#they just don't make stone slabs like they used to anymore.

[beloveds-embrace]

╰┈➤ A Harbinger’s Claim

Spoilers for 5.1 Archon Quest, yandere capitano x reader

yan!capi x soldier!reader who used to idolize/adore him? 👀

Specifically, you used to be a black serpent knight who worked under him. From the very first day you met him, you could not help but admire him; such a strong, powerful man- worthy of being a commander, worthy of being loved and respected. Your crush on him, your own commander, had been visible to any and all that cared to look. And that included even him, as well. 

Though he never quite returned your feelings. all of your attempts at catching his attention fell flat. Your commander did not care for romance, and did not care for you beyond you being a knight under his command. Still, you persisted and tried your best again and again to earn his praise and affection- through always training, keeping spare food from your own rations for him, willing to do any and all tasks. 

And then, Khaenri'ah falls, and you get injured and cursed to a painful immortality. It's devastating, it's cruel and painful and you end up separating from your group, including your commander- never knowing what happens to him.  

Five hundred years pass in resentment and bitterness, then a bone-deep exhaustion and now... 

The wind howls over the desolate, forgotten battlefield, carrying with it memories of long-lost battles and fallen comrades. You stand among the remnants, staring at the tattered banner of a past era. The centuries have been cruel, not just to the land, but to you. You don't know why you came back here, yet you can't bring yourself to leave just yet. 

Your legs ache- a dull, persistent pain that has been your constant companion for centuries. The curse has worn you down, body and soul, until all that remains is a tired will to survive. You sigh and shift your weight, leaning heavily on the stone slab you were using to remain upright. There’s little left to fight for now. Just a hollow existence.

Then, you feel it- the heavy presence of someone behind you. It’s not the first time you’ve felt a presence like this, and for a brief moment, a flicker of recognition stirs in your chest. You turn slowly, your body heavy with exhaustion, and there he is. Once, he'd been your commander. Now, he is a Fatui Harbinger.

Capitano.

The man you once idolized, the commander you adored. But that was so long ago, so distant it feels like another lifetime. Now, the sight of him- tall, imposing, clad in the black armor- stirs nothing inside you but weariness. His mask is as dark and unreadable as the void, hiding every part of his face, giving no hint of the man beneath. The commander you knew is long gone, replaced by this Harbinger, cold and unrelenting. Even if certain traits still exist within him.

“You’ve come back,” you murmur, your voice barely louder than the wind.

His head tilts ever so slightly, the black mask making it impossible to see his eyes. Yet you can feel his gaze locked on you, weighing you down even more. Once, you would have given everything for such attention.

“I’ve come to claim you.” he replies, his voice deep and resonating from behind the mask. The sound of it is steady, almost indifferent, yet it carries an unsettling weight of finality. 

You don’t move, don’t resist. The fatigue that has plagued you for centuries sinks deeper into your bones. “Claim me?” you echo softly,  chuckling. “What’s left to claim, Capitano? There’s nothing here anymore. I hold no adoration for you anymore."

The mask remains still, impenetrable, yet his presence grows more suffocating as he steps closer. “You were always mine,” he says quiet yet resolute. “And you still are.”

You sigh, not out of fear, but of sheer exhaustion. The energy to fight him, to resist, just isn’t there anymore. “I’m not the same soldier I used to be, commander. That person’s long gone. You should leave me here, where I belong.”

But Capitano doesn’t leave. Instead, his gloved hand reaches out and grips your wrist, firm but not painful. You don’t pull away. You simply look at him, weary and resigned, watching as he brings out a ring, dark as his armor. You don’t ask why—your mind too clouded with fatigue to even care.

He slides the ring onto your finger, his voice low and steady. “This is your place, with me. You’ve wandered for too long.”

You look down at the ring. It's cold. “It’s been centuries, Capitano,” you say, your voice a whisper. “Do you really still think I belong to you?”

He pulls you closer, until you’re pressed against his chestplate, the harsh cold of his armor making you shiver. His masked face hovers above yours, unreadable, but his grip is firm, unyielding. “I never stopped thinking it,” he murmurs, voice deep and possessive. “You admired me once- more than anyone. That devotion is mine to keep.”

You don’t fight him. You can’t. The years have taken too much out of you. “That was a lifetime ago,” you sigh, resting your head lightly against his armor. “I’m not sure I even know who you are anymore.”

“Then I’ll remind you,” he says, his voice soft but filled with dark certainty. “You will stay with me. We will be wed, and you will never be alone again. Your suffering ends with me.”

For a moment, you close your eyes, letting the heavy weariness wash over you. Part of you wants to resist, to push him away. But the truth is, you’re tired- so tired. The centuries of pain and solitude have worn you down to the point where even the idea of fighting feels like too much. Capitano’s grip is cold, but it’s steady, and in that moment, you almost feel… relieved. You don’t want to admit it, but the thought of someone else taking control, of someone else carrying the weight you’ve been shouldering alone, is tempting. Especially if it's him.

“Is this really what you want?” you ask, though you already know his answer.

His arms tighten around you, drawing you in even closer. “It’s not just what I want,” he says, voice low. Unbending. “It’s what will be.”

He lifts you into his arms with ease, your body too tired to struggle, too worn to protest. You glance up at the dark mask once more, seeing nothing but the void where his face should be. And yet, for the first time in what feels like ages, you don’t feel completely alone.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

“Snezhnaya,” he answers, his tone firm and absolute. “My home. Where you belong.”

You let out a soft sigh, leaning into his chest, your body going limp in his hold. “I’m too tired to fight you, Capitano. I don’t think I care anymore.”

His response is unwavering. “You won’t need to fight. You’ll be with me now. I’ll take care of you.”

As he begins to walk, each step echoing the finality of your fate, you close your eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion. The world around you fades, and all you can feel is his steady, unrelenting presence. The future, dark and uncertain, is no longer your burden to bear. So what if your freedom is to be taken away?

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” you murmur faintly.

“I do,” Capitano replies, his masked face tilting down toward you, his voice calm yet possessive. If he holds you any tighter, the claws of his armor would dig into your skin. “You’re mine. That is all you need.”

And as the cold winds of the battlefield sweep behind you, you let go of whatever fight you had left.

Part 2

[feyascorner]

blurry eyes

summary. Orin takes Astarion as a hostage and you nearly lose your mind trying to get him back. Even when you do, things aren't the way they used to be.

warnings. angst/comfort

pairing. Astarion x GN!Reader

a/n. fluffier break from TFBU bec it's draining the soul out of me🧍‍♀��� this is kinda messy but for me orin always kidnaps lae’zel and Im glad it’s never astarion but what if;;;

You're not yourself. Everyone knows it. Not since Orin showed up at camp wearing Astarion's face, his own blood smeared on the poor imitation of the cheeks you love so deeply. She taunted you, smiling wickedly in a way that made your stomach churn before you lunged at her with a blade, only for her to vanish into a mist of red.

You usually prefer to use your silver tongue to get out of a dangerous situation. But now, all you want to see is her blood sprayed across a wall.

There are bags under your eyes, going days without sleep. You hadn't realized how accustomed you'd become to his arms cradling you in the dead of night, his cold hands wrapped around your shoulders and your cheek pressed against the crook of his neck. You hadn't realized how attached you'd gotten to him.

The fight is quick. Despite your companion's warnings to get some rest, you charged into Bhaal's temple the moment you had access to it, and rightfully so, because she didn't stand a chance against your wrath.

And now, even with him at your fingertips, laying so peacefully on a stone slab with his eyes shut, all you can feel is the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You gently touch his cheek, and you find that it's cold, as it's always been. There's a slice of a knife, surely to leave a scar if it's not treated well. You smile a bit, the first time in days, thinking of how he'd complain about the blemish a few weeks from now.

He finally stirs, and when his eyes peel open to your face, his face falls.

"Gods above," he whispers. "Stop with the damn tricks, Orin. I'm no fool."

Your heart breaks. And while all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and wipe away his frown, the adrenaline holding you together is long gone. You're exhausted, you realize, only managing to grab the edge of the stone slab before you crumple onto your knees, vision going blurry.

Ah, maybe you should have rested.

No, not when he'd been here to suffer alone, forced to face Orin's blood-thirst. Not when you'd smelled his blood on her blade.

You want to comfort him, but nothing comes through your throat.

The two of you don't speak much. He doesn't speak much to anyone, for that matter, for a few days. You can sense the uneasiness of your other companions, who don't dare ask what Orin did to him while you'd nearly lost yourself trying to get to him. You don't approach him, fearing he might recoil away.

The only thing you can do is watch over him while he writhes in his bed, drenched with sweat and nightmares you cannot take away. You're not even sure if they're about Cazador or Orin anymore, but you can't bring yourself to touch him or the healing scar on his cheek in hopes of soothing him.

It's only two weeks later when most of your companions have gone out, and it's just the two of you on opposite sides of the room. You rub at your blade with a cloth, numbly focused on sharpening it for a bigger foe while he's still reading his book in a silence that should feel comfortable but only makes your mouth dry.

"Hells, I can't do this anymore."

You blink as he strides across the room, and he's suddenly sitting next to you while you continue staring at him like he grew a mushroom from his head. "Do what?"

"We must talk about---well, you know, darling."

Even in this brittle stage of your relationship, the way he says your nickname is loving. It makes your heart squeeze.

You place the blade on the ground. "Okay. We can talk."

There's a silence that hangs in the air before he sighs. "Torture is not a foreign concept to me, my dear. If my years under Cazador's palace did anything for me, it's made my pain tolerance impossibly high."

You frown. This does not make you feel better.

He eyes you from the side, leaning back on both his hands. "What I'm trying to say is, you don't have to worry so much about me. Even if I were to perish, I'm sure there are other vampires willing to help you with your cause to defeat the Elder Brain, though they'd be considerably less charming."

