#this got longer than intended no need to match length!

[greedbent]

@idyllicserendipity || starter for your special knife guy✨ (bc we had one conversation and inspiration already went feral)

“Ah. Krauser—!”

The greeting hitched into a tone of pleasantness, had it come from anyone else’s mouth. Kaz looked up from the ledger open at his desk, and as his eyes scanned the man from head to toe—the presence he had just in his physique alone—an amused thought whisked through his mind: So you can be summoned like an obedient mutt. A tickled quirk at one corner of his mouth. A short glance to the office’s entrance mostly obscured by the ex-soldier standing there in front of it. And Kaz lifted himself from his chair, snapped the book shut, and swiped up his cane from its lazy lean beside him.

“Close the door,” he said, calmly, but unquestionably an order, not a suggestion. In a mixed series of off-beat steps and clacks, Kaz closed the distance between them. He stopped at arm’s length and perched his hands atop the crow’s head of his cane. Only at the resounding click of the door, bustle of the gambling floor now effectively drowned, did he propose, “I’ve a job for you. As promised.”

The man had to be getting restless, after all: hungry for action as much as he was a purpose once lost. Kaz had kept him under surveillance in the week since he’d introduced himself, pursued other avenues of information-gathering to keep close to his chest—under many locks needing many keys—the very secrets about Jack Krauser that made him so special. That is, “desirable,” to rival gangs who had been much too slow to grab him and garner his allegiance before Dirtyhands did. They were old. And they were too many steps behind now to even consider themselves in the game.

“But you’ll be needing this back,” Kaz crooned, and seemingly from nowhere, with movement no doubt missed in a blink, he flourished a knife in one flick of his wrist. The blade flipped, gliding through his gloved fingers, and he presented it by the handle—safety first—to his companion. No other words beyond that. Just a look: a dark but somehow puckish sheen in his eye—grim enjoyment of a successful con. He’d not lifted it from the man all that long ago; someone like him had to have noticed quicker than most, but the point of the gesture still remained:

I know my way around you and the secrets you intend on keeping. Don’t give me reason to exploit that.

[armafidelium]

ᅳ ● ☾ ⭑@ensuists && wren

A disgruntled groan made its way from the slender man as he fought his desire to slink back to his shared flat with his bandmates only being kept from such desires with the lingering threat of his twin and manager of his group getting upset with him after she'd forced him to go out. he'd been spending the past few days overexerting himself while locked in his room on creative endeavors and as much as he would try to hide his overexertion there was nothing hiding from his twin when it got bad enough. even if alune would let him off with the odd white lie to hide his sleepless nights she wouldn't stand for him keeping himself locked up indoors without any bit of fresh air whatsoever. so that was what brought him here.

as much as aphelios would prefer to avoid too much exposure to an abundance of people he had to admit that alune was only looking out for him. he knew if she started to worry over him it would only be moments before his bandmates began to fret as well and the least amount of people fussing over his wellbeing the better. alune was scary sometimes but when her might was combined with yone's it was enough to even make the devil cry. no thank you.

putting his headphones on and playing music to drown out unwanted noises of people walking by, aphelios wandered aimlessly so not to possibly get caught in any unwanted hold-ups. if he was sleep-deprived it was probably for the best he avoided as much possible bumps along the way as humanly possible while also giving his sister relief in knowing he was following what she'd wanted him to do and put her mind at ease at least for today.

his gaze doesn't wander much, mainly affixed to the ground as he walks so not to draw unnecessary eye contact if he could afford it. he only halts when something catches the corner of his eye and his gaze moves upward to look. he wasn't one to stop and look at others but something seemed to want to draw him from his own internal dialogue. perhaps for the worst and perhaps for the better, aphelios raises a brow as his gaze is drawn to another person. there was something oddly familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. he knew full well this person was a stranger yet he gave off some sort of energy that reminded him of someone. perhaps he really was too sleep deprived if a complete stranger who bore no physical similarities with those he was close to drew his eye. while in a normal circumstance he'd just shrug it off and be on his way without ever approaching the stranger if he could avoid it but something almost took over his person as he--without really noticing he was doing it either--reached out his hand, gently tapping this stranger on the shoulder. it took him a moment more before he'd realised exactly what he'd done. god how would he even explain this? where was alune when you needed her? she'd save him with something witty by now. with an internal groan his mind raced before the first thing that his person could conjure up blurted out in the hoarse almost-whisper his damaged voice could conjure up.

