#they communicate by biting each other till they bleed

[rainclues]

Trying to separate them will result in both crying

met as kids ghostbat au… they bite each other but in a friendly way… concerns their parents but honestly they’re just relieved either of them finally has one (1) friend… 

[000marie198]

What were to happen if Sonic and Tails both became babies? Y'know, besides Knuckles and Amy having to wrangle their clingier than usual sibs.

Imagine two gremlin twin kittens who just got reunited staring at you with these faces:

:3 :3

Moments before disaster strikes

.....

But this happens after they are placed in the same space together and make friends.

The first instinct of baby Tails would be to pounce on his fellow age mate cuz he wanna play

The first instinct of Sonic would be to yip in terror and roll away from the fox and tremble while still curled up in a teeny ball. He won't know it but his action will make baby Tails pause and tilt his head in confusion and then curiously approach the still trembling ball to nudge it. It pricks him due to quills and he also yips and scuttles away, then whimpers and sniffs, holding his bleeding snout.

The hedgehog, recognizing the sounds as expressions of pain and fear and not sensing anything else for a full minute uncurls slightly to make a little peek at the kit, he's cautious but also curious.

They don't really have the memories of their lives but the general instincts and bonds are there and seeing the teary blue eyes and soft sad sniffles... Little hoglet is not able to handle it and uncurls completely and whimpers too.

He hurt the other. He doesn't want the other to be hurt. He's really sorry he hurt the other.

Little hoglet stumbles towards the sniffling kit and pats him with his little paws over and over till baby Tails stops tearing up with a hiccup and stares curiously at the hoglet.

Baby Sonic let's out an open mouthed smile. Tails gets curious and comes closer, which reactivates the hedgehog instincts and Sonic rolls away again.

Baby Tails realizes the other one can get scared if he comes close without warning or pounces so he doesn't do that. He just sits and waits, tails lightly swishing back and forth, watching baby Sonic till he calms down and uncurls, meeting the fox replicating his earlier smile.

Big wide eyes staring at each other and slowly they both become comfortable enough to actually start communicating, in babbles and gestures but it's still communication.

In a while, Sonic's stomach growls, he has always had higher metabolism okay. Baby Tails starts sniffing around to find him something to eat. He sniffs something he likes, FLIES OUT OF THE PEN, locates a cookie and brings it to Sonic. The hoglet muches on it and offers it to Tails after 3 or 4 bites. Tails also munches on cookie.

They start competing on who can munch louder, it's a miracle one of them hasn't choked on a crumb while giggling so much.

They bond over chocolate cookie :]

........

There's a lot more moments we can add afterwards, aka once the two have become friends. .

Both babies would literally have that package deal, Do Not Sperate level separation anxiety specifically and only when it comes to the other.

Knuckles would carry Tails away to feed him something and Sonic would start wailing and reaching, Tails doing the same. They are very loud and they won't shut up till you reunite them, which will end up in close hugs and sniffles

There was that one time Amy had to take Sonic away for a little bit to give him a bath and Knuckles had to fight to hold a frantic clawing fox kit away, especially when Sonic's cries of sorrow turned into screeches of fear. This was so not easy.

Tails bites both their older friends after that while Sonic naps in the background all freshened up and tidied.

........

You cannot leave the babies unsupervised anywhere! They will work together to escape one way or another no matter where and they will drive everyone nuts looking for them only to be found inside a barely ajar cupboard with cereal scattered all around them and blinking like deer caught in a headlight.

......

You give one of them a toy or teether or rattle and they'll fight over it and scream. Sighing, you take away the toys. Next time you make sure to give both of them identical toys. They still look at the other and try to snatch it, starting another fight.

.......

There are two gremlins rolling around and flying all over the house, getting into the craziest, unreachable places. Sonic just scuttled under the fridge, Tails is perched on a ceiling fan. Everything is scattered

.......

The next time baby Tails pounces on the hoglet to play with him, Sonic doesn't curl up in fear

[skylarstark4826]

"So, what now?" Poe asks, standing awkwardly with hands in his trousers pockets, head hunched. If Rey didn't know any better, she'd thought the best pilot of Resistance was acting like a kicked puppy or scolded child. 

"What do you mean, what now? We extract information!" Rey put her hands on her hips and looked at both men expectantly. Or more likely - at both boys, because the way they were acting sure as hell wasn't resembling anything manlish at all. 

She had more balls that the two of them together. 

"But-" Poe started, uncertain. "Resistance doesn't torture their prisoners. How do you want to extract information from them?"

The trio - in unison - turned their heads to look at two dark clothed figures, currently tied town to two separate tables. One of them, being recently beaten up Kylo Ren and the other, the Ginger that tried to save him from Star Killer base but tripped on the snow and hit his head hard enough to pass out. 

Long story short, they didn't have enough fuel to fly all the way back to Resistance base, but they had had enough to land on the nearest planet and wait for back up. Chewie took care of communications problems but it was on them - the mighty trio – to manage their prisoners. 

"I can use force!" Rey suggested a little bit to enthusiastically for Poe. He remembered quite well how his last encounter with the Force felt like. No thank you, he wouldn't whish that even upon the two man they kidnapped. 

"No," he said firmly. "The Dark Side uses Force for extracting information. We won't do that."

Rey was about to say something, to argue her point, but Finn choose that exact moment to shyly rise his hand and sent to both his friends a hopeful look. When they gave him their attention, he spoke : 

"What about tickling?"

Poe and Rey just stared back, not really comprehending. 

"You know... Tickling? When you touch other people and make them laugh?"

Poe sighed deeply but otherwise only nodded - yes, yes he knew the concept of tickling. For Rey though, it seemed to be something entirely new. She looked at Finn as if he suddenly grew a second head. 

"Here, let me show you," Poe muttered and gently touched Rey behind her ear and on there nape, then breathed on the spot, making her shudder and squeak. 

She jumped a few feet back, pressing a hand to her vulnerable neck. Yet, her eyes shone. 

"That's not the only way to tickle somebody," Poe explained further. "But I think you get what it's about, right?" 

Rey nodded solemnly, and then they both looked back at Finn. 

"So," the ex-stormtrooper smiled from ear to ear. "Tickling is also a form of torture."

"Ren, for the Dark Side's sake, keep it together!" Hux shouted, red on the face, when his dumb co-worker was squirming on the table, biting his lips till it bleed. He - the mighty Knight of Ren - started crying a while ago, and Hux felt the pang of fear at the thought that they might indeed break them here. 

With tickles. 

"I'M TRYING HUX!" Ren yelled back, but it was hard to be angry when you couldn't stop yourself from laughing hysterically. 

On each side of Kylo's table, sat Finn and Poe, but it was Rey that sat on top of her very much half-naked prisoner with feather in her hand and truly evil grin. 

"Come on Benny," she teased, bringing the feather down on Kylo's nipples. "Tell me where is the First Order biggest supply base? Hm?" 

Kylo started to franticly shake his head, tears spilling on his red, wet cheeks. His head hurt, his body spasmed, muscles tensing and relaxing without a minute break. He couldn't catch his breath - he was suffocating, and on top of that, still trying not to laugh. 

He tried to use force, but how the hell could he focus in this situation? 

"You can do it!" Hux cheered from his table, now pale and silently pleading Kylo to be a man for once in his life. "You made it through forty minutes, you can do an hour!"

And that were the words Brendol Hux regretted almost instantly, for it brought the attention of the trio to him, instead of Kylo. Fin - his damned stormtrooper - smiled sweetly at him and then approached. 

"Hey, hey, Rey" he singsonged. "You know who else knows where the First Order bases are?" 

Hux gulped, horror in his eyes. 

It was a matter of minutes, before his chest was striped of clothes and Rey seated comfortably on his hips. Hux was doing his best to keep his face straight, but he knew what was coming and he knew no one ever thought to prepare him for that. 

He was the First Order General, he knew how to whistand any kind of tortures. 

Well, except that. 

"I'll not tell you anything, you Resistance scum!" He said, spitting on standing by Fin. 

"You sure, Ginger?" Poe asked, moving his eyebrows suggestively. "Our girl seems to be in quite a joyful mood." 

Rey only smiled wider, this time choosing to use her own hands to tickle Hux neck and sides. 

And oh, oh how Hux screamed! His high pitched voice and involuntary jumps were something none of the trio would ever forget. 

In a matter of minutes, Hux was crying, trying not to choke and laugh at the same time. He was in a state even worse than Ren, and just after first ten minutes. 

"Don't worry, Fin" Poe whispered to his friend when they decided to go for the refreshments and possibly popcorn. "Rey's gonna break them"

"I know," Fin laughed slightly. "I'm just worried what's gonna happen to us when she finds out tickling is also a form of showing affection." 

Poe considerably paled.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

We clawed, we chained, our hearts in vain

We jumped, never asking why

We kissed, I fell under your spell

A love no one could deny

I came in like a wrecking ball

I never hit so hard in love

All I wanted was to break your walls

All you ever did was wreck me

Yeah, you, you wreck me

While driving to work this morning I heard the song on radio, it was a cover of the original "wrecking ball" by miley cyrus and Aaammbbeeerrrrrrrrrr!!!! All I think of was our Little one. She loved Alpha Steve so hard and so deep, my heart bleeds for her. The impact of Steve’s decision will break her and she and Steve won't be able to mend that part of her heart. She won't be able to trust Steve completely without fearing that he'd break her heart again. Even if she'd forgive him, I think she won't trust him. It will take long and Steve will have to be patient enough for her to trust him like before. My heart breaks for both of them but Steve is an idiot in love, let's just agree on that. Where's the adult way of dealing with things?? Where's the communication?? Dear Steve, in future if little one ever decide to hook up with you, she should not let you cum, nothing is worse than a half ass orgasm.😂 that's your punishment Stevie.

Ahhh, never say never baby!

But you are right that his choice destroyed her, made her loose a part of that trust they had for each other. But maybe it can be stronger then before, who knows.

Steve is gonna have to prove it though before she is gonna let him back in. Communication is key, something they obviously need to work on. Damn you Steve- I guess we can go with that He was a good man, but far from perfect.

Oh imagine how that would go down.

"Little One." Steve growls from underneath you, his teeth bared and glaring at you, his eyes flashing from their usual sharp blue to a wild beast yellow as the Alpha is simmering so close, barely holding out.

You smirk above him, your nails giving him light scratches that make his coiled body shiver. Down his chest and over his belly while you squeeze your pussy around his cock, but refuse to move.

You know what this is costing him, the way his body is so close to snapping his hips up and into you, pound himself deeper till you are begging to be filled with his spend. But he wont move an inch because you told him not to.

"Yes Alpha?" You purr at him, running your hands back up his body till your laying over him, rubbing yourself against him in a rather feline way. His hands clench into the sheets beneath him, another order from you. He wasn't allowed to touch you.

"You are playing a very dangerous game." He snapped at you, daring you to let him go. You planted your hands near his head, arching your body up his till you were just barely holding his cock's head inside of you, your arousal dripping down him, making you all that more tempting, your body weeping for him.

"Am I Steve? Here I thought you told me I was to use you however I wanted." Your own Little Wolf flashed in your eyes, possesive over her mate's pleasure and satisfaction. Your tongue lashed over his neck, biting against your bonding mark with a snarl warning him that you weren't ready to let him go, not yet anyways.

With a twist of your head to meet his wanting mouth, a filthy kiss stealing any retaliating words he had, you slammed yourself down, impaling yourself on his cock and pushing up to ride him, bouncing till you felt him harder underneath you, bringing him to the edge again while he looked feral under you, but still kept his promise to let you have all the control.

You would give it to him, soon. But right now, you were in charge and Steve would submit to you as his tribute to you.

His Omega, his wild untameable mate.

Now imagine she gets off and then she is like "Nah Steve, you don't get to this time. Maybe next time."

[sor-vette]

The Bandaid {drabble}

"Hey," he rasps, meeting your gaze. "I missed you."

• type: Yoongi x reader, Hoseok x reader • genre/about: angst • tagging: @moon-write; @introlxv; @pinkcherrybombs; • w/c: 660

• masterlist • a/n: this was sitting in my drafts, someone *cough* apparently forgot to post this :[

It's not like Yoongi meant for this to happen. Or wanted for this to happen. Or intended for this to happen. He wasn't involved in any of this until suddenly he was and from then on out he tried to stay away. He tried so hard. If only you knew how brutally he fought. He moved away for a while, he led a life that was without you. A whole year entirely on his own, with no communication of you, no pictures, no voice messages, not even a mention of your name on his lips. Nothing. Cold turkey. Yoongi never believed in gradual quitting. Better rip the bandaid right off, right? Why wait? Except he had ripped it off but you still held on, transformed into an injury that didn't stop oozing, that didn't stop bleeding and when he returned it was like nothing had changed.

Nothing had changed.

You were still Hoseok's girlfriend.

And you still loved each other very, very much. Maybe even more so. Yeah, the only thing that changed, if it did, is that you and Hoseok were even more solid. What a fine fucking picture.

Yoongi walks into his own greeting back party and finds that you're sitting warm cheeked and sleepy in Namjoon's overgrown lawn. He wants to run, run away again or perhaps just brush you off with a single, curt "hi" but he's been deprived of you for over a year, his legs move on their own and his mouth spills its secrets without a halt.

"Hey," he rasps, meeting your gaze. "I missed you."

"We missed you too, Yoongi."

"Yeah, it's so nice to finally be remembered!"

"Ah, is that what it takes?! A whole year of abandonment for us to finally get some affection?!"

The only person who doesn't hound him is you. You merely look on, with a gentle smile, inclining your wine glass in a mute greeting. You're very alike that way. Both quiet, both the "intimidating" people of the group, the wonderers, the depressed bastards and tired old people that left the table early to go get some peace and quiet. He sometimes wonders how did you and Hoseok get along at all to even begin to date.