You're immediately on your feet. "Of course, I was worried about you! And I don't care if you've gone through hell and back, pain is still pain, and I don't want to see or think about you even stepping foot into something like that, much less the temple of the Lord of Murder!"

He stands after you. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Other vampires?" you say in disbelief. "Well, I don't want other vampires, I want the one that I can't even sleep without."

Your eyes are glossy now, and you hate yourself for it. You should be consoling him, not becoming emotional over the torture that he experienced. But the words come out like vomit, and you can't stop yourself.

"Love, please don’t ruin your pretty face with tears,” he tries, hands awkwardly hanging in the air as he struggles to find what to do.

“Don't act like getting kidnapped isn't a big deal," you swipe at your eyes. "You won't even talk to us."

He blinks. "Me? Avoid speaking with you?"

"Yes!"

"Well, forgive me for giving you space. You looked positively demented after you were done stabbing that vile woman to the death, I assumed you needed time to recover before I could approach you."

"What? I was giving you space."

"I assure you it was the other way around.”

“You were avoiding me!”

“Because you were avoiding me!”

You're both just staring at each other now, at a loss of words for what turned out to be a miscommunication that should have been resolved days ago. The silence hangs thickly in the air, and a rush of emotions runs between you two, expressions shifting every few moments before they simultaneously become one.

He purses his lips to refrain from smiling. You stifle a laugh.

Then you're both laughing and while the topic of discussion does not warrant as such, you can't help yourself when days of ignoring one another have come down to such a minor bump between you. When both of you calm, you sigh again, this time in utter relief. "This was anticlimactic."

"It was," he confirms. "But this one time, I don't mind."

Wordlessly, you wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest while he returns the gesture by holding you tighter. You stand there a bit, quietly, until he clears his throat.

"For the record, I don't want you to go around searching for other vampires."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

You decide he can tell you more about what happened when the time comes, but now, you're more than happy the way you are.

[1randomcomic]

A Reaver's Fate

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Clang, creak. Clang, creak. Clang, creeeak. Clang!

The sound of the rusted iron door of my cell opening and closing with the howling wind woke me once more. Blearily, I rubbed my eyes open. The glow from the ever-burning torches faintly illuminated the cell that I’ve called home for—Gods, I don’t even know how long at this point. I sat up on the slab of stone that constituted for my bed, rubbing the remaining sleep from my eyes. I swung my legs around to the open side of the ‘bed’, raising my arms behind my head to stretch. 

Crack!

The familiar sound of my joints cracking brought a small smile to my face. If there’s anything that I’ve learned in my indefinite stay here, it’s to appreciate the small things. The scratchy pillow that the last guard to watch over my cell had given me from his own bedding; The fresh, albeit cold, air that swirled and howled throughout the halls; The—now filled—paper and empty quill another guard had gifted me after I mentioned how I used to make blueprints of weaponry for His Majesty’s army; Even the uncomfy but fitting clothes I’d been given so I wouldn’t freeze. 

A sigh escaped my lips, my cracked goggles fogging up in the chilly air of my cell. Cracking my neck, I got off my bed. Standing up fully, I did my morning stretches. Nightly stretches? Midday stretches? I wasn’t quite sure what time it was anymore. I used to be able to tell what time of day it was by who was guarding my cell. Jenford in the morn, Aylex during midday, and Merrin during the night. Or was it Merrin in the morn, Jenford during midday, and Aylex during the night? I don’t know anymore, it’s been so long since I’ve seen any of them—or anyone for that matter. 

I shook my head, clearing those confusing thoughts from my mind. After completing my stretches, I walked through my cell, inspecting everything. It was a ritual at this point. Go to the door and inspect the rust covering it. More seems to have covered the sliding mechanism where the guards used to slide my food through. I tried moving it slightly with my fingers, but it refused to budge. 

“Must be rusted shut.” I mused to no one in particular. 

After studying the door, I headed over to the wall with what I think is my most recent marking of the number of days I’ve been here. I grabbed the small pebble and added another vertical slash onto the wall, marking the new day.

Next, I head back to my ‘bed’ and fix my pillow, fluffing up so it’s slightly more comfortable during the night. The pillow was the only thing that separated me from the stone while sleeping. The scent of Reeves’ cologne had long since faded with time, though the memory of his kindness still clung to me like a child would to their blanky. 

“I, uh.” Reeves cleared his throat, trying to hide something from me behind his back. “I noticed that you, uh. You tend ta have bruises an’ cuts on your face afta’ sleepin’. So I, uh.” He looked away in embarrassment, his cheeks flushing red as the blood rushed to his face and screwing his eyes shut. He looked slightly like a tomato from the market stalls in King’s Square. 

“Takemypillow,it’lldoyousomegood.” He slurred while shoving a well-worn travel pillow towards me. I blinked for a few awkward seconds, unmoving as I stared at the pillow. He nervously opened one eye, both of us glued to our positions, unsure what to do. 

“Do—do you not want it?” He asked, his lip quivering like a wet dog in the cold. 

His question brought me out of my stupor. I blinked a few more times before responding. “I—I don't know what to say. Thank you, Reeves.” My voice was barely above a whisper and yet it felt like the loudest sound I had ever heard, louder than the bang and explosions of artillery in the cacophony of battle. 

I shook my head, chasing those far off memories away before I broke down again. 

“There’s no use in dwelling on the past, it just makes us weak and liable to ignore the future.” My old Master used to say. 

Master… Gods, I haven’t thought about him in years. Decades? I truly can’t tell how long I have been here for anymore. Still, I miss that sly old man and his strangely useful wisdom. I miss the way he used to braid my hair when it got too long and how he used to sneak confidential scrolls that were far too out of my league into my room to study. 

I chuckled sadly, sniffling as I felt tears prickle at the corner of my eyes. Ah, shit. I’m already breaking down again. I wiped my tears away with my sleeve, only to feel more coming. The tears rolled down my face as my chest heaved for a comforting presence that I knew I would never feel again for as long as I lived. For what felt like days I stood there, hovering over my ‘bed’, sobbing silently and longing for the warmth of the man who raised me. 

When I had finally come to my senses, my body ached. There was also a dull throb in my head that was particularly vexing. Wanting to retain some sense of normalcy, I dragged my uncooperative feet to the pile of paper covered in various diagrams I would draw in my youth. I attempted to sit down, only for my body to collapse in exhaustion. 

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“This place gives me the creeps.” 

“Oh, quit being such a wimp, Gunar.” 

“I am not a wimp! You just clearly lack any self-preservation! If you hadn’t taken this stupid job, we could’ve been in Varmoss drinking right now!”

Davi scowled at the Lizard-folk, she’d had enough of his whining and moaning about their current job. “Shut up, Gunar! I don't ‘lack self-preservation’, you’re just a coward with a drinking problem. Besides, it’s just a clear-cut exploration mission. ‘Explore the ruins beyond the borders of the ancient kingdom of Hemonar. Find out what’s there and if there’s anything of value for Her Majesty’s Archives.’ It’s a simple job.” 

Gunar scoffed, “Yeah, and what are we going to do if we found any Reavers?”

Davi gave him a scathing glare. “I highly doubt that we’d run into any Reavers.” She barely managed to suppress the urge to shudder at the mention of those foul creatures. 

You could never trust a Reaver, no matter how harmless they try to convince you that they are. They brought about only pain and destruction. She had to learn that lesson the hard way. 

As the two continued exploring the ruins, they came across a hallway that led to a thick, rusted iron door that seemed to open ever so slightly and then slam shut in a consistent rhythm. The door had an openable slot that was likely used to feed whatever prisoner was stuck in there, but it appeared to be rusted shut. 

The two shared a look. Gunar shook his head, trembling slightly. Davi rolled her eyes and gestured to his Scimitar. He gulped nervously while unsheathing the weapon. Davi grabbed the handle of the door, which was curiously unlocked, and turned it to the right. The door shuddered and groaned as it opened, having clearly not been opened for centuries. 

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Clank! Clank, click, clank! 

Footsteps? Who in the Reagent’s name is here? The sound of armoured footsteps grew louder, loud enough for me to discern that there were two sets of footsteps coming towards my cell. I sat still, praying that they’d turn around and come back another time, preferably when I wasn’t stuck reliving the bittersweet memories of my imprisonment at the hand of Ser Nightcolt’s forces. 

I waited with baited breath, staring at the door to my cell. For a few tense moments, the door remained closed. Despite the now silent halls, I could still feel my heart hammering in my chest. The sound of it was so deafening that I almost felt like I was back in The Forges. With the sweet sound of hammers hitting steel and fires roaring as I shoveled more coal into the furnaces. 

NO! Now’s not the time to be longing for the familiar ash and soot scented halls I owned. Get your head in the game, Duskroar! There are people outside your cell! They could be bandits that will force you to create all manner of terrible things for them! 

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind and refocus on the present. 

���Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Focus on the now. Leave your thoughts be, let them come and go, like a leaf in the wind. Breathe in, breathe out.” I could hear Master Drust’s voice walking me through the familiar breathing exercise from my childhood, almost as if his spirit was still here guiding me, even in death. 

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

Don’t dwell on your intrusive thoughts, let them be and focus on your senses.

Five objects near me: The diagrams, my quill, the empty jar of ink, the clothes on my back, and my pillow. 

Four sounds I can hear: The howling wind, my chest heaving as I try to slow my breaths, the silence of my door..

Shit! My cell door is never quiet! I could feel my heartrate picking up tremendously, its drumming drowning out the sound of the cell door opening. 

As the door opened, I saw two figures rush inside. Both had their weapons drawn. One was a stout Dwarf that was carrying a battle axe of some sort, one clearly far less advanced than what my wife used to make in The Forges. The other was a trembling Lizard-kin holding a not very well taken care of Scimitar out towards me. His—her?—grip was shaky, as if they were going to drop it and flee at any moment. 

