else out. 

Steve welcomes him like he always does and offers him a beer, sitting with him in companionable silence on the couch as they watch Monty Python and The Holy Grail and laugh at the same parts. Eddie knows Steve can see that he’s upset but instead of asking questions Eddie isn’t ready to answer, he just sits a little closer with their thighs touching and one arm strewn over the back of the couch, just barely grazing Eddie’s shoulder. 

The movie ends and Steve moves to switch the tape when Eddie finally speaks up. 

“The Hideout kicked us out. Can’t play there anymore.” 

Eddie sees Steve freeze from behind before turning, his eyebrows knitted together above his nose. “Are you fucking serious?” 

He nods and sighs, lifting one hand to chew on this thumbnail as he looks at the wall beyond Steve. 

“That’s bullshit, dude. Why? Because of the protestors or whatever?” 

He nods again. 

“Want me to go down there? I’ve still got my bat around here somewhere. It might be nice to swing at something that’s not trying to like, eat me.” 

Eddie huffs a small laugh through his nose and meets Steve’s eyes, their righteous anger blending with his own as he sees Steve cross his arms over his chest. It’s hard not to stare. 

 “Well, then at least I wouldn’t be the only guy in this town wanted for murder.” 

Steve shakes his head and just chooses another movie, Howard the Duck this time, before returning to his spot on the couch. It’s one of Eddie’s favorite movies but he can’t focus to save his life because Steve is even closer now, his arm draped fully across Eddie’s shoulders and creating a space for Eddie to easily just… rest. So he does. 

The title sequence starts and Eddie’s head drops to the side, resting on Steve’s shoulder. It’s one of his favorites but he can’t follow the plot to save his life. All he can focus on is the way Steve’s fingers trace symptoms and shapes against the cotton of his tee shirt, and the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the feeling of Steve’s head leaning against the top of his. 

“I had a new song and everything,” Eddie whispers, surprising both himself and Steve. 

Steve hums and tightens his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, a ghost of a hug. “Play it for me sometime?”

All Eddie Munson has ever wanted to do is play music. And maybe he still can.

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Reborn into BG3: Chapter 11

You're reborn into BG3 with only the memory of your past life. Now you're Tav's companion on his journey, and must learn about yourself as much as your new reality.

Chapter 11: It's time to visit Auntie Ethel and thank her for helping you out with your hand. It's only polite. Hangovers, redcaps and monster hunters won't stop Tav from thanking a kind old lady!

Word count: 4.1K

A/N: The word count really got away from me on this one.

The next morning you can’t remember too many specifics about the night.  You have the blurry picture of Karlach laughing, sitting by the water with Wyll, and someone laying in a pool of blood.  You shiver at the incomplete memory.

Despite your hangover you’re chosen to go out with Tav, Astarion, and Wyll to go visit Auntie Ethel.  No amount of protests are able to keep you at camp, because Tav assured you there was no fighting and you were just going to thank a kind old lady for her help!  It’s only polite!

Halsin still had things to clear up at the grove so rather than wait around for him you were volun-told to make the trip.  And since you couldn’t say what Auntie Ethel truly is, nor warn them about the Gur bounty hunter…you went along.

As you walk down the hill beside the blighted village you’re expecting to see the hag on the road with Mayrina’s brothers.  But they’re not there, and neither is the basket of poison apples.

The illusion of a beautiful sunny land isn’t there, either.  Instead you find yourselves in the swamp, the smell of stagnant water and algae strong, as well as blood.  It would be easy to miss, you’re not sure how you can tell the scents apart yourself, but it’s there.

“Not quite what I pictured when she said to visit her teahouse,” Wyll says.  He’s looking at the dilapidated bridge and debris spread around. 

“Seems like a good point to turn around,” Astarion suggests.  “I’d prefer not to get my boots wet.”

“It’s just water.”  Tav starts moving through the deeper water that flows through the swamp before the  broken bridge that leads to the island.   Begrudgingly, the vampire follows.  

Wyll steps into the water and offers you his hand to help you across.  You take it gingerly and step forward, only to be met with solid resistance from what should be liquid.  You both look down, your foot atop the water.

You put more weight on it, adding your other leg and letting go of Wyll’s hand.  “I guess Gale was right about the enchanted boots.”

Walking on water seems excessive for someone from a city like Baldur’s Gate.  But after a couple more careful steps and a few jumps you laughed.   For a brief moment your worries and hangover are gone as you hop around on top of the little creek, fascinated by the murky gap between you and the earth.  You spin in a circle then quickly steady yourself, dizzy, but also because you notice the three men you’re travelling with are grinning at you.

You clear your throat and cross your arms, heading to dry land.   “Sorry, that’s just…cool.”

There’s a certain sparkle in Tav’s eyes that tells you he desperately wants to do the same.   You tell him, “I’ve seen your feet, they won’t fit.”

His sparkle fades at the same time his tail dips towards the ground.

“Braaaaagh.”

The sound makes you flinch.  On the little island are the redcaps, apparently still thinking they’re disguised as sheep.  Two are atop the rocky hill in the middle, while a third wanders near the water.  It makes another strange sound that’s supposed to be a “baaaaah”.

Tav approaches it, squats down, and with complete seriousness lets out a loud, “Baaaaah!”

Wyll hides a snicker behind one hand and that’s when you finally notice it.  He has horns and a red eye.

“You have horns!” you shout thoughtlessly.

“Well, you were properly thrashed last night, weren’t you?” Astarion questions.  “And even this morning?  Or are you just blind?”

“I, uh, sorry Wyll…”  You’re about to ask when Mizora showed up but think better of it.  “What…”

“I wondered why you didn’t ask last night,” Wyll says.  There’s a hint of a laugh in his voice, but the sadness over his change is still there.  “I was tasked with killing Karlach, and since I haven’t, I’ve paid the price.  My patron Mizora…”

You’re given a quick rundown of Mizora visiting him when he was with Lae’zel and Shadowheart.  

At the end of his story you ask, “So last night you had…”

You gesture at his face, and maybe the innocence of the question is what makes him smile.  “I’m afraid so.”

“I am so sorry,” you repeat.  At least you had an excuse for not noticing last night, but you were so used to seeing him in game you didn’t give it a second thought this morning.

“It’s not your fault.  It was my decision.”

“No, I mean—well I’m sorry for that, too—but I’m sorry I didn’t notice.  I’m so selfish, I was moping over nothing while you were—are—in pain.”  You bite down on your thumb nail and try to remember talking to him by the water but it’s so blurry now.  Not only were you moping over imaginary problems, he went out of his way to make you feel better when he had very real, life altering things to deal with.

“I appreciate that,” Wyll tells you. 

“But—“

Wyll holds up a hand.  “I have seen enough to know that you truly didn’t notice.  Not because you were too selfish but because you…”

“Because I…?” you ask. 

Wyll shifts uncomfortably.  

“Because you’re naive,” Astarion says.  “And I say this with love, darling, a little—oblivious.”

“Astarion,” Wyll warns.

“I didn’t say dim this time.”

“Astarion!”

“I am not stupid!” you shout.  The redcap startles, hollow eyes on you. “I just don’t…I don’t know things about…things.”

You frown.  They’re talking about you when you’re not around?  You hadn’t considered that.  Of course they did—they talked about each other, too, so why not you?

“To clarify,” Tav adds, “only Astarion called your dim.”

“You did jump in front of a loaded crossbow for a goblin.”  Astarion arches a brow at you, probably thinking how you had called yourself stupid at the time.

Your frown turns to a pout.  You grumble something about moving on from the subject in hopes of never having to discuss it again.  You begin to walk around the redcap with a wide gap, eyeing it warily.

“Now you’re afraid of sheep?” Astarion asks.

“No,” you reply.  You look at the vampire quizzically.  “But that’s clearly not a sheep.”

The men exchange confused glances.  You’re very tired of getting those looks.  

“It’s a redcap?” you say to them.  “Isn’t it?  I’m pretty sure that’s what they’re called.”

Wyll studies the redcap—or sheep as he sees it—as it moves towards you.  It lets out an awkward sound between a growl and a bray, but when you don’t reply it’s sneer deepens.  There’s a shift in the air, a static shock that stretches around the area in what you can only guess is magic.

“Ohhhh, a redcap,” Tav says.  He takes two steps forward, pulls his right leg back then thrusts it forward to kick at the creature.  His boot connects with its middle and despite the weight of the redcap it soars through the air.  

It goes so far you only hear a distant splash of water.  Astarion claps at the distance.

The other redcaps are not quite as entertained by Tav’s actions.  They screech from the hilltop, one jumping down while the other moves its hands in the air.  Roots tangle around yours and Tav’s legs, locking you in place.  The one now on your level charges towards you only to be sent flying by a red bolt from Wyll—eldritch blast.

Astarion lazily throws his dagger at the one on the hill and when the blade lands in its eye socket the vines around you shrivel and die.  You step out, shaking each leg of any remaining debris.

“So you saw through the illusion,” Wyll states. 

You survey the area, that static ring gone.  All you can offer is a shrug—you passed the perception check you guess.  But you can’t tell them that.

Tav loots the bodies of a small amount of gold and alchemical ingredients while Astarion retrieves his dagger.  Wyll offers theories as to how you were able to see the redcaps, but it all comes back to the enchantment on your clothes.  Whatever protection they gave you from harm could be linked to the fact you haven’t had to clean them yet—they still appear pristine despite the blood and dirt you’ve lain in.  In fact, you haven’t felt the need to even wash the sweat from your skin.  Powerful enchantments indeed.

Tav leads the group forward to Auntie Ethel’s house, all of them a little more suspicious of the old woman now that the swamp is no longer disguised.  After the elation of walking on water you’d forgotten about the Gur waiting around the corner.  As you approach the bottom of the hill he’s waiting on, you grab Astarion’s sleeve between your index finger and thumb.  “Maybe we should wait here.”

“What’s wrong?” Wyll asks.  You don’t let go of Astarion’s sleeve even when he tries to pull away.  You wet your lips, eyes darting between the vampire and the direction of the Gur.  Just a few more steps and he’d be able to see you; he can probably already hear you.  

You tug on the sleeve again.  “Ast—you should stay here.”

He finally yanks out of your grip and smooths the sleeve where you’d been holding.  “And why should I do that?”

Because there’s a hunter around the corner looking for you and he might actually recognize you.  Because things are slightly different than in the video game I remember in my past life where you’re a character and not a person. 

Because I don’t want you to have to remember how you died and that you can’t escape Cazador, not yet anyway.

You can’t find a reasonable answer.  

Astarion huffs out a sigh.  “Is this one of your weird feelings Karlach was going on about?  Am I about to die if I take another step?”

You flinch back.  “What?  No, I just…what are you talking about?”

“You seem to know when death is coming,” Astarion explains.  “The goblin, then Arka—who confessed her suicidal plan in a drunken stupor last night by the way, to her friend right outside my tent.  Ugh, I had to send them away just so I could get some sleep.”

You look at Tav and Wyll, the vague image of Arka laying in a pool of blood coming to mind.  

Astarion adds, “You sniff out death like a bloodhound.”

“I just have a bad feeling,” you finally mumble.  

“It’s okay,” Tav says.  “If anything tries to hurt Astarion I’ll take care of it.”

You smile as he gives you a thumbs up, wishing you could believe him invincible.  

“Let’s go see if we get to kill something, now,” Astarion says excitedly.

“Perhaps some precaution is in order,” Wyll suggests.  “Tav and I will take a look first and signal if it’s safe.  Agreed?”

Astarion rolls his eyes but nods.  “Don’t have all the fun without me.”

Tav and Wyll move ahead and around the corner.  You hear their voices as they speak with the Gur, but can’t make out the words.  Then, Tav’s head appears around a rock and he waves you over.  He’s smiling at least, which probably means he wasn’t told anything about what the man is hunting.

You keep yourself a step ahead of Astarion as you follow Tav.  Once at the top of the hill the Gur hunter nods to you as greeting.

“He’s a monster hunter,” Wyll says to you.  Like that is going to somehow comfort you, even if you didn’t know what you know.  

Astarion questions what terrible creature he’s hunting and the scene is triggered.  You gulp as the Gur says he’s hunting a vampire spawn named Astarion, and you can’t help but notice the look Wyll sends you.  It’s a mix of apologetic, confusion, and concern.  Concern for you or Astarion, you aren’t sure.

The hunter mentions he needs Astarion alive. 

“Well here he is,” Tav says, waving a hand at the vampire beside you.  “This is Astarion.”

“What?”  You and Astarion shout the word at the same time, gawking at Tav.  You step to the left and in front of Astarion.