" are you a performer? " god he was going to drown his sorrows away with some elaborate prank later. maybe he'd take one of sett's plushies hostage again. at least then he'd have something to take out his embarrassment with.

[bludstaind]

┋ ❝ — &&. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬. ❞ // closed thread for @jude-dyer !

⸻ After breaking away from the crowd at the tournament, Elia had taken refuge in the hushed embrace of the Wildwoods, and eventually, hidden away with Viv at his little home in the orchard. She hadn't ventured back into town or spoken to Benny since. Fear had gripped her heart and rendered her voiceless. What could she really say? What could she do to right the wrongs, when those wrongs took the life of another? How could he ever understand or forgive her?

It was only when Jude, a hesitant anchor, found her that she'd ventured outside of her refuge. Just on the outskirts of the Wildwoods, she didn't fully trust him, but she'd hoped that his presence would prove that not all connections were perilous.

So she stands amidst the ancient trees, fingers fidgeting, her demeanor marked by palpable unease. Voice wavering and barely above a whisper, she voices her trepidation about the interview. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I...I don't want them to find me." Her eyes flicker with images of the nightmare that had become her reality, but she pushes them down in her mind and fights back against the swell of thoughts threatening to drown her. "No, I can do this. I can do this...I think."

She kept a safe distance from the man across from her, the memory of her own bloodlust still too fresh in her mind. She could almost feel the haunting pull of that dark hunger, the sensation of her own control slipping through her fingers. A shiver ran down her spine, a visible shake that she quickly tried to brush off. Unsettled, she swallowed back, her voice steadier now as she finally uttered, "I think....I think I'm ready." The words were a tentative step forward, a declaration of her determination to show that she wasn't the monster the world thought she was.

[yourdreamdudes]

@sean-andtheboys​

“Dallas, honey?” Priya called out to him as he laid in bed, freshly showered with water droplets still evident on his bare torso. “Yes, dear?” Dallas responded as he scrolled through his phone, casually checking out grindr profiles of cute little bottoms that were eager to try their hand at his cock. “There are strange sounds coming from Thomas’ room... can you go and check on him, make sure he’s okay?” A low groan emanated from the man as he moved to get out of his bed, wondering just what kind of noises Priya was hearing that made her worried - Thomas was a young adult, full of hormones and in his prime. If he was anything like his old man... “Yeah, I’ll check.”

Curiosity got the better of him, wondering just what his son could be doing. Was it wrong for him to want to see if his suspicions were correct? Perhaps, but it wasn’t as though it was illegal. Thomas was in his early twenties, a legal adult, and while it may have been morally taboo... It was still well within the law. As he drew closer and closer, though, a smirk began to tug at his lips as he could tell that yes, what his wife was hearing was exactly what he thought. But instead of stopping there, he continued until he reached Thomas’ bedroom and opened it slowly.

There, with his legs spread and his fingers buried into a sopping wet cunt, was his son moaning in ecstasy. And he hadn’t seemed to notice the fact that Dallas was at the door, drinking this all in - his eyes were closed, headphones in, so one couldn’t hear the porn that was likely playing on the laptop next to him. Almost immediately, his cock sprang to life - creating an obscene bulge in the towel that he wore around his waist - as he thought about himself walking over there, yanking his boy’s hand out of there, and burying his cock into that sweet hole until he was sure that Thomas was carrying his brothers and sisters.

How many times had he gone out, looking for someone that could keep up with his insatiable libido, someone that didn’t tap out after two orgasms and call it a night? How many times had he looked for someone that wouldn’t look at his cock and immediately grimace in pain at the mere thought of that inside of them? How many people had he hooked up with to sate his appetite when he had a delectable meal right in his house. With a lick of his lips, Dallas closed the door softly before he headed back to the bedroom he shared with his wife. “What you’re hearing, honey, is our son being a man,” Dallas emphasized, hoping that she would get the idea, and almost immediately it dawned on her and embarrassment came across her face. “Oh my... I hope he’s being safe... Dallas, dear, will you sit him down and have the talk with him again? You know, now that we know he has those... urges?”