The dwarf’s face went pale, as if they’d seen a Ghoul. Their eyes were wide with fear, but they held their axe steady. “Cò thu? Dè tha thu a 'dèanamh an seo?” They shouted in, what was, a language similar to Dwarvish but clearly more than just a newer dialect. 

“Is mise Duskroar, cé tusa?” Gods, I really need to brush up on my Dwarvish.

The two looked at me in surprise, not expecting me to speak Dwarvish. The Dwarf narrowed their eyes at me. Their eyes were a piercing green, one that made it seem like they were looking into my soul, judging my very existence. They turned to the Lizard-kin, careful to keep me in their sights before speaking in a tongue I couldn’t recognise. The two conversed for a bit before the Dwarf turned back to me. 

“Hva vet du om dette stedet? Ah, shit. That’s not Common….” The Lizard-kin muttered. They cleared their throat before speaking again, “Ak-hem. What are you doing here? What can you tell us about this place?”

Common? Huh, it’s not quite how I remember it but I can work with it. 

“This is—or was—a fortress that Ser Nightcolt’s forces used to keep high profile prisoners.” The two seemed quite shocked, sharing a look of surprise. 

“So you are, er, were a prisoner here?” 

“Indeed. I got captured during the Battle of Mistband and transported here. I do hope my wife is okay, it’s been…” I started counting on my fingers, “One, two, three, four, eight, eleven… I don’t know how many years since I’ve seen her.” 

“Why did Ser Nightcolt’s forces capture you?”

“I am an Artificer. I work for King Vollert of Hemonar. I studied under Grand Wizard Drust of His Majesty’s Court.”

The two shared another look, this one bordering on a mixture of pity and skepticism.

“Should we…?”

“Should you what?” I asked, perplexed. What are they trying to hide from me? 

“Go on. Tell them, Gunar.” The Dwarf made a gesture for the Lizard-kin—Gunar, I presume—to continue.

“Are you sure, Davi? Are you sure that this is a good idea?”

The Dwarf, Davi, glared at Gunar. “Just do it, I’ll buy you a drink later.”

Gunar gave them a sharp-toothed grin before turning their focus back on me. “I’m not sure how exactly to tell you this, but… King Vollert of Hemonar has been dead for about half a millennia. His kingdom fell about five hundred and fifteen years ago.”

“And what of Ser Nightcolt’s forces?” This can’t be right. Has it really been over 500 years since I got sent here? They're joking, right?

“The Nightbourne Empire fell roughly two hundred years after the Kingdom of Hemonar.”

“So it’s true… If they’re all dead… Why am I still alive? Why did I live and they die? Why must the Gods be so cruel?” I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my hands clamming up. My breaths became raggard, my lungs struggling to take in any air. It felt as though my throat was being crushed by my Uncle’s hands, like when I was a child.

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Translations:

Cò thu? Dè tha thu a 'dèanamh an seo?: Who are you? What are you doing here? in Scottish Gaelic

Is mise Duskroar, cé tusa?: I’m Duskroar, who are you? in Irish

Hva vet du om dette stedet?: What do you know about this place? in Norwegian

(All Translations are from Word Hippo)

You have been imprisoned for so long that you have completely lost track of time. You are not even sure whether those who imprisoned you are still alive. When finally someone came to check on you they were surprised to find you, claiming that the dungeon has been unused for centuries.

[soliloquyepistolary]

What does AJ represent?

In the dream, there’s a beautiful house that I’m in, it belongs to a stranger that I don’t know. It’s a very old style house, like the ruins of a medieval castle that got remodelled into a modern home. I’m in her bedroom and I am looking out of a huge window that seems to take up the space of an entire wall. The view is absolutely incredible. It's so beautiful. It's like somehow the room is perched on a rock or a stone slab and forms its own island. I can see the beach and the beautiful blue sky. The horizon feels so open and inviting, the energy so pristine and light. I can see water lapping up around us. There are two white lotus flowers nestled gently upon the water on the bank where the water meets the sand. All of this is making me so emotional, my heart is swelling with happiness. I am crying my eyes out, I keep sobbing because I can’t believe it. It’s picture perfect, but it’s real. The lady who owns the house is probably around 40, she is standing and watching me as I cry with a small smile on her face. I think she gains a bit of a new perspective since she obviously comes from old money and probably takes what she has for granted. As the are waves gently crashing around the square of her bedroom, I wonder if what happens when the sea level rises and if there’s a flood and tsunami risk.

I leave her house and I realise it’s on a street in Alphington. I looked around and recognise a bunch of other street names that are in Alphington, I see the characteristic green street signs with capital letters. It doesn’t look or feel like real life at all, it's like a beautiful dream rendition. It feels like I’m in Switzerland where everything I look at is picture perfect. Even the sky seems higher than usual, like there is no 'ceiling' to this reality. The sky is a light blue and it's so bright and sunny. The energy here is so light and happy. It feels like Earth but it also feels like heaven. All the houses are so beautiful, I start to think that I've walked into a wealthy-person area but it's more than that. Everything is so idyllic looking. I walk past some kind of small market or fair that is happening on a patch of grass. There are food stalls, possibly even a sausage sizzle. But suddenly a fire breaks out of nowhere, it seems to just randomly appear out of thin air, landing on the people and spreading from person to person very quickly. An event that seemed like calamity just appeared like that. But even as I am observing, I feel the fire is fake somehow. It looks like CGI fire, like poorly done special effects on a movie. The people are reacting like it’s real but the peculiar way it is setting people alight and then spreading from person to person seems unbelievable. This isn't how the physics of fire works at all. And then I just 'know' that it's only a fire drill. The people are running away and their skin is burning. But I don’t hear any screams. It's like the people aren’t really there anymore, they’re NPCs. They're reacting the way they're supposed to and that's it. This observations occurs in seconds and for a bit I am stunned with what has suddenly happened but I quickly regain my composure and run to a hose tap that is off to the side and turn it on. There is lady who is close by to me and I can tell her hand is burnt so I put the running water on her hand and I am thinking about how this needs to happen for 10 minutes to reduce the worst of a skin burn. I don't know that I see any burn on her skin though. I use my phone to call triple 000. The lady on the phone doesn’t seem very phased when I tell her where we are and what has happened. I tell her it would have been nice to know that we were having a fire drill, a heads up that none of this is real. So that we didn't need to overact like this and assume that it was real. So I must have known it was fake the whole time even though I was playing the part that it was a real fire. She didn’t say anything back I don’t think she even sent any firefighters

Jacob is leaving as our irrigation teacher and two other things shown to me that signify this reality is ending

[cinnamonest]

Okay, I just finished the windblume event, and my brain slapped me with this concept:

Imagine that Venti walks the streets of Monstadt as the Anemo Archon Barbatos while the festivities of Windblume takes place. Just like how Rex Lapis descend to give his predictions for the year.

Since the windblume can be anything... why not a person? So, you are chosen as the Windblume star. You're not that thrilled since the Anemo Archon reminds you of the green menace that is just a little too touchy with you, too convenient how you can easily spot him from the corner of your eye wherever you go... But it's not like you can refuse the honor! Barbatos is going to be there and personally receive this year's offering.

So the day arrives, and you are walking side by side with the Grand Acting Master Jean, about to get to the statue in front of the Cathedral. When you arrive, you expect the same stone slab they set every year for the star to lay the offering, but you are greeted by a disposition a little bit different.

The stone slab have been placed a little farther away from the statue in a more open way, enough for people to crowd around it. No kids were in sight, and everyone had this glint on their eyes as they set them on you and Jean. As you are approaching the crowd, the table rather than being rectangular is one of a circumference, covered in a white cloth and a crown of Cecilia at its foot. You frown at the different arrangement, but don't think too much about it.

Jean stops and so you do. She gives a look at the white tunic similar to the very god that's being celebrated. It was given to you earlier in the day and asked you to wear it for tonight's offering. It was a little weird, but you just shrugged it off, happy for being given the honor and haven't seen Venti in all day putted you in a good humor for argue.

The crowd parted in two when Jean's hand out reached towards the table, a clear sign for you to walk to it. You let out a sigh and clutched harder the small bouquet of Lamp grass, it's blue glow was quite comforting and worked as a beacon of light even in the most dark nights, reassuring and always guiding . That's the reason as to why you decided to offer them to the Anemo god this year.

You knew that Barbatos was going to be present, but as you enter the circle of people and walk towards the table, his awaiting form at the edge of the slab made your pulse quicken.

A soft blush coated your cheeks as you suddenly became painfully aware, when the cold wind of the night picked up and touched your exposed pussy, that they only gave you a gown to wear.

Your bare self covered by a flimsy piece of fabric, the people around you starter to whisper between them, but your blood was rushing so fast through your ears, and your heart thumping so hard in your chest made your flush deepen, your face resembling a tomato by the time you got face to face with the governor of your land.

He smiled at you, and took the bundle of flowers from your grasp, barely making an effort to take them due to you being flustered by the new discovery. Barbatos gently lied the lamp grass on the edge of the table, and grabbed your hands as he addressed the people around him:

"Citizens of Monstadt. What a beautiful night to be celebrating freedom and love" Barbatos tugged on your hand. You being somewhat listening to his words, the small gesture took you by surprise, and you had move a hand on top of Barbatos' chest to stabilise yourself. He looked at you by the corner of his eyes, he released a small laugh before looking at the crowd again.

You furrowed your eyebrows. His laugh sounded a little bit familiar, the face of a certain bard quickly flashed through your mind after recalling from where you have hear it. But just as it came, you dismissed it without a second thought. They share quite the similarities, but it's impossible for Venti to be related to the Archon himself.