“What are you doing?” you question.  

“Yes,” Astarion agrees, “what in the hells do you think you’re doing?”

“It can’t be…?” the Gur says.

“But he is looking for you,” Tav says innocently.  “And he wants you alive.”

“That doesn’t make it better!” you shout.  You grip your staff with both hands, ready to hit someone—and that someone might be Tav.  

Your fury at the tiefling in that moment almost overshadows the phantom limb as it reaches out into the swamp behind you.  Almost.  Something…twitches.  It’s not you, nor that strange feeling in your head, but something moves.  You can feel it, slow at first but getting faster as feet drag through mud.  You feel grimy water on your skin, the need to follow orders—your orders.  It’s not you feeling this, someone else is, not unlike the connection the tadpole gave you.  

The Gur pulls his crossbow from his back and tries to aim at you, or Astarion behind you, but he isn’t given the chance when something launches over your head and onto him.  He screams as the creature bites his jugular, blood squirting—squirting!!—from the wound.  You shout and jump back only to collide with Astarion.  He sets his hands on your arms to balance you, and then pushes you out of the way as he watches the Gur get killed by—

“Didn’t we kill those little things?” Astarion asks, pointing at the redcap that tears into the hunter's body.  It’s moved on from his neck, now clawing at his stomach.  You watch on, eyes wide and unblinking, breath held in your chest.  Another redcap, this one missing an eye, hobbles past you and joins his companion. 

“We did,” Wyll confirms. 

You’re holding your staff in front of you, still ready to whack someone until the Gur stops struggling.  You let out the breath you were holding.  When you finally blink you see that the eyes on your staff are glowing a lovely violet.

The redcaps grunt, facing you now that their task is complete.  Your eyes dart between the staff and them, and back again.  “Please tell me I didn’t do that.”

“I think you may have,” Wyll says.  “And it seems you may be a necromancer of some sort; you didn’t even need to utter a word to bring the redcaps here and do your bidding.”

“That,” you say, pointing to the corpse, “is not my bidding.”

But you can’t deny that you feel a string of connection to the redcaps now—puppet strings.  Your strings, using them like marionettes. And you can’t deny the way the redcaps watch you like they’re waiting for your next command.  You want to drop the staff, but your body won’t listen.  Because it has to be the staff, right?  It’s cursed or enchanted to let you raise the dead!  Finally you let go of the wood and let it fall to the ground with a clatter.

But the redcaps stare on. 

“It’s okay.”  Wyll tries to comfort you but you’re having none of it.

“No, it’s not okay!” you yell.  You point at the body again.  “I just killed that guy!”

“And for Astarion, no less,” Tav chimes in.  His voice brings you back, somewhat grounding you from your hysteria.

“And you!”  You point to the tiefling.  He flinches back at your fury, having the gall to look innocent with his wide eyes and tail tucked.  “Why did you tell him about Astarion?”

Tav doesn’t get to answer when one of the redcaps launches itself at him.  He’s quicker to react than the Gur and grabs it before it can claw or bite out his throat, and uses the momentum to swing around and throw it about as far as he kicked the first one. 

You picture a string between you and the redcaps, and then a pair of scissors snipping them away.  There’s a moment of hesitation in the remaining redcap, but it soon falls over.  Dead, again.

You sniffle, holding back the burning tears that begin to line your lower lashes.  “He was going to hurt Astarion.”

Maybe Tav had a plan and that was why he told the truth.  Or maybe he just can’t help but be honest, thinking he could bargain with the Gur into leaving Astarion alone.  But you can’t wrap your head around it.  And rather than focusing on the glowing eyes of the staff, that have now faded, the fact you just killed a man with two undead redcaps, you focus on your anger at Tav.  It’s so much easier to be angry than sad.

You step towards him, pull back your foot, and kick him in the shins with all your might.  He has leather boots on, and he’s a barbarian, so he probably doesn’t feel it much, but you kick him again. 

He hops away on one foot, grabbing at his minor injury.  “I’m sorry!”

“He was gonna take Astarion!” you shout. You step towards him only to feel two hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place.  

“Perhaps this argument can wait,” Wyll says.  He doesn’t let you go when he looks at Astarion.  “Why did he want to capture you, not kill you?  He said it was a sacred duty from his people—that’s no small task to be given.”

You shrug Wyll off and cross your arms, facing away from Tav.  Tears slip down your cheeks  as you regain control of your breathing.  You rub at your face with one sleeve.

“How should I know?” Astarion asks.  He’s putting on a front, you think.  “He was most likely sent by my old master, Cazador, to bring me back to Baldur’s Gate.”

They discuss the possibilities—why a Gur was sent, what Cazador would want with him rather than just kill him.  You keep your arms crossed, determined to hang onto the anger as fear creeps along the edge of your senses.

“Weren’t we here to thank a little old lady or something?” Astarion questions, hurriedly changing the subject.  “Perhaps we should move on, before any more hunters show up?”

You are more than happy to get away from the corpse, but the closer you get to Ethel’s the more your anger ebbs away and is replaced by fear.  There are so many things that contribute to that fear, so you hold onto the fury as tightly as possible and refuse to even look Tav in the eye, despite his many attempts at getting your attention.  He flits around you, begging you to say anything to him, sic another redcap on him even, but you’ve quickly come to realize that the silent treatment is the best punishment.

That anger takes you all the way to Ethel’s door, where Wyll knocks before entering.

Though the tea house is a little decrepit and sitting in the middle of a swamp, it doesn’t smell like it.  There’s a scent of a spicy tea in the air, and when you enter you find Ethel sitting where Mayrina is in game, sipping on a cup. 

“Petal!” she says, a smile crossing her features when she sees who’s visiting.  “I was worried you might not find the place.”

Ethel stands and approaches the bottom of the stairs, waving the group farther inside.  “Come in, come, would you like some tea?”

You do your best to hide the fear that creeps along your spine.  In the game Ethel could be a difficult battle, but that was only triggered based on the actions against Mayrina and her brothers.  With none of them there you couldn’t predict how things would go. 

From the corner of your eye you can see Astarion watching you.  He doesn’t stray too far from the group, but he’s never more than a foot away from you.  Maybe killing his hunter endeared him to you?  You should have gotten a few Astarion Approves from letting him drink your blood alone.

While your eyes had wandered around the tea house Ethel and Tav had begun their conversation.  He was also only a foot in front of you, and when you came back into the conversation Ethel was offering her deal. 

“That sounds like a poor deal,” Tav says.  He thrusts his thumb over his shoulder towards you.  “Apparently they can fall out after getting hit in the head hard enough.”

“I don’t think that’s what happened,” Wyll says.  He steps a little closer to you.  You’re starting to feel claustrophobic with all of them keeping so close to you so you take a step back.  

Ethel eyes the men and then you.  There’s recognition in her features but it doesn’t feel quite the same as when Raphael had stared you down.  “Your god must really love you to get rid of that little wriggler.”

You perk up, maybe too much and give away your eagerness.  “My god?”

Wyll casts a warning glance in your direction.  Don’t act desperate, it reads.  You wet your lips.  “How do you know it was my god and it didn’t just die?”

Ethel laughs.  “Let’s just say you’ve got a glow about you.  You all do.  You Chosen.”

The air freezes.  Everything slows…slows…stops.

Necromancer.  

Chosen.  

Control over the dead.  

Necromancer-Chosen-dead three-Myrkul-

You whirl on your heel, fall to your knees, and throw up the fruit that had been forced on you earlier.  You manage to get it into a nearby basket, but the purge doesn’t stop your stomach from turning.  Those words—chosen, dead three, necromancer—keep swirling in your mind.  You hiccup and release more into the basket.  

You tremble.  You’d never thrown up from fear before.  Motion sickness, sure, flue, totally.  But fear?  The shaking doesn’t stop, nor does the urge to keep vomiting.  All you can do is sit there on your knees, breathing heavily as the small dot that is your vision spins round and round and round.

Your head starts shaking.  “No, I’m not—I’m nothing.  Nobody!  I don’t matter.  I’m—”

You can’t be anyone connected to the main plot.  No.  You can’t be one of the dead three or a chosen, because you did have a worm in your brain for a while, and you were on the ship and—and—

“Take a breath,” Wyll says.  He kneels beside you, hands out and ready to wrap around you but only hovering above your jacket.

“I’m not…”

“Just take a breath,” he repeats.  “We don’t know anything for sure.”

He seems so sure, you think.  So solid, just like last night at the party.  How he can be so certain of anything right now is beyond you, and you know what’s coming.

You do as he instructs, your next few breaths are shaky but calming.  You wipe at your mouth with your sleeve, watching as the spittle soaks into the fabric then disappears completely.  “I need to—go somewhere.  Not be…here.”

You stand quickly, ignoring Tav as he calls to you.  You’re on the front porch when you feel something wrap around your ankle and nearly topple you forward.  You come to a stop and turn.  Tav’s tail is wrapped around your ankle and even when you stop it doesn’t loosen. 

“Please, wait.”  

You try to take a step forward but his grip is too strong.  “I need to go.”

“I’ll go with you.”  His tail tightens, desperate to keep you there. It pulls, trying to bring you closer to him even though it’s barely two feet between you.

“I want to be alone.”

“I’ll…I’ll be quiet.”  Gods, he’s giving you that look that makes it feel like you just kicked a puppy.  As much as you try to stay mad it’s fading into nothing but anxiety and fear, and a desperate desire to let him comfort you.  But you need to think, somewhere without distractions and far away from a literal hag.  Even if she hasn’t shown her true form.

“Tav,” you begin, pleading just as he is.  You look at him.  Really look at him.  You take in the black scleras that surround the dark blue of his eyes, the beginnings of wrinkles around his mouth from where he’s always smiling, the slight indent of crow’s feet at the corner of his eyes.   His white-gray hair shifts with the breeze, but his horns stop anything from getting into his eyes.  You wish it would cover his eyes–they’re far too teary for the light-hearted man.

Wyll sets a hand on Tav’s shoulder.  “Let go, Tav.  It’ll be fine.”

The tieflings lips press together, his tail unmoving.

“Tav.”  Wyll isn’t making a suggestion.  With one last desperate look at you Tav finally releases his hold on your ankle.  

You take the steps down into the dirt.  “I’m just going back to camp.  I’ll…see you there.”

Tav opens his mouth then thinks better of it.  Whatever he was going to ask goes unspoken.  Most likely another plea to get you to stay, or to allow him to follow.  

You turn and start walking through the swamp. 

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I HAD A THOUGHT. POSSIBLY EVEN A THEORY.

or im just late as hell to the party

Spoiler Warning for Episode 7 of Murder Drones Below

ALRIGHT! Now I KNOW this shit is going to sound kinda crazy but STICK WITH ME HERE PLEASE-

I was just wondering around YouTube and I got this video made by @sutekh94 (sorry if you didn’t wanna be pinged Sutekh, if you’d like i can take the @ out) suggested to me. I watched it cause I like to see what other people say about the cringy media I consume rapidly.

At one point in the video, Sutekh is talking about the end shot of Uzi being in sppaaaaace saying that she was “shot into Copper-9s orbit”. I paused the video and looked at the clip on screen which was this BEAUTIFUL scene. Absolutely stunning.

Now at the end of the new episode I had a brain thought that this could be an outside shot of Copper-9, but then I found that too odd. However, seeing someone else say it has me looking into stuff. So I went through all the times we’ve seen Copper-9 within the series and found that yes, this very much is Copper-9 and Uzi stuck on its orbit:

highlighted circle is of the Little Rock’s orbiting Copper-9 that bump into Uzi

We can see the rock orbits, the space between Copper-9 and the (possible) moons it has. The Saturn moon being close up in the first angle we see from the first episode, but it being far away in the newest episode. This shows the distance and that despite being seen as farther away now, the Saturn moon is still the one we see so commonly in MD during the night.

But I was confused why it was like this? Why would it lead to the planets orbit? I understand the planet has a massive hole in it, but still it seemed like an odd occurrence.

Now- this is where I start sounding like I should never be let outside in public spaces-

Before we see this final scene of Uzi in spaaaacee, we watch The Solver/Fleshaa/Cyn go down that exact same hole saying: “honestly, I’m starving.”

It also references eating earlier on in the episode when talking to N: “Let’s eat.”

The Solver/Fleshaa/Cyn came to Copper-9 to initially get rid of other solver users that it knew of (Uzi and Doll), as well as find the cross with the patched code in it. First it destroyed all possible evidence involving the solver and the patch (scene where it explodes the computers and lockers in episode 7).