But then as he absent-mindedly chews on his pork belly he stops pondering. The way Hoseok was looking at you with a bright smile, burning like thousand suns and glimmering with joy, his hand on your thigh and your head on his shoulder. The answer is simple but somehow still hard to fathom for his brain - you both loved each other, the cheesy "grow till our old", the overdramatic "you're my soulmate and I'll find you in every life". You were different but you matched, you provided what the other one needed, and you could deal with what the other one struggled with. The thing is Yoongi could understand you and you could understand him but neither of you could help the other - he wouldn't say "I love you" and neither would you, you could only sit watching the same flaws in each other's eyes without being able to work through with them.

Yoongi knows this, and he wants to die with all of this, all this love he has for you. He wishes to wither with this knowledge, to choke on all the unsaid sentiments, half wondering who would bite the dust first - this misguided affection or he himself. To no one's surprise, he retires early.

"Goodnight," he wishes quietly, meeting your gaze then hastily averting his eyes away, lest you see too much.

He clinically needs to quit, but it's hard when one doesn't want to. And instead of ripping the bandaid, he finds himself sticking it once again to his flesh, the glue all but disappeared but he clings on to that vain hope that maybe this time his once again transformed bandaid will be reunited with him.

But if the sparkly ring on your finger which he notices upon leaving is any indication, it will not.

© sor-vette, 2022

[sassanoe]

His Present, Her Future

Thomas Sharpe

Masterlist  [2]

Thomas Sharpe was a brilliant man, who with his sister, was leading a horrible life. What do they do when a girl from the future comes to the past. Working on a teleporter is all she was doing, a little tinkering, the portal opened with a wormhole. Sucking the young inventor in along with some of her stuff from the lab, she screamed, reaching for her older brother. "Daniel!"

The same portal opened in Allerdale Hall, in front of Lucille and Thomas Sharpe, with his wife, Edith Cushing. They all were shocked when a woman was on their floor when it closed with things around her. The woman slowly sat up, looking around, when she saw the three, her brows furrowed. "I am not in 2021 anymore." She got up and dusted her lab coat off.

"Who are you, and where did you come from?" The older woman asked. Walking towards the small group, she held her hand out. "Aurora Banks, a pleasure to meet you." She smiled brightly. "As well I come from the future. A future I need to get back to." When no one shook her hand, she put it back down, a little uncomfortable now. The other younger woman stepped forward first, "Edith Cushing, or well, Edith Sharpe now. My husband, Thomas, and his sister Lucille." Aurora smiled, taking notice of the twitch Lucille had, "Lovely to meet you, Edith, Thomas, and Lucille."

"When will you be leaving?" Lucille asked, "Well, hopefully soon, that is if my brother fixes my time machine, though being honest, it will more than likely be a moment." Lucille rolled her eyes and left. Watching this Thomas boy run after her. "Lucille!" He called. Aurora looked to Edith, "So, what now?" Edith smiled and took her hand, asking many questions, most of her answers being, "I don't believe I should answer that."

Later the same evening, Aurora was sitting in Thomas's chair in his little work area, working on her phone and watch. Thomas came in quietly when the watch sparks, "Shit!" She jumped up, holding her wrist. "Fucking piece of shit, watch! Why did I ever fucking make you!" She growled at the watch as she shook her hand out. His eyes widened slightly, such a vulgar mouth for a woman. She huffed and took her lab coat off, revealing a long-sleeve off the shoulder white crop-top with high-waisted jeans and knee-high boots. Thomas looked her attire over, amazed at what she had on.

She took a deep breath in, "What would Daniel do? Hey Google, play that's how you know from the enchanted soundtrack." When the song came on, she smiled, getting back to work singing softly. Thomas was shocked at the small device having the sound come out of it, "How do you know he loves you? How do you know he's yours? Well, does he leave a little note to tell you, you are on his mind? Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey? Hey, he'll find a new way to show you a little bit every day, that's how you know, that's how you know, he's your love..."

She did a small spin then screamed, falling to the floor when she saw Thomas. "Good god! How long have you been standing there! That is so fucking weird!" "I didn't mean to startle you. I apologize." He held his hand out to help her up. She took it, standing, glaring at him slightly. "So, did you need something? Judging by how your sister speaks to me, I'm trying to leave and quick." At that, he frowned, "I apologize for my sister. She shouldn't have been so cold." "Yeah, she seems to not like other women." Aurora sassed. "She doesn't." He sighed. 

Sitting back down, she got back to work as Thomas stood behind her asking questions. The two slowly got closer, spending the rest of the evening together laughing and smiling until Lucille came in. "Thomas, I have been looking everywhere for you." She huffed, walking over to him quickly and pulling him to her. Thomas looked to Aurora, worried slightly. "I've been helping Aurora with her things, such as what she calls her phone." he said softly, "Oh, I could also help with your machine that is digging clay." He smiled brightly, and he broke away from his sister. 

"Really? How? What do you think would help?" He immediately started firing off questions. Aurora giggled, taking his hand pulling him closer. She showed him her ideas she sketched out in his journal. "I apologize for using your journal without asking. I just needed to draw and write things down before I forgot." He shook his head, smiling, "It is no issue. It's truly fascinating how you know so much for a woman." She glared at him slightly and hit his chest. "Where I'm from, those are fighting words." She joked, "I-I didn't mean them as an insult. I'm truly sorry-" He rushed out, making her smile, "Thomas, I'm joking with you."

Lucille glared at the two before storming downstairs to Edith. "Edith, I think she is trying to steal Thomas from you." Edith laughed lightly, "I'm sure she isn't. I'm sure he is just excited to have someone who likes inventing like him." Edith brushed it off. An hour later, Aurora and Thomas came down. Thomas leads her to a room for the night, "I bid you goodnight, Aurora." He kissed her hand, making the young woman blush. "Good night, Thomas." She smiled and closed the bedroom door.

Thomas went to Edith and Lucille. "I showed her a room for the night." "How kind, Thomas." Lucille snapped. Edith smiled at her husband. "I will be heading to bed, Thomas." Edith got up and kissed his cheek before going to her room. Lucille took Thomas's hand, leading him to the attic. Pushing him onto the bed, she climbed into his lap. "You love me, right?" "Yes, of course." "Good." She kissed him, pushing him back.

The next morning Thomas and Lucille came downstairs from the attic. When they got to the main entrance, they saw Aurora coming back in. "Is she wearing your clothes?" Lucille asked, her voice sounding more like a growl. Thomas looked Aurora over, not minding the outfit. She had one of his button-ups on but not buttoned all the way, revealing something covering her breast, his overalls, pants, and a pair of Edith's shoes on. Her hair was up, messily. "She looks like a tramp." Lucille huffed.

Aurora looked up, hearing a voice, "Oh, Thomas!" She smiled brightly up at the man. "I had a look at your machine. Come! Come!" She waved him over, he smiled, rushing down the stairs. "Thomas!" Lucille snapped. He stopped and looked back, but Aurora took his hand and dragged him outside. "Ignore her, come on." Once outdoors, Aurora looked at him and found hickey's on his neck. "Thomas!" She smacked his arm playfully, "You got some!" She laughed, "I beg your pardon." "You got laid?" He still looked confused, "You had sex, fucked someone, what do you want me to say made love?" He looked away, "What? Is it that bad?" He opened his mouth then closed it.

"Thomas, what's wrong?" She asked, immediately concerned. "Is it Lucille?" He wouldn't look at her, and she furrowed her brows. Edith wasn't up yet, her room was next to Aurora's, and Thomas came from upstairs with Lucille. "Oh my god. You fucked Lucille?" She whispered to him. He snapped his head to her, shocked, "How did you?" "Edith isn't up yet, and I would have heard her moans as my room is next to hers." Thomas looked ashamed, and it clicked. "You didn't want to..." Aurora said softly.

Over the next few weeks, she was closer to finishing her teleporter, and Thomas had confided in her. The two attached at the hip, Lucille hated it.

Lucille had been storming the grounds looking for him, "Thomas!" She screamed. Thomas and Aurora were in the attic, working away from Lucille. "So this is how people communicate in the future?" Aurora hummed, continuing to work as he leaned over her shoulder. When she looks up to speak to him, she stopped staring into his eyes, not realizing he was this close. Both stared at each other for a few seconds, when Thomas started to lean closer, "May I kiss you?" His lips brushed against hers as he whispered, "I would be insulted if you didn't." She responded before he kissed her deeply. She stood, pulling him closer. He was quick to walk them backward until he sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap.

He broke away from the kiss, "Are you sure about this?" She panted, "Yes, that is if you want to still." He grinned and kissed her as his answer. The two quickly work to remove her top. She sat before him now in her bra, and immediately she pulled at his shirt. "Off." She huffed and bit at his neck, pushing up against him. He groaned, quickly pulling off his button-up. "Thomas..." She panted when he started to bite at her neck, "Thomas!" Both froze, "L-Lucille." Aurora didn't move, nor did Thomas. "You slut!" She screamed at Aurora, coming towards the two with a knife making them jump up and move away.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" She screamed at Lucille, backing away. Thomas quickly stood in front of her, "Lucille, leave her alone." "Why so you can fuck her too behind my back!" She sneered. Aurora tried to step past Thomas, but he pushed her back slightly, slowly walking to Lucille. "Lucille, calm down." He said softly, but Lucille stabbed him, shoving him to the side. "Thomas!" Aurora yelled before going after Lucille and tackling her to the ground. Lucille slashed at her cutting her cheek and arm. Aurora quickly got the upper hand and straddled her, pinning her hands to the ground, letting her struggle and wiggle. She squeezed her wrist until she let go of the knife before quickly holding both wrists in one hand. After hitting her once, she let go of her wrist, using both fists to hit Lucille till she was knocked out cold and bloody.

Aurora stood huffing and bleeding before rushing over to Thomas to check over his wound, "Hey, you're okay." She said softly, leaving soft kisses over his face. Quickly she went and grabbed his shirt, ripping it, and tying it on his arm. "It's small. You'll be okay." She kept her words soft then started to look over the room. When she found a rope, she quickly put Lucille in the chair and tied her to it. She got Thomas up and left the room. "You fought her." He said, confused. "I wasn't gonna let her get away with hurting you," Aurora said with a huff. When they got to his room, she went into the bathroom and got stuff to clean his wound.

"I love you." He said when she came back. She smiled sadly, sitting next to him. "I love you too, but Thomas, this is your present. I don't belong here. You'll find someone else to love just as much, maybe even more." He frowned, "Why can't you just stay, or I go with you?" She gently cupped his cheek, "Thomas, you're needed here with Edith, and my brother needs me. We have responsibilities." She spoke as if talking to a child. "Then we can run away from here." She kissed him gently, "No, running." She patched him up, then crawling into his lap and clinging to him. "I'll miss you." She said softly.

He tilted her chin and kissed her, "May I have you for tonight?" He asked softly, "Yes." She said back. The two slowed down, being sweet and soft, watching out for the other's wounds. The next morning she awoke before him, getting dressed quickly in the clothes she came in and going over to his desk. She wrote him a letter and kissed it, spraying a bit of her perfume on it. She went back upstairs, grabbing her things from his workspace and the attic. Lucille was still out cold.

Quickly making her way back downstairs to his room, she came in as he slowly woke, "Aurora?" "Good-bye, Thomas." She kissed him one final time. He pulled her closer, and she broke this kiss. Quickly she left the room. It took him a second to process what she said before quickly pulling on pants and a top chasing after her. She didn't tell him she had found a way home days ago. She didn't want to leave him, but she had to.

When he came to the stairs, she had opened the portal. "You can't leave me!" He yelled, trying to get to her, he ran faster. When she started to walk through, he pulled her back, kissing her passionately. "Please don't, don't leave." He clung to her. "Thomas, this is the best for both of us." She said softly. "I'll find a way to you." He said quickly, "I have no doubt you will see me again." She kissed him again before pushing away, looking at him one last time. "I love you." Right as she stepped through, "I love you too." He said.

She was gone, never for him to see her again. Going back to his bedroom, he found the letter.

Dear Thomas,

I'm writing this to tell you that I love you. You're my first thought in the morning, and I hold you in my last breath in the evening. I need you more and more each day, like an addiction of some sort. It's an addiction I would never want to fix. You listened when I sobbed, and you watched me when I laughed. But, most importantly, you were accepting of a girl out of time. For this, you worked wonders. I'd never looked for a relationship or love. It simply fell into my lap. I'd never change anything. I'm glad you were my first love. So thank you for showing me love and allowing me to show you what love is, not the twisted kind of love your sister showed you. Now, you must be strong and help Edith. I hope you live a long life, have lots of kids, and are happy. Maybe, one day we will meet again.

Love,

       Aurora

Should I do a part two? If you think I should leave a comment I'll tag you in it.

[honey-and-strawberry]

Demons (A Glimpse)

An OT7 MX Vampire x Spellcaster AU

Warning (for this piece): smut, swearing, jealousy, blood, marking, semi public, oral (male receiving), rough sex (but protected 👍🏼)

Named OC (May) paired with Wonho (written as Hoseok)

Word count: 1.5k

It’s been five days since my first interaction with these men and I never felt so powerful. I know this vitality ritual was supposed to be intense, but I didn’t expect to feel so...unstoppable.

Stocking the shelves with spellbooks, I skim through titles, hoping to find something on patrons. There’s a book on communicating with devils, no. A book on gifting through the law of nature, no. Come on, there has to be a book. It’s not like I can research this on the internet! My coworker, Derek, notices me distracted and taps on the shelf to get my attention, making me jump.

“Got some demons with you, May?” he casually laughs, unaware of my situation. Don’t get me started. I roll my eyes at the question.

“I wouldn’t say demons, but there are definitely some energies at my place” I mumble, continue stocking.

“Need a cleansing spell? A protection spell?” Derek offers. It’s not that I want to get rid of these...energies. I just need to see if there are resources for patron bonds. I got marked and I need to see how these relationships work.

“No, it’s not that, I want to see what the sacred texts have to say about patron bonds” I sigh.