What was once a conversation that would have made him shudder at the thought was one that had him grinning internally. “I guess,” he stated, not wanting his wife to think he was actually eager to have such a conversation with his son. And so, the next day as he sat in his office at work, hand stroking his cock, he sent his son a text that read “When I get home from work, we’re going to have a serious discussion” and as soon as he pressed ‘send’, he sat the phone down and began to pleasure himself to the thought of turning his baby boy into his own personal house slut.

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Safe Word

pairing: hard dom chan x slightly bratty/sub fem reader

genre: angst? -smut- some fluff at the end. this really is a rollercoaster

word count: ~3k (way longer than i originally intended. whoops)

warnings: established relationship dom/sub dynamics, mean chan, jealous/possessive chan, mentions of fear, hard spanking, orgasm denial, name calling, use of safe word, pet names, mentions of sexual assault, crying

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace. - idk what happened here. this really got away from me. this is fictional. entirely fictional. so so fictional. chan isn’t like this. he’s my sweetie pie.

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see.. i personally don’t think chan has anger issues. i hate it when people say that. BUT he does get angry from time to time (as do we all), and i think the hard dom punishments will come out of that anger. normally, his punishments consist of some slightly rough spanking, and lots of love (like this). but if you push him too far.. if you push him to that point (like that one live stream), then shit will get real. the only thing stopping him at that point is a safe word. he doesn’t care if you’re crying, begging him to stop. if you want him to stop, you’ll have to use that safe word. for example….

•

“oh, baby, you look so pretty.” he said, his eyes roaming up and down your body. “and you’re mine? are you sure?”

you giggle at him, grabbing him and pulling him close. he’s smiling at you, dimples out, as you kiss his lips softly. “yes, channie. i’m sure.”

“wow. i’m so lucky. aaaaalllll mine, yeah?” he’s holding you at arms length, so he can look you up and down again. he grabs you by the hand, holding it above your head, motioning for you to twirl for him. you spin in a little circle. he looks ravenous, his tongue coming out briefly to lick his lips, before it pokes into his cheek, trying to hide his smirk.

tonight is a black tie event, and to match with him, you’re wearing a black velvet dress. it hugs your curves nicely and really accentuates the swell of your ass. his hands find their way there, squeezing gently through the fabric.

“the only bad thing about this dress.. is that other men will be looking.” he says, pulling you against his chest.

“let them look,” you said. “maybe i’ll do a little dance for them.” you teased, swaying your hips back and forth.

his smile fell, his eyes darkening just barely enough for you to notice it. “not funny.” he said, deadpan.

ooh, that was kind of sexy, and definitely touched a nerve. you’ll just file that information away in your bratty brain for later.

“cmon, handsome.” you said, pulling him by the hand towards the door. “we’ll be late.”

“handsome?” he blushed.

you pushed him out into the hallway, locking the door behind you, giggling at him. how can he go from angry and domineering to sweet and shy in a matter of seconds?

-

the event was crowded, chan had to leave you with the staff as he walked the red carpet with his members. you stood on the side, watching him, full heart eyes bulging out of your head. he looked so good in his suit, perfectly tailored for him, his wide shoulders and slender waist making you feel giddy. you only got to watch him for a moment however, before the staff were leading you inside to your table. chan and the other members would join you shortly.

your table was near the front of the room, close to the stage. you were sat there, patiently waiting, trying not to pull your phone out of your bag and aimlessly scroll. a small group of people to your left started cheering and when you looked, chan and the boys had entered the room. they waved up toward the crowd that was calling to them, and briefly stopped to talk to another idol group. though they stopped, chan found you immediately. his eyes landed on you, always needing to know where you were and that you were safe. once he located you, you could see his shoulders relax a little and he focused back on the conversation he was having.