Secondly, it goes after Doll. Doll was against the Solver because she refused for it to use her to “eat the planet”, to which Flesha says, “not sure it needs you buddy”, then killing her.

Next it went for Uzi. It was originally going to kill Uzi acting as Tessa, however when N decapitated her that was no longer an option. Instead, it shifted into using Uzis body. At this point, she also has acquired the cross thanks to N. It goes ahead and destroys that too, checking another box off the list.

The Solver then went to kill N but was stopped by Nori, causing there to be a new target added to its hit list. In the fight with Nori and N, the Solver shows little respect for Uzis body. On multiple occasions it try’s to get Uzi killed. It knew N would try to stop this from happening, but even if he didn’t save Uzi, that would still be a win for the Solver.

It then try’s to eat Nori, wanting to get rid of her as quickly as possible since she poses the most threat to its plan. It’s interpreted by N and then loses control over Uzi. However, Uzi then proceeded to PUNT her mom down the flesh hole, resulting in Nori to be checked off the hit list as well since she would be assumed to be dead.

With Nori, Doll and the cross/patch gone and Uzi no longer under its control, the Solver retreats back into its Flesha form, surprise attacking N and Uzi. I would assume that the Solver doesn’t perceive either of these traumatized goobers to be a threat, seeing as it try’s to kill the pair but ultimately fails.

With all other players out of the field, The Solver no longer has anyone it deems as a threat. Dropping down the hole in victory and into Copper-9s orbit.

The Solver as we have seen eats oil, drone cores and human flesh and blood. With all human life (possibly) being wiped out entirely by being eaten, the Solver is starving. The next best option: drones.

Copper-9s current residents are only drones. Specifically worker drones who have no weaponry or Solver powers. The drones have governance over themselves (aka, sentient), so the Solver can’t just brainwash or order them into being eaten. So it plans to do it in one big final swoop.

It has been said on multiple occasions throughout the show: eating the planet, eating worlds, etc. but i (personally) never thought of that being an actual possibility. With the Solver/Flesha/Cyn in the orbit of Copper-9 and all possible obstacles taken care of, it is free to gorge itself on the drone inhabited planet, finally satisfying its endless hunger.

I would think it would do this by creating a NULL void, as the endless void/black hole can be acquainted with the idea of a always starving being. Something that can never be full. Never satisfied. We see this with earth and the core of Copper-9. We can also see this in the other times we have seen the NULL void appearing: a flash back in episode 4, killing the Sentinels in episode 6, it being in the sky in episode 7 during the murder drone apocalypse and probably a bunch of other times I didn’t write down.

The Solver didn’t get to fully eat Copper-9 all those decades ago, but now it’s come to finish its meal.

If this has already been a known thing and im joining in late, i profusely apologize for wasting both your time and my own.

As for a motive for The Solver doing this: to eat. It isn’t fighting for the freedom of drone kind or fighting against humanity because of the way they treated the AI they created, but rather uses drones as vessels and a food source. Often, Eldritch beings have little reason to care for anything. They do what they please and it’s horrifying because there is absolutely no way to deter this force or even try to talk it down. It’s above emotion and morality. It is all that matters and those beneath are seen as nothing but insignificant animals to yield to its power. It doesn’t want to dominate or rule a universe, it just wants to consume it.

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Big thanks to @quickbeam2727 for helping with the fic!!

Word Count: 8033

CW: Mentions of throwing up but nothing happens, general Fairy Tail violence, kidnapping (vulcan taking Lucy)

Chapter Summery: Lucy’s dream comes true when Natsu, (Y/N), Happy, and Lumi take her to their headquarters in Magnolia to meet the rowdy members of Fairy Tail. For her first job, Lucy braves Mt. Hakobe with her new friends to find a missing wizard.

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Episode 2: Fire Dragon, Monkey, and Bull

The Magic Council is having a meeting regarding Fairy Tail, and all the mischief they have caused. There are nine members, all standing on their own magic circles on a much larger magic circle.

“Those idiots from fairy tail have gone and done it again! This time they destroyed an entire port!” Council member #1 says.

“What is the matter with them?” Council member #2 states with disdain.

“I’m actually quite fond of those dimwits and their laissez-faire attitude.” Council member #3 says with amusement.

“Hmm. They may behave like fools,” says council member #4 “but we mustn’t forget they are also an extremely capable lot.”

“Yes, that��s true. They present quite the quandary.” Council member #5 states.

“I think we should just leave them be.” Council member #3 says, “After all, if it wasn’t for those fools, think how boring this world would be.”

~ Somewhere else ~

Natsu, Happy, (Y/N), and Lumi arrive with Lucy to Fairy Tail. The fire mage has his fists on his hips and looking quite proud of his guild as he looks up. (Y/N) can be seen standing next to him, holding Lumi to her chest, looking up at the guild sign with the same amount of fondness Natsu shows. Lucy is carrying her suitcase behind her and has an ecstatic look as she stares up at the Fairy Tail building. Happy is standing behind the group in the middle.

“Welcome to Fairy Tail!” Says Happy excitedly. 

Lucy giggles with joy, Natsu then kicks the door open with a seemingly furious look on his face. (Y/N), Lumi, and Happy are behind him with a look of amusement on their faces. 

“WE MADE IT BACK ALIVE!” Shouts Natsu as he kicks in the door.

“WE’RE HOME!” Happy yells excitedly with him.

Many members of Fairy Tail are seen in the guild hall sitting at various tables and visiting with one another. A few turn and smile, greeting Natsu and (Y/N) at their arrival. Lucy enters, smiling widely at the site of the guild hall. 

“So I heard you went all out in Hargeon, Natsu. Had to go starting trou–” The guild member starts saying to Natsu, before he’s cut off with a kick to the face from the latter.

“AAH!” Shouts Natsu as he delivers a kick to the member seemingly out of nowhere.

“Why did you do that?!” Lucy puts her hands up in distress with a frightened look on her face. (Y/N), standing next to Lucy while Lumi hovers next to the Ice Dragon Slayer, is not as surprised that Natsu does this.

“You lied about that Salamander! I’m gonna kick your butt!” Natsu says to the member, raising his fist at him angrily.

“Don’t get mad at me. I’m not the one to blame here.” The kicked member responds “I’m just passing along a rumor I heard!” He shouts back.

“IT WAS JUST A RUMOR?!” Natsu asks angrily.

“YOU WANT TO FIGHT?!” The member asks Natsu equally as angry.

“LET’S GO!” Natsu shouts at him as tables and guild members start flying through the air.

“Now now, Natsu, I think you need to calm down–!” Happy says, shaking his paw up and down with a smug look on his face as an attempt to de-escalate the situation, before he’s thrown into the fray. The whole guild can be seen  in a fight now, people getting thrown every which way, some landing on eachother.

‘Oh, wow! I’m actually standing inside the Fairy Tail Guild Hall.’ Lucy is in awe of where she is. (Y/N) and Lumi smile fondly at Lucy’s excitement.

“So Natsu and (Y/N) finally made it back, huh?” A boy turns around in Natsu’s direction, shirtless and pantless, just in his underwear, he has an angry expression on his face as he grits his teeth. He has spiky black-colored hair and dark blue eyes, he's wearing a necklace, which resembles a sword with a stone in it, and very long, knee length underwear.

“This is Gray Fulbuster. A very talented wizard, but he tends to– well, he has a bad habit of taking off his clothes.” The Narrator introduces Gray.

Gray walks slowly toward the fight. A woman can be seen drinking wine from a champagne glass, observing the chaos that's been unfolding. She seems mostly unbothered by the current state of the guild, just slightly irritated. She has mid-back length medium brown hair, and large dark brown eyes. She's wearing a light blue bikini top, a pair of capri pants, with two bands hanging from each leg and a light belt covered in heart motifs loosely tied around the waist. Her shoes consist of a pair of high-heeled sandals. She also had a pair of metal bracelets adorning her biceps and three silver bracelets on both wrists.

“It’s time we settled things once and for all.” Gray states, angrily marching towards the fight.

“Gray, your clothes?” The woman reminds said boy of his missing clothing situation. He half-heartedly directs his anger towards the woman.

“I don’t have time for that!” The ice mage shouts at her.

“This lovely lady is Cana Alberona. She holds the title of Fairy Tail’s Heaviest drinker.”  The Narrator continues his introduction.

“You see? I don’t date the men here because they have no class.” Cana can be seen drinking directly from a barrel, much to the shock of Lucy. 

“Come here and fight me, Natsu!” Gray shouts kicking someone behind Natsu. As he’s still fighting the man who told him the rumor, grabbing his arm and his face. 

“Not until you put some clothes on!” Natsu shouts back.

“It’s only noon and you boys are already whining like spoiled babies.” A large, muscular man approaches Lucy and (Y/N), crossing his arms. He has white hair styled upwards in long, spikes, his dark eyes possess no visible eyebrows and his rectangular, elongated face has a stitched scar running down its right side, crossing his right eye. He's wearing a dark blue jacket, held closed on the front by a line of large buttons, with similar buttons on the sleeves’ back and the zip located on the high collar left open. The back of his jacket is adorned by large, light kanjis, which read “No. 1". He has loose pants that match his jacket, held up by a simple belt, and traditional Japanese geta sandals.

“This brute of a man is Elfman, a muscle-bound wizard who believes that all you need to solve any problem are two strong fists.” The Narrator continues.

“I'm a real man. You want me to prove it to ya!” Elfman shouts to Natsu and Gray, stomping towards the two.

“I can’t believe he’s encouraging them.” Lucy sweat drops, muttering to herself.

“Don’t worry Lucy, he’s normally like that.” (Y/N) reassures her, looking in the blondes direction, an easy going smile on her face at the chaos going on.

Natsu and Gray both simultaneously punch Elfman, sending him flying in the air. 

‘They knocked him out that easily?!’ Lucy thinks to herself, shocked at the display. Giggling can be heard behind Lucy and (Y/N) as they turn towards it.

“Jeez, it’s so noisy around here, huh?” Another man sits behind the two on a bench against the wall with two women sitting in his lap, his arms resting on their waists. His hair is kept in a mildly short, spiky cut, with spiky strands covering his forehead, and other, longer ones jutting upwards from the top of his head. His left ear is adorned by three earrings: a stud and two rings, a green coat with a wide collar, complete with prominent, spiky, brownish-white fur trimming lining the hood, over a light red shirt covered in many flower-like motifs, black pants and whitish sneakers, each adorned by a pair of light green stripes.

“This is the lady-killer, Loke. Ranked high on the Most Eligible Wizard Bachelor’s list.” As the narrator finishes introducing Loke, he’s hit in the forehead with a glass cup. 

“Are you all right?” The one of the girls he was flirting with asks him, concerned. 

“I’m gonna go fight, only to protect you two.” He woos the girls as he joins the fight. 

“Good luck, Loke.” Both say simultaneously.

“He’s definitely off my list…” Lucy crosses a picture of him out. “What the heck is wrong with these people? There’s not one sane person in the whole place.” As she says this, there are many guild members fighting. “No offence (Y/N).” 

“None taken, don’t worry.” (Y/N) chuckles at Lucy’s bewilderment as Lumi has a small smile on her face. 

“Hello! Are you new here? And (Y/N)! I see you and Natsu are back, how’d looking for Salamander go?” A voice asks behind the two. As she and (Y/N) turn, Lucy recognizes who it is.

“It’s Mirajane in the flesh!” Lucy gushes, she has her hands on her cheeks and hearts in her eyes. Mira closes her eyes and smiles at her as she holds a tray with drinks on it as Lucy fangirls about her.

Mira has long, white hair which curls slightly at the ends, with two bangs framing her face and reaching down to her chest; her hairstyle's most distinctive trait is a short, upward ponytail obtained by gathering and tying the hair covering her forehead and she has large blue eyes. She's wearing a sleeveless, ankle-length maroon dress with a pleated skirt. The chest is adorned by a large, pink bow, and similarly colored trimmings frame the neckline, acting as straps, and circle around the waist. Mirajane also wears high-heeled shoes that match her dress, and accessorizes with a small chain necklace with a blue oval gem attached to it, and a bracelet made of white flowers circling her right wrist.

“Hey Mira!” (Y/N) greets her favourite barmaid, as she smiles at her. "It was okay, it definitely wasn’t who we were looking for though.” (Y/N) responds a bit dejected, shrugging at Mira.

“This is Mirajane. A beautiful wizard who’s known for her bikini-clad photo spreads in Sorcerer Weekly magazine. She is currently an employee at fairy tail.” The Narrator explains.

“Um, don’t you think we should try to stop them or something?” Lucy asks, one hand to her mouth the other pointing at the fight with a concerned look.