“I’d be careful with those, once you’re bound, it could be impossible to break it” he warns. Thanks for being five days too late with that information, Derek. I try to reach for the top shelf to restock the spellbooks on conjuring. Derek lifts me by my waist to give me a couple of more inches of height, letting me slip the book between the others. He puts me down and I immediately step away from him. We may be work friends, but I’m not ok with contact like that without asking. The mark in the nape of my neck stings. I’m used to a pinch, but now it’s a sting? What’s different? Wait, where are they? It’s daylight, how could they be out? I’ll go find them and tell them to leave, I’m at work! I look over my shoulder, hoping they’re not right behind me, posing as a customer.

“Could you help me with the crystals, if you have a second?” Derek asks.

“Yes, but first, I’m going to see if there are some books in the back” I nod. I keep my eyes peeled as I go to the back room. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to come to my work. Would they?

I go to the back room, nothing out of the ordinary. This must be a fluke.

The second I’m clear inside the room, the door slams shut and locks simultaneously. The light shuts off, leaving me blind. A hand grabs my wrist and pulls me further into the room. I’m dragged to sit down on a chest that I assume holds charms. Out of fear, I breathe a spell of telekinesis to flick the lights back on. It’s Hoseok?! He’s alone? And he looks...pissed. He stands before me, arms crossed, huffing. I never saw him mad before, but I’d be a liar if I said this didn’t make him look ten times more attractive. His pecks are looking extra perky today. There’s a little pout in his mouth. His eyes say disappointed, but his lips say whiny.

“What are you doing here?” I bark for answers, crossing my legs.

“I came here to see you” Hoseok rolls his eyes. “And it seems like you already have someone grabbing your attention”. Oh my goodness, is he jealous of Derek? Gross.

“You mean my coworker?” I scoff. He tightens the grip around his waist. Ew, he is jealous.

“It’s cute that you’re jealous, but I’m at work” I giggle. He gasps.

“I’m not jealous” he exclaims. Oh? You’re not jealous? Let’s see about that.

“You didn’t like how he lifted me, did you?” I tease. Hoseok deeply inhales. I stand up, putting my hands on his strong shoulders covered by a loose t-shirt. One touch and I’m already shivering for more. The last time I put my hands on his shoulders like this, he’s railing me in the shower. He doesn’t even have to touch me and I’m weak for him.

“You didn’t like that he touched me?” I baby talk, pouting my lip for emphasis. He licks the tip of his fangs, keeping full eye contact. I take my finger and outline his plump lips. He’s cold to the touch, but it cools my boiling hot skin. Standing on my tippy-toes, I try to get closer to eye level with him.

“You know I’m yours” I whisper. I kiss his cheek as I purposely prick my finger on a fang. A drop of blood falls onto his bottom lip. The pupils of his eyes slowly dilate. He’s almost as easy as I am.

“Fuck” he murmurs.

“Take what’s yours” I whisper in his ear. He came here for me, right? Why would I disappoint him? A devilish thought springs in my head. I know how to make his visit worthwhile.

“Sit down” I seductively breathe. I guide him to the chest. He looks up at me in awe, amused by me taking control.

I get on my knees, pulling his tight jeans to his knees. His cock is already hard, suffocating in his boxer briefs. A condom falls from his jeans pocket. I look up at him, a single eyebrow arched.

“You must have been really hungry if you thought coming to my work was a smart idea” I chuckle.

“I-I” Hoseok attempts an explanation. I free his cock from his underwear, pumping a couple of times, some precum already dripping. He’s already moaning. I squeeze my finger that got pricked to bleed.

“Suck my finger” I direct, rubbing some blood on his tongue. The second his lips wrap around my finger, I bob down to take his tip into my mouth. Teasing with my tongue, I lightly kiss his tip. His thighs flex from the contact, his eyes shut closed, hands grabbing the corners of the chest. I take my hand off his shaft and rub his thigh to relax. He sucks generously as I glide my tongue along his length. He’s holding back, I know he can do more. Now that I lubed his cock with my tongue, I take all of him. He’s definitely one of the girthiest of the group, next to Jooheon. He bites down on my finger when my lips touch the base. There he is. My tongue rubs the underside of his cock as I lift my head, till his tip is at my lips. I get a rhythm bobbing my head, the faster I go, the harder he sucks my finger. The wetter my mouth, the more he moans. His breathing is getting heavier and heavier. I can’t have him cum yet, I want him to stay hard! I pull away from his cock, unleashing a whiny Hoseok I never seen before.

“Fuck me” I growl, grabbing the condom from the floor. Taking my finger back is going to be impossible. He pulls me up and strips me out of my jeans and panties, I kick the clothing aside. Taking the condom from me, he wraps himself so the finger could stay in his mouth. Hugging me in his arms, he does a swift smack on my ass, making me pleasantly yelp. I mount his lap, positioning myself over him. He hums something indescribable. Hands holding my ass, he lifts me and takes us to the door. The first thrust makes me feel the rush of adrenaline I was waiting for. I let out a moan deep from my diaphragm. Spitting out my finger, Hoseok latches onto my neck, no warning before biting. He’s feeling the adrenaline too. With each powerful thrust, I can feel my muscles get stronger. The sounds of wet skin slapping and mouth slurping fills the room, I don’t even care if my coworkers could hear it. He’s getting sloppy in drinking, I can feel a streak going down underneath my shirt. His hands shift to my hips, digging his nails, nearly puncturing skin. He slams me down as he thrusts upward, hitting me harder than I’m used to. I love it, but I need to be careful in case he goes feral. No one is here to save me if he does.

“Fuck, Hoseok” I scream. I’m close and he knows it, I usually cum pretty quick with him. His pace quickens, but keeps the same intensity.

“Please let me cum” I whine to myself. His chuckling tickles my neck. One of his hands reaches over to my clit and rubs vigorous circles with his thumb. I come undone, letting out a whale of a moan. My skin tingles, feeling like glitter sparkles. He’s not done, no no. I stopped him from cumming before, he’s going to make me regret it. He hammers into me, making me ache from the slam. That man is not going to let me walk, is he. One more mighty thrust and he holds me still. A little mewl escapes his mouth before he unlatches from my neck.

“Y-you” he pants. I softly shush him so he can catch his breath, his head nuzzling my chest. From his mouth to all the way down his neck is covered in my blood. It’s a little worrisome knowing he drank so much, he wasn’t so gluttonous before.

“I’m sorry I was jealous, baby” Hoseok breaths. “I didn’t want some guy to have a taste”.

(Edit courtesy of @uh0paque)

[sheena-isa-punkrocker]

SW OC SPECIES: YAGUARI PART 2/?

((idk how many of these ill end up doing lol but bear with me

as always i don't want people's dash clogged up with super long posts so there is a read more here))

YAGUARI SOCIETY

They are a community based society. They look out for one another and place importance on the community as a whole.

It is extremely common for families to have multiple generations living in one household.

Yaguari do not have gender roles like humans do. They do not believe there is such a thing as “women’s duties” or “men’s duties”. They view both genders as equal. Transgender and intersex people are viewed as close to the divine since their creator god is both male and female.

Majority of Yaguari are monogamous but the ones that live in the desert regions have poly marriages/relationships. The reason why the majority of Yaguari are monogamous is because it is believed that when two people are married they “share a breath” with one another as part of their vows. The two betrothed gently hold each other's faces close to one another and breathe into each other’s mouths. This is symbolic of two souls becoming one. Couples of the same gender can marry as well.

Divorce is looked down upon for the most part. When a couple is married they become one soul and to separate would be to take apart that soul. Reasons for divorce such as rape, sexual assault, abuse of any kind to their spouse or children are viewed as viable reasons for divorce but separation due to irreconcilable differences is not granted.

Yaguari aim to have many children in their families. It is unusual for a couple to have only one or two kids. Couples are encouraged to have children as it is part of the life cycle. They are accepting of adopted children into families and treat them as they would their biological ones. They might be a little apprehensive of non-Yaguari adopted children at first but they eventually take them in as their own just the same.

Couples that are childless are viewed as odd. If the couple cannot physically produce children then they are heavily encouraged to adopt. If the couple made the decision to never have kids, they are looked down upon because they are breaking the life cycle.

Children are watched obviously by their families but also by their community. It is every adult’s responsibility to look after a child that is in their care no matter if they are related or not. Because of this, children call people that are not their mother or father “aunt” or “uncle” out of respect for them. Yaguari typical call an adult their “uncle” or “aunt” but if the person that is taking care of them is a teenager or a young adult then they are called “cousin”.

Schooling is given to every child by law. Education in the Yaguari school system teaches the basics and of course about their religion and history. After their formal education, teens choose what career they want to be in. They go into apprenticeships for the career they choose, (i.e. blacksmith apprenticeship, acolytes for priesthood, combat training for warrior, etc.) It is not uncommon for a Yaguari to have had multiple different jobs within their lifetime since their lifespans are extremely long. If a Yaguari has had the same job for most of their lifetime then they are just viewed as devoted to their work and it is an admirable trait.

YAGUARI WARRIOR

A Yaguari’s fighting style is ruthless and bloody. They are officially taught combat in their late teen years (after their education has ended).

The warrior is taught to dismember their victims, strike major artery points to make their opponents bleed profusely, and behead them. They are also taught to be agile and to change their fighting style on whim to keep their opponent on their toes (see here change in fighting style connects to change = next stage = next cycle). They are also taught to claw their victims. Their jaws are said to be powerful enough to snap a bone. One of the most notorious moves of a Yaguari warrior is to bite their opponent’s neck so hard that they die from blood loss.

Top warriors before a battle take a sacrificial animal, bleed it to death and place their fingers in the blood to mark their faces from forehead to tongue to chin. They do this because they are gaining the life force from the animal as a blessing from their gods for the battle. During the battle, the other warriors make their opponents bleed and mark themselves the same way with the enemy’s blood. This is symbolic of taking the enemy’s life force or abilities and storing it into the Yaguari warrior.

Warriors are noticeable in their society because they wear their iconic gold torc necklace. Their torcs are made of a gold-like material, not super heavy but still has some weight to it. The torc has inscribed images on it that are representative of the merits that a warrior earns in their career. Some warriors hand carve these symbols themselves or they go to a goldsmith for help. This torc is highly prized and is a symbol of status. It sells extremely high on the black market on other planets and systems. Though the trick is, to obtain a Yaguari’s torc is to kill them and a warrior is notoriously hard to take down.

Warriors are taught to keep fighting their opponent till their dying breath. They are taught not to stop if they are injured or even have a limb missing. The belief is if you are still breathing than you can still fight.

OTHER CAREERS

Being a warrior is not the only career option although it is deemed as the most honorable, prestigious one. The next career that is viewed just as highly is priesthood. This is because they are viewed as being close to the divine beings and divine realm. They are the ones taking care of the temple, performing ritual sacrifices, officiants at weddings and funerals, other ceremonies for the gods, performing bloodletting rituals, etc. Priests can be any gender, marry and have children.

Another career that Yaguari view in a good light is the farmer/rancher because they are close to nature and provide food for the community.

There are numerous other careers in their society just like any other culture. It is a belief that everyone’s place in society is important yet there are some people that think some careers are better than others.

[kewltie]

sex pollen bakudeku but like, less sexy? bakudeku getting hit by a villain's quirk that leaves both hot, bothered, and sex-addled. immediately wanting to crawl all over each other, bkdk lunge at each other in a heated embrace, grabby hands and forceful thrust until katsuki stops.

face flushed, he draws back enough that izuku makes a painful whine. "n-no, we're not doing it like this," katsuki asserts. they're in public. midtown and daylight outside where hundreds of eyes on them. there are cellphones out too, someone probably live tweeting it right the fuck now: are Ground Zero and Deku are exhibitionists???

"i dont care. i just want you," izuku insists, reaching for katsuki once more but katsuki puts his hand out between them to stop him.

katsuki shakes his head. body shaking with a cocktail of want and desire. "no," he says firmly, even as fire scorches through his bloodstream. "when we do this it's for real, no excuses, no fucked up villain made us do it. you understand? i dont want our first time to be some public demonstration but just us." he clenches down on the sudden and rapid urge to fall over all izuku and wrecks him. "you deserve to have that."

"oh, kacchan," izuku breathes, hiccuping through overwhelming emotions.

katsuki kills another burst of heat blossoming within him as izuku's eyes start to water with happy tears but he wants to make him cry for a whole another reason now. fuck. resisting deku is going to the hardest thing he'd ever done.

they'd been dancing around each other for too long to have some dumbass villain fucked it up. when they fuck it's going to be on a proper bed, no eyes on them, and certainly no stupid quirk that made them do it. it'll be just them, the bed, and whole lot of pent up UST to work out. not that they're helping each other by their inability to keep their hands to themselves right now and even if katsuki make up all that declaration of intent HE CANT STOP THE WANT and DESIRE FROM SPILLING OVER, but just in the nick of time backups arrive to pull them apart. Thank fuck for that.

if they were a sec too late, katsuki would have izuku stripped, under him, and get them both arrested for public indecency. it took like eight ppl to put izuku down, which is two more people than katsuki WHICH ADMITTEDLY HURT HIS PRIDE A LIL BIT, but both of them were a handful to wrestle to submission in the end lol.

they are both taken and drag to a containment facility that deal with this kind of quirk related accident which is apparently a thing when you’re heroes and commonly get exposed to other ppl’s quirk. there's no actual antidote for this kind thing except waiting it out and it's going to be at least 24hrs before they behave coherently. it would be easy if it wasn't THEM, Ground Zero and Deku, No. 2 and 1 hero respectively. they're both top ranking heroes with powerful quirks and notorious for their battle prowess and all they want right the fuck now is each other. the entire world is not ready to deal with that lol. so they are going to be place in separate extremely secured room to keep them apart

 except it's not enough.