“excuse me, is this seat taken?” you look to your right to find a tall man gesturing to the seat next to you. the first thought to cross your mind was: uh yeah, it’s assigned seating, of course it’s taken. but then you had an idea. you remembered the way chan looked back at the apartment at the mention of other men looking at you. you kind of liked that look. and you could feel his eyes on you now, you knew he was watching. so the brat inside you took over, and you looked up at the tall man and said sweetly, “no, not until the show starts.” you smiled.

he pulled out the chair and sat down. now, you knew this was wrong. it was wrong to lead this poor man on when you knew he didn’t have a chance with you, and it was wrong to play with chans emotions like this. but you just couldn’t help yourself. this moment presented itself on a silver platter and you decided to take it.

you had no idea what the man next to you was saying, you were sure he complimented you at some point, and he wouldn’t stop staring at your chest. gross, maybe you didn’t feel bad about doing this to him. but you giggled along, pretending to be enjoying yourself. you could see chan out of the corner of your eye. he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at you. a murderous look on his face, his eyes burning holes into the man next to you. but he didn’t make a move to come closer, that was until the man reached out and put his hand on your bare thigh, just above your knee. chan took a step in your direction, but then stopped himself. you looked down at the man’s hand, and tried to push him off you you, but his fingers tightened. “come on, sweetheart. just let me touch a little.” he said. he refused to let go of your leg, even when you told him to.

you didn’t like that, and neither did chan. anxiety bubbled in your stomach. you didn’t know this man and now he was touching you without your permission and refusing to let go. you were done with your stupid little game and were glad that chan was angrily making his way over to you. glad he was on his way to save you. you should have never done this in the first place. this was a stupid idea.

“mate, you’re in my seat.” chan said. his voice rough. the man looked up at chan and he chuckled. chans expression hardened further, anger radiating off him in waves.

“we were just having a conversation.” the man said, still sitting and still holding your leg.

“you and i are about to have a conversation if you don’t get your fucking hand off of my girl.”

“your girl?” the man smiled. “but she’s the one who told me i could sit. maybe she’s over you.. mate.”

chans hands balled into fists at his sides. you could see him trying to take deep breaths. he didn’t want to loose his temper at an event like this when he was here representing his group and the company.

“princess,” he turned to you. “is this man bothering you?” he asked through his teeth. you looked up at him, his expression scared you, you had never seen him like this. eyes wide, you nodded. “he-he won’t let go of my leg.” you stammered.

chan turned back to the man. “i think she wants you to let go. i suggest you listen to her.”

the other members were surrounding you now, changbin and lee know flanking chan.

the look on the man’s face changed. he slowly removed his hand from your leg. you brought your own hand to your skin, rubbing back and forth, trying to get rid of the feeling of him. the lights slowly flashed on and off, signaling the show was starting. the man stood, bowed very slightly, and then scurried away to his table. chan watched him go before angrily pulling the chair out and sitting next to you.

“channie..” you reached for him.

“don’t.” he cut you off. pulling away from you, he faced the stage and the show began.

•

chan didn’t talk to you for the rest of the event. he was silent, seething. the other members chatted around the table about various things, but no one dared talk to chan. no one really talked to you either, other than felix who asked if you were okay after what happened. the event was reaching its end and everyone was leaving. chan stood and grabbed your hand tightly. he practically dragged you behind him to the car. the whole ride home was just as silent. you thought about what you had done. you may have really fucked up. you didn’t mean for it to go like that, but you have never seen chan like this. he was more mad than you have ever seen him and the silence was only increasing your fear.

he dragged you up to the apartment, unlocking the door. once you were both inside, and the door was shut, chan took off his suit jacket.

“go get on the bed.” he said, calmly. too calmly. you hesitated, almost frozen with fear. he had undone his cufflinks and placed them one by one gently on the counter, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up his forearms. “princess, go get on the bed. i won’t tell you again.”

you made your legs move, carrying you to the bed. you sat on the edge nervously. what were you supposed to do now? you fiddled with the edge of your dress, a million thoughts racing through your mind. what was about to happen? you were scared. you knew that chan would never hurt you. you reminded yourself of that. but the look on his face.. the calmness in his tone.. you worried you had really ruined your relationship. what if he hated you?

he entered the room, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his arms, veins bulging. his tie was gone, the top 2 buttons of his shirt undone. he approached you, slowly. you couldn’t look at him, instead focusing on your fingernails, picking at the chipping polish. he used his fingers to tilt your face up to him.