“It’s always like this around here. I just leave them alone. Besides–” Mira gets cut off as Elfman gets flung into her to the shock of Lucy and (Y/N). “It’s kinda fun don’t you think?” She finishes as she passes out under an unconscious Elfman.

“AHH! DON’T DIE, MIRAJANE” Lucy screams as she flails her arms in bewilderment. She’s hit by Gray's body, as he’s thrown by Natsu. As she’s hit by his body, (Y/N), startled by what’s happening, moves to the side to avoid getting knocked over as well. Lucy’s shocked to see Natsu take Gray's underwear, leaving him entirely naked.

“GIVE ME BACK MY UNDERWEAR, JERK!” Gray shouts at Natsu. Lucy screams at Gray's nakedness, blushing as she covers her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers, (Y/N) and Lumi copy the blonde's actions (excluding the screaming) as he turns to Lucy and (Y/N), addressing the former. “Excuse me, miss, could I please borrow your underwear?” Gray asks as if it’s completely normal to ask for a girl's underwear. 

“AS IF?!” Lucy hits him with a table leg, (Y/N) looks at her with surprise, her eyes wide and a small open mouthed smile on her face. Loke then suddenly picks Lucy up in a bridal carry, as she looks deeply disturbed, while (Y/N) and Lumi have disapproving expressions on their faces at Loke's actions. (Y/N) has her hands on her hips, the grey cat copying her actions.

“These guys are all so insensitive. A woman has needs–” Loke suddenly gets cut off as he’s uppercutted by Elfman, sending him flying. (Y/N), startled once again, takes a step back to avoid the commotion while Lumi covers her ears at the loud sounds happening all at once, an upset look on her face.

“REAL MEN SPEAK WITH THEIR FISTS, LOKE!” Elfman shouts, Natsu then kicks him away. 

“I told you to butt out!” Natsu yells at him as he kicks Elfman. 

“Aye…” Happy weakly mutters out.

Cana, still sitting at the bar with her back turned to the chaos that's been unfolding, looks irritated as she attempts to drink in peace. “It’s so loud. So much for having a drink to relax. That’s enough, you guys. I suggest that you knock it off.” She pulls out a tarot card and activates a teal magic circle.

“Oh yeah? Says who?” Gray taunts, his fist in his palm, summoning a light blue magic circle as well. Elfman shouts as he also makes a purple magic circle, transforming his right arm into a rock arm. 

"You punks can be such a nuisance." Loke states, using a magic ring that summons a green magic circle. 

"I'm ready for ya!" Natsu’s fists are on fire, as he prepares for further fighting. 

"They always fight like this?" Lucy asks while holding Happy in front of her head like a shield. (Y/N) now back to standing next to Lucy, as the Dragon Slayer pets Lumi's head to calm the grey cat, looks at the Celestial Wizard in amusement.

"Uh-huh." Happy confirms while smiling. 

"You don't seem worried!" Lucy says while sweating profusely.

"WOULD YOU FOOLS STOP BICKERING LIKE CHILDREN?!" The Guild Master suddenly appears, towering over the guild hall and all its members.

"He's huge!" Lucy says bewildered, (Y/N) can be seen snickering to her right. Lucy’s eyes and mouth are open in shock and horror at the size of the Guild Master before everyone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were still here, Master." Mira states.

"Did you say Master?!" Lucy says startled as she turns towards him. 

"Man, talk about a bunch of babies! Looks like I won this round, you guys!" Natsu has his fists on his hips and laughs, as everyone stops fighting with each other. As he laughs, Makarov steps on him causing (Y/N) to grimace and Lucy to make a noise in fear. 

"Well, seems we've a new recruit." Makarov notices Lucy, startling the blonde.

"Yes, sir!" Lucy squeaks out. He retracts to his normal size to the astonishment of Lucy as she stares dumbstruck. Makarov raises his hand to greet Lucy. He is an extremely short, elderly man. He has black eyes and is growing bald with only the outer rims of his head containing white hair, he also has a thick white mustache. He's wearing an orange sweater with drawstrings and matching pants, he has a white shirt with a black Fairy Tail emblem in the middle. He has an orange and light blue "jester-like" hat, his shoes are pointy and brown.

"Nice to meet ya!" He says in a joyful tone to Lucy, smiling at her and (Y/N). 

"He's tiny! This little guy's really in charge here?" She sounds astonished at the Guild Master's appearance.

"Lucy, don't be rude." (Y/N) says jokingly with a slight smirk on her face looking at her, still petting Lumi as the grey cat hovers beside her.

"Of course he is! Allow me to introduce the Fairy Tail Guild Master, Makarov." Mira introduces Master Makarov to Lucy. After introductions, he turns and leaps to the second floor overlooking the guild common area. He hits his back on the railing and ends up on his back and groans in pain for a moment before getting up to his feet, standing on the railing. 

He clears his throat and begins to lecture the guild, as everyone looks at him with a bit of guilt.

“You’ve gone and done it again, you bunch of clods. Just take a look at how much paper work the Magic Council sent me this time,” He raises his hand to show a stack of papers and continues, “This is the biggest pile of complaints yet." 

"Remember the magic council? Well, they monitor all of the different wizard guilds." the Narrator explains.

"Have you lost your minds?! All you kids are good for is getting higher-ups mad at me!" The crowd murmurs to each other at this, looking guilty. (Y/N) holds her left bicep, as she and Lumi look down slightly in regret, while Lucy looks at the Guild Master in concern for the guild. Makarov exhales and continues, “However… I say to heck with the Magic Council.” He says before setting the stack of papers on fire, and throws them down into the crowd. Natsu jumps up and catches the stack of flaming papers and begins eating it as Lucy looks on in awe.

“Now listen up. Any power that surpasses reason still comes from reason, right? Magic isn’t some kind of miraculous power. It is a talent that only works when the flow of energy inside of us and the flow of energy in the natural world are in perfect synchronization. To perform magic, one must have a strong mind and the ability to focus. It should take over your being and come pouring out of your soul. If all we do worry about following rules, then our magic will never progress. Don’t let those blowards on the council scare. Follow the path you believe in. ‘Cause that’s what makes the Fairy Tail guild number one!”

He points his fist in the air with his index finger and thumb extended, the other guild members copy this action, cheering with each other.

~ Short Timeskip ~

"There. Now you're an official member of the Fairy Tail guild." Lucy gasps and squeals as she gets her guild mark, which is on the back of her right hand. She stares at it in wondrous joy as Mirajane welcomes her to the guild. 

"Hey Natsu, (Y/N), look. Mirajane just put the official Fairy Tail mark on my hand!" Lucy excitedly shows the two that she is now a member of the guild.

 "Oh yeah? That's cool. Welcome to the guild, Loony." Natsu looks uninterested with his back turned to her, at the request board, (Y/N) standing to his left, seemingly more interested than he is, turns her head to look at the Celestial Wizard.

"The name's Lucy!" Unimpressed by Natsu’s lack of enthusiasm, she yells to correct him. 

"That's great Lucy! Really proud of you!" She smiles at her, her hands behind her back with Lumi standing on the ground, clinging to her leg shyly. She then turns back to looking at the request board.

"This is the request board. The wizards can pick from any of the jobs listed on the board. Each presents a unique challenge, and a different pay rate." Explains the Narrator.

"Make sure you pick one with a big reward, Natsu!" Happy reminds Natsu, standing to his right.

"Whoa, 160,000 jewel to get rid of some thieves?" Natsu picks a job from the request board, excited at not only the reward, but to also get started on the job. (Y/N) seems equally as excited, peaking over his left shoulder, both hands resting on said shoulder at the piece of paper.

"Sounds good to me!" Happy sounds just as excited as Natsu and (Y/N).

"How come my dad hasn't come back yet?" Romeo, a young black haired boy, concerned that his father has not returned home, asks Makorov, who is drinking on the counter at the bar.

"You're starting to get on my nerves, Romeo. You're a wizard's son. Have faith in your father and wait patiently for him." Makarov scolds Romeo.

"But sir, he told me he'd be back in three days. And he's been gone for over a week now!"

"If I remember correctly, he took the job on Mt. Hakobe." Makarov off-handedly comments.

"That's right. And it's not that far from here, so why won't somebody go look for him?!"

"Listen, kid, your old man's a wizard. And like every other wizard in this guild, he can take care of himself. Now go home, and have some milk and cookies, and wait!" As he continues to drink and shout at Romeo, Natsu and (Y/N) look on solemnly as Makarov reprimands the young child. Mirajane drys a plate looking disheartened as Lucy looks saddened at the scene.

"JERK! I HATE YOU ALL!" Romeo has had enough of Makorov and punches him in the nose and runs away, out of the guild, crying. 

"That's gotta be tough." Lucy says, saddened at the display.

"I know it sounds like the master doesn't care, but he really is worried." Mira explains to Lucy, sympathizing with Romeo.

Natsu punches the job board, leaving a crack in it as he walks away. 

"What do you think you're doing?! You almost broke the board, Natsu." Nab exclaims to the fire wizard.

Makarov sighs as Natsu and Happy walk out of the guild hall, (Y/N) and Lumi trailing after them, as both Dragon Slayers carry their bags with them.

"This doesn't look good, Master. You know how they can be. I bet they're going up to Mt. Hakobe to save Macao." Nab says concerned to Makarov.

"When are those kids gonna grow up?" Says the one Natsu punched when he entered the guild with Lucy and the others.

"Who knows? Going after Macao isn't going to do anything except hurt his pride." Nab replies.

"Remember Nab, we can't choose another's path. Just leave them be." Makarov says self-opinionated.

"Why did Natsu and (Y/N) get so upset?" Lucy asks concerned for the two after Natsu's outburst as she looks in the direction they went.

"Probably because those two and Romeo have a lot in common. I think they see themselves in Romeo. Just because we're members of Fairy Tail, it doesn't mean we have our own personal issues. We've all had our fair share of suffering and loss." Mira explains solemnly to Lucy as she continues to wash dishes.

~ Timeskip ~

"Why'd you come with us?" Natsu groans out to Lucy.

He's lying on his stomach on the bench in the carriage they're riding in. Lucy and (Y/N) are sitting opposite him, although (Y/N) is leaning on Lucy in the same condition as Natsu, as Happy and Lumi sit on the floor.

"I thought maybe I could help. Wow, you guys really do have a serious case of motion sickness, don't you? It's just another reason to feel sorry for you." She says in a presuming tone as she puts her hands to her face in false sympathy.

 "What's that supposed to mean?!" Natsu groans out, almost offended at the implication.

"Oh, nothing! Forget I said anything." She says flustered, when she suddenly has a somber expression recalling something Mira told her.

~ Flashback ~

"Many years ago Natsu's father and (Y/N)'s mother left and never came back. Well, technically they weren't their real father and mother, but the ones who raised them. They were actually dragons." Lucy pictures two dragons and gasps in alarm at the thought.

"THEY WERE A WHAT?!" She yells out in fright. "They were really raised by dragons?" She continues her question as Mira nods in confirmation.

"When he was a little boy, a dragon found him in the forest. He took him in and taught him about language, culture and magic. But one day, the dragon disappeared and never returned. The same goes for (Y/N)." Mira continues her explanation for Natsu and (Y/N)'s reaction. 

"So those dragons must have been Igneel and Nivalis." Lucy says in realization. 

"That's right." Mira confirms for Lucy.

"They both live for the day when they finally see Igneel and Nivalis again. It's kind of cute, don't you think?" She giggles softly in a fond manner at the thought of the two.

~ Present ~

The carriage suddenly stops, as Natsu and (Y/N) perk up at the abrupt stop.

"I guess we're there." Lucy states.

"ALL RIGHT! WE'RE STOPPED MOVING!" He and Happy laugh and dance merrily at the stopped carriage as the former has fire coming from his mouth. (Y/N) sits up from her slumped position, glad at the halted carriage, although she and Lumi have more decorum than the other two. (Y/N) smiles warmly at their (mostly Natsu's) reaction.

"I'm sorry, but this is as far as I can get you." As the driver reveals this he opens the doors to show they've arrived at a vast, snow covered mountain range. Strong winds blow ice and snow across the land as dark clouds cover the sky. 

Lucy sits down in the opening, looking around as she gets out, (Y/N) sits between her and Natsu, holding onto Lumi, ready as well. Lucy looks out at the frozen wasteland they arrived at. Natsu stands to the girls' left, observing the landscape. Happy is holding on to the door, trying not to get blown away in the wind. 

"WHOA!" Happy exclaims as he clings to the open door.

"Where the heck are we, Natsu?! It's a frozen wasteland!" Shouts Lucy through the howling winds.