"This year's star's offering is Lamp grass. A flower deep in the wilderness of Wolvendom, they shine as earthly stars for as guide they act for those who walk the night"

You smiled a little bit, happy that your God could understand the meaning behind your bouquet.

Barbatos took a moment to gaze in all of the people before settling his eyes on yours. His lips formed a smile, and you mimicked his actions without hesitation. He opened his mouth, the smile still present, and with a voice a little bit soft and deeper, added:

"But"

Your smile weaken somewhat.

"The real flower, the windblume of this year..." the Archon grasped both of your wrist, and in a quick movement that you weren't expecting, layed you down on the stone table back in first, your eyes meeting the starred night for a second before being capture by Barbatos' wind coloured eyes.

"...is something that our lovely star has within her; more precisely..." His hand pressed and tighten around your wrist before releasing them, slowly caressing his way down through your arm, softly cupping the curve of your breast when he passed on your chest, and Finally ending on the green sash around your waist used to keep the tunic closed. Your eyes widened at that.

"The purest flower a woman can give to her husband, usually at nights very similar to this one" the intensity with how Barbatos' eyes were looking at you, and how he purred the sentence, made your whole body shiver.

Not the shiver of excitement, for being part of something so important for the people of Monstadt and its culture, but the way of a prey when hunted down by a predator.

The very same feeling you always get when catching Venti watching you from the corner of your eyes.

You suddenly jolted. The Anemo Archon's word finally sinking in, you tried to sit on the table, but the sudden pressure of the God's hand on your stomach made you lose your breath. He took chance of this opening, and with a harsh yank he pulled off the sash from your body, letting the pristine white tunic fall open, leaving you bare to the eyes of the crowd.

You took a sharp intake of air, back arching towards the sky from the movement. Your nipples hardened both from the cool breeze of the night and the shame of being presented like this to the eyes of the people you have learn to know as neighbours and friends.

Whispers exploded around you. You tried your best in keeping your concentration in regaining your breath, eyes shut out of embarrassment. What you were thinking as a beautiful night transformed into a horrifying nightmare.

Barbatos' voice cutted through the cacophony, the sudden reappearance made you open your eyes and connect them with his:

"The purity of an untouched maiden, is what this year's Windblume will be"

The Anemo Archon lowered himself from his straddling position around your hips, hot breath touching the cold and reddened shell of your ear. He chuckled again, this time you couldn't pretend it was a coincidence.

Slowly, you turned your head to meet his eyes; pupils blown wide and hooded pools of dark green and blue returned your terrified ones. With the new angle, his lips were mere inches away from yours, and Venti, with a triumphant smile, whispers:

"To be the bride of a God, your whole being shall belong to me"

You did not have the force to fight anymore.

( ...AND THAT'S IT. SORRY FOR MY SHITTY ENGLISH AND PROBABLY OOC VENTI. I am going to cry if this is really long for tumblr and delete it)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No this is wonderful anon I - bless you

[naejigo]

Angst Drabble: Monochrome

Blake has never felt fear quite like this. As she sprints past the tree branches, ignoring all the cuts they gave her, ignoring the screaming of her muscles as she cut through the forest, half the mind panicking and trying to keep it together at the same time.

Weiss screamed. They were on a team mission and got separated. She don't know if Yang and Ruby are nearby. She don't know if they heard it too. She don't know if they're safe. But she does know her ears weren't playing tricks. Weiss had screamed. She's somewhere in the forest, probably hurt.

Blake has felt fear before. But the fear that gripped her when Weiss's faraway scream of sheer wrongness reached her was wholly new. It was eternal. Blake would be damned if she had frozen over another second, which lead her to this, running over to Weiss, not even knowing where she is.

But then-

With a skidding halt, Blake stops underneath an oak tree, thick snow befallen it like Everest mountain top.

Just 20 meters to her front, was Weiss.

Mangled, bleeding, motionless.

Motionless. Blake gasps and suddenly breathing was painful.

She screamed. She shrieked in anguish, in sorrow, she screamed to the unjustness of it all. Why Weiss?

She ran and slides roughly through the thick snow (mixed red, no longer pure white, just like the fallen victim). Right next to Weiss.

Blake was gonna hurl. She takes it back, the scream set nothing as dreadful as this.

She can feel her body trembling violently as she asses the gruesome... Wounds.

Weiss was losing a chunk of her stomach. Her right leg bend- twisted in a way it shouldn't have been. A long and impossibly deep gash ran down from her collarbone, circling back to the side of ribs, bones can be seen.

What Grimm; what monster had done this to her beloved?

She gathered the fragile body and into her trembling arms. Weiss felt cold. And light. So light. And impossibly limp. Blake feared the worst.

"Weiss... Oh no... No, no, no... No! It shouldn't have been like this- no! Goddamnit... Weiss..." She weeps, and she blames, and she cursed.

And then a rasp traveled through Weiss's trachea, as shattered as it sounds. Weiss was breathing.

Ears perked up and hope peaking, Blake carefully traced the woman's face, calling out her name and praying.

"Oh God, oh God, please. Baby, please. Open your eyes for me... I need you, Weiss... Please. " hot tears cascading as she pleads

A meek breath, and a pained groan followed by the scrunching of her face. Blake felt helpless knowing Weiss is feeling the pain. But she'd rather that than receiving nothing. She needs Weiss.

"Bl...ak- ungh!" The petite body of the fallen snow angel convulsed. Blake tried her best to hold her down without hurting her more. Whimpering as there was nothing else she could do. Blood was trickling like a river as it is. This is worsening it.

Soon Weiss eventually slumped back down in ragged breathing and unimaginable pain coursing through her veins and skin like active lava. Tears begin to fall helplessly as she feel her lifeline slipping.

Blake was sobbing. She was a mess. She wanted to help. She wanted to save her. But Weiss was missing a chunk of her stomach, they don't have enough fabric on them to stop the bleeding, she knew. And the blood loss has been tragic for a while now. Blake knew, she just-

Beyond the tears that blurred her amber eyes, Blake, in her helpless desperation, saw crystal clear blue eyes peeking from behind heavy eyelids. Dull and horribly wrong.

"Oh Weiss... Oh.. It wasn't- it shouldn't have been like this... Baby, no..."

With much difficulty and straining vocal muscle and pain shallowing her, Weiss croaked out;

"Blake..."

Blake gasped out more sobs which she swallowed back, "yes.. Yes, I'm here... Weiss."

Weiss's breathing was getting wet, and shallow, and... And thin. But she smiled. She tried to, her best. It was a tiny curl. Her eyes, already close to closing, winked a bit as she tried to make up the happiest expression for Blake.

"Blake..." it was tinier, slower, a slight whisper.

Blake knew what was coming. She knew what to do. For Weiss. For Weiss always.

Her lips trembled as she presses her face to Weiss's collarbone. Gritting her teeth as she tries hard to digest the truth.

She trailed her eyes back up and stare at Weiss. Her expression was one of acceptance. Blake can't help but feel defeated.

"I was thinking Weiss Belladonna would be a beautiful name... " she whispered, somewhat hopeful, fake happiness mustered with much bitterness as she croaked the words out.

Weiss let out a tiny gasp. She can't really feel her legs, or her waist anymore. The horrible pain flaring from her middle was numbing too. Oh, she knew. They both did.

Tears, this time much more lighter in feeling.

She put up all of her willpower to speak out the next words to come;

"I... I love.. That- Blake... Blake... I love you... "

Blake bit down another sob. She dip down and settles the gentlest, softest, loveliest kiss on Weiss's freezing one.

"I love you too..."

When she looked back up, Weiss's eyes were closing back. Her lips curled up more, as if happy.

Blake caught the final meek rasp that passed her beloved's lungs.

She watched, and she swore to the gods, as sun rays shine down on her face, serene and as if accepting. Blake thought she was beautiful. As always.

Blake felt numb. Strangely accepting of this, too. But deep down she knows, a part of her will never come to be, ever again.

She was no longer whole. Half her life here in her blood-soaked arms. Dead.

Blake doesn't know how long she had been there, in that position. Holding onto her beloved ever freezing body. Starring at the serene angel. But she heard voices. Shouts. Calling for her and Weiss.

"Weiss... Ruby and Yang are here... They'll find us soon... So can I... Can I just stay like this, for a while more?" She felt insane. But also heard. The wind blows but it wasn't chilly at all, in January. It felt affirming. Understood.

Blake sigh.

"I love you."

#

It was 2 years later, in Menagerie where she had once taken Weiss for a vacation. There were few retaliation but Kali and Ghira had been nothing but warm towards Weiss then.

Weiss had mention that she really love the island. Despite its lackluster and the people who do not like her. Weiss had loved the place.

And so she was laid here to rest for eternity.

Winter backed her up against Jacques when she had fought to bury her here. She remembers Weiss calling it home. And they succeed.

Ruby and Yang, were as heartbroken as ever. No more than Blake, but shattered still.

They managed. Somehow. Blake isn't nearly healed, but she's trying.

That's why she's here, right before the ship would sail back to Atlas where she will meet up with the sisters for the war that's waiting.

She put a single white lily on the tombstone, murmuring a few loving words, and left after a quick gentle kiss on the slab of stone.

Weiss Belladonna

An Angel of Which Blessed by the Gods.

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I had some serious inspiration there omg??? This might be the best thing I've write in MONTHS.

Pick your mono angst, God knows we need more of the angst of them.

@rainbowpepper consider this a token of betterment from me because I really disliked the request I wrote you, this is way better.

[facelessxchurch]

Yeah! Azula was definitely on my mind as I wrote that ask. Mevolent being the only Elemental since the Ancients who can project lightning would be a truly awesome thing, and also I remember that Vile attacked him without his battlesuit. We know he can probably manipulate earth effectively enough to re-assemble his own skeleton, so what if he immediately built a suit of armor around his body from shards of stone and ice then and there to fight Vile with?