"gimme all your quirk suppression cuffs, the fucking best you got, 'cause if you give me a single chance, i'll break out and you won't be able to stop me from getting to deku," katsuki says, blood humming with unquenchable desire. "nobody can stop me then."

which alarm all the officials at the facility so they just throw all these suppression gears they have on him. same with izuku but he SAYS IT MORE NICELY. it's steely calm and soft, the kind that you dont think he's just sec away from punching a hole through the wall to get to katsuki but the smile he offers up to the ppl on his side of things, is sharp and full of bite like he knows he can kick all their ass and is preventing himself from doing it out OF SHEER WILL even though he wants, he wants so BAD. it's absolutely terrifying so they quickly obey his request.

beside that, like some kind of telepathically hive mind that bkdk both share because they been partners too fucking damn long,  so they both want to be locked away next to each other because if they can't SHARE THE SAME SPACE then at least close enough that they know the other is there. for a pair of sex pollen/lust quirk induced individual they are both terrifyingly professional and competent individual who has enough sense to order themselves be locked up and away from each other despite all they want to do is fucked each other up against every available surfaces, the world be damn.

they're both deposit in completely sealed chamber with reinforced steel walls. there's a huge thick barrier b/t them, separating them from each other but even with chains and cuffed, katsuki drags himself to the wall that keeping them apart. he knows without a doubt that izuku is on the other side of it and hates and rages spill forth because HE WANTS TO TEAR IT DOWN.

he can't even drum up any power in his quirk with all these suppressors on him, but THAT DOESNT STOP HIM FROM PUNCHING IT TILL his knuckles bleed and his hands start to hurt. while izuku on the other side is clawing at the wall with feverish pitch heat that his nails are bloody. the officials who are stuck monitoring these two are SWEATING WITH WORRY AND FEAR because fuck of couse these two heroes WOULDN'T LET A GODDAMN WALL AND THEIR INABILITY TO USE THEIR QUIRK TO STOP THEM. so one of them got the bright idea to connect communication to both side to calm the two down.

"k-kacchan?"

katsuki stops, the skin on his knuckles are tearing apart and he’s bleeding but he doesn't feel any pain because all he sees, hears, smells, is deku, deku, deku, deku on the other side. deku is all he want and nothing can--but IT IS DEKU'S VOICE over the speaker.

"are you there? i--i miss you," izuku says softly over the speaker of katsuki’s locked room.

"yea, im here. ‘m here," katsuki says, dropping his head against the wall in along shaky exhale like he can reach out and touch izuku. he cant see him or feel him right now, but his voice is enough to calm the firestorm in katsuki's body. "talk to me, lemme hear your voice, sweetheart."

Even if it’s just putting a bandaid over the giant gaping wound in his chest, this is fine. Izuku’s voice is just enough to soothe him. He can bear it for now. He can bear anything as long as he gets to have Izuku later when they’re both coherent and can consent to what they want with no fucking lust quirk pushing them to do it and that they can willingly say this is WHAT THEY WANT, THIS IS WHO I *CHOSE*. So yea, FUCK THIS DUMB QUIRK because nobody, nothing is going to force Katsuki to do anything he doesn’t want to do and even though he wants Izuku badly he’ll never settle for anything like this shitty quirk force them into it.

They want this, want us each other and when they finally get their hand on each other it’s going to be on their own term!!

[lightsonparkave]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LIGHTS ON PARK AVE! WE’RE OFFICIALLY A ONE-YEAR-OLD BABY (our birthday was on the 22nd). Join the celebrations by submitting a work! There’s one week left until Round 12 closes on August 31, and you have 80 prompts to choose from. There are no minimum work requirements or limit to how many works you can submit.

Not sure you can finish your work in time? Little messages are great presents too. What has the past year of Lights on Park Ave been like for you? Do you have a favorite prompt or round? A favorite LoPA work? Want to make a rec list of your favorites or wax poetic and show some love for a specific work and/or creator? Go for it. Let the Steve/Tony community know! The LoPA askbox is open or if you want to make your own Tumblr post or tweet, you can mention @lightsonparkave or tag #lightsonparkave. Whatever method you choose, I’ll make sure to share your message/post on here and Twitter.

Or maybe you’re not up to making anything this time. In that case, let’s take a walk down memory lane. Here are all 46 Lights on Park Ave works for previous rounds.

ART

3490 & 616

A comparison between 616 Civil War and universe 3490 where the war was averted by the marriage of Steve Rogers and Natasha Stark - @jarvisuanddumetoo​

ANY UNIVERSE

A framed portrait of a smiling Tony, drawn and signed by Steve - @hundredthousands

Steve steals his husband’s helmet and gives his king a springtime crown - @starksnack

AU

Tin soldier Steve and ballerina Tony dancing - @jarvisuanddumetoo

BATTLEWORLD

Steve watching Tony flying in on the battlefield - @thingexplainer

MCU

Old Steve holding flowers and seeing a blue butterfly after Tony’s death - @hundredthousands

So much of life feels like drowning... but when I’m with you my troubles recede like waves on the shore - @jarvisuanddumetoo

Stranger Things AU where Steve is the one who was experimented on in a lab and doesn’t understand pop culture and Tony is the guy with no powers who is still doing his best to fight these weird new aliens - @jarvisuanddumetoo

Steve and a dandelion that represents him weathering all his hardships over the years - @jarvisuanddumetoo

Tony on fire and Steve’s reaction - @jarvisuanddumetoo

Steve crying while holding Tony’s helmet after Tony’s funeral - @noririna

I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You’re a hero. - @starksnack

ULTIMATES

Steve and Tony leaving marks on each other’s bodies that are only visible in the dark - @sirsapling Ults Steve and Tony are tragically bound to one another. They can always feel the trace of each others hands, it leaves an invisible mark they will cary with them till there is nothing left. Only a ghost of something lost in the chaos of the past.

FIC

1872

Say My Name - @citsiurtlanu Steve reminds Tony that there's more to him than the war his weapons were used in.

616

Snow Day - @captainneverever The Avengers think that Steve and Tony got engaged at the annual holiday party. It’s news to Steve and Tony.

Kiss me rough before you go - erde Tony is dying. His life is slipping away and Steve wants to be better than this, but he can't quite manage the feat. Tony's war has made a bitter man out of him, a lesser man.

Boys, boys, boys - Missy_dee811 (@viudanegraaa) (AU) Steve keeps putting off his oil change. Finally deciding to see the mechanic in town.

Without the rusty music of my machine - Missy_dee811 (@viudanegraaa)  Tony was lying on the hood of his car. He had taken off his leather jacket, gently folded it in half, and draped it across the windshield so he could rest his arms on the supple leather.

Muddy Waters - RossKL (@but-damn-is-he-lovable) (also on Tumblr) Tony bleeds. It's not real.

ANY

(A Dream is) A Wish Your Heart Makes - @helovedyou Cool evenings together and laughing free and all the nice things Tony never thought he’d get

Afternoon Off - Neverever (@captainneverever) Freedom is just another word for getting with your boyfriend on the downlow during a mission.

BULLET POINTS

Those We Were (For A While) - sadisticsparkle The blueprints hadn’t prepared Tony for the light bouncing off the battered metal, for the empty stare of its empty eye sockets or the dim circle in the middle of the chest. He traced its lines with his gaze, remembering every day he had spent hunched over the schematics picking its inner workings and every night he had spent sprawled under its pilot letting him take Tony apart.

MCU

border state - @areiton (also on Tumblr) They exist in the in between.

star crossed - @areiton (also on Tumblr) "The gods made the stars,” you whisper, a lifetime ago, a heartbeat ago, now, “and they were so bright, so beautiful and strong, that they ripped them in two. And half of ‘em fell to earth, and woke from the dust and walked as men.”

this is how - @areiton (also on Tumblr) This is how the world ends: Gaps in the code.

kiss me hard before you go - duckmoles​ & starxreactor (AU) “I love you, you know that?” Tony says just after popping another grape into Steve’s mouth. He watches as Steve’s jaw works, chewing and then swallowing. Steve smiles up at Tony with a bright, toothy grin. “I love you, too.” “I’m going to miss you,” Tony continues. “I’m going to call you everyday, okay? And—and, during the holidays I’ll show up at your house and we can—we can—sit together on the balcony, and—” The last day of summer, and it's time to hold on to what you might lose.

No Winter Lasts Forever - Fluffypanda (@ayapandagirl) Steve stopped, white breath clouding the air around him, to look at the little shoots of green and purple peeking out from the scant layer of snow left on the ground.

snippet of a post-apocalyptic A/B/O AU WIP - Fluffypanda (@ayapandagirl) Steve’s fingers traced the bite, a half-moon of red marks, from in front of the largest mirror he’d ever seen.

the first blush of morning - Fluffypanda (@ayapandagirl) (AU) The sun rises on the Atlantic ocean and Steve isn't alone - or is he?

Santa Paws - @heartsandmuses [I]f there were two things the public couldn’t get enough of, it was cute puppies and shirtless Captain America — and Tony, ever the philanthropist, decided to give the people exactly what they wanted, right on Christmas morning.

Philautia - @helovedyou Tony dies and Steve keeps on living. Well. He doesn’t die. Living might be a bit of a generous term

To the Victor - @helovedyou There are rainbows flying and people hugging and others ranting and raving, spittle flying, he thinks this. We have won this, this tiny victory.

Snippet of a WIP set post-IW - @ishipallthings The numbers keep climbing, for hours, in the aftermath.

Shuffle Off This Mortal Coil - jellybeanforest (@jellybeanforest-a-go-go) (also a Cap-IM Bingo 2020 round 1 fic) Tony hadn’t been a cruel man, but he had been a practical one. Or: In his twilight years, concerned about how his slow-aging possibly-immortal husband will adjust to his death, Tony builds an AI version of himself that he updates nightly, intending for it to keep Steve company after he’s gone. When the inevitable comes to pass, Steve doesn’t know what to make of the AI or whether its presence lessens his grief or makes it significantly worse. He’s leaning towards the latter.

Five Bells - @lazywriter7 (also on Tumblr) After returning the Stones, Steve takes a detour through time.

if we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious - @littlemissstark forgiveness. The salty air was intense enough to wake Steve up completely, snapping any left over drowsiness away. He was alert despite the sky still being a shade of navy that tapered into a purple at the sea’s horizon. The world was still dormant, but Steve couldn’t stay asleep – not when he woke to coldness on the right side of the bed and empty arms.

In My Hands and Gone Again - @nostalgicatsea (also on Tumblr) Memories were like fish, Tony had explained, or the tease of one. A flash of silver, and his hands would plunge down. Sometimes he would catch one; other times, it would dart out of reach. He wouldn’t be sure whether it had been real or just a trick of the light, after.

Leaving You Forward - @nostalgicatsea (AU) It would be easy, staying here like this with Tony. But Steve knew he couldn't—because he had never taken the easy way out and because he loved Tony.

i choose: me, you, us - @onlymorelove (also a Cap-IM Remix Madness 2020 fic) “We, uh. We’ve been together five years, and you’ve never— I’ve never let you see it. I told you I’d let you see it on our wedding night.” In which Tony and Steve marry, but Tony hasn't let Steve see the arc reactor—and the scars around it. Yet.

best of summers gone - rosycheeked (@lovelyisthedawn) Tony's favorite month has always been August.

when we all fall asleep - rosycheeked (@lovelyisthedawn) Tony wakes up and questions why Steve loves him. It's a surprisingly complex question for such a simple answer.

you anchor me (back down) - rosycheeked (@lovelyisthedawn) Steve still loves Tony, no matter what mask he’s wearing. He’ll never tell Tony that, though. He’s read enough books and watched enough movies to know that it only ends well when it’s just a story. Or, everyone needs an anchor sometimes, and Steve and Tony just happen to be each others’.

take me to the feeling - smalltonystark (@theotherwasdeath​) Steve looks gorgeous in the lights. He always looks stunning, but here, late at night, in the faint glow from the streetlamps underneath them and underneath the stars, he looks magnificent.

POETRY

A Toast to Cold, Hard Facts - @onlymorelove (also on Tumblr) The world is brutal and coarse, but...

Love was fading stars - @onlymorelove (also on AO3) Blackout poetry based on “Failing and Flying” by Jack Gilbert on top of an original print.

not married - @onlymorelove (also on Tumblr) Grief works in mysterious ways.

[flirting-with-psychology]

Has the person you like ever seen you in your pajamas? Yes

Did the last person you kissed celebrate your last birthday with you? He was celebrating thanksgiving with his parents during my birthday but he called me

What’s the first word of the last text message you received? I

Do you think you’ve changed at all over the past year? I’ve gotten more anxiety and gotten fatter

Is there a song that reminds you of your ex? Do you still listen to that song? I Almost Do, Red, and If This Was A Movie (all by taylor swift). Yes I still listen

Did you tag anyone in your last Facebook status? Not in the post I shared, but in my last original post I tagged my boyfriend

How do you behave when you’re drunk? Usually giggly and overexcited

What is your least favorite type of chocolate? White chocolate

When was the last time you felt disappointed? What was the reason? Disappointed that the gym won’t let me cancel over the phone and might still charge me for february

Is there someone that can make you smile, even when you feel like crying? Not always

Is there a certain person on your mind right now? Tell me about him/her. My boyfriend

You’re getting ready to go to bed, and the last person you kissed shows up, what do you do? Get into bed with him

What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? Being annoyed at my dad’s snoring through the walls

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Maybe

Are you okay right now? I haven’t been okay this whole year

What time did you get up today? Like 1:30

When was the last time you saw your mom? The other day

What is the last thing you drank today? Water

Do you dislike/hate anyone? Donald trump and Mitch McConnell

Where is your best friend right now? At home I assume

When will your next kiss be? As soon as we get negative test results

Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? No

Does anyone completely understand you? No

Who was the last girl you hugged outside of family? I don’t remember, it’s been a long time

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? No

What will you be doing in 3 hours? Probably wasting time

How often do you straighten your hair? Never now, I used to when it was short

What are you currently looking forward to? The costume sale that hopefully I will be able to go to

Is tomorrow gonna be a good day? What are you going to do? Lol probably not

Who did you last hang out with? My dad

Did anyone see your last kiss? No

Could things possibly get any better? I fucking hope so

Do you know who you’ll even kiss next? I assume it will be my boyfriend

Do you ever sleep in jeans? No, that sounds really uncomfortable

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having? Stress

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? No

Are you in love lately? Not sure

How often do you see your ex? Rarely

Who was the last person to text you? My boyfriend

Did you like anyone last summer? Yes, my boyfriend

Do you replay things that have happened in your head? Yeah

Who was the last person you stayed up with till 2am? My boyfriend

Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? I enjoy having one

Are you currently in a relationship? Yes

Do you use a full length mirror daily? Most days

Would you be shocked if the person you have feelings for texted you? No

Is there anyone you wish you could fix things with? I would like to reconnect with my friend Shaina

What are you planning on doing after this? Idk

Is there a girl you would do anything for? No

Who IMed you on facebook last? My mom

How old are you? 26

Do you love dogs? Yes

Were you finished childhood and teens when Harry Potter movies came out? No, they started coming out when I was in elementary school

Did you keep all your VHS tapes? Probably

Do you think Jack Nicholson is a good actor? Yeah I think so

Have you ever watched an episode of “The Honeymooners”? No

Have you ever owned a pair of high-top Converse? No

Do you have rain boots with a cute pattern on them? I have cowboy rainboots

Would you rather eat an apple or an orange right now? Apple

Would you rather do a cartwheel on land or a backflip in water? If I could do either of them, a backflip in water would be cool

Have you ever performed on stage in front of people? Yes

Were you kinda scared of the goths in high school? Not scared, just didn’t have anything in common with them

What size is your mattress?(single,twin,double,queen,king) Full size

Do you eat foods from all 4 food groups everyday? Lol no

Do you sleep in PJs? Yes

Do you prefer watching TV or listening to music? Watching TV. Listening for music needs to be accompanied by another activity

Would you rather watch a movie in theatre or at home? Theater is fun, but right now at home

Do you prefer brown or white rice? White

Do you like spaghetti? I love spaghetti

What about lasagna? No, I don’t like red sauce

Do you celebrate Christmas? No

Is your Thanksgiving celebrated in October too? Who does that?