~ Timeskip ~

Natsu, Lucy, and (Y/N) are walking along the mountain side, as the relentless wind and snow continues to inhibit their progress. None of them dressed for the weather. Lucy is walking behind Natsu and (Y/N), Lumi is being held by the latter, and Happy is clinging on to Natsu’s shoulder. Lucy looks uncomfortably cold, as she rubs her arms in hopes to bring warmth back into them. Natsu and (Y/N) look unbothered by the weather.

"Why is it so cold?! I know we're on a mountain, but it's summer right now! There shouldn't be a blizzard like this anywhere!" Lucy complains to the group.

"That's what you get for wearing light clothing." Natsu responds, looking back at her.

"Oh, please! You guys aren't dressed for it! Now hand over that blanket!" She demands from the fire wizard as she tugs on the blanket attached to his backpack.

"Gosh, she just keeps on talking, huh?" Natsu comments.

"Aye…" Happy agrees.

"Oh, I know! OPEN GATE OF THE CLOCK CONSTELLATION, HOROLOGIUM!" Lucy makes the impromptu decision to summon one of her spirits. The bow of the key is designed similar to a cuckoo clock with the crest in the middle, colored brown. The spirit is a tall brown grandfather clock with long, black arms, a glass case, a Roman-numerical clock at the center and a small face at the top with slit eyes and a thin, twirly, mustache-like mouth. The other four look amazed at the sudden appearance of the celestial being. 

"A clock, whoa." "That is so cool!" Natsu and Happy say simultaneously as they look on in amazement.

As Lucy is now inside Horologium wrapped in Natsu's blanket, she begins to speak, although none of the others are able to understand her.

"Wait, I can't hear you." States Natsu in confusion.

"She says, "I'm staying in here, and I'm not coming out."" Horologium repeats what Lucy is saying.

"Then why'd you come along?" (Y/N) asks, confused.

""What kind of crazy job would force Macao to come to a place like this?" She inquires." Horologium relays.

"You should have asked that before you came with us. He went to slay a vulcan. It's a big monster." Natsu crosses his arms as he and (Y/N) converse with Lucy through Horologium. Lucy gasps in dread at this as he and (Y/N) continue walking alongside the mountain to find Macao, leaving Lucy and Horologium behind, not bothering to wait for them to catch up.

""I want to go back to the guild," she proclaims." Relays Horologium.

"Go ahead and be my guest, I say back." Natsu says sarcastically, marching on, as (Y/N) giggles into one of her hands at the remark, the other still holding onto Lumi.

"Aye." Happy says in agreement. 

~ Timeskip ~

"MACAO! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Natsu shouts out to Macao as he and (Y/N) continue to climb the mountain. "MACAO!" Happy shouts.

"Natsu! Happy! Be careful! You're gonna cause an avalanche if you continue all this screaming. If you do that, we, well at least the two of you, won't be able to look for Macao at all. Plus, with all this yelling you might attract a monster to us." (Y/N) scolds the two, a stern look on both her and Lumi's face. Just as she says this, a vulcan jumps down from higher up in the mountains, smashing the ground in front of the group. Natsu and (Y/N) are able to dodge in time, as Happy and Lumi scramble away from the vulcan. The monster chuckles at them.

"See! What did I tell you!" She reprimands the two with a stern look on her face. Natsu and (Y/N) are in fighting stances as Lumi, down by (Y/N)'s leg, is cowering behind the ice mage, while Happy stands beside the fire mage. 

"THAT'S A BIG VULCAN!" Happy, startled, exclaims.

"Huh?" The vulcan grunts out, snorting, as if searching for something, when suddenly he chuckles. The vulcan takes off in the direction the group was coming from, leaving Natsu and (Y/N) where they are. 

"HEY, WAIT!" Exclaims (Y/N), as the group looks in the direction the vulcan runs off in.

The vulcan finds Lucy and Horologium. He picks up the spirit, which horrifies Lucy, as she is still hiding in him. 

"Me like human woman." The vulcan states running off with Lucy and Horologium over his head. 

"So it can talk, huh?" Natsu, covering his fist with his other hand, smiles at the thought of fighting the vulcan, while it takes off.

""Don't just stand there. Hurry up and save me," she yells furiously." Horologium relays as the vulcan giggles still running off with Lucy and the clock spirit.

~ Timeskip ~

"Near the summit of Mt. Hakobe…" The Narrator reveals.

The vulcan can be heard grunting happily as he had taken Lucy and Horologium to his cave. Lucy is quite anxious at the turn of events. The vulcan can be seen dancing around the clock, clearly happy with himself. 

""How did I get myself into this mess? And what's with this giant monkey?! Why is he so excited?" She asks tearfully." Relays the clock spirit covering his face. 

"WOMAN." The vulcan puts his face up to Lucy, looking at her through Horologium’s glass, steam coming from his nose as she whimpers from the close proximity.

Horologium then vanishes back to the celestial spirit world, much to the dismay of Lucy, who breaks down crying at being left alone with the vulcan.

"Where'd you go, Horologium?! Don't you disappear on me!" She cries out.

"Sorry, but my time is up. Take care." The clock spirit can be heard as he disappears.

"GIVE ME AN EXTENSION, PLEASE!" She wails out at Horologium.

"HEY, YOU BIG APE! WHERE'S MACAO?! TELL ME!" Natsu can be heard shouting as the vulcan is about to grab Lucy, catching their attention. Natsu and (Y/N) storm into the cave, Happy and Lumi flying behind them. 

"Whoa!--" Natsu grunts out as he suddenly slips on the ice and falls on his back, spinning down the ice with his legs sticking up. (Y/N) slides to a stop where they 'planned' on stopping as Natsu continues sliding, she crosses her arms, putting a hand to her face, sweat-dropping.

"Whoa. That wasn't cool. Why does he feel like he has to make an entrance all the time?" Lucy has a very distressed look on her face as she rests her face on her palm, her expression mirroring the one (Y/N) has. 

"Great job, Natsu, amazing entrance." (Y/N) sarcastically comments, standing beside Lucy, hand still on her face, arms crossed.

"Spill it, monkey. Where is our friend?" Natsu grunts out upside down to the vulcan. Lucy and (Y/N) quickly walk over to Natsu, (Y/N) standing beside him, as Lucy stands behind the two.

"You understand me, right? He's a human man. Now tell me where he is." He demands to the vulcan. The beast seems to think about Natsu's question for a second.

"Man?"

"That's right! Where are you hiding him?!" He once again demands to the vulcan, a serious look on his face.

"Don't you think you might be jumping to conclusions?" Lucy questions, concerned.

"Man!"  The vulcan waves his hand at Natsu and (Y/N) and points to his right.

"Hey, I think he's gonna show us! (Y/N) c'mon!" He grabs (Y/N)'s wrist, pulling her towards the hole.

"Natsu, I don't know about this! What if it's a trick?" She tries to reason with him, although it seems to go through one ear and out the other as he drags her to the hole anyways. The two look out of the opening the vulcan pointed to, the wind was still howling.

"MACAO! WHOA– MONKEY!" Natsu yells out, when the vulcan pushes the two out of the hole, sending them falling down the mountain. 

"GODDAMN IT, NATSU!" (Y/N) screams out in frustration at Natsu as she falls with him.

"NATSU! (Y/N)!" Lucy yells in distress as she rushes over to the hole and looks down to where the two fell.

"NO LIKE MAN. ME LIKE WOMAN!" The vulcan whoops out happily as he jumps from foot to foot in glee.

"This is bad news! He can't survive out there. Maybe (Y/N), but not Natsu." She says in concern, "NATSU! (Y/N)!" Lucy continues shouting for the two.

"Woman. Woman. Woman." Grunts the vulcan. "Woman Woman Woman Woman Woman." He repeats five more times, chuckling to himself. This seems to be the breaking point for Lucy as she turns back to the vulcan, casting aside her blanket, frowning at the beast.

"All right, you pervy monkey, you're going down! OPEN, GATE OF THE GOLDEN BULL! TAURUS!"  Lucy summons her spirit Taurus, the Golden Bull. A head of a bull is carved in the base of the bow with two horns sprouting out on its side, surrounding a white center with the crest of the Golden Bull, colored in black. The blade of the key is designed similar to that of a two-sided axe, each side designed with an S facing the opposite direction. The blade culminates in a pointed tip. As he appears, he flexes his muscles and cow bells and moos can be heard.

The spirit is an extremely tall, heavily muscular and athletic minotaur. His body is covered in a black and white pattern similar to that of Holstein Friesian cattle, and the upper part of it, from the waist up, seems more massive than the lower one. His head is bovine in shape, with small, elongated ears jutting outwards from the sides of his head, and a pair of horns, testifying him as a bull, sitting on top of it. He has dark eyes, and his flat nose bears a large golden ring in it, similar to those worn by real bulls. The tail sprouting from his back, ending in a dark tuft.

Taurus wearing a dark indument, similar to a pair of swim briefs, held up by a silver, studded belt, with a belt buck reminiscent of his symbol. He also wears simple dark boots, and has a brown belt circling his neck, to which a golden cowbell is attached. His forearms are wrapped in bandages, and he wears brown fingerless gloves. Crossing his chest diagonally and passing over his right shoulder is a large, plain dark belt closed by a simple buckle, to which attaches his signature axe.

"Cow?" The vulcan says in a confused manner at the sudden appearance of the bull spirit.

"I should warn you, monkey boy, Taurus is the most powerful celestial spirit that I have a contract with." She remarks angrily to the beast.

"Oh, wow, Miss Lucy. I almost forgot what a nice figure you have. Why don't you come give me a smooch?" The bull spirit unashamedly flirts with Lucy.

"Oh yeah, and he's a big perv too." Lucy puts a hand to her head in discomfort at Taurus' flirtations.

"No touch my woman!" The vulcan demands at Taurus.

"Your woman? Them's fightin' words, you moo-nkey!" Angerly, the bull spirit gets ready to fight the vulcan.

"Get him!" Lucy commands Taurus as he leaps up into the air, wielding his axe and making a swinging motion as he strikes the ground. As he does so, a shock wave from the force of the axe is sent toward the vulcan, forcing him to dodge.

 "He's fast!" As she says this, the vulcan leaps in the air to take a strike against Taurus. Miraculously, Natsu and (Y/N) return as the former kicks Taurus in the jaw, thinking he was another monster.

"Natsu!" Lucy shouts in shock. Not only at the entrance, but also him attacking her spirit.

"Looks like this is the end for me…" Taurus groans, knocked out because of the fire wizard. "Epic fail!" Distressed, Lucy exclaims looking in Taurus' direction. "Hey. So how come there are more monsters now than when we left?" Natsu gestures to the vulcan with his thumb, wondering why there are more monsters than before with Lucy.

"HE'S A FRIEND, DUMMY! ONE OF MY SPIRITS!" Lucy is beyond pissed with Natsu now,

"That guy?" Natsu, confused, points with his thumb at the vulcan. (Y/N), arms crossed, face-palms at Natsu's stupidity.

"No, Natsu! Obviously not him!" (Y/N) scolds him, exasperated.

"NOT HIM! THE BULL!" She yells, then stops, as if coming to a realization, "Wait a minute, how were you able to survive out there?" Lucy continues, confused. 

"Happy came to save us. Thanks, little buddy." Natsu 

"Yeah, thanks, Happy!" (Y/N) commends Happy at the save.

"Aye!" Happy says. Lucy crosses her arms when Natsu says Happy rescued him.

"So you can't handle other modes of transportation, but flying with Happy's okay? Also, Happy, I thought you could only carry one person at a time?" Natsu looks offended when Lucy implies that Happy, and by extension Lumi, is a mode of transportation. 

"I don't remember saying that." Happy feigns ignorance to the question directed to him.

"What kind of stupid question is that? Happy isn't a mode of transportation. He's my friend. I mean, duh." Natsu stares at Lucy with a look of exasperation as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, as Lucy has a blank expression on her face in response.

"You're right. It was totally wrong of me to compare the two." Lucy says in a sarcastic manner.

"Don't worry Lucy, they're just being dramatic." (Y/N) states to Lucy, right hand waving up and down, her left resting on her cheek, eyes closed in an almost delighted manner, a smile on her face.

"MY WOMAN!" The vulcan jumps up from behind Natsu and (Y/N), about to strike both with his giant fist. Natsu blocks the attack with his arm, as (Y/N) dodges out of the way towards Lucy, as if to protect her from any attacks or debris.

"You listen up. I consider everyone in the Fairy Tail guild my friend." He states determinedly with a grunt as he's kicked by the vulcan across the cave. The force of the kick causes Natsu to slide across the ice, still on his feet, arms blocking his face.