“you get one chance.” he said, holding up his index finger. “one chance to tell me what happened. make it quick.”

“i- i didn’t mean for it to happen like that.” you say quickly, the words nervously spilling out of your mouth.

“don’t lie to me.” he said, his voice a little louder now.

“i just- i wanted to make you a little jealous. that’s all, i promise.”

“you wanted to make me jealous? so you told him he could sit with you, and then you proceeded to flirt with him. is that right?” he was pacing back and forth now, rubbing his hands together. your eyes tracked him.

when you remained silent, he turned to you, fire behind his eyes. “answer me.” he barked.

“yes.” you blurted out.

“stand up.” he motioned with his hand. you stood. he grabbed your arm, roughly turning you around and bending you over the bed. he pulled your dress up to your hips, and pulled your panties down to your ankles.

“listen to me.” he said. you could hear him undoing his belt, the buckle clattering noisily, the sound of the leather through belt loops. “don’t you ever do something like that again. do you understand me?” you nodded your face into the covers, legs shaking with fear. he brought the belt down, the loud smack of leather against skin reverberating around the room. you jerked, fists clutching the blanket. “words.” he ordered. “do you understand me?”

“yes! yes. i understand.” you said, voice shaking.

he brings the belt down again, on your other cheek, your skin red and stinging.

“i’m sorry!” you cried.

he spanked you again. “i bet you are.”

he spanked you one more time before you could hear the belt clatter to the floor. he rubbed his fingertips across your bruised skin, before trailing his fingers down to your leaking core.

“you’re fucking drenched. this was supposed to be a punishment, slut.” he stuffed 2 of his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out roughly. you moaned and squirmed under him, your high approaching, your pussy clenching around his fingers. he pulled them out quickly. he grabbed you by your hips, flipping you over onto your back. “if you think i’m going to let you cum, you’re fucking wrong.” he grabbed you by your hair, his fist at your scalp, and pulled you off the bed. he forced you onto your knees and began unbuttoning his pants. tears were streaming down your face, your ass was sore, your orgasm ruined, and he was still mad at you. would he ever not be mad?

“are you crying, little baby?” he taunted. you looked up at him, barely able to see him through your tears. “poor little slut.” he said. “if you want to act like one, then i’m going to treat you like one.” his cock was out, his pants kicked off to the side. he was pumping himself slowly. “open.” he said, touching his tip to your lips. you opened your mouth and he thrust himself down your throat without warning. you choked for a second before he pulled out, leaving you coughing. “again.” he ordered. you did your best to open your mouth for him. he grabbed fistfuls of your hair and began using your mouth, shoving himself as far down your throat as he could, your nose touching his stomach. it was hard to breathe with your nose clogged from crying and your mouth full of his cock.

you could feel your arousal leaking down your thighs, secretly loving the way he was using you. but hating his angry words. you wanted to be praised. you missed your sweet channie. he shoved his cock back in your mouth, and you reached your hands up, sliding them under his shirt to feel his hard abdomen. he slapped your hands away, and pulled himself out of your mouth.

“only good girls get to touch. sluts get used. hands behind your back.”

you looked up at him pleadingly, bringing your hands behind your back. “please channie.” you sniffled. “i’m sorry.”

“i don’t fucking care.” he spat, grabbing your head again and shoving himself back down your throat. you gagged and sputtered around him, your tears falling faster now, your heart breaking at his words. you needed to stop.

you mumbled your safe word around his cock. but he couldn’t hear you. you tried again but he kept pumping in and out. you tapped his thigh 3 times with the palm of your hand, more like slapping then tapping, and he pulled out.

“re-red” you coughed, sputtering spit onto the floor. he immediately stopped, and he dropped to his knees in front of you. you buried your face in your hands, sobbing.