Honestly, I don't think Mev covering himself in a rock-ice suit would fit him. His battle suit is made of 'fabric, leather and chainmail', which sounds like light armour suggesting a fighting style based on speed and agility instead of just tanking it. I was happy to see that fighting style in SoW when he was fighting the two assassins tbh. I'm really not a fan of how he fights when he faces off another god-tier character (Darquesse and especially the Unnamed) where it felt like they were just hitting each other until one of them collapses. I don't like such brutish behaviour/fighting styles.

So I feel like he would actually fight better without armour as opposed to heavy armour slowing him down. If anything I would only have him armour his torso and head so he can't be one-shot killed. Alternatively he could just use stones as a shield around him, having a few big slabs rotate around him to block any shadow spears. Also imagine the visuals of a shadow spear breaking through one stone slab and him quickly flying out of the way with the remaining slabs so he doesn't get hurt by the debris exploding in his face. Or him using the debris/broken rocks as projectiles. Also would work great as a game mechanic js .3.

"We know he can probably manipulate earth effectively enough to re-assemble his own skeleton"

I thought it was the effects of the black pool/suicide ritual that allowed him to heal so quickly?

"Mevolent being the only Elemental since the Ancients who can project lightning would be a truly awesome thing"

On that topic, a while back I mentioned I would have liked it of Mev would be a descendant of the Ancients. For one, it would explain why he's so powerful and why he's so tall (I headcanon the Ancients as taller as the average human which is why the grotesquery was so big, it's torso was from FO that had been possessing an ancient). With Val being revealed to be descendant of the FO it would put them in opposite roles from phase 1 with Mev being revealed to be a baddie that should have been destined to be the good guy and Val being a good guy that should have been destined to be the bad guy. Tho Val getting activated kinda ruined that dynamic :/

It would also make Mev betraying the Unnamed after he had trained him to become so powerful mirror nicely with the Ancients betraying the FO after they had given them the gift of magic.

It would also explain why he is so pious, he is essentially atoning for the sins of his forefathers by returning the Gods they had chased away. It makes him a traitor to both (the descendants of the) FO and his own ancestors.

While in the previous post (which I can't find anymore...) I said I'd like Mev to refuse being the Child of the Ancients and show immense character strength by forging his own destiny, it would also been cool if the fight between the Child of the Ancients and the King of the Darklands would be between Mev and the resurrected Unnamed in the final book with the prophecy having been misunderstood due to it having been so old that it had been written using a differente time systems and it wasn't meant to refer to the chosen one being 18 but instead to the Unnamed's death to occur in the 18th month of a certain year or meant to happen in the 18th millennia of a different time system, so the event already happened when Mev betrayed and killed the Unnamed, but no one knew bc no one was using that time system anymore and Mev just took it as 'eh, guess the prophecy was wrong'. Cheeky bastard thought he cheated destiny while in reality he full-filled the prophecy.

Just, Mev being a hero in his own right. Even if he is a fallen hero that had been corrupted and driven mad by the teachings of dark gods while still thinking himself righteous and acting in the name of the greater good.

[casikototmblr]

The Devil’s Wish - Part 4.

Summary: Reader sets the record straight with Venable, giving her an ultimatum. A scene happens in the dining area of the Outpost and reader helps to resolve it.

A/N: Yeet, this part contains smut. don’t say i didn’t warn you, lol ;).

Word count:  2,377.

You eyed the arrogant woman up and down as she paced into the boardroom, the thin heels of her shoes click-clacking on the pristine marble floor of the cynical room. You bobbed your head in the direction of the black and outlandish seat which was situated on the opposing end of the long-drawn table; encouraging her to sit down.

"Why am I here? I need this to be quick, I have an outpost to run!" She spoke firmly as she sat down slowly in the chair opposite, her bony and frail hands clasped tightly together as she impatiently sat.

"Managing the outpost isn't your concern anymore, Ms Venable. You should have apprehended that by now as I believe Michael has made it clear enough." You scoffed as she unclasped her paws and deposited them on the slabbed table.

"I was put in charge here, tasked with the fundamental duties of leading the outpost." She asserted sharply as she watched you intensely, her anger starting to display on her face and you had only just started. 

"I know that, but matters have changed. I understand what it's like, you've gone from running an outpost your way to now having someone else do it for you." You addressed as Venable sank into her tall seat, lifting her hands from the cold, metal table to the sides of her small frame.

"But what you have to understand is that Michael isn't here to undo what you've done. He's simply here just to do his job like you are." You continued as you rose out of your seat and moved swiftly over to the repulsive woman who followed your every move.

"I've been here longer than Michael, I know this place like the back of my hand!" Venable yelled as she became more outraged by the second at the thought of her position being jeopardised.

"Look, Ms Venable...I could bring your world crashing down with a single click of my fingers if I wanted to. I know people that would be more than happy to do so, myself included. I'm just asking you to back off, for your sake..." You scolded her as you towered over her delicate frame. "So, either take what I'm saying on board or face the consequences. It's up to you." You continued as you paced back to your elegant, black seat. 

"Can I just go now?" Venable groaned as she rose from her chair, her eyes fixed to you as the woman placed her hands behind her back.

"Of course...Just think of what we've spoken about today." You returned as you moved away from the woman before you exited the large room. You left Venable there as she clutched her hands together, the whites of her knuckles started to show.

As you made your way down the hallway and back to Michael's office, you were suddenly interrupted by a Gray. You looked the pale Gray up and down as she fumbled with the hem of her long sleeves, confusion displayed on your face as you set your hands on your hips. 

"Is everything okay?" You asked as you furrowed your brows in curiosity as to why they stopped you in the hallway.

"You might want to see this, Miss." The Gray responded as she ignored your previous question. The Gray started walking down the darkly-coloured hallway as you followed her quickly, wondering where she was taking you. 

As you came closer and closer to the end of the hallway, you heard raised voices. They seemed to be coming from the dining area. Both your's and the woman's paces became quicker as the shouts became louder.

"Ugh! If I have to eat another of these fucking god-damn blocks, I'll kill myself! I can't take this shit anymore.!" The shrill voice exclaimed. You quickly caught a glimpse of who the voice belonged to as you and the Gray swiftly turned the corner, now exposed to the screaming mess that was taking place in the open dining area. It was no other than Coco, of course.

"You know what, she's right! I can't take this shit anymore." The white-haired man exclaimed, knocking his chair to the floor with a force as he rose from his chair. You studied the situation as you made your way over, everyone else in the small dining area was sat down now apart from an eccentric Gallant. 

"You're more than welcome to leave, to rot outside like the rest of the world," Michael declared firmly, not noticing your presence as you stood a couple of meters away from him. 

"Gallant, just sit down...You're making a scene!" Evie exclaimed at Gallant, a serious look on her face as Gallant scoffed at her.

"Don't tell me what to do. You never gave a shit before, so don't start now." Gallant answered back as he grabbed a plate and tossed it at the bricked wall behind Evie - just barely missing her. The shards of china spewed everywhere on the concrete flooring. 

"Get out." Michael declared raising his voice now, the sound of his voice echoing off the walls of the outpost.

"Fine!" Gallant exclaimed with a laugh, throwing his hands up in defeat as he walked out of the dining area - only to be dragged back by two tall guards and knocked out cold. You watched on in shock as his unconscious body fell to the floor with a thud. 

"Move him somewhere else," Michael barked at the guards as they quickly obeyed his command, dragging Gallant along the floor in the opposite direction of the dining room past you. 

"Where's Gallant being taken?" You asked as you walked over to Michael, anger resonating on his face as he turned around to face you, stepping out of the dining area and closing the sliding door behind him. 

"To one of the chambers," Michael answered taking a deep exhale whilst he pinched the bridge of his nose, his head to the floor. "There's always something happening here..." He added softly with a sigh. You placed the tips of your fingers underneath his chin as you lifted his head, his soft eyes now looking at you instead. 

"People are still adjusting to the change. You have to be patient, Mikey. " You cooed softly as you grabbed his rough hand in your soft one.

Michael nodded along. 

"I have to go deal with Gallant." Michael continued as you squeezed his hand in yours. 

"I'll do it, you go back to the room and get some rest." You suggested as you ungripped his hand and placed yours on his soft cheek, rubbing the skin of his cheekbone with your thumb.

"What about lunch?" Michael asked as you moved your hand away, placing it beside your sides.

"We can do that another day, go get some rest." You continued as Michael approved before turning away and stepping down the candle-lit hallway to the right of him. 

It was a 5-minute walk down a labyrinth of tunnels and hallways before you finally arrived at the chamber Gallant was placed in. You nodded your head towards the door for the guards to open it as they strolled over and opened the flap. They took a quick peek inside and unlocked the door, giving you the go-ahead to enter. 

"Gallant?" You spoke softly as you glared at the man beginning to come conscious again.

"W-Wha- Where am I?" Gallant exclaimed confused as he jolted upright, examining the strange place. The walls were stone as well as the floor with very little lighting just bright enough to see Gallant's confused face.

"You're fine, We've just placed you down here for the time-being once you calm down." You explained as you placed your hands behind your back. "Now, what happened?" You asked.

"I-I don't know..I-I think I'm going insane. This place...This place is driving me over the edge." A rather confused Gallant exclaimed. You knelt to his level, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

"You're fine, you'll be back upstairs with the others in a minute." You had more sympathy than Michael did in situations like this. Michael probably would have kept him down here for a couple of days for the way how he behaved like a wild animal, showing him the consequences of what would happen if he was to repeat himself. You decided not to and to show some compassion - compassion which was needed at a time like this.

You held a hand out for Gallant to take. He grasped your hand and leaned on you, getting himself up.