"Whether it's Gramps and Mira, or even those annoying jerks Gray and Elfman." He stands straight up from his blocking position. "Happy, (Y/N), Lumi, and Lucy too. They're all my friends." A red magic circle appears beneath his feet as fire starts coming from said magic circle.

"Which is why…" He continues as the vulcan shouts making an attempt to attack Natsu, "…I'M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT MACAO!" As the beast is about to strike him, Natsu delivers a fire kick to the vulcans stomach, making the monster hit the ceiling of the cave and fall to his feet across from Natsu, as stalactites of ice fall. He grins at the vulcan, ready for the beast's attack.

The vulcan claps his hands and ice shoots toward Natsu, Lucy, and (Y/N). Lucy jumps out of the way of the incoming ice, Natsu remains standing where he is, melting the ice as it hits his body, his arms outstretched to either side of him. 

"ICE-MAKE ICE WALL!" (Y/N) makes an ice shield to protect her and Lucy. Her ice seemingly has a light purple hue to it, as opposed to the blue tinted ice surrounding them, as a large wall of ice shoots up from the ground in front of them. (hex #ccccff if anyone's curious)

"YOUR ICE ATTACK HAS NO EFFECT ON FIRE!" Natsu shouts as he's pelted with icicles that melt on contact. The steam from the melted ice clears, now showing the monster, who can be seen holding onto Taurus' discarded axe and wielding it with intent as the vulcan chuckles.

"That's not good." Natsu states with a frown as Lucy and (Y/N) have a shocked look on their faces.

"He's got Taurus' axe!" Lucy says, alarmed.

"Please, be careful, Miss Lucy." The bull spirit groans out with a dazed look on his face.

The vulcan swings the axe horizontally at Natsu as he backflips away from the attack. The vulcan tries two more vertical strikes at Natsu, which he dodges with ease. Natsu then slips and falls backwards, much to the shock of (Y/N) and Lucy. 

"NO!" "NATSU!" Lucy and (Y/N) shout simultaneously in distress at Natsu. 

The vulcan takes this opportunity to strike at him while he's on his back. Natsu manages to sit up in time as he uses his hands, straining to stop the blade by pressing his palms together to each side of it. 

"Go back, Taurus! If you go back beyond the gate, your axe will disappear too!" Lucy desperately commands to Taurus without success, trying to shake him awake. (Y/N) kneels beside Lucy, also attempting to shake him awake, while also keeping an eye on Natsu to make sure he's still doing alright.

Natsu uses his fire magic to heat up the axe, causing it to melt and drip into his mouth. The vulcan makes a questioning sound at the sight. Lucy and (Y/N) look at what's happening, as the former is surprised to see Natsu able to heat the blade. Happy and Lumi are flying beside them, also observing the fight. 

"Is he melting the blade with his body heat?" Lucy asks unsettled at the display of strength.

"Uh-huh." Happy responds back.

"Oh yeah, now I got some fire in my belly." Natsu, mouth full of melted metal, says. He shoots the hardened metal at the vulcan, pelting him with said metal as the monster falls backwards, whimpering in pain. Natsu hits his fists together and quickly summons a magic circle. 

"EAT THIS! FIRE DRAGON IRON FIST!" Natsu leaps up with a fist on fire and punches the vulcan, sending him flying backwards, landing on his back upside down. 

Natsu, Lucy, and (Y/N) stand before the unconscious vulcan. Happy and Lumi hovering beside Lucy. 

"We beat him!" Happy yells in delight.

"Yeah, but wasn't this monkey supposed to tell us where your friend is?" Lucy comments.

“Oh. Forgot about that." Natsu chuckles, scratching the back of his head. 

"Well, I don't think he's gonna do much talking." She retorts back.

The vulcan suddenly begins to emit a strong light along with a large amount of magic. The group shields their eyes. 

"What in the heck was that?" He says in shock at what's in front of him. 

"Macao?" Both Natsu and (Y/N) gasp out simultaneously as their eyes widen in shock at the sight before them. Macao now in place of the vulcan. 

"Are you telling me that big perverted monkey was actually your friend this whole time?!" Lucy exclaims out, confused.

"Yeah, he must have been taken over by that vulcan." (Y/N), distracted, explains to Lucy, almost in a daze due to the shock of the reveal. 

"What do you mean, 'taken over'?" The latter asks back.

"It must have used a possession spell on him. You see, vulcans survive by stealing people's bodies and taking them over. They're evil body snatchers!" Happy explains for (Y/N) to Lucy.

~ Brief Timeskip ~

Macao is laid on Natsu's red blanket with bandages covering his stomach and arms. Natsu, Lucy, (Y/N), Lumi, and Happy are all kneeling around him. 

"It looks like he put up a good fight before that vulcan finally got to him though." Solemnly Happy states looking at the poor condition Macao ended up in.

"Macao, don't you die on me! Romeo's waiting for you! Open your eyes!" Natsu in desperation yells at him not to die.

"C'mon, Macao! You gotta wake up for Romeo!" (Y/N), with a similar desperate air to her, pleads with Macao to wake up.

"Natsu? (Y/N)?" Macao’s eyes slowly open, much to the delight of everyone present, he groans, confused at the sight of the fire and ice wizards. 

"You're okay!" Natsu, elated at Macao's wellbeing, has a large smile on his face. (Y/N) and Lucy have large smiles on their faces as well at the conscious man laying in front of them. 

"I'm so pathetic. I defeated 19 of those brutes." Macao states disappointed in himself.

"Huh?" Disbelief can be seen on Lucy's face at the confession. 

"But the 20th, that's the one that got me. I'm so angry with myself. I'm embarrassed to go home and face Romeo." Macao can be seen stewing in his shame, struggling to even get the words out.

"Don't be like that. Come on, man. You beat 19 monsters." Natsu says in an encouraging tone to the beat up man.

'No way. There were 20 of those giant monkey things? And he took on the job all by himself?' Lucy's in disbelief to learn how many vulcans there were, and Macao was able to defeat nineteen of them. Natsu extends his hand to help Macao up as (Y/N) and Natsu have an excited look on their faces.

"Now let's go home. Your little boy's been waiting for you." (Y/N) says excitedly.

'They're amazing. I can't even begin to compare to them.' Lucy thinks to herself with a fond expression. Happy calls her out on it and makes fun of her. 

"Why are you grinning like that, Lucy? It's creepy." Happy jests at Lucy, paw to his face.

"I'll show you creepy. Watch your back." Threatened Lucy through gritted teeth. 

~ Timeskip ~

The sun is setting as the group of wizards and flying cats return back to Magnolia, just as Romeo is sitting on the stairs, upset. 

"Hey, Romeo!" Natsu yells to Romeo as he and the others smile and wave at him. Romeo’s eyes widened in disbelief, he begins to cry as he sees his dad again. 

"DAD!" He leaps up and hugs Macao, causing them both to fall to the ground. Lucy looks shocked that they fell. The others are smiling joyfully at the heartwarming scene. 

"You came back! I'm so sorry, dad!" Wails Romeo, crying in his dad's arms as they both sit on the ground.

"No, I'm sorry for making you worry." Reassures Macao to his son, squeezing him tight.

"I can handle it, 'cause I'm a wizard's son." Romeo says with conviction.

"Next time those bullies pick on you, here's what I want you to say: "Can your old man defeat 19 monsters by himself? 'Cause mine can." Macao instructs his son. Romeo gets up and shouts to the group as they walk down the street as the sun sets.

"NATSU! (Y/N)! THANKS FOR YOUR HELP!” Romeo shouts after them.

"No prob, kiddo." Natsu shouts, waving back at the boy.

"Aye!" Happy adds.

"LUCY, THANKS FOR HELPING TO BRING MY DADDY BACK TO ME!" Romeo shouts at Lucy.

Lucy turns to wave back at Macao and Romeo, giggling as she does so.

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Hi so I read the porn type and god Jooyeon and anal I'm bad Down for it, so if it's possible for you to write Jooyeon anal training his darling, like eating her ass, using toys, plugs and spanks, until he finally gets what he wants having anal sex cumming so hard inside and plugging his load so not a single drop is out

grr jooyeon anal brain rot.. oh i'm feeling faint..

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pairing: lee jooyeon x fem reader

word count: 1.3k

rating: mature, includes: unprotected anal sex (it's their first time trying it as a couple), oral (f receiving), fingering, spit, creampie, usage of toys, butt plugs, swearing,

jooyeon had all his new pretty toys lined up. you were both sitting on the bed, legs crossed as you stifled a giggle. 

he was so enthusiastic about his newfound interest and you being the most supportive girlfriend, encouraged him to explore it. jooyeon had brought up in passing that he wanted to try anal, you figured he’d bring it up sooner or later due to the amount of times he’d “accidentally” brush his thumb over your asshole.

or that one time, he ate you out from behind and his tongue poked dangerously close to your other entrance. you weren’t surprised when he asked you if you two could try it, you were more so intrigued and you found his sudden shyness and lack of words to be so cute.

as soon as you gave him the okay, he went ahead and bought all kinds of new goodies for him to try out on you. he wanted to prep you and loosen you up just right before you’d take his cock. you had made sure to start exploring on your own as well, letting your fingers make their way down whenever you played with yourself just to see how it would feel. you knew jooyeon would make sure to take good care of you though, knew he would slick you up and leave you stretched nicely for him.

he was starting to feel nervous but you pecked his lips to reassure him that you still wanted to go through with this. he didn’t seem like he was going to make the first move, so you got on all fours for him and braced yourself for what was to come next.

he was so attentive and gentle in the beginning, slipping your pants down and pulling your panties to the side as he spat on your hole generously, taking a deep breath and leaning forward while holding your asscheeks wide open for him.

he pressed his tongue flat against your hole and fluttered his eyes shut, moaning as he squeezed your asscheeks tightly. the sensation felt a bit foreign but that didn’t take away from how good it felt. he lapped at you to make sure you were fully coated in his saliva, the last thing he wanted was for you not to be lubed up properly. once he felt he had gotten you wet enough, he teased you by probing his tongue at your entrance, circling his tongue and pressing the tip just slightly past your tight rim. you let out a breathy moan as he began to bob his head gently, licking and breaching you carefully.

“fuck baby.. think you can take a finger? just the tip? promise i’ll be gentle baby yeah?” he sounded so helpless, you knew he was dying to feel within your walls.

he spat on you once again, watching it trickle before he scooped it up with a finger and pressed it to your puffy hole, rubbing it against it as you shivered.

just the tip, is what he promised 

so his slender finger dug itself in carefully, testing the waters, making sure you showed no signs of discomfort. you urged him on and let him know you were okay thus far.

he gripped your asscheek tightly with his other hand as his finger gently curled inside you, feeling how tight you were inside.

“oh princess.. you’re gonna make me work hard for this huh? your little hole is so tight.. no way my big cock will fit inside like this..” he whines, feeling how your hole sucked him in.

he pressed past his first knuckle and watched as you teasingly clenched around it. soon he was inching closer to his second knuckle, before his entire finger fit inside your hole. “i think you can take another finger hm, baby? feels good right? imagine two fingers..” he cooed

“y-yes joo.. ‘nother finger sounds nice.. please?”

and slowly but surely he worked you up to taking two fingers in your cute little ass. he landed a smack on one of your cheeks before biting into it and groaning, pumping his fingers gently inside you to let you get used to the stretch. 

two fingers eventually turned to three and you were becoming a mess. drooling on the pillow, eyes shut tightly as you mumbled how good his fingers fucked you. he pulled them out and licked them clean, watching as your hole clenched at the absence of his fingers. your underwear had gotten annoying so he grabbed the thong, letting it snap against you before ripping it off. just as you were about to protest, you felt him press the smallest bead of an anal bead wand to your hole.

he watched as your hole swallowed it effortlessly, soon pressing another one in, and another. he was proud to see you gradually take five and not show any discomfort. he started to pump the wand into you, hearing the squelch and groaning in satisfaction.

your cunt was throbbing, squeezing and feeling empty yet pulsing with pleasure.

he smiles to himself as he pulls the wand out, watching each bead reappear. he sat the wand down and quickly discarded his jeans, they were getting awfully tight. once he pulled his cock out, he made sure to rub himself with a good amount of lube, applying some on your hole as well before he even dared penetrate you. “think your hole can fit my cock huh?” he says as he rubs himself between your asscheeks, pressing them together tightly to sandwich his dick. “mm.. joo..gentle please…” you whined, canting your ass at him teasingly he was finding it very hard to resist fucking your ass full. with a groan he insert his tip carefully, so far no complaints from you which encouraged him to go just a little deeper.

he moved his hips at a gentle pace to stretch you out before pressing more in “g-good baby? feel alright?..” you just moaned in approval but he stilled his hips “words baby.. use your words..” he scolds “y-yes joo.. cock feels so good.. keep going” he smirked to himself and continued to move slowly, it took everything within him to not pound into you. the way his cock was disappearing into your hole was make his brain fuzzy.

steadily, he stretched you out enough to fit his whole length, you felt completely full of him. he was tense, holding himself back as he held your waist. beads of sweat forming on his forehead so he wiped them before pushing his hair back. taking a deep breath as he pulls himself all the way out and then sheaths himself to the hilt, your body being jolted forward suddenly as you let out a surprised mewl.

jooyeon had lost control, pumping in and out of you like you had never felt before, he was so deep inside you, you swore you were going to have trouble sitting down the next day.