“hey, hey.” he said, soothingly. he reached for your hands, pulling them from your face. you looked up at him, your eyes bloodshot, your cheeks wet and stained, a look of total devastation on your features. it broke his heart. “baby.. talk to me.” he said.

“baby-y?” you hiccuped.

he cradled your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away your tears. “yes. baby.” he said. “you’re my baby.”

a feeling of relief swelled in your chest.

“you promise?” you asked.

he used the hem of his shirt to wipe at your nose. “of course, princess. you’re my baby. you’ll always be my baby.” he stared into your eyes, his own looking a little glsssy. “i pinky promise. and you know i’ve never broken a pinky promise.”

a new sob broke from your chest, but a completely different one altogether. this was a sob of relief, a sob of happiness. you collapsed into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you. “ oh honey..” he said, his voice sounding watery. he rubbed your back soothingly.

“i th-thought you ha-hated me.” you stuttered between sobs.

“i could never hate you, angel.” he cooed. “i was mad. i was really mad.” he pulled back so he could look at you. “i got a little carried away.” he admitted. “i’m sorry, baby. but i promise i don’t hate you. i love you.” he kissed your lips gently. “i love you so much. that’s why i couldn’t stand to see that asshole touching you.”

“i’m sorry too.” you said quietly. “i shouldn’t have flirted with him. i promise i wont ever do it again. please don’t be mad.”

“im not mad anymore.” he said. “you used your safe word. you’ve never had to do that before. and for that, i’m sorry. are you okay?” he looked so defeated, so broken at the thought that he let it get this far.

“i’m okay now.” you assured him. “i’m okay now that i know you’re not mad at me anymore.” you gave him a small smile.

“i’m not mad. but baby,” his tone turned slightly more serious, but still soft. “you can’t do that. you’re mine and it’s not okay for you to flirt with other men, even if you’re only doing it to get a rise out of me.”

“i know.” you nodded. “i know that now.”

“not only that, but that guy basically assaulted you. you can’t put yourself in dangerous situations like that. what if i wasn’t there?”

“i know.” you looked down at your hands, intertwined with his.

“or, what if i lost my temper and beat that guy within an inch of his life for touching you? then i’d loose my job, changbin would be crying, you’d have to come visit me in jail.” you could hear the smile in his voice. “i wouldn’t look good in jail clothes.” he joked.

you giggled at that. he smiled down at you, a look that was so full of love and adoration. you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “i love you, channie. and i’m sorry.”

he smiled against your lips. “i love you baby, and im sorry too.” he kissed you multiple times in quick succession, covering your entire face in kisses. his quick pecking throwing you into a fit of giggles, having complexly forgotten about him being mean, only knowing this sweet cuddly version of him. and he vowed this was the only version you would see from now on.

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[rhiaarrow]

My favorite headcanon about the eggs will always be that they took on the attributes of their parents

But thinking about what each egg took from each parent got me thinking, what did the eggs look like when they first arrived then?

Today's 7am ramble is about how I imagine the og 4 eggs (Chay, Dapper, Leo, Ramón) appearance changed over time and what attributes they took from their parents! :D

Were the first 8 practically identical at first?

In my opinion, yes!

The first few weeks of the egg event everyone kept mixing up the eggs names and forgetting which egg belonged to which parent which of course was just because they were new and no one had memorized it yet.

But why not add a canonical reason for people mix ups?

Everyone was just identifying them by their personal accessories because when the first 8 were delivered they were practically identical.

All small children with tan skin, similar face shapes and the same bright yellowish eyes. The only obvious appearance difference was their hair. All different lengths, styles and shades of brunette.

But they were ALL brunettes to begin with.

(all the dead eggs are commonly depicted as brunettes as well so this adds to it, they died before taking on a lot of their parents attributes)

Now, the first really obvious change that had the Islanders noticing the subtle changes in their own kids was when one day Dapper just suddenly no longer had iris's or pupils.

She just had white sclera blinking back at people and they were clearly his Dad's eyes. Then when they looked closed to see if anything else had changed they realized that both Dapper's skin and hair had darkened a fair few shades when put in comparison with his siblings obviously making to become pure black in both areas like Bad.