Do you like chocolate bars? Yes

what about ice cream? Mostly, although sometimes the plain flavors are boring

Have you ever been stung by anything? What was it? Wasps a few times

Do you get tired easily? Only in the morning

Or do you always have plenty of energy to spare? No

Have you ever done volunteer work? Where? I volunteered as a teaching assistant What about court-ordered community service? No

Have you ever worn contacts?(even just to try them out) I tried but it made my vision all swimmy

Would you wear contacts on a daily basis? Maybe if I got some that worked

Are your ears pierced? How many times? One on each ear

Do you have GOD-GIVEN(not dyed) natural brown hair too? I have natural brown hair but I don’t believe it’s god-given

Or were you born blonde? No

Have you found a gray hair on your head or body before? I don’t think so. Both of my parents kept their hair color for awhile so hopefully I got that gene

Have you ever had any suspicious moles removed? Yes, on my arm

Have you ever been screened for STDs? Yes

Are all your wisdom teeth pulled? Yes

Did you have your tonsils taken out? No

Did you have your appendix taken out? No

How many kidneys do you have?(have you donated one?) I have both of them

Would you(to save someone)?^^^ I'm not sure. If it was someone I loved and there wasn’t one already on hand, maybe

Have you ever found a bug or slug in your salad? ewww no

Do you like Harry Potter? Yes

What about Twilight? It was ok, I liked it at the time I read it How do you feel about Lord of the rings? I like the movies

Are you going to see ‘The Hobbit’ when it comes out? I did

Do you have a glass that says 'Molson Canadian’ on it? No

Do you have any collector’s glasses or cups or mugs? I have a bunch of shotglasses from places I visit

Would you rather have a white fridge or a black fridge or a stainless steel fridge? Stainless steel

What size shoe do you wear? 7.5-8 womens

Do you have a wide foot or a narrow foot or just average? Kind of dorito-shaped, so some shoe types just don’t fit

Do you bite your nails when you’re stressed? No

Do you have to take an allergy pill daily in order to live normally? No

Are you on the birth control pill? No

Or are you trying to get pregnant? I’m trying not to get pregnant, but I use condoms instead

You’d rather wear black sneakers or sneakers in a bright color or pattern? Probably bright color

Has anyone ever told you they were attracted to you? Yes

Can you swim well in water way above your head? Decently

Are you afraid of thunder & lightening? No

Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No

What about a tornado? No

Are you closer to your dad?(more so than your mom) I’m probably a little closer to my mom

Were you your parents’ first born? Yes

Do you have a child? Is the father still with you? No

Did you trade stickers at recess when you were a kid? No

How old were you when you had your first crush? Do you remember their name? I was like 5 the first time I put a word to it and his name was Aidan, but I probably had sort-of crushes even before that

Can you even remember what the hell they looked like? Blond, bowl-cut at the time. He actually grew up to be really hot so I guess I knew how to pick em

Have you ever operated any type of motorized vehicle before? A car

Are you going to drink alcohol tonight? Maybe

Have you ever heard of the Canadian kids show called “Mr. Dressup”? No

What about the kids show “Fred Penner’s Place”? No

Did you hate Sesame Street when you were little too? A little

Were you born perfectly healthy or with some(or a lot) of health issues? I might have had some minor things

Do you collect DVDs? Not as a collection, but I buy movies I like a lot

Do you download music? Yes

Or do you still go to stores and buy CDs? No, those are like twice as much

Did you skip(jumo-rope) a lot as a kid? No, I was bad at it

Did you ever catch any bugs or insects with your friends as a kid? Only roly polies

Didn’t you just LOVE art class in elementary school?! Yeah

Have you ever played dodgeball? Yes but not well

What about Red Rover? No

Have you ever played “What time is it mr. wolf?”? It sounds familiar but I don’t remember it

Do you hate your weight? Yes

Have you ever struggled with a mental illness? A little

Serious question, peanut butter or nutella? Peanut butter for a sandwich, nutella for eating straight out of the jar

Have you ever stepped on a snail? No

Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? Mashed

Do you prefer ankle socks over regular socks? Ankle socks

Last movie you’ve seen in theaters? I can’t remember

What is your oldest sibling’s middle name? I don’t have one

Have you ever been to Disneyland or Disney World? Both

Would you ever go backpacking across any country? Probably not

Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? With a friend

Do you like breadsticks? Yes

Do you usually wear shorts around your house all year long? No, but I do wear short sleeves year round

What state were you born in? Colorado

Have you ever had a nose bleed? All the time

How far away do you live from your birthplace? Like 15 minutes

Do you have a weak stomach? No

Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? Yes

Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? Yes

Have you ever considered becoming a lawyer? Slightly but not really

Do you *really* like donuts? Yes

Do you think Disney World could ever get old? At some point

If you could, would you hookup with the last person you texted? Yes

What are your favorite things to spend money on? Jewelry and nerd stuff

Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight? I am talking to him right now

What do you usually order on a pizza? No sauce, cheese, garlic, pinapple Do you and your boyfriend/girlfriend fight a lot? Not really

Who’s the first person with the letter “m” in your contacts? Mac

Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten? Kitten

How old will you be on your next birthday? 27 yikes

What color are your underwear? Turquoise

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? If it’s messy

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SkyFire 1: Chapter 26

Auroras continued Recovery: November 2015

Word count: 2k

SkyFire 1 MASTERLIST

Aurora stepped into her father’s workshop a few days after returning from London, kindly asking JARVIS to turn down the deafeningly loud music. Tony head snapped up from the project he was absorbed in, his eyes meeting with his daughters across the workshop.

“Any chance you’re done being mad at me yet?” she asked.

“I was never mad at you, kiddo,” Tony sighed.

“You sure about that, because you did quite a lot of yelling the other day and then you’ve been in here all the time like you’re avoiding me?”

“Ok, you’re right I was mad,” Tony chuckled. “But I wasn’t mad at you.”

“You shouldn’t blame Pops for my choices,” Aurora said, finally crossing the room to stand in front of him.

“Not mad at Steve either,” Tony refuted.

“Then I’m confused,” Aurora laughed. “Mind explaining that?”

“You’re my little girl,” Tony sighed, taking her hand and leading her over to sit down on the sofa. “I know you were a fully functioning 16 year old by the time you showed up in my life, but in my head, you’re always going to be my little girl and I’m supposed to protect you.”

“Dad…” Aurora replied, tears forming in her eyes.

“No, I need to say this,” Tony interrupted. “I’m Iron Man. It’s literally my job to protect people and I couldn’t protect you. I love you Aurora, more than I thought it was possible to love another person and when I saw you bleeding out in Steve’s arms, I thought I was going to lose you and I couldn’t breathe. Somehow, I got a second chance to keep you safe and the only way I know how to do that is to keep you close. I’m so sorry I yelled at you, kiddo.”

By the time Tony finished his confession, Aurora was crying, and she leant forward so that he could wrap his arms around her and hold her tightly against him.

“I love you too, Dad,” she whispered. “But you can’t keep me wrapped up in cottonwool for the rest of my life. I got given another chance, I have to use it.”

“Ok,” Tony agreed. “I’ll try to stop controlling everything.”

“I think it’s a Dads job to worry, so I don’t think you’re doing too bad,” Rori said, still leaning against his chest. “Just maybe dial it back a bit.”

“I can do that,” Tony chuckled. “Any idea how you’re gonna use this second chance?”

“Third,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“Technically this is my third chance,” Aurora explained. “My second chance was when mum died and I survived. This is technically my third chance.”

“You know if you want to convince me to stop be so overbearing maybe don’t remind me of the other time you almost died.

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok,” he replied. “Let me rephrase then; Any idea how you’re gonna use this third chance?”

“Not really,” she sighed. “Sam has me working on this one step at a time thing, so I’m not really looking too far ahead at this point.”

“What’s the current step?”

“Healing, but I’ve actually been thinking about how I’d maybe like to do something to help the survivors,” she said, finally pulling back from the hug to look at Tony.

“Well we already set up something with the Maria Stark Foundation to help cover the medical costs of the survivors and pay for the victims funerals,” Tony replied.

“You did?” Aurora asked. “I didn’t know that.”

“You had a lot on your plate kiddo,” Tony explained, running his hand through her hair. “Steve and I were pretty sure it’s what you would have wanted us to do.”

“Thank you,” she gasped, trying not to cry again. “God damn it. I feel like all I ever do these days is cry.”

Tony chuckled at her frustration. “I think you’ve got a pretty good excuse,” he said. “Not that there’s anything wrong with having a good cry when it’s needed.”

“God, I love you,” Aurora replied, kissing Tony’s cheek and returning her head to lean against his chest, her cheek resting beside the Arc reactor again.

“I love you too Rori,” Tony murmured, kissing her head and giving her a gentle squeeze.

xXx

“Miss Stark, Mark Hill is on his way up to see you,” JARVIS announced.

Aurora was sitting in the living room, binge watching Community with Thor and Bucky and turned in her seat as the elevator doors open and Mark walked out. “Hey Mark,” she greeted happily. “Sorry boys,” she added, turning back to Thor and Bucky, “Gonna have to bale on you. Fill me in when I get back.” She got up from the sofa and walked over to Mark who pulled her in for a hug. After the hug, they walked down the hall towards a sitting room far enough away from the living room to offer the pair some privacy.

“Sorry to interrupt your afternoon,” Mark said when they took a seat. “Probably should have called ahead.”

“Don’t be silly,” Aurora replied. “I’m getting so bored around here, it’s nice to have an unexpected visit. Besides, you know I always love seeing you Mark.”

“I figured it was probably about time we sat down and worked out a game plan,” he explained. “I spoke with your dads after everything happened and we all decided you didn’t need to be thinking about any of this immediately, so I just put a pause on everything. I hope that was the right call.”

“Mark I can’t thank you enough,” Rori said. “I honestly wouldn’t have been able to handle any of this in those first few week so thank you.”

“All god hon,” Mark replied. “Honestly you weren’t that busy so there wasn’t that much to cancel. There’s a few requests on songs that I’ll need to get you to sign off on and I got a request for your Avengers series to be shown in a gallery out in LA. Other than that, we just had the CMAs which the Rascal Flatts guys were completely understanding about you not being able to make it.”

“I feel so bad that they had to change their performance because of me, especially since I went and sang in London less than 2 weeks later.”

“I spoke to them and I really don’t think you have anything to feel bad about.” Mark reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder before he continued. “You’re the only one who gets to decide how you handle this Rori. No one else gets to decide for you or tell you what the right way to process everything is.”

“Thank you, Mark. I think I needed to hear that today.”

“You got it sweetheart,” he said. “So, what’s the plan then?”

“Well I’ve got another surgery coming up next week, but the doctors are talking about another 3 or 4 surgeries early next year so it’s gonna be a while till I’m back in the studio, but maybe we can start by dealing with the requests you said you already have.”

“We can do that,” he smiled. “I’ll send you through what we’ve got, and you can just email me your thoughts. What about the gallery in LA? How you feeling about showing the series again?”

“I think I’d really like to do that.”

“I’ll set it up.”

“And could you get me the contacts for Rascal Flatts?” Rori asked. “I’d like to talk to them, and just apologize again and maybe discuss doing something next year for their album release maybe.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Mark scrawled down his notes and then stood up. “I’ll head back to the office and get a start on all of this. Keep me in the loop with everything and if you change your mind about doing interviews, I’ve still got just about every talk show in the country asking for you.”

“Yeah, I’m not ready for that yet,” Rori replied, also getting to her feet to hug him. “Let me walk you out though.”

xXx

Aurora took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. She was sitting up in a hospital bed, a paper thing gown covering her as a nurse stood next to her unstrapping the heaving bracing on her left hand. Tony held her other hand as they both watched the nurse remove the bracing, revealing the spiderwebs of scarring across the back of her hand, wrist and forearm. Rori gasped as her eyes traced the angry red scars, and her eyes teared up a little. Tony squeezed her other hand tighter and the nurse grabbed a pillow for her to rest the injured hand on and then left the room.

“You doing ok?” Tony asked softly.