“j-jooyeon.. f-fuck!” you yelped whenever his hips would come into contact with your body, making you tremble as you gripped on to the sheets tightly and bit your lip. jooyeon was like an animal in heat, the sensation of having you wrapped around his cock like this was heavenly. he couldn’t imagine a better thing than fucking your ass into oblivion.

he felt himself starting to leak in you, with a few sharp thrusts and grunts, he came deep inside you, pouring his seed as he kicked his head back in pure ecstasy. he made sure to dump himself in you entirely, not letting a single drop go to waste before he pulled out, wiping his tip on your asscheek and tapping his cock on it.

he reached over for a pretty plug he bought you, one with a pink gemstone in the shape of a heart. pressing it into your spent hole and smiling “so cute baby.. you better keep it all in. don’t waste my cum. be good and keep it all for me kay?”

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[wyrddogs]

Time for my usual post-race bitchfest. I'll mix it up a bit this time and share some really nice things too.

THE BITCHING

We had the usual drama from the usual people, but on Sunday everything that could go wrong did. In our very first race of the day, the box opened and a whippet tumbled out and didn't get up. She was unable to stand when encouraged to do so, and her left side was unresponsive. She was rushed to a vet hospital with neuro staff. She's still waiting on test results but it's looking like she may have had a stroke. She was able to walk later in the day, but is not standing or walking normally.

Then our cart broke. We'd already lost our motorbike at the last meet. For those familiar with Fast CATs-- a lot of FCATs I've seen are on a closed-loop system, where the string is basically in a big oval that is attached to the motor, and the bag just travels around the entire oval. Closed-circle courses can put a lot of strain on the motors depending on the number of pulleys and the conditions of the field. We have a fluffy lure with a squawker attached to the bags, so we don't use the closed-circle system. We have to physically reset each course by bringing the lure from the finish line back to the start line. That is what we used the motorbike and cart for. And both broke, so we had to walk.

In addition to both of those issues, for some reason everyone was moving like they were made of molasses. We run four programs for the CWA whippets and three programs for everyone else, and when we hadn't even started the final program by 3pm we knew we were fucked. There was no way we'd finish before dark. So the executive decision was that all non-sighthound races would be cut for time (this was run by the people affected first, but it still sucked).

Also it was raining or drizzling most of both days.

And I got a flat tire.

THE GOOD

People really stepped up.

Someone drove with the whippet owner to the neuro vet so she wouldn't be alone, since she was not local. They stayed with her for hours in the waiting room.

Our usual crew of volunteers continue to be awesome and just automatically, without having to be told, started bringing the lure back with them after catching their dogs. We had one woman with a saluki who had never been to our events before start carting the lure back-- when I thanked her (I was lure opping at the time), she said it "seemed to be the thing to do". One of our disabled regulars used her bicycle whenever she was able to.

We got a new person who was extremely gung-ho and pretty much took over as box operator, which, thank god. A good box operator can make or break a race meet. She did not take sass from the rude folks and made sure dogs got loaded in a reasonable amount of time.

When it became known that I had a flat, I pretty much instantly had way more people than I needed to help me. Two separate people offered to pump up my tire. A friend changed my tire. More than one person shared stories of horrendous show-day flats they'd had (I was freaking out a bit at the time).

My direct competition were very supportive and enthusiastic of how well Zaku is running. A whippet person who has been in the breed longer than my dad has been alive told me Zaku runs really well, and I will be riding that high for weeks.

So yeah. Racing season is now over. We've got a practice run next month, then that's it until Fall.

[katyspersonal]

I played more SOTE today!! I have mixed feelings because today just happened to be pure RAGE because of my awful skill issue.. but at the same time I feel so ALIVE xD (two parter)

1) So first of all, I got back to Specimen Storehouse to finish whatever was that business with Ansbach and Freyja! She gave an interesting dialogue about how yeah honor and shit but what Radahn would actually like is to live so he could wage war forever 💀 Definitely the character of all time gghguj

2) So I decided to explore a little more of that Church District below before I continue to seek my way to upper area! Turned out that Tree Spirit did NOT die due to a bug..... but it did now. XD

And dropped edgy (literally) sorcery lol

3) NEW NAMED CHARACTER!!!!!!!

Yeah, I've been noticing that this area has Fire Knights with another variant of the head piece! I even had an idea to grind these guys for it, but I just felt as thought it'd be pointless. And I was right! This mask dropped from non-respawning enemy! So yeah, the fire zombies raising in this area were given lore, I was pleased by such amount to detail yet again 🤔

4) So I kept looking for the way back in the Storehouse, but took the turn I did NOT try to take, and ended up in that weird golden-black area on the map that has been making me curious for a while!

5) ....ъ_ъ So, I was running around, surprised by how empty it was, and even questioned whether it was pointless sort of? So I decided to just check the giant flower and.. ..... oh my fuuUCKING God.

6) So it was another time where I kept howling about how awful/unfair/hard/etc this battle was and wanted to quit except I didn't! You see, at first I was playing as usual, and the stage 2 was a surprise. But the LEVEL of my skill issue started to show up at its finest here, because I absolutely could not dodge its briars attacks and I barely managed to heal in time!

I had to die MANY times, learning from my mistakes and just trials what to do and slowly adapting.. You see, it SHOULD have been obvious that hitting the "face" was the most effective, but nope! I only figured many attempts later! Just as how """pointless""" critical hit before phase transition was not pointless at all! At least I learned to 1) block strike attack and roll magic attack 2) that I can't use magic so it'd be better to place all 14 flasks at Crimson 3) figured to summon mimic in a creative way; since it gets summoned in the equipment I had at THE moment of summon but AI can't be trusted with blocking normally, I summoned it while two-handing the weapon so it hits stronger and then got my shield back XD

7) .........

I swear, sometimes I regret not being able to stream, because y'all should have seen my reaction when it turned out that this enemy had THREE stages, not two...... :')

8) I actually died just just JUST the very last moment ;-; I screenshotted it, it is on PS for now, it was SOOO infuriating. I can't even explain how I resisted the urge to scream and throw my controller because that required inhumane willpower. But hell if I didn't feel ALIVE at that moment xD

9) AND I KILLED IT EVENTUALLY FGFGCGGB

^ Got genuinely surprised by this drop!

10) I came back at Storehouse, FINALLY, and THIS TRAITOR @val-of-the-north IS NO LONGER MY FRIEND!!!!1

I asked him about this symbol being here since as I said earlier, I assumed that the reoccurring symbol with a fire and a circle on flags and such found here and there represented Messmer and Rellana; an impression I've got because I first saw it in her castle!

....but then Val, this RAT, casually said that it is actually likely another symbol of Messmer: snakes rather than fire. And of course. God of course it makes much more sense. It is all over this Storehouse. Yes we found a shield Rellana used for the ritual to prove loyalty to the Erdtree once here, but the overlapping circles straight up coil like snakes. And yet you TRAITOR never corrected me when I wrongly assumed that the symbol of fire + two circles overlapping meant Messmer and Rellana being allies. Goddamit STOP LETTING ME LOOK STUPID ON PUBLIC *bonks you with the newspaper*

11) So after some running and collecting (got a golden spell that some Fire Knights use), I've found my way out and first ran into some really strong knight that used GRAVITY MAGIC! I attempted to fight him but like, no. Nope. So I left him for later, and Val recommended me to use 'O, Mother' gesture to finally open the secret passage to where I was actually looking.

12) And hoooo boy... I already suspected where this was going because even on the map there were depictions of Golden leaves (on the Finger Ruins) part.

It was THE spoilered area itself!

13) What instantly struck me was that I could SWEAR it had to be the exact same flowers as on the painting of 'healthy' Midra Manse. I did not have a good image as I hit it early by a mistake, so I asked Val to fetch me the image, annnnd....

Look, sure, it could simply be blue curtains and obviously just a 'normal' flora of this realm, so of course it still exists in THE one place Messmer didn't burn, but dead everywhere else. (Here because of Frenzy + no sunlight). But also Hornsent Inquisitors did bully Midra and his followers (which did lead to Frenzied Flame business), and Ymir mentioned something about Marika's roots being placed in madness? Who the hell knows anymore...

14) NOOOOO WAY, WHEN YOU GET TO THIS POINT, A FRAGMENT OF THEME OF MARIKA/RADAGON STARTS PLAYING ;-;

THE IMPACT

15) Definitely visiting this place by myself felt more impactful than simply reading/watching this part of the lore..

16) I got SO angry at the Tree Sentinel though that for the first time EVER I decided to try and fight while on Torrent! And it was so effective that it gave me an idea to not follow further today but go and get that boss' ass from earlier like this! Which was the start of a big waste of time, but perhaps I am getting ahead of myself.. -_-

(Will share in the next post because Tumblr doesn't respect the way I choose to share screenshots for the girls ( @heraldofcrow ))

[thenightfolknetwork]

Ever since I was young, I was raised to be a total blank slate. No interests, no aesthetics, nothing. I was meant to be the vessel to L’Gogamet, the Hallowed One. So, that meant I had to fully give myself over to Them.

The only problem is: They never bothered to show up. I sat there, on my eighteenth birthday, waiting for Them to rend my soul from my flesh, only to receive a burning blaze of light reading “sorry, can’t make it, save the next one for me.”

My family wasn’t exactly thrilled. They were under the impression that I had done something wrong, though for the life of me I have no clue what it was. And now, I’m all alone. I have no clue what I’m meant to do.

I have a small apartment and a roommate. I’ve tried to get interested in the same stuff she likes, but it honestly just doesn’t appeal to me. But I have no clue what there is that I do like. Apparently, outside of my family, there isn’t exactly a “L’Gogamet fanbase”, and that was the only thing I was allowed to be interested in for my whole life.

I’ve gone to support groups, but sitting in a circle with other blank slates doesn’t exactly feel helpful. And then when someone does find something interesting, I’m like “wow! good for you! time to go back to doing nothing with my life.”

Worst of all are the modifications. My family took it upon themselves to alter me in a few ways, various piercings and tattoos that They should have loved. Only now, I’m stuck with them. And most of them are cursed to never be removed. I’ve been called out a few times, told that they’re “appropriative for a Sapio like me to have.” That hurt more than most comments, because I guess that’s all I am now. A Sapio, with nothing special about me except the disgusting markings all over me.

Your show came up in one of the support group meetings. I thought maybe you would have some advice? How do I find my interests and my self when I’ve been raised to be a nobody?

I'm so sorry your family have treated you with such unkindness – and I don't only mean their failure to support you after their plans went awry. It was profoundly unkind of them to raise you the way they did, as if you were nothing but a vessel for their hopes and aspirations and not your own person.

Their treatment of your body is particularly upsetting. I am certainly not going to try and tell you that your markings aren't “disgusting”, or to tell you how you ought to feel about your own body. I do encourage you to take whatever steps you feel appropriate in reclaiming your body, however.

Part of this reclamation might involve covering or removing the marks inflicted on you by your family. But I encourage you to experiment with other ways of changing your appearance, too. Play around with your clothing, hairstyles, hair colour, make-up – whatever you can think of.

The point isn't to find a style that you love, but rather to demonstrate actively to yourself that this body is yours, your own, and that finally, you are in charge of how it looks.

Of course, this process does bump up against your initial question rather. How are you supposed to know what sort of choices you want to make when you've never been allowed to make that kind of choice before?

The answer may seem obvious: you need to try as many things as you can, and expose yourself to as many new experiences as possible. But for the time being, I want you try and set aside your concerns about finding what you “really” like.

That is a huge amount of pressure to put on yourself, especially when you're starting from scratch, like you are. Instead, go into these activities with no more pressure on yourself than a sense of open curiosity.