But hold on, now that they were comparing hair, they noticed that Chayanne's hair had lightened by quite a few shades. It was now a very light golden brunette, clearly turning blonde like his Dad, and under the skull mask you could no longer see yellow eyes looking back at you. So they removed the mask and sure enough his eyes were the exact opposite of Dapper, just pure Black sclera like his Papa Missa.

And wait, Leo's eyes were purple now! Unlike his siblings she still had her iris's and pupils but the iris's were now a rich purple like his Pa Vegettas and their hair had started to darken too. Closer in color to Dapper's hair, both of them clearly developing black hair like their Dads.

On first inspection Ramón didn't seem to have changed at all. His skin and hair were still the same shades as they had been when he arrived but later that day, when tucking Ramón in for the night, Fit realized that the sleepy eyes looking back at him were the exact same color as the ones he saw in the mirror. The same strange concoction of green and brown that he'd never bothered to find out the name for. And if Fit got choked up over that when he went to his own bedroom for the night, well no one needed to know.

Overtime there were far more obvious changes and also subtle changes that went completely unnoticed.

Chayanne's tail scales shed then instead of growing a new set he grew in a thick plumage, so rather than the lizard-like tail he used to have it he now had tail feathers that matched his father's hidden wings.

Dapper's tail shed the scales entirely until only the base remained, thinning into a long line as the end began to grow and change overtime until she had a forked tail just like her father.

Leo's tail did the opposite, growing in size and the scales became smoother as the end of it began to resemble that of a shark, clearly taking after her Pa Foolich.

Ramón's tail didn't change at all in style, he kept the lizard-like tail they'd all had to begin with, he just adapted to his needs. Fit knew better than anyone that in order to survive it's better to adapt to the hand (pun intended) you're dealt. So he helped Ramón strengthen his tail and work on his motor control until he could hold tools or weapons with the end of his tail, to use the tail as an extension of himself.

In stature, it was pretty obvious that Dapper was starting to take after her Dad when they had their first growth spurt. He shot up a head above his other siblings, still a small child but much taller than the rest. But less noticeably her limbs and body were a lot thinner than the rest, similar to the lean and lanky physique of their demon father.

With the fact that his skin was now pure void black it was easy to miss that her nails had changed into taloned claws and they no longer wore shoes since they'd developed hoof/paw things similar to Bads. Her horns grew to double the size they had been, they grew straight upwards and were sharp at the end just like his fathers.

Chayanne unfortunately did the opposite, having taken up his father's height he stayed practically the same height as his younger triplet siblings all hit their growth spurts. Much like his father, Chayanne was short and sturdy but with the way Dapper was gaining height it didn't matter. Chayanne's own horns stayed the same height they had been but over time they adapted to fit perfectly against the skull mask Chayanne wore.

Ramon and Leo stayed the same height for ages, when one grew so did the other. But then Leo discovered platformed sneakers and since Ramon lived exclusively in steel toed work boots it was easy for Leo to seem taller than her triplet brother, even though they were the exact same height.

In stature Leo stayed the same, no obvious changes at all to her physique but Leo's horns grew slightly and curled backwards over her cap. The most noticeable thing about them though was the fact that the tips of them grew in a vibrant purple, the same color as her eyes.

Ramón did quite obviously take after Fit in his physique but the only one who ever knew that was Fit himself. Ramon wore baggy comfortable clothes all day so no one else knew about the solid muscle mass Ramon had effortlessly gained from repeatedly working with heavy machinery and regularly going to the gym to work out with Fit.

Ramón's own horns however didn't grow at all, in fact they shrunk. With the fact that they were continuously pressed underneath his meathead and goggles they reduced themselves to slightly raised stumps that poked out from under his fringe whenever he took the meathead off. Although he only ever did that when going to sleep, only Fit knew how tiny his horns had become in contrast to how his triplets horns had grown.

I am totally drawing this when I wake up tomorrow, I have thought about this waaaaaaay too much not to at least try to put it on paper.

We will not mention the fact that it's already tomorrow, 8am is a respectable time to fall asleep...yep.