“Just looks a lot worse than I thought it would,” Rori replied. “And they’re gonna slice into me again and again and it’s just going to look worse each time.”

“Hey,” Tony said, placing a hand under her chin to lift her eyes to meet his. “One step at a time, remember? Now just breath with me.”

Aurora nodded quickly and focused on the rise and fall of her fathers’ chest to match her own breathes to his. By the time she calmed down, the nurse returned and began to wheel Aurora from the room and down the hall towards the OR.

When she awoke from the anaesthetic, Tony was sitting beside her bed once again, his hand wrapped around her hand, the other sweeping her hair off her brow.

“Welcome back,” he murmured. “How you feeling.”

“Groggy,” Rori mumbled.

“Doc said the surgery went really well. They want to keep you in for a few hours until the anaesthetics completely out of your system and then we can go home.”

“Mind if I nap until then?” she asked, her eyes already slipping closed.

“Sleep kiddo,” Tony whispered, leaning forward to kiss her temple. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to go home.”

xXx

“Dad, Pops, mind if I interrupt?” Aurora asked, walking into the kitchen where Steve was cooking dinner and Tony was attempting to help, but really was just being a nuisance.

“Course, kiddo,” Tony replied. “What’s up?”

“Umm,” she began, nervously looking between the two men. “I just wanted to remind you that the boys are giving their final performance next weekend in London.”

“And?” Tony asked, his brow furrowing.

“And I’m going to fly over for it,” Rori explained. “Just wanted to let you know before I book my flights.”

“When are you thinking of flying out? I think I have a meeting Monday morning, but I can move that around,” Tony said, already pulling his phone out to look at his calendar.

“No dad,” Rori said, biting her bottom lip nervously. “I’m going on my own.”

“Like hell you are,” Tony replied, his head jerking up suddenly to stare at his daughter. Steve remained silent but prepared to play his usual role of peacekeeper between the two of them.

“Remember that conversation we had a few weeks ago?” Rori asked. “You know the one where you promised to try and stop controlling everything? If the shooting hadn’t happened, you wouldn’t have had any problem with me flying out for this show on my own.”

“But the shooting did happen, and you just had surgery last week,” Tony bit back, his voice starting to rise.

“I’m going to be in and out of surgery for months,” she replied, keeping her voice soft and level in an attempt to keep this from turning into a fight. “I can’t put my life on hold because of it. Everything else is healed and I asked Dr Walker about it before I came home. She agreed that it’s perfectly safe for me to go about my day as normally as possible as long as I keep the brace on and take pain killers when I need them. I need to start living my life again Dad.”

“Ok,” Tony sighed, still not happy with the idea, but recognising that he would not win this fight. “Will you at least take the Jet please?”

“That I can do,” Rori said with a soft smile. “Thank you.”

“I love you, kiddo,” Tony sighed. “You know I’m just worried about you.”

“I know dad and I love you for it.”

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Pester - Part 1

On a rare occasion, Warrior of Light Danica Voss, and Azure Dragoon Estinien Wyrmblood are in the same location and the same time and the world *isn't* actively ending.

Now they just have no idea what to do.

May get a Part 2

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Rating: M

Count: 1.7 k

“Is there any particular reason you’ve decided to spend your night lounging across the ground Voss?” Estinien asked, peering over his cup towards his prone companion across the table. She, in response, merely flopped over on her back towards him, making a loud hmph noise and frowned. He raised an eyebrow, but otherwise remained unresponsive. Danica was in a mood. One of those particular, very Danica moods. Boredom? Anxiety? Exhaustion? Loneliness? All of that and more rolled up into one unique Voss Mood that on occasion, took her and ran away with her sense.

“That doesn’t answer my question, Voss.” He sighed, shaking his head lightly. He was never sure what to do when she got like this. Not sure if it was something he should be worried about or if it was just a character trait of hers that on occasion decided to annoy them both. Or at least he thought it annoyed her as well, her own words failing her when normally she was rather good at communicating. He frowned, one that greatly exceeded her own in its dourness, and returned to his drink.

He closed his eyes and allowed the burning liquor to force his mind elsewhere. Oblivious to the sound of rustling fabrics and a moving body beyond until it was pressed warm into his side. Wrapped around him like a coat against the biting winds, nonexistent in the small inn room. He felt a sharp nose dig into his shoulder, and another warm hmph muffled by his shirt.

He fought the urge to smirk, and instead, kept his eyes shut and continued with his drink. As if blind to the Ala Mhigan woman plastered to his side. He lowered his cup back to the wood of the table, and then simply sat there, with his eyes closed. If he knew her well, and considering their joint career and storied history he’d like to believe he did, soon she’d start poking his cheek and directly demanding attention.

When she didn’t, he peeked open one of his eyes, only to see the top of her head and her arms wound around him. He furrowed his brow, and rotated himself as best he could so that her restraint, also known as a strong hug, left her head upon his chest and not needling into his shoulder.

“Danica.” He started, growing a bit more exasperated by the moment, leaving her name hanging in the air. Heavy. “What are you doing?” He asked, much more direct than “what's wrong?” and much more likely to get an answer.

She tilted her head back, to look up at him, and gave a weak smile. “I’m pestering you.” She stated, in a voice barely above a whisper. Raising up one of her arms to poke at his cheek, just as he expected.

He fought the urge to laugh, even as his eyes grew soft and his own arms mirrored hers. Apparently, she was just moving slower than he was used to, back to her constant mischievously affection  masked as something it wasn’t.

“You’re embracing me,” He responded, resting his head atop hers. He could feel a light chuckle rumble her. Her words, muffled though they were, responded back quickly and lightly.

“I’ve no idea what your talking about!”

Her laughter ceased not long after. Leaving the two of them in a warm silence that wasn’t unlike how they were minutes prior. Simply closer, both physically and otherwise. She let out a low hmph, as if thinking. Squeezing Estinien just a bit tighter as she racked her brains for an actual proper answer to his question.

“I’m tired...” She started slowly, but a flood of words quickly followed “Tired, more than a bit bored. Want to do something fun but I’m not sure what's actually fun anymore that isn’t just, I don’t know, fighting?” She looked up at Estinien, confusion in her eyes, as well as his.

“And I missed you a bit” More than a bit if she was to be honest. A lot. Endlessly. So much. “So I guess I just want to find something fun that’s also with you thats actually fun and like you know. Be home.” She looked away, suddenly aware of how much and how little she had actually said, only to have her chin caught upon a crooked finger and gently pushed back up.

She was surprised, for a moment, at the overt warmth of his gaze. So use to the impassive grey of his eyes,as stern and cold as Coerthas itself. His normal grimace, replaced with an easy, barely perceivable smile twitching at the edge of his lips. He had gotten his answer.

“I missed you too, Dee.” The words were light as a whisper, but brought a wide smile to her lips anyway. This. This could be fun, just lounging here. Hells it had been before, why not now. She grasped the hand upon her face and pressed into it, the wave of anxious energy receding for the moment, replaced by a rare calm.

Closing her eyes, she enjoyed this warmth. Much truer than any she could force herself to steal, just by plastering herself to his side. It was almost as if here, then, the world knew no dangers. As if she knew no strife. As if Primals and Ascians and Garlemald were just nightmares, no more tangible and dangerous than any other night time fantasies positive or negative.

Soft lips upon her brow stole even those musings. Instead idle thoughts of many mirrored moments replaced them. Embraces here. Kisses there. Lands far away but home all the same due to the presence of each other. A young man in Rak’tika had asked her is she ever missed home; she hadn’t the heart to tell him always. That though their feet wandered in different directions, her soul always screamed for the company of her home.

“We’re quite the pair are we not? You speak of something fun without killing, and all I can think of is hunting.” He chuckled to himself. War had dug its claws into them deep, and had yet to let go. Even if it left, would they be able to survive without it? Or would its wounds bleed out, till nothing remained of them. He sighed, raising his fingers to tangle in her hair, cement himself to the moment and not a grim potentiality.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something eventually.” She smiled, gentle, hopeful. Thankful. By the Fury, her hope was contagious. “After all the nonsense is finished I’m sure we’ll have all the time in the world to figure it out.”

“Doesn’t help us now, alas.” He twirled a black strand tight around his finger. She’d cut it short when she was away. It was new, interesting, and waved just as wildly as she was in a strong wind. Fitting.

“Well then, I’m sure between the two of us we can brainstorm something anything  that we can do.” She leaned back, a mock pout on her face. “I’d like to think we have at least one brain cell bouncing around our collective minds. Like hells what do we normally do when we have time like this?”

She hated to admit that normally, they didn’t. The last time they had actually gotten to sit down with each other and talk, or simply exist in each others space for an extended period of time without work at one of their backs was in the Azim Steppes. Sure, they had run into each other before, short little meetings, but those had always also involved others. And had never been for fun.

“I don’t think be much help,” Estinien added, rubbing his chin in thought. “I’ve got exactly zero hobbies beyond... you know... work.” Danica couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, his honesty was refreshing as always, even if she didn’t really consider their work a hobby. “God what did we do on the steppes.”

“Each other.” Danica added sharply, before laughing much more fully. Remembering quite fondly their time together, hopefully far away from any prying eyes the moment they were able to make sure Orn Khai was fine on his own.

“Don’t suppose that will work here? That would be too easy.”  Estinien joined her, his laughter much less loud than her own but there all the same. Mostly muffled by her own hair, and his face buried in it.

“Listen, if there is to be an end to this nonsense sooner or later, and we actually get some rest we need to figure out something we both enjoy that we can do together. Aka, we need to find a hobby.”  She joked, she wouldn’t lie and say she didn't enjoy sitting with him doing nothing, but she knew her hands would grow restless sooner rather than later.

“Triple Triad” He suggested

“You hate card games” She reminded

“Reading, to each other”

“That’s tempting, but we’ve got no books around us at the moment.” She smiled, adding it to a list of potentials, though quickly amending her statement “That is, unless you wish me to read my latest loan from the Thaumaturges guild.”

“No, I’d rather not have a headache today.”

She chuckled. Perhaps just conversation would do, as the back and forth of ideas continued on. He’d suggest something, she’d give an opinion, and then suggest something right back. They never really did find something to do, but after an hour or so they no longer seemed to mind.

“Mind if I steal some?” She asked, grasping for his cup, then refilled with water.  He nodded no, he didn’t at all, and watched as she adjusted herself atop his lap, his cup in hand, and smiled.

“Hey, Estinien.” She spoke, after a moment in silence. Perhaps reflecting upon her faint reflection in the cup, and the night they had.

“Yes?” He responded, tilting his head like a curious and attentive dog.

“You’re staying here tonight right? And your not leaving tomorrow?” She asked, careful, almost timid eyes looking into his. He had no idea what thoughts swirled thought her mind a lot of the time, but he had an idea at the moment.

“Correct, though I’ll probably move on in a couple of days time.” She gave a strong smile in response.

“Mind if I keep pestering you till then, then?” And with that, he returned it. Pulling close and knocking the empty cup against his chest.

“Not at all Dee.”

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Hybrid, chapter one

Seris Summary: Reader is part shapeshifter part which, she runs away from her cultist family before they try to sacrifice her familiar, Whisper to some deity she never bothered to learn the name of. She no longer wants to be part of that life. Doing so, she finds herself looking for a job. Her last resort is Lux, a night club that was all the way at the bottom her job list.

Warnings: cult stuff mentioned, sacrificing mentioned.

Characters: in the tags

Chapter summary: applies for a job at Lux, before she even starts the job she runs into some trouble with her past.

(Cat for reference)

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“Whisper! Even McDonalds denied my request” you say looking to her grey tabby familiar. The feline chuckles and puts his paw on the next job on your list. You let out a stiff sigh and look to your cat. He looks amused. “Really? I guess your right, it’s my only option”

You grab your stuff and slip on your favorite band t-shirt. You check to make sure you look semi-decent and fix your hair. You doubt you’ll need to look that fancy for this night club. The people there might not even wear clothes half the time.

“Let’s head out” Your cat turns into mist and manifests into a tattoo of a cat paw on your wrist. It glows your favorite color and then stops, turning to a solid black. You do this every time you leave to a non-pet friendly place. Other times you grab a harness and leash.

It’s not uncomfortable in there. Whisper is basically on a floating island. He tells you its a forest with a meadow and it’s pretty big. You two can still communicate through telepathy like this.

~~~

Your uber drops you off at the night club. The music is shut off and so are the lights as it is the afternoon. There is still a security guard at the front. You walk up to the place, studying it’s glorying. The large sign must look so divine at night.

“Hi sir, may I go in to ask about a job position?” The officer speaks into his walkie-talki and gives you a nod. He opens the door and you step inside. You’ve never seen such a night club. There is a grand piano in the middle, comfy booths, and a big dancing area. Your eyes land at a bar where a fairly attractive man and woman sit awaiting you.

Maybe they are both prostitutes as well, Whisper says in your mind. You ignore him and walk up to the two.

“Hi, I’m Ms. Black, I’m interested to see if you have any job positions,” You say as well-mannered as you can.

“Depends, what positions can you do?” The woman says with a smirk. You almost choke on air.

“Uhh, what?” You simply reply.

“This is a nightclub sweetheart, we don’t have many waitress positions opens, plus guys still want to get in your bed” He says. This is not how you expected it to go. You nod and start walking out. You start going up the stairs when Whisper pops in your mind.

Don’t give up, go back and tell them, not ask

“Umm actually, are you sure there isn’t anything else opened?” You turn. Whisper is right, you can’t just give up. The two study you and take glances at each other as if they are speaking as you do with Whisper. The man then turns to you and smiles.

“I’ll open one up for you, how about… bartender?” He grins. You gladly except.

~~~

You put on one of the most revealing things you ever wore. A crop top and booty shorts. Both black. You don’t even recognize yourself in the mirror. You turn to see Whisper looks with the biggest and most humanly grin a cat has ever done. “I need the money… “You say to yourself. You pull out your phone and call an Uber.

When you get there, it is 8 pm. Your boss, whose name you found out was Lucifer is waiting for you. This time with a girl with blonde hair and doesn’t look like a hooker. A detective.