You're not on some great quest to discover your True Self – you're just popping into the local book club to see what it's like, or borrowing some knitting needles from a friend and giving it a go. You can check what clubs and events are running at your local library, and make a game of trying as many as you can fit into your schedule.

Give yourself time. Imagine your personality as a plant that has been left in a dark, cold room with nothing to feed it and no light to help it grow. Against all odds, it has survived – pale and stunted, but alive. Now imagine you bring that plant into a warm, bright room, you feed it and water it, and above all you give it the space it needs. Who knows what kind of beautiful thing it might blossom into?

Finally, a word on your identity. Reader, you absolutely don't have to identify as sapio if you don't want to. There are plenty of people who consider themselves to be people of the night based on their magical practice, their religious background, or their occupations. You personal experiences more than qualify you to do the same.

As I've said many times before, liminality is defined by the people who claim it. There isn't an external, objective standard of “strangeness” that you have to meet in order to be a member of the community. Anyone who says otherwise is at best dangerously ignorant and at worst, wilfully so.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Left and Returned: Definitely Nothing Wrong

Danny Phantom x Supernatural Crossover

Part 2

Ao3

Chapter 3

After the angel heckling, Danny stuck around for the initial explanations. But as the explanations moved from recounting the events into... theological debate... yeah, Danny bailed on that. Look after winning fistfights with a certain amount of beings who claim to be gods, it's hard to be reasonable about that stuff. Danny's opinions on the afterlife are not super helpful to people who aren't living in ectoplasm rich environments.

For now he has a job to do. His ghost sense goes off before he opens the door. So he's not surprised to find the electronics are as fried as you'd expect after a being with the power to cause electrical surges spent a few months running around in it. At least his carbon monoxide detector stays silent.

Little fun fact: carbon monoxide makes spirits restless. Restless spirits cause electrical surges. Continued electrical surges, cause long term electrical fires. If you have the first problem, getting the other two problems becomes a lot more likely.

Less fun fact: Danny has never met a hunter who knows this.

How many hunters have died of carbon monoxide poisoning while they huddled in a salt circle to avoid the angry dead? How many HVAC guys have gotten possessed or murdered? How many people get lucky enough to have both problems sorted only to have something start on fire?

It's a whole thing. Yes, he gives this rant to every hunter he encounters. Hopefully, it sticks with at least some of them. Sam had said he'd do it. Bobby had pulled them over at the nearest hardware store and bought three detectors.

At least he knows it sunk in for someone.

But here the air is clean and normal and smells a little like ectoplasm. He's able to talk down the ghost without the thermos, but she has an electrical core, and he can't replace this much wiring in the time he has. He shows the owner, shuts down the power to the rooms that absolutely will start a fire and gives her some reputable local contacts. It's not ideal, it rarely is. But both the house's owner and the ghost know what they need to do to keep surviving and that's better than things were this morning.

He wishes it felt like victory.

He eats, takes a nap in the back of his van, and when he wakes up he's missed a dozen calls.

Someone is killing hunters. Of course there is.

He forwards the message to Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Valerie, and Wes, in case he's gotten mixed up in something new. They all check in. They all mention ghosts behaving... oddly. They agree they have it handled. Jazz asks about Sam.

Danny calls the Winchesters. They don't pick up.

 

---

Regret coils as Dean realizes who's ghost stands before him. He understands exactly why so many friends fell to this, stepping out of reach as she swings at his face. It's hard to do, she has every right to hit him, it's his fault she's dead.

That is why she is here. She's here to get her revenge, and he doesn't even know if the name he knows is her real one.

"It's okay, I'm not a demon."

"You're the girl the demon possessed."

"Meg Masters. Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not, you know, choking on my own blood. It's okay. Seriously, I'm just a college girl. Sorry — was. I was walking home one night and got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner... Now, I was awake. I had to watch while she murdered people."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building?"

"Well, we thought— "

She shoves him, not with the strength of a girl puppeted by a demon, not with the strength of a ghost. She shoves him with the strength of a young woman who never lifts more than her college books. That's why he stumbles to the ground. "No, you didn't think! I kept waiting, praying! I was trapped in there screaming at you! 'Just help me, please!' You're supposed to help people, Dean. Why didn't you help me? "

"I'm sorry. "

"Stop saying you're sorry!" She approaches quick, ready to kick him. He's going to let her too, but the blow doesn't come.

She screams in fury as she's lifted by her waist. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be ridden for months by pure evil?! While your family has no idea what happened to you?!"

Danny holds her arms, stopping her from continuing her assault.

Meg continues, "It wasn't just me, I had a sister. A little sister.  You know how little siblings are, right? How they depend on you. She was never the Same after I disappeared. She just... she just got lost. And when my body was lying in the morgue beat-up and broken..."

She stops struggling, going limp as she tries to continue.

"Say what you need to say, we're listening." Danny tells her.

"She killed herself, she needed me and I wasn't there." Tears pool in her eyes. "All he was thinking about was his family, his revenge, his demons! 50 words of Latin a little sooner, and I—

She chokes on her sobs, "and I'd still be alive. My baby sister might still be alive."

Kid holds her up as she crys. Wet, gross, snotty crying, not like the pretty tears on TV. Kid whispers comforting things and lets her shout accusing things at Dean until she cries herself out.

"Do you remember your door?" He asks her when her breathing's evened.

"Yeah... it's blue, has some stickers..." she murmurs. And Danny gestures to the door across from them, which does not match Bobby's decor.

"Go home, Meg. Go rest." She reaches for the handle ugly brand on her hand turning green and vanishing as she turns it. As the door closes behind her, it's Bobby's door again.

"Dean!" Sam's voice echos from downstairs.

"Here!" Dean responds, grabbing the kid and pulling him after him as he goes to find his brother. "The symbol on her hand, you recognized it?"

"They have no right." Danny snarls.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes."

"What symbol?" Bobby asks, and he looks pretty okay for a guy who went missing when all the other people who went missing had their hearts ripped out. Sam scrambles to draw it for him.

The kid starts to pace the room. "They were at peace . This didn't call the restless dead, it woke the sleeping. They had. No. Right."

"The mark of the witness? " Bobby asks, "I'd have to double check."

"That's a name for it." The kid really sounds completely different when he's this mad.

"Follow me."

 

---

 

"...coated in salt, 100% ghost proof."

Dean watches the kid stumble across the threshold. He'd miss it if he wasn't looking for it. Yesterday, Danny had been wearing his pain on his face for all to see, it made it easier to look past it now. But Dean had seen his dad wear that expression, seen it on his brother, hell, he'd worn it himself a thousand times— Danny was in pain, but determined to push past it. He'd been fine a minute ago. Bobby's bunker was hurting him.

And Dean didn't say a word about it.

Kid had grabbed a ghost, picked her up and sent her home with nothing but himself and some words. Dean didn't know of anything that could do that. He did know that there was a chance Danny had saved him from getting his heart ripped out. Dean probably would've thought of something, but still. He wasn’t gonna kick the kid while he was down, definitely not while he was as determined to stop this as they were.

For what it's worth, he has no issue prepping rock salt for the shotguns as Bobby pages through the book, the silence is enough time for Dean's mind to wander back to earlier.

"See this is why I can't get behind God." Dean tells them.

Sam sighs.

"Still debating theology?" Danny asks.

"If he doesn't exist, fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. There's no rhyme or reason — just random, horrible, evil — I get it, okay. I can roll with that. But if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself? You know, why doesn't he help?"

"This is really bothering you."

"It's not bothering you?"

"What I asked Castiel, it was a genuine question."

"What?" Sam asked, they hadn't relayed the amount of angel-poking they'd done.

"He said he was an angel of the Lord. I asked which lord."

"I mean, if he's an angel then he meant God." Sam pointed out.

Danny shrugged. "You've fought gods before. You've told me."

"Pagan gods, Not God."

"I fought a Stormbringer once. When it angered it formed a lightning storm over half the continent. One minute there were clear skies, the next hail like golf balls, tornadoes, floods."

"That freak storm?! That was years ago, boy, how old were you?"

"Fourteen. That's not the point. The point is, that the people who summoned him called him God's wrath, but he called himself Vortex, among other things..." Danny quiets, lost in the memory for a moment. Then he starts back in on the salt rounds, packing them with increased efficiency.

"It was barely an effort for him to bring the country to its knees, and it wasn’t a human who defeated him, when it came down to it." Dean notes the careful phrasing. "I've seen a lot of weird. I think that if Castiel's Lord is the god you're worried about, then he's probably worried about the things strong enough to fight him."

"Danny," Sam says, "that makes this whole thing a lot less reassuring."

"Yeah, that's freaking terrifying, kid."

Danny fits the last of his salt rounds into a bandolier and drops it on the table with a clatter. He grins. "I can make it worse if you want?"

"Let's not, for now. You're right about the mark." Bobby announces. "They witnessed the unnatural. None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. See, these ghosts— they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They were like rabid dogs. It ain't their fault. Someone Rose them... on purpose."

"Who?" Sam asks.

"Do I look like I know? But whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark, a brand on their souls. Whoever did this had big plans—"

"Is there a way to find out?" Danny asked, the murder back in his eyes. They weren't turning colors this time though,  they stayed normal human blue.

"Not that I have here, and we have bigger problems. It's called "the rising of the witnesses." It figures into an ancient prophecy."

"Wait, wait. What kind of prophecy?

"Revelations kind. This is a sign, boys."

"A sign of what?"

"The apocalypse."

"Apocalypse? The apocalypse, apocalypse? The four horsemen, pestilence, $5-a-gallon-gas apocalypse?"

"That's the one. The rise of the witnesses is a -- a mile marker."

"Okay, so, what do we do now?" Sam asks.

"Road trip. Grand Canyon, Star Trek Experience—"

"Can we focus?! We find a way to send them to the keeper of tales so they're story will be heard and they can be appeased."

"Well, I don't know about all of that... but I've got a spell it just says it will put them back to rest... if I've translate—"

Danny is out of his seat and looking over the book before Bobby could finish.

"—ed it correctly..." he pushes the book so the kid can get a better look.

Dean raises his eyebrows at Bobby, but he's too busy watching the kid to acknowledge.

"This is really old." Danny mutters, "Some names are out of date, but it mentions the roll they fill in the spell so it should work."

"Names out of date... you know better ones, for... the ancient spell?"Dean asks.

He didn't expect the kid to say, "yeah," and pick up a pen.

"Subject matter expert does the spell," Bobby offers, okay. So, Dean missed something, since when does Bobby hand off this stuff? Since when is Danny the 'subject matter expert?'

"I can... or... look, once we start, all the witnesses who haven't been appeased are going to be compelled to stop us. I can add a clause at the beginning, draw them off while you finish the spell."

"I don't know..."

"I'll go with you." Sam volunteers.

"Are we sure we should split up?" Dean asks.

"You'll have a better chance to complete it if you aren't being swarmed by angry ghosts." Sam points out.

"Maybe we should be the bait," Dean suggested, "Both of you know the spell and can troubleshoot if there's problems, Sam and I can't help that."

"Do you know your true names?"

"What?"

"Do you know the name that encompasses all that you are? And can you write it in a way that covers it but prevents it from being stolen."

Dean turns to stare at him, he doesn't look up from the book.

"If you can,  then sure, if not, then we really shouldn't make those bargains and we don't have time for that."

"Is this related to how you're older than you are?" Dean asks, because he was starting to think Danny hadn't actually been delirious after the seance.

"Yeah."

"You gonna explain that?" Bobby asks.

"There was a summer that didn't happen, and some time travel."

"Time travel." Dean repeated.

"Oh, yeah, I think I'm older than I am too..." Sam realizes.

"That doesn't—"

"Remember the timeloop, Dean? I know you don't remember the six months after the timeloop in the timeline where the Trickster refused to let you live."

"What?!"

"I'm done modifying the spell." Danny said firmly postponing a conversation Dean will be having with his brother.

 

---

Once the fire is started, Bobby burns the paper with Danny's sigils and begins the spell. Dean follows orders, he gathers materials from the near-empty house. Nothing bothers him. He doesn't need the shotgun or the iron fire poker. The spell takes three minutes.

It's another five before Sam and his friend return. They're battered and dirty, but they're alive and they have no serious injuries.

Bobby makes dinner.

They try to help but get kicked out of the kitchen after all the chopping is done.

Sam doesn't tell him about whatever he saw. Dean wonders if he knows what's up with Danny and just won't tell him.

Dinner is hearty and they dont talk because they're too busy eating.

It's been a long day. Yesterday was long too.

Questions can wait till after they sleep, and Dean really wants to sleep.

It's a shame the angel doesn't want him too.