"Thank you." A now calmed Gallant mumbled to you.

"Open the door." Your voice bounced off the walls of the small room. The door quickly opened, allowing you and Gallant to walk out. You made your way back to the seating area where the rest of the residents were, you glanced as Gallant made his way to the sofa.

"Feel better, Gallant." You spoke to him softly as you flashed him a smile before turning around and walking away in the direction of your's and Michael's room. 

You unlocked the door to your shared room and glanced over to see Michael asleep on top of the silk bedsheets. You sighed softly and stepped into the room as quiet as possible, making your way over to your side of the double bed. You kicked your small boots off and set them down before drawing the silky covers back and climbing into bed next to Michael. 

"Where's Gallant now?" Michael asked sleepily as he draped an arm over your body, pulling you closer to his.

"Back with the others." You responded softly as you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

"Why? He could have hurt someone before, or even killed Evie." Michael stated, his voice slightly raised at the thought of Gallant getting away with what happened. 

"I decided to show some compassion. It's a hard time Michael, for all of us." You cooed softly to Michael as you tried your best to calm him down. 

"Compassion that he doesn't deserve. I'll  be having a word with him tomorrow." Michael declared as you turned around to face Michael.

"There's no need, I dealt with it effectively." You added as you glanced at Michael.

"Alright if you say," Michael replied with a sigh as you straddled his hips. His hands snaked their way to your hips as you connected your lips to his in a passionate kiss; your hands placing themselves on both of his cheeks as he turned over, you now on the bottom.

"You want this, huh?" Michael spoke as you palmed him whilst Michael started to undress you. 

You nodded as you bit your lip, doing the same to Michael..

"Then I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be wanting it for a bit." He started kissing your clit, flicking it with his tongue fast. 

You moaned at the pleasure you were receiving, you bucked your hips forward maximizing the pleasure.

"Fuck, Michael!" You moaned out, your hands already wrapped in his hair. Michael ran a finger up and down your wet slit, drenching himself in your juices before thrusting his finger deep inside you causing you to scream out in pleasure. He added another finger, amping up the speed of the thrusts.

"You liking that, baby?" Michael cooed as he looked up at your body, weak at his touch.

You grabbed hold of his fingers and thrust them deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot. You threw your head back and moaned. He added another finger, intensifying the pleasure again now going faster and hitting your g-spot repeatedly with the three fingers.

Your legs and body twitched at the pleasure, your hands gripped the sheets as your stomach tightened as you edged closer to your climax.

"Cum baby." Michael cooed, softly into your ear, the words pushed you over the edge.  

"Fuck! ou moaned as you reached your high, your walls clenching around his fingers. Your juices flowed out of you as your legs trembled. 

Michael slid his fingers out, you opened your mouth requesting his fingers. He placed his fingers in your mouth as you licked yourself off them. You opened your mouth, letting them go.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," Michael said firmly, you did as he said. You turned onto your front and got yourself up. Michael unbuckled his belt and took his pants and boxers, his cock already hard. He grabbed his hard cock and ran it up and down your wet slit, drenching the tip in your juices. He pushed himself in slowly, you moaned, throwing your head back as he buried his cock in you. He grabbed your hips to steady himself and started thrusting in and out, first at a slow pace, teasing you.

"Michael.." You moaned. This turned him on, even more, he picked up the pace now slamming in and out of you. You felt your legs start to tremble as the vibrations trickled down your legs, you placed your hands on the top of the headboard to hold yourself up.

"Fuck.." You moaned loudly. He started going faster and faster, causing your stomach to tighten up, your legs almost caving in as you edged closer to your second orgasm. Michael leaned forward and grabbed hold of your tits, still slamming in and out of you.

The pleasure was too much for you to handle. Your legs gave out, you grasped onto the headboard as you came, just managing to keep yourself in the same position.

"Michael!" You screamed out as you came, your walls clenching tightly around his cock causing him to cum too. Yours and Michael's juices mixing. Michael pulled out and grabbed your weak body, pulling you into him as he pulled back the covers and threw them over.

You nestled into his chest as he held you in his arms whilst the pair of you caught your breath as you fell asleep, wrapped in Michael's arms.

[author-a-holmes]

Project Announcement Post

Camp Nano Update

Word Count: 3,306

Fey Touched has much shorter chapters than I'm used to writing, but if this is what the story demands, this is what the story demands! It does mean that just over 3k in, I'm right at the beginning of Chapter Three!

Excerpt from Chapter Three:

Just past the green were what looked like streets paved in uniform square stone slabs, with lights on top of poles at regular intervals, bathing their surroundings in pools of harsh orange light.

"You have no idea which way to go, do you?" Booker groaned, and Lizzy cleared her throat quickly, not willing to admit defeat just yet.

"Of course I do," she lied, pointing toward the orange lights, "it's that way." Quickly, Lizzy picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder before heading towards the street and hoping they would stumble over something recognizable before Booker called her on her bluff.

"And what makes you so sure?" he asked, even as he fell into step beside her, and she forced herself to roll her eyes as though she weren't making up answers on the spot.

"There are lights, and where there are lights there are people. If there are people, Booker, then there's going to be an inn-"

"A hotel."

"-a hotel, and then we can stay there for the night and figure out where to go next in the morning."

"With what money, Lizzy?" Booker prompted, and she shot him a glare.

"I have gems to trade, of course. I'm not a complete idiot."

"Did you fail the class on the Mortal Realm, by any chance?"

"Why?" she asked coming to an abrupt stop, suspicion rising at the amusement she could hear in Booker's voice, and when she turned to face him his green eyes were almost glimmering with suppressed laughter.

"Because humans don't work in trade anymore. Unless we can find a pawn shop of some kind tomorrow, those gems of yours are worthless here."

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TIME (ONEUS FANTASY AU)

Amber's POV

I am falling, I am falling. What do I do? I closed my eyes and covered my ears due to fear. I peeked and a colorful blinding light met my sight. I opened my eyes and looked up, the hole from above is gone.

"Why? Just why? How will I escape now?"

Slowly losing hope, I closed my eyes and let my body fall freely. Maybe this is the end? What sins did I commit to experience this? When will I stop falling? The wind is becoming stronger and I feel that I am falling faster now. I am ready to die. I'm sorry my brother, my mom. A tear escaped my eye and I fell onto something hard and died.

I opened my eyes and I am surrounded by trees in which the leaves are in rainbow color, pastels and black.

"Oh, I didn't die. I thought that was the end."

In front of me is a huge wooden gate covered with vines. I stood up and went closer to the gate, there is a keyhole in it, but where's the key? I looked around to my surroundings but it seems that there is no other way out.

"Ouch! What the fu-" Something hard fell onto my head causing me to flinch and rub my head. I looked above to see if there's anyone but found none.

"What was that?!"

When I looked down, I found a key with an emerald stone on it and picked it up.

"Woah— this is kinda heavy for a normal key,"

"Maybe this is it? Hmm."

I inserted the key and twisted it.

click!

Looks like luck is on my side today! I quickly withdraw the key and entered the gate without hesitation.

"It's so bright in here, I can't see anything." And with that I heard the gate shut. This is bad.

I turned around and tried pulling the gate but it doesn't budge. What am I gonna do now? I let out a heavy sigh.

"I am now trapped! My, my! Hmmp!" Angrily, I stomped on my way to the forest of which I wasn't familiar with. There were fruits I haven't seen or heard of but as much as I want to take and eat those, I'm afraid I won't make it 'til tomorrow.

As I am walking I feel like someone is following me and it stopped me for a second before I continue my journey to find the way out of this weird forest. My eyes wandered while I am walking, and I must say, even if the trees don't look normal to me, the place is beautiful and serene but not until I heard a loud growl.

"EEEH!?" A large white wolf with red eyes and blue fangs lunged in front of me causing me to jump and drop the key I was holding.

"Please don't come any closer!" I took a step back.

growl.

The large wolf stepped forward and onto the key.

"Little miss riding hood, what are you doing in this dangerous forest?"

"Perhaps, you want to be a dinner to the animal in front of you."

"I'm not little and I am not red riding hood! Wait— you can talk?!"

"Of course I do and I didn't say red, you're wearing plum! Why do you have the key to the front gate?"

I looked to my clothes and it was indeed plum and just like red riding hood's. I thought I'm still wearing my pyjamas, heck!

"I don't know either! It just fell out of nowhere!"

"Liar," the wolf growled loudly.

Suddenly, the wolf glowed and transfromed into a human. He picked up the key and shoved it into his pocket.

"What are you?!"

"Why should I tell you?" He snickered and walked closer.

"Don't answer my question with another question!" I took a step back.

"Aww, come on! I don't bite!"

"I don't believe you."

"Then don't."

"What are you, really?"

"No, what are YOU? Why are you here? How did you get into this forest? When did you came and where are you from?"

"Woah— did you just use all the WH questions?"

"Oh, what am I asking, I won't tell you until you give that key back."

"I will give the key if you answer all my questions. It's a promise."

"Fine. I am a human, I don't know how did I end up here, I just fell from a hole and poof! I'm transported in front of a huge gate. And I am from Earth, unlike you!"

"Earth? Of course, we're on Earth!" He shook his head while my jaw dropped from the information.

"You mean, you're from the mortal realm? Then you don't have any supernatural powers? You'll die here! You won't survive!" He handed back the key to me just as he promised.

"And I don't bite humans! Yikes!" He cringed and rolled his eyes.

"Wow, how nice of you, but atleast I won't be some dinner. Thanks! And what are you?"

"I'm a shapeshifter. And my name is Keonhee."

"Oh, I see."

"Is that all the reaction you've got?"

"What do you want me to say? Oh wow! You're a shapeshifter, cool! Can you transform into a worm for me? "

He rolled his eyes and flicked my forehead.