“Detective Decker wants to ask you some questions” Neither you or Whisper are happy about this. You follow the woman over to a table, incredibly self-conscience of how you look.

“Where were you Tuesday night, 5:00 am?” She says clearing her throat. Whisper seems very silent.

“Sleeping, I didn’t get up till 11:00 am that day, I stayed up till 3:00 am that night” You answer. What are you being accused of?

“Do you know a Tommy marshall?” She pulls out a picture of a man. It’s a boy maybe your age, 20’s. He has curly brown hair and blue eyes. You study him. You’ve never seen him before.

“No” You simply state.

“Were you ever involved in any ritualistic activities” By this time, Lucifer is right above her shoulder. You freeze, unsure of what to say.

Just tell the truth, Whisper says.

“Yes…. but I left that, my parents…. Were umm-- they liked that sort of thing,” You say, very uncomfortable. Lucifer’s curious eyes fall on you. This pecked his interest, he was just bored of it before.

Do you think they did it? Whisper says.

“Do you know who did it…. The poor boy… I- I hope you find who did this, I’ll help in any way I can” You say. Decker looks to Lucifer. She knows something else.

“Your DNA was found at the scene” You stare, shocked. You know who did this. The only thing that could is magic. Your parents. They could alter the scene using magic and replace any DNA. At least if you need to go on the run, it’s fairly easy. But you don’t exactly want to spend the time 100 years as a wolf.

“How?” You say, you can tell Lucifer sees right through you. This is the last thing you need. You have to keep cover. If a mortal finds out witches exist, not only your parents would be after you, but the whole council.

“You know how this goes, stay in the state” She says and starts walking away. You get up, standing while unsure of what to do with yourself.

“You know how your DNA was there don’t you?” His tone scares you. He thinks you killed that boy. You have no motive, but rituals can be just as fitting. You bite you tounge.

“I didn’t do it if that's what your thinking, it has to be my parents, at least my mom,” You say. Your dad, biological dad is a shifter, who also is dead. The dad now could care less for you.

“Why would she do this? Hm?” He says. His eyes have a slight shade of red. They would scare any mortal. But your not one. “What is it you desire?” He adds.

You hear a high pitched ring. You ignore it the best you can. You look at Lucifer who looks baffled upon imagination. He seems to try to get a closer look. “How are you not affected? What are you?”

“Human” He sees through that lie.

“My family are all witches, that’s how my DNA is there, they did a spell” You sigh. It’s your only choice. He would have killed you if you didn’t tell him. You still have to kill the hybrid part a secret. You're not supposed to exist, with your dad being a alpha shifter and all.

“A which? Now that's enticing! You have a familiar still I bet? That’s why you ran, I knew I recognized your last name!” He says spinning around in circles. Your family has a reputation. They don’t think you should depend on a familiar so they sacrifice them.

“And i’ll have to be on the run if my parents don’t get caught….” You say. Something sparkles in his eyes.

“Want to make a deal?” He smirks. The more and more you talk, the more you think he’s the actual devil. You shake your head, you don’t want to fall into this trap. Who knows what he might have you do and you don’t want to get into any more trouble, you also don’t think you should go with this job.

Get out of there, there is an angel on his way from the silver city who won’t take too kindly to you.

“I have to go” You start to rush up but he grabs your arm. You hear the flapping of wings and see a dark-skinned man behind Lucifer. He doesn’t look happy but Lucifer looks thrilled.

“Ahh brother” While he was distracted you took that chance and run. Lucifer turns and tries to go after you but you turn a corner and run down an alley where you turn into a rat, which is extremely painful. Turning into small animals hurt, or new ones, and when you turn to fast into an animal you haven’t been before. Luckily, he didn’t see you. And since your in a animal form, he probably thought you did some spell to disappear.

You hate being rodents. At least the ones like mice, rats, and moles. They feel so disgusting and you hate the instincts that come with them. So you turn into a hawk once Lucifer left.

You fly to your house but don’t go inside as there are police going in and out. They must have gotten a warrant. They aren’t going to find anything. At least you hope. You land somewhere on the ground far away and turn into a cat that looks like Whisper. You need to see whats going on. You walk out of the trees around you and greet an officer by rubbing against his pants. “Dan, leave the cat be” You see Decker come over. She picks you up and carries you into the house.

“Lucifer, I think this is the pet you were talking about her having” Crap, you try to scramble out, especially since you see the angel from before looking at you with daggers. You barely manage to move an inch.

“How did you know she had one?” Dan says, coming from behind. You whisper sorry and use your claws to get out but she still doesn’t let go. You don’t dare bite her though. You don’t want to end up in a lab.

“She told me about him, wonder if it has any evidence on it?” You glare at the two angels. You bite Decker and she lets you go in a fit of pain. You run but Lucifer’s angel friend picks you up. He has a much stronger grip. He also isn’t nice about it. Ohhh he is going to be having a bear after him someday.

“Should we crate it?” The dark angel says. You hiss and try to move. But his grip threatens to break your ribs. You're already going to be sore from all the shifting in the morning if you can escape then.