"Ow! It hurts!" I rubbed my forehead and glared at him.

"Tell me your name, human."

"I'm Amber."

"Nice to meet you, Amber."

"Well, nice meeting you too Mr. Shapeshifter but I need to hurry and get out of this place." I bowed to him before walking away.

"Wait for me! It's dangerous for a human to walk alone, there are lots of trickster creatures here!" Keonhee ran to my side and stopped me. Then, he transformed into a great lion in a snap. "You might get lost and be trapped here, forever. Now, go climb to my back and I'll take you there."

"Why are you helping me?" I said as I was climbing onto is back and gripping on his hair tightly. Once I settled down on a safe position he started running fast.

"I'm not bad, you know. That was just for a show," he laughed before adding, "I need to know your intentions, good or bad. So that I can help you or kill you, right there, at that moment."

"Sounds scary." He laughed at my comment.

"So, are we friends now? I mean, you're helping me and all."

"If that's how you call it."

"Woah! You're pretty friendly! I really thought you're cruel and harsh."

"I'm not as bad as you think."

"By the way, perhaps you can tell me the way out?"

"We just need to go straight ahead, then I'll drop you off near the pond, after crossing the lake someone will lead you the way out of the forest."

"Sounds easy."

"Not really." He laughed before continuing, "Let's fasten our pace before the sunset."

"Isn't it still early?"

"No... The time here flies so fast that you won't even notice that the sun is setting down."

"Woah, woah— hold on, you mean it's afternoon already?" What a strange place, I thought. And it kinda scares me.

He roared as an answer to my question.

"Don't worry, we're near the lake."

After several minutes, we have reached the lake and it's now his cue to leave. I jumped down from his back while he transformed back into human appearance.

"Thank you so much for leading the way, I could have been lost without your help."

"You're welcome and I'm sorry I can't go any further."

"No no no, it's okay. You have been much of a help, Keonhee. Thank you!"

"I'll get going now, until we meet again, Amber."

"Goodbye, Mister Shapeshifter the great." I waved at him.

He waved back and smiled before transforming into a butterfly and flew to the opposite way. This is it, I'm getting out of this place!

I walked further and reached boundary of the land. I looked for something I can use to cross the lake or something a I can step on so that I don't have to get my clothes wet, yet there is none. Neither slabs of rock are scattered on the lake. Desperate, I tried to dip my foot only to be stopped.

"What do you think you are doing?" A deep voice spoke from behind which sent shivers on my body.

I turned around to see the owner of the voice and said, "I was just trying to cross the lake, I'm sorry if I did anything wrong." I met a young man with a very attractive, beautiful yet masculine facial features, standing tall and dressed like a prince in white meters away from me. (see his concept photos wearing white)

"Who are you?" His eyes are beautiful but it is staring right at mine like looking straight to my soul.

"The name's Amber, Your Highness."

"Intruding my territory without any permission, a rude stranger, I see."

"Your Highness, you misunderstood my intentions." I suddenly became nervous and my heart is beating crazily, his accusation is wrong! "I didn't know that someone owns the lake so I tried to cross it and find the way out of this forest."

"I didn't ask you to explain, did I?" He walked towards me with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I'm s-sorry." I said as I looked down from embarassment. "Do you know who I am?" I shook my head as an answer while keeping my head dow. "That is a sign of disrespect, look at me when I am talking to you, " He lifted my chin and made me look at his beautiful face. "Much better."

"Do you know who I am?" I'm afraid to answer his question, I don't even know where am I. He might get angry at me if he doesn't like the way I answered.

"F-forgive me but I am new to this place." He smirked at my answer before raising his brow. "You should have gathered information before setting foot onto my place."

"I am Xion, the water god and the keeper of this lake," His voice is laced with confidence and authority as he introduced himself. But what shocked me are his next words, "and I know who you are, human— or should I say, Amber?" stunned, I can't think of anything to say nor forgot how to breathe. How did he know?

"You're curious, aren't you? I'm a water god, I can see right through everything. I know what you are up to and what you want to do. I can see that you have clean intention and a pure heart. But you must not let your guard down. It may lead you to danger."

"Your Highness, I need to get back home sooner. I was told to cross the lake first and after, someone will guide me the way out." I am not nervous anymore and did not stutter while explaining in calm manner.

"And that is me. But you need to answer 3 riddles before I let you cross the lake."

"Sure, Your Highness."

"First riddle: I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?"

"Speak without mouth, hear without ears, doesn't have body but comes alive with wind. What could it be? Hmm." I sighed as I think for the answer. What doesn't have body but can speak and hear? Think Amber, think!

"It's just the first riddle, right? But why is is so difficult already?" He laughed at my comment, "Don't take it literally."

Right! I almost forgot about it, "I come alive with wind." Wind is the key! It must be an inanimate object for it to come alive with wind. "Let me give you a hint, what do you throw but goes back to you?"

"Boomerang?" He laughed and rolled his eyes on my answer, "Wrong, boomerang doesn't speak, you only have one chance left to answer, and I must say, you're bad at riddles."

"What do you throw but goes back to you that speaks without mouth, hear without words that comes alive in wind? What kind of-" before I could finish my sentence I realized something, when you're standing on a mountain if you shout 'yes' it will shout back 'yes' out of nowhere. It will speak without mouth and hear what you shouted without having ears. I get it! What you throw isn't a real object, it could be words! My eyes went wide realizing the answer.

"Echo is the answer." I smiled at him.

"Took you long enough for the first question."

"I'm not good at these things!" We both laughed as I spoke the truth, the only thing I am good at is working hard.

"Next riddle: What word in the English language does the following: the first two letters signify a male, the first three letters signify a female, the first four letters signify a great, while the entire world signifies a great woman. What is the word?"

"Can you repeat?"

He sighed before doing so, "What word in the English language does the following: the first two letters signify a male, the first three letters signify a female, the first four letters signify a great, while the entire world signifies a great woman. What is the word?" I hummed as I think of an answer, this riddle is confusing!

"What two-letter word signifies a male?He. The first three letters signify a female, but what do you add to he to make it signify a female? Hmm—oh letter R! Then it will make the word 'Her'. But what signifies a great that starts with 'her'?" I squinted my eyes as I think.

"He-, her-, hero? Great hero?"

"Wow, this time you're fast. I should have given another riddle." He said in a joking manner and laughed.

"That's mean! Don't distract me from thinking! I might lose my concentration!" He shook his head before nodding.

"Now, what makes a great woman? He-Her-Hero. If the great is hero, then the great woman is the female counterpart of a hero! The answer is Heroine!" He smiled at me meaning my answer is correct.

"The last riddle: What is seen in the middle of March and April that can’t be seen at the beginning or end of either month?" I knitted my brows and he smiled at me thinking I am confused but no but his smile turned into a confused one when I laughed.

"Oh no, not that one! Hahaha! I know the answer to that! You know, I have a brother who likes to ask useless and weird questions out of the blue and it was hilarious!" I can barely contain my laugh as I remembered my brother asking me this question—wait, what does my brother look like again? It made me stop laughing. I tried remembering his face but I can't.

"What's wrong? You suddenly became serious."

"I told you I have a brother, right? I forgot how does he look like just now and I can't remember his face even his name." I said, my voice has hint of sadness. He was about to speak when I cut him off, "It's okay, maybe later I will remember his face and name again." I said with a sad smile and he smiled back.

"So what's your answer?"

"The answer is letter 'R'." I said firmly and he nodded.

"Well, you got everything correct and as said on the condition, you can now cross the lake." He smiled and was transported to the opposite of the land. Suddenly, huge slabs of crystals appeared one by one from the lake and formed a straight path towards the opposite land. I carefully made my way to avoid falling to the water. When I reached the other side of the lake, Xion offered his hand to be a support so I won't slip. "Let's go, before the sky gets dark. Hurry."

He held my hand and led the way. Once we reached the end of the forest, he let go of my hand and light glowed from his hand. When the light disappeared, he is now holding a sling bag like the ones in medieval period and a key with blue stones on top of it. Xion handed it to me and I accepted it with a smile. "Thank you!"

"Inside that bag is a purse with several cents inside. It is enough for you to survive few days to your next destination. And that key, you must keep it after."

"Thank you, Your Highness. Until we meet again."

"Goodbye, Amber." with that, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. I went over to the gate and inserted the key. The stone turned into a shade of emerald and the the gate opened. As Xion said, I took the key and kept it inside the bag alongside with the key I have earlier.

"As of now I have two keys with me, but what am I supposed to do with both?" I entered the gate without any hesitation.

-END OF CHAPTER-

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Written By @DeanWinchester_ @KingOfHell_DSM & @AngelicOperator

The air cold around his lifeless body, encased in darkness. Silence and peace for one rare moment. He'd sought relief from the constant pain knowing he'd gave everything he had left to flee it. A red glow slowly lit the tomb his flesh burning as the demanded payment. Moments later he took a breath, eyes opened looking inhuman. Black and lifeless orbs had replaced the hazel irises. Lifting his right hand to peer at the burning mark. He was closed inside something, putting his hands against the stone cover he shoved hard to the left and sent the stone slab hurling off and hitting hard floor cracking down the middle. Sitting up he pulled the gauze away and climbed out of the coffin. Cracking his neck he looked around adjusting to this void of feeling. There was no pain just quiet. @KingOfHell_DSM

Crowley - •Crowley sat on his throne. Demon after demon complaining about something. Lucifer was out, doing hell knows what. But it played his favor. He could run Hell as he saw fit. It was what he wanted. To command and hold onto the power of the tortured souls of Hell. At this moment. He feared nothing, sure there were things that could kill him. But when his plan falls into place. It will be hard to take him out.

A smirk spread across his lips.* And there it is. What I was waiting for. *The mark of Cain had been a perfect plan. He just had to wait. And it looked like he didn’t have to wait long. With the power of his mind he called.* Come home.

Colt - -Instinctively he disappeared from the cavern and reappeared in hell's throne room. Black eyes focused on Crowley not even acknowledging the demons in the room.-

Crowley - Well..well...Colt Winchester. You surprise me. Already got yourself killed. •he chuckled and stood from his throne.• Leave us. •he ordered the other demons away. They bowed and left the room.• You have made my day I must say. •he walked down to him, standing before him. Oh his plan was falling into place. The key piece had always been Colt Winchester. And now he had him. And he wouldn’t let him go.• Follow me, I have something for you. •he walked around him and to the door. Opening it and stepping out.• I do believe you’ll love this gift. The mark is nothing without it. •hands placed behind his back. He walked through the halls of Hell. To the room where all relics are held. Stepping inside he looked through the mess of relics for the first blade.•

Colt- No speaking he turned and obediently followed, the demons they passed moved the fuck bad whispering to themselves. The torches flickered lighting the way of what seemed to be an endless corridor. Walking in behind Crowley he stood watching, recognizing a few items laying around from the many years of hunting. Lucifer came to mind for a split second but he didn't care anymore so he didn't ask if the angel had returned yet.

Crowley - The first blade laid in a box with magical ruins, that only Crowley could open. When he found it, he wasn’t about to let it just lay around. He whispered words of magic. The box, glowed a deathly black and purple. Lifting the lid, there nestled in a blood red cushion was the

first blade. Made from the bone of a donkey’s jaw. Cain had once held it. And now, now it was for the mark bearer. He gripped it, pulling it from the box. Turning he walked back to Colt.• This is what you will use. You will find it will suit you. •offering it to Colt.• Now, you will get to see some very dear people. •chuckling• Oh to see their faces. You, Colt Winchester, are you to bathe in blood. Even the blood of your family. Unless of course they play nicely.

Colt - Keen eyes never left the demon, taking hold of the gruesome looking blade he felt a surge of power. But more prevalent was the desire to kill. The mention of “family” made him look back up at Crowley his face stoic. A dead man has no family.

Crowley - It much of a talker are you? •chuckles, oh it would priceless to see the faces of his family. When the time came.• Let us first leave a little mark on the world. •motioning him to follow.• There is a prophet. That is highly guarded. He has been such a throne in my side. he lives in New Orleans. Care to have a little fun? •smirks• We will go and find him. You, •points to him.• Are going to kill him, in the bloodiest way possible.

Colt - Falling into step beside him.- I’d be happy to oblige. What makes him hard to find? Is he hidden with magic?

Crowley - •nods as the walk back to throne room.• Yes, strong magic that most demons can’t get through. But you, are different from all other demons. He has a family, they will have to be killed as well. Don’t need them running off and telling now do we? You have to brake the through the wards. I might suspect that hunters might be guarding him as well. Those are another pain in my ass. If there are any there. Take them out as well. It will get back to the other hunters in time.

Colt - No witnesses. Understood.

Crowley - nods, with a smirk. Oh this was going to perfect. Getting back to the throne room. He picked up a file, handing it to Colt.• Here is what was able to be gathered on him. •it was a small thin file.• James Conrad, 38. New Orleans, LA. I’ve explained what I know. He lives just outside the city. Once you’re caught up. We will leave.

Colt - Colt listened but didn’t really give a shit. He could finally breathe without some bullshit theatrics. When emotions aren’t a factor anymore life becomes crystal fucking clear. He’d been an idiot for looking for Jake all these years. He’d been an idiot holding on to hope their family would be fixed or atleast somewhat together. Never again would he bother with him or his bullshit. He was beyond done. Maybe a little guilt was left getting Qhuinn involved. Although Qhuinn hadn’t taken no for an answer either, so the guilt wasn’t just his to bear. He disappeared only to reappear with Crowley outside the “prophets” home. As he let go of the shit from his human life he concentrated on the job in front of him. Clutching the blade he looked at the property. Head tilting to the side as he listened and felt the power radiating off the angels on the property.- There’s three. I’ll be back. -With that he tried to materialize right inside the house but they’d put up wards. He tried to push through the invisible wall but it made little difference. So he put his blade away and disappeared, this time he reappeared and held a woman he’d grabbed from the sidewalk in town.- Here little piggy... come out, come out wherever you are! -Colt held the blade to the bitches throat.- Come on you chicken shit douchebags, I’m gonna cut her throat and continue to cut throats till you assholes come out and we handle this face to face... -The woman struggled against his grasp, whimpering and completely fucking pathetic. He wanted to tell her she was absolutely freaking ridiculous but theatrics...- Five! Four! -The woman screamed begging to be let go. - Three! -A high pitched sound rang in Colt’s ears and thrill went down his spine. The blade ran across her throat and blood sprayed from her carotid artery.- Whoops, my bad! You guys really should come on out! She looks like a fish out of water! God doesn’t care and the angels are dick bags... -The woman dropped to the ground trying to stop the blood but to late because her heart was pumping faster now and the crimson spray was relieving her of the vital fluid. Colt listened, to her last gasps.- To late! I can do this all week! -Poofs, this time the local pastor.- Pastor, do you believe in god? Angels? -His eyes black as midnight.- “I do. Let me pray for, God can help you.” -Colt laughed with no true emotion at all.- Sorry, that boat has sailed. You’re going to die by my hand if the angels don’t appear. If they appear I et you go, if they don’t I’m going to use your intestines for early Christmas decorations on this tree right here.

Ethan - -Ethan had heard rumors that Colt had now become a full fledged demon and now he knows it’s true.

With a soft fluttering of wings, he appears a few feet away from him and a man begging for his life. There is a small trip of blood running *trail down the mans neck where the first blade had made a nick in his skin.-

Colt! Put that down! What has happened to you?

-Ethans voice is commanding and firm, although he is falling apart inside.-

Colt - Ohhh fuckin' heaven does have a sense of humor. -Pat's the pastor on top of the head and shoves him away.- This isn't your fight big guy... and I'd -Starting to circle Ethan.- take a fuckin' vacation for awhile. Consider it some good advice from an old friend. -Jerks a thumb towards the house.- See some of your kin is inside and they're pissing me off. I have a job to do. So bug out or tell the rest of them to hand over the prophet... but either way I'm going to kill them all. If they cooperate I promise to make it fast and painless if not... I'm k ill em' -voice-changing to a more demonic tone.- slowly. I like the screams... I hope they fight back. -Smirks-

Ethan - -Ethan glances over at the pastor who is making a fast getaway, running down the street. Satisfied, he turns his attention back to the demon who has taken over Colt who is circling around him. Ethan crosses his arms across his chest-

Frankly, I’m not impressed. I don’t think You can get inside or you you’d already have done it.

How about you nix the badass routine and we sit down and figure shit out?

-Ethan knows he’s wasting his time, but he feels like he’s gotta try.-

Colt - -Laughs- Matter of time, the body count will rise or I'll bust through this magic. I bet I can drag a witch out here to help. It's cute you're trying to stop me. -Moves closer.- Are you hard? Cause I am. Reminds me of all those fights. I don't want to kill you, no I want you to live. -Throws the blade and buries the tip in the ground.- But the question is how far will you go? I have a lot of clarity nowadays. Not burdened with that fucking heart-wrenching love for your ass. It's amazing how liberating being a demon is. -In reach, he looks up at him.- I've not broken anymore, this is me free of all that bullshit. You'd look so fucking hot in chains... wouldn't have to deal with the bitch version of my whining. I can see why you left, no hard feelings. Hell, I'd have left me too.

Ethan - You sure are a mouthy motherfucker aren’t you? I bet you even like to talk to yourself just to hear yourself talk. -shakes his head, not letting the demon get into his head. Eyeing the knife in the ground knowing its part of his strength-

Colt - -Laughs- You like my mouth.... go ahead, try it. You fastest Ethan? I don't think you are and if you're not careful I'll have to cut your throat, drain your grace.... Now there's an idea, Ethan, human just like Andrew had been. -Shoves him back.- Remember that night on the beach all romantic, just us. Well an Andrew... did you feel betrayed your vessel wanted me too? Cause you my deal angel have always been one jealous fucker. His whimpers were softer than yours... I guess that's where we got our tastes for threesomes huh? Andrew watching and feeling what we did to eachother.

Ethan - -Ethan is usually pretty chilled, but the demon’s words cut deep. Without thinking, he balled his fist and hit him hard with a right hook.- Shut the fuck up. Andrew is not a topic you can speak of.

-He’s working on a plan and is buying some time.-

Colt - -The angel wasn't using everything he had yet and Colt's spit blood from his mouth as he picked himself up off the ground and cracked his neck.- Why? Jealous? I always did like the tender, needy fuckers. I mean look at Jake. But you, you Ethan where on a whole other level, under all that bravado is a broken angel... so fucking sweet I could mmmm savor that forever... -Using his abilities appears behind him and throws an arm around his neck tightening down his hold.- Should we go somewhere private? So you don't have to act this way for your kin inside? See, they know I'll fucking kill them so they're hiding like the bitches they are and they're not gonna shed a tear if I put you down. Join us. We can rule this mutherfucker together. Come on baby... you know you like the dark side. -Licks his earlobe.-

Ethan - You have no damn idea what you’re talking about. So...how about you shut the fuck up. -vanishes from his grasp to appear in front of him.-

I’m giving you one more chance to end this peacefully. I’m tired of talking. -He stands as a warrior. He is the angel of strength and he’s going to show him why very damn soon.-

Colt - Peacefully? You’re a prude Ethan, I don’t want to be saved. -Baring teeth he lunged at the angel tackling to the ground. Colt began whaling on him. He was out for blood, the power of the blade was so strong and he held so much pain inside. And this angel represented a life he