“It doesn’t look to have any evidence on it, but we can use it to bring her in if she’s as close to it as you said it was” Oh no. You really need to get away. You take the risk and bite the angel, which does nothing. You bite again, with more force and taste some blood. He drops you in shock, one that you actually share in the fact you made him bleed. You race into the woods and turn human and release Whisper. He knows what to do. He walks around some as you go off into the woods. You don’t think you can turn anymore, you could risk breaking some limbs.

~~~

The next morning once you get back you get a call. You are relieved. Witches get worried if their familiar isn’t around for a while and their magic can act up, that is if they are alive. “Yes?” You say, you don’t need to fake the worry.

“If you want your cat, we need you to come in, doesn’t look good that you disappeared yesterday” Decker was on the other side. You didn’t waste anytime. You took some ibuprofen, even though they barely work for your shifting pain. You race out the door and call an Uber. It comes in 10 min and takes 45 min to get to the LAPD.

You walk in and Lucifer walks you to the questioning room. The new captain, pierce is there along with Decker. They don’t look to happy. There seems to be something going on between them.

Decker is quick to start. She asks the same questions, gets the same response. Then Pierce comes in and asks the same, making sure I don’t change up my story. Since I didn’t, they are discussing my fate outside. I know if I’m desperate enough and they try to aresst me, I’ll turn into a fly or something right in front of them, and let me tell you, insects hurt a lot.

“Amenadiel walks to speak to her” I hear as the door opens. It’s Lucifer and the angel from before, who I now know is Amenadiel. They turn the camera off and walk over to you. Lucifer is carrying the crate Whisper is. He doesn’t look happy, you’d make it up to him by going on a hunt with him.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right here and right now” Amenadiel says.

“Cause it’s illegal and your surrounded by cops?” You say sitting back, crossing your arms. Your still a little afraid of him, but since he doesn’t seem to have silver on him you should be fine.

“You think I care? I can stop time” He says. Lucifer leans against the wall, wondering what you’ll do. You simply shrug.

“Can I have my cat back now?” You say with annoyance in your voice. It’s the best way to hide your fear. He already wants to kill you and you barely know each other.

“I didn’t know the Blacks had a daughter, we would of slaughtered you as soon as your were born!” He says. You chuckle, no one was supposed to know. If they did, everything would be after you.

“An angel would kill a baby?” You say as menacing as you can. Angels didn’t use to scare you. But when one nearly killed your mom, who always scares you, that changed. Of course you were kinda hoping the angel finished her off. You were hiding then so they couldn’t see you.

“No, I’d kill a witch,”He growls through his teeth. He turned to Lucifer who if he had popcorn, would be eating it. He looks so entertained. You hope Lucifer doesn’t hate your guts.

“Fare enough” You get up and take the crate from Lucifer who looks stunned. You open it up and a angry Whisper jumps out. You pick him up and walk out. Decker looks in and sees Amenadiel. She looks even less happy. She walks in past you and goes in, slamming the door. None of the cops gave you any trouble.

[addytheheartbreaker]

Blind Memory

Chapter 6: Trancing for my worse (part 1)

Its been 1 month since he had been communicating with Joen's playmate Doll Addy. He still didn't get her real name or telling her his name just yet and he could noticed the way her behavior works, her body language and her personality were complicated whether it is predictable or not. The most he knew was that she is a part of a group. A fighting group as Addy being the leader of this mysterious group. He did questioned her of what kind of group member and what they do together, he only imagine her group as a athletic champion fighter like some boxers or martial art he and the brothers watching from their loved of sports, yet suddenly he was wrong. Her group isn't really just an athlete group but confirmed that it is more then athlete more like a fighting game. With the doll giving the white rabbit a hint he must get her trust much higher to finally knew what she is after all Joen told her about his bullying experience with his older brother Helios experience bad environment and humiliation before his middle brother Jacob and his two younger brother's involvement to the treatment from the two only matured rabbits going through.

Joen didn't told her about.... The traitor. A family member who is now no longer and disowned cousin who ruined them and the family's name.... He just couldn't face the truth and the life threatening look on that green eyed rabbit.

However, after so much thinking of planning to tell her about... Him... It wouldn't be better if he told her instead of his psychiatrist who didn't truely understood him if the rabbit man kept on refusing on confessing unless that person is very nice of treating him equally. Someone who truely keep his secret as long as they could, someone who is innocent enough to be oblivious and easily forget what he said so that it could make it feel better to let go from his chest. Doll is an option because of how kind the doll girl was and he barely noticed her childish naive behavior due to her age being early to adolescent. She didn't even know how to be mature in that certain age. He bet her parents are just horrible of taking care of her or they just neglect her or something, he just didn't know just yet which is why he kept on gaining her trust to finally reach the layers of her fakeness, secrets and back story that he never learned.

It was afternoon of the asylum, the guards block the door from his tuxedo rabbit's therapy and Helios is on his different therapy section this week today. He could find a way to sleep to meet up with Doll again, the feeling of excitement and worried tightened his chest as he ran somewhere as quick as possible. But none of the places isn't really perfectly hidable or peaceful for him to slumber himself secretly away from the guards until it is too late as guards caught him and told him that his psychiatrist is at the psychotherapy and he is 23 minutes late making the rabbit man a growl and a irritating look on his face as his thoughts wanted to punch the guard on the face or slash him, instead he started struggling and shouting left and right, kicking everywhere to escape and tried to bite the guards hands that grabbed him tight. Unfortunately the guards has put him in his restricting straightjacket to stop him from resisting the guards or even do violent acts to escape again like he usually do since he had stayed here for a very long time.

Pass time it is night time, he had a argument to his psychiatrist with no tantrum or explosive behavior as a good sign. He was so calm that he is only worrying about Doll, forcing himself to escape or attacking his psychiatrist would be a bad idea as those guards were going to throw him to the Box again. He hated that room and sure and hell he won't going to sleep in there unable to see her again. Speaking of the Box, Addy did told him that she isn't really in a ordinary cell room like he had with his brothers or other patient's cell. She was in a special room or should he say the most security solitary confinement called Private Box that is only used for the most dangerous criminal inmates of the asylum they had captured. He knew what that type of Box she has staying and it is said according to one of the guards is that the Private Box has a very clean room and a clean but uncomfortable bed, a bathroom, a table contains books, paper, materials for writing or drawing and the whole room is actually all cement gray. The metal door is a technological door with a small sliding door for her to get a tray of food instead of a metal door with a lock, key and a window like they had. Joen understands why she isn't seen outside the halls when he went on to his daily routine all because she is at the Private Box. What he did not understand is that the Private Box is supposedly for very dangerous patients? She is just a young girl, the same age when he and the rabbit brothers send to the asylum. She is also harmless too the longer he knew her, so why is she at the Private Box? That doesn't really make any sense for the rabbit man to figured out which is why he wanted to go and find a place to sleep to see her again. He curse those guards to bring him to the psychotherapy earlier but at least he is now at his room with only Helios and Leon in the room, no sign of his other brother Jacob and Jason till the time turned to bed time. Joen and Leon thought the two missing brothers are at the Box which would might another trouble this week however, they are wrong as the brown and gray rabbit has arrived just in time for the metal door to shut closed with a clicking sound that lock the door.

Joen is now getting impatient to sleep on his bed but finally he get his sleeping pills and swallow it without saying goodnight to his brothers which is rude. But he couldn't help it, he just want to see her again after a stressful of time at the psychotherapy.

The white rabbit has finally entered the dreamscape which is what Doll called it where they meet each other with their dreams, he immediately teleported on his way to the stage to greet her and apologized for the late approach. Sadly, when he teleported to the stage all he could see was nothing but an empty space, no chairs where Doll had put there with her drawings and her belongings that she supposedly introduce him of her likings and no sign of the doll girl. He started shouting at Doll's name but no sound of her voice could be respond, he actually knew that he is now too late to meet Doll again but.... The dreamscape felt odd, something is terribly wrong of this dream. The sky is now darker as night but no stars could be seen aboved him, the buildings begin to disappeared as trees appear to be withered and death that looks haunting and scary. The Rabbit man is still standing alone of the stage as his eyes blurred in bright light flashing on his face. It is too bright to see where it had come from until he heard footsteps walking slowly, he couldn't make out who but he whispers.

Joen: Doll? I-is that you-

A hand grabbing behind his shoulder with a shivering feeling of a cold and a strong grip on the white rabbit's shoulder, what's worse is those hands are big and rough and could be belong to someone taller then him.

Joen: that'd not Doll...

He thought... He is about to turned around and suddenly his back lean backward with the hand grabbing his chin and another hand only pressing a finger located to the back where his heart was resting. He is in a verge of panicking with his eyes shaking and looking around uncontrollably to what is going on.

???: Joen~

That voice.....

Joen: no... Oh god no....

He knew that voice as millions of memories flooding into the rabbit man's head and a heart beat increasing a fast speed of stress, the mysterious figure behind him force Joen to lean backwards more giving him a painful moan with that sharp finger from the stranger pointing at the back of his heart like a knife is going to stab him behind. Joen wanted to ran away or fight the stranger... His arms and legs wouldn't move. Oh god he didn't do anything! He has been paralyzed by the person who Joen knew from the pass. He has been force to look up with the stranger's hand gripping his chin tightly to hurt the poor white rabbit's neck to a uncomfortable position... Yet again, he knew this position, this technique, this hypnotising move that almost got him dead only to know this move by the person who ruined him and Helios before the other 3 brothers.

???: what's wrong White? Do you miss my teaching back at the day?

Joen: no....

The poor white rabbit was now panicking and scared at the tone of the strangers voice. The painful position became worse as he is now forcing to face to face the rabbit man he hated and send them to the asylum for 9 years. His mind goes crazy with words as his eyes widen with tears flowing down to his eyes at the sight of....

???: you're still weak Joen. If you don't do anything, you are nothing but a punching bag to me. I would Loved to teach you all day to be a perfect celebrity just what you always asked me to teach you.

The voice is cold, heartless and terrifying yet soft and gentle by the tone of fake kindness on the rabbit man's ears. Joen breath rapidly and cried at the fear of this-

???: you're too weak Joen. No one will save you but yourself. Harm those who harmed you, fight those who caught you... Kill those who are mean to you. I know you can do it Joen Roger~

The sharp point on his back heart bleeds him and Joen is about to exploded from high pressure of fear and panic on his tight chest. He wanted to scream but the only way to scream is his head screaming.

Joen: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, OH GOD PLEASE DON'T! I DON'T WANT THIS. I DON'T WANT TO HARM THEM! I DIDN'T MEAN TO... PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!! ANYTHING BUT TRA-

A light glimpse shines toward the two males as a fast figure knock the green figure who too advantage of the white rabbit unfortunately his body became motionless and paralyzed, landing his back to the ground with his head directly to the two blurry figures fighting each other. One that is dark green and the other was a black and white figure with a hint of pink if he see clearly. His eyes became blurry even more and the sound he didn't described what was going on over there while he still laying there. Hands touches him but this time the touch is gentle and kind but cold with the figure who saved him begin to shaking him.

???: Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

A girl's voice ringing to his ears. He recognized that voice....

Joen: D... D... D.. ol... l...?

Addy: Rabbit wake up! Just wake up! Please wake up! Go back there NOW!

By hearing her scream, Joen woke up with a jolt twitch on his body jumping out of his bed and a very loud scream of panic and fear, loud enough to wake up all of the rabbit brothers from the sudden scream. The 4 brothers look at their white rabbit stops screaming and breaths rapidly as sweat could be seen on his forehead and eyes widen as the rabbit man stands up and started punching the metal door and kicking it off causing the other 4 rabbits panic and quickly ran toward him to hold him off. Helios in the other hand, carried him then pinned him down to the floor with his huge hug.

Helios: White... White! Joen! Snap out of it!

Joen couldn't controlled himself and went struggling at the older tuxedo rabbit as the younger black rabbit hugged him at front.

Leon: Joen! Please calm down! It is just a nightmare! Its us!

Still.... He still out of control from his tantrum, tears on his brawling red eyes which makes the brown rabbit shouts.

Jacob: JOEN! We're here, you are not alone! Please.... Brother....

Jacob cried at the sight of his older brother suffering from a certain nightmare that terrifies him. The Rabbit brothers called him by his real name instead of his nickname when they were truly in need of something or something serious. While the tuxedo rabbit and the black rabbit hugged him in comfort in just 15 minutes the white rabbit started crying intensely which hurts the 4 rabbit brothers together. Leon could hear his heart beat increasing in high speed from the burst tantrum after he had that nightmare. Jason from behind asked his older brother.

Jason: Joen... What happen?

While Joen is still crying, his head played the same scene where the figure force him to look up to the stranger to the eyes. Green emerald eyes that is terrifying toxic with a voice that haunts him before. A family member who is now disowned and went at the gates of hell.

Joen: HE TRANCE ME!!!

Joen shouted. The answer from the white rabbit gave the brothers a internal shock.

Joen: He trance me, he trance me, he trance me, he trance me!!!

The Rabbit keeps on repeating those words as Leon hugged him as tight as possible to stop him from the agony in his chest more, he knew what he is talking about. Helios is also shock like a hard slap across the face when he mentioned him. Why is it always happen to him the most? After years of humiliation and pain that monster put him with Joen after their parents mysteriously gone all those years ago, he would have gotten on his side before the other three involved the dramatic scene. However... Jacob and Jason were frozen at the moment to watch the older bunny cried those same words before he stops. The brown rabbit look at his favorite gray rabbit with concerning by the gray rabbit's hand turned into fist, a very tight and hard fist of rage of remembrance. He hated seeing Joen suffering in trauma, the abused he and Helios gotten. He look up to check on the clock it is almost 6am to start the day

Part 1 end. To be continue

[skymade]

What ‘Allein’ Means

   Freedom. Finally.  

   It feels like eternities since Willow last saw the sky, stretching above her endless, tinted with the hint of a distant sun, glistening with the hue of some liquid in the air. It’s grey, here, almost as if the ash of Akan has followed both of them here. She wouldn’t be surprised if it had. Everything else had.

   Willow’s more exhausted and in pain than she’s ever been in her life. Their landing, to start, wasn’t exactly cushioned or soft -- she lays sprawled on the ground, unmoving, seeping every color of blood possible from her lithe frame.

   Brown. Blue. Black.

   The cuts rest deep -- wrists, ankles, a thin line around her neck. A name etched onto her back, below her hip, the size of a palm. Mila’s.

   Cuts christening her legs agree with that, too. Circles around her upper thighs, lines leading up to where nothing should ever bite, where no one should ever sting. Her clothing is no longer green, blue, grey -- everything is brownblueblack, everything is the color of pain. She can hardly see anything through the veil of blood that falls over her face. It feels as though her skin is splitting off from her body, leaving her nothing but a shivering soul, wandering alone.

   But… she isn’t alone. Not yet. Tallow’s above her, gaunt, bleeding himself, lines dusted against a pale red body, but still there. Still steady. Still strong.

   She can almost swear that where her hand touches ground, ash and dust sticks to lines of blood. They’re not back on Akan, are they?

   “Seems a little bit like fate, doesn't it?”

   It’s the first time he’s spoken to her since they fell from the sky -- since they stumbled out of Mila’s ship and spilled into an escape pod that still chokes flame and fire behind them, and it’s probably, possibly, the stupidest fucking thing he could’ve said. Willow gives him a look that she hopes communicates that opinion appropriately and perfectly, even if it’s mired and grimaced in pain.

   “I don't--” know what the fuck you’re talking about, you fucking freak. But with blood in her lungs, only the essentials slip out. “... --you don't believe in fate."

   “No, I don't. But I believe part of you does.”

   He’s being that serious, weirdly focused part of himself that he always his. His clothes aren’t colored any color, and no hint of black liquid clings to him. Maybe it’s easier to keep being a strange, awkward, uptight asshole when you’re not dying. Willow looks at Tallow like they’ve never met and he’s spouting nonsense at her.

   “What... the absolute fuck?”

   He steps before her, still lying on the ground -- not Blinking because of the patch he’d stolen and stuck to her skin, so she wouldn’t sink through the escape pod -- and crouches. The dust and ash move with him, too, so it must be real, not just her. Hands cradle something, and he picks up a long, white stick that stretches into the air, paints white against the gray of the world around them.

   “A Staff. One of our own died here.”

   “Great,” Willow huffs, breathless, confused, “and I'm gonna be the second if you don't fucking Gate us out now.”

   “You do not understand. Then again, you rarely do.”

   There’s a stretch of silence as the air is ruffled around them -- a soft breeze blowing gentle against a bloodstained, unmoving body. Eyebrows crease her face, nose twitches up with it.

   She’s never been one for planning, never been one for holding off certain events until later, but if there was ever a time to ask to prolong an argument, it was fucking now. Here she is, abused, ravaged, ruined by the hands of someone who despises her, someone she used to care about, used to love with the fibers of her soul, and Tallow is standing above her, reminding her how stupid she is.

   “Is this really the time for this?” Willow splutters -- everything in her voice strained shocked and confused. “I -- I -- I mean... F-FUCK.”

   He doesn’t speak, again, weighs the silence like he weighs the Staff. He draws something on the ground, is apparently satisfied with what he sees. He blows dust from the token slot in the side. His blood stained hands don’t even shake as he holds it. Whatever he’s considering comes to him easily, and he nods.

   “This is where we part ways, Willow.”

   A day of blood and ash and dust, and somehow, those words ring the loudest -- ring so loudly that every part of her body burns as though she needs to Blink, burns as though a certain knife is cutting a certain line against a certain part of her body again. Muddied green eyes stare at him in absolute horror.

   “You’re leaving me?”

   “It’s a Staff. You no longer have use for me.” It’s laid on the ground, next to her -- he begins opening his coat.

   Every part of shivering skin protests as she forces herself to elbows, forces her head up to get a better look at him. He looks so much darker, beneath a black coat, under a gray sky. His face has no hint of humor -- no hint of anything. The words explode from her in a shuddering screech of anger. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

   “No.” He isn’t looking at her. Maybe that’s what’s so different about him -- painted so strange. He drops, by her hands, by the Staff, a woven, bright pouch of tokens -- the her share of her tokens she’d used to entice him to take her along. He crouches next to her, opens his Rune book, begins reading in a slow, measured, deliberate voice how the pages are arranged, how to find where to go next.

   She isn’t listening. She wouldn’t be listening on the best of days, and she’s mostly liquid, mostly blood, mostly fear and anger and self-loathing, today.

   “I don't believe it.” The words come out in a croak. Willow wishes she can throw everything she hates from within her to him, but she can feel dust settling deep into her bones, as if in exchange for her blood she was given death.

   “Well, learn to. This is no place for a Traveler -- no place for either of us. Leave it. Take your Staff, and… leave it.”

   The Rune book, bounded leather and small, is left next to her, and he rises. He seems taller and further away than he ever has as he turns to leave.

   A desperate, purple, hand, half-shattered, half-cut, mostly nails attached to strings, collides against his boot, holds him there with everything she’s got. The desperation is rising, bubbling, everything in her throat is acid, acid she’s spitting up on the floor, or is that blood, or is all of her seeping out of her as she tries to drag herself with his retreating figure, the only friend she has, the only one she knows, the only one she loves--!  

   “No!” A shriek. “No, you’re not-- n-not l-leaving me!”

   “Let go, Willow.”

   “NO! NO, no! Not at-- after-- after all of this. After everything we’ve done for each other… you’re not really doing this.” He can’t be! He can’t betray her, too! It can’t be everyone she knows! There has to be someone out there in that universe that wants her alive, that loves her, that cares about her, that would help her, that wouldn’t kick her away, that wouldn’t hurt her! “ Y-- you’re not really Tallow, someone set you up to--”

   His boot strikes backwards, front of her palm, top of her forehead. She’s all pain, anyway -- has no more strength left to grasp. Willow, child of the sky, the young, excitable force the cajoled Tallow to show her the skies, stares at him painted against the gray and sees him so clearly, even through all the pain, that she knows for a fact that it is him.

   This is not one of those dreams that Eryk had told her about. This is not one of those imaginings. This is real. Tallow’s body is too steady, too still, and he doesn’t even look at her.

   He’s truly leaving her. Truly. Really.

   All of that time.

   Her smoking beneath a star-sprinkled sky as he coughed, pointedly. Her beaming as she brought back arms of food gifted by new friends for him. Her holding his hand as he sifted through nightmares and memories, and though he never thanked her for her grasp, she knew he’d still kinda needed it.

   Had always thought, maybe, deep down, he’d kinda needed her, too.

   So? How long till you leave me? Never. Wow, aren’t I lucky. That’s a long-ass time. I mean it, Will. C’mon, really? For real. Let’s be, like, realness, here. One day, you’re gonna get annoyed with me-- I am already annoyed with you. Gee, thanks. Warm my little, uh… soul… pocket… thing.

   And now, another voice, but there was no set. Just one.

   The only one who is ever going to love you is me. Look at you, Willow. Look at how disgusting you are. Why would anyone else want you the way I do?

   The hardest, most bitter taste in her teeth was not the blood -- she’d been tasting blood for years. It wasn’t the abandonment -- she’d stared at people’s backs all her life. It was the fact that Mila was right. No one would ever want her. No one would ever love her.

   Eventually, she would wake up and someone she loved would be gone without a word.

   Eventually, she would stir beneath their knife.

   Eventually, they would give her a pale Staff and fade into the horizon.

   Her fingernails curl against the dust, curl into her palms.

   No more pain. No more agony. No more memories. Time to fight.

   One knee bends awkwardly -- hands grapple at the Staff, forcing it upright, using it to stand. Everything in her body protests so much that she screams out, cries as she forces herself upwards, and all the world is gray and static but the patch is still preventing her from Blinking.

   She tears it off, can’t even feel her fingernails scrape at her skin, too. Can only feel lines etched beneath her pants.

   Tallow is the one doing the abandoning, and he hasn’t even fucking left. He’s standing there, unmoving. He’s abandoning, and he’s gonna make her do the leaving.

   Risking her life for him… fighting for him until she could feel nothing but fury. How could she be so stupid to offer him everything when he wouldn’t offer her anything?

   “FUCK --” it comes, heaving from her throat as she stands, and she can both feel the words and not at the same time. “-- YOU.”

   “Willow…”

   He’s turning back to her, but she’s spun away, can only see her shaking, blood-colored hands against ash as she takes the few parting gifts he’ll leave her and thrusts them in blood-soaked pockets.

   For once, something in Tallow sounds pleading -- but skies, she no longer fucking cares.

   “I hope you fucking die.”

   She Blinks out before a response can come back -- the patch’s worn off. And with boots that squelch with blood and a body that protests even the movement of her bleeding, Willow begins to run, to make herself one with the horizon.

   Never has Willow meant a statement more -- and just as she had when she was leaving Amyr, she doesn’t take a moment to look back.