More Miscellaneous Stuff I think the OG eggs picked up;

Leo's skin took on a more golden hue but since she was already tan skinned it was barely noticeable unless she was standing directly in the sun.

Ramón picked up Fit's eyebrows. No particular reason why, he just did. I mean he already had a flawless moustache so why not flawless eyebrows to match?

Chayanne took on Missa's hair texture, making his hair much more volumous than if his hair had been fully taken from Phil.

When Pac officially called Ramón son he took on Pac's pure black pacman shaped eyes which gave Fit a hell of a shock.

Chayanne's ears bent down overtime, he didn't know that they now looked similar to how Piglin hybrid ears did, but Phil did.

Leo developed a strong jawline, not quite as chilzled as her father's but definitely more than her siblings.

[maehemthemisfit]

i have come to return the favour of brainrots.

lyney loves helping you get ready whenever you’re going out. you want your hair done? no problem, he knows exactly what’ll suit you. not sure what to wear? well, he’ll tell you which colours go well with your skin palette and which outlines complement your body shape. want to paint your nails? he’s already laid out all the colours in front of you (and will definitely kiss your knuckles once he’s finished.) you wear makeup? let him do your eyeliner; he’s got you covered, and can probably do it better than you could yourself. (he will, however, take the opportunity to paint a little heart on your cheek if you’re not careful. ‘see?’ he’ll grin, pointing at the teardrop on his own cheek. ‘now we match.’)

he also loves dancing with you—like, i’m imagining a typical ballroom (but maybe a bit more steampunky), and he pulls your favourite flower from what looks like thin air, lowers into a bow, holds the flower out to you, and presses his lips to the back of your hand when you take it, eyes glimmering as he asks, ‘would you care to indulge me with a dance, [monsieur/ mademoiselle/ a gender neutral equivalent]?’

and he’s such a gentleman while you’re dancing, too; one hand hovering on your hips, the other holding yours, and he definitely twirls you around, no question about it. he probably also does that thing where he catches you and you stare at each other for a long, romantic-tension-you-could-cut-with-a-knife moment before he pulls you back up.

his favourite place to kiss you is probably your knuckles—you always get adorably flustered when he just barely skims his lips over the back of your hand, and he wouldn’t give up that expression for the world—closely followed by the tip of your nose and your lips and your forehead and— (you get the idea…)

also, going back to when you’re in the crowd during his performances, him trying to find you in the audience becomes a game over time: you’ll try and make yourself as inconspicuous as possible, and he’ll look for you as he’s performing. he’s never not managed to spot you before, and each time he does and you make eye contact, he winks at you and blows you a kiss.

i feel like there’s also a chance he might actually propose to you onstage at the end of a performance if he was sure you’d be comfortable with it: like, everyone’s about to take their bows, and he suddenly asks for a ‘surprise volunteering act’—of course, you get picked (what are the chances?), and once you’re on stage, he announces, ‘now, my dearest volunteer, i only need your hand for this magic trick. nothing more, nothing less.’

you raise an eyebrow, unsure what he’s planning—this ‘surprise act’ was certainly not on the lineup he described to you—and to your (and everyone else in the audience’s astonishment), he gets down on one knee, takes off his hat, and pulls a little box from it. the whole theatre is silent: you could hear a pin drop as he clears his throat and says, ‘if you’d be so kind as to humour me… may i ask for your hand in marriage?’ safe to say, that was a day nobody who was there ever forgot…

(of course, if he thinks you might be uncomfortable with such a public proposal, he’ll stick with something more private.)

this… got longer than i intended it to be, but… enjoy?

WE WILL SINGLEHANDEDLY FEED THE LYNEY LOVERS !!

I. Don't. Care. What. ANYONE. Says. Lyney frequently kissing your hands is canon. Back, Knuckles, Wrist, Ring, ANYWHERE he can put his lips on. And he always smiles into it too.

Since he's part of the performance industry, it's common knowledge for him to know how to do hair and makeup. So if you ever struggle to do those things, he'll learn how to style and take care of your hair no matter the texture, type, or length. It might be trial and error but you both have fun bonding together, especially when he tries doing your makeup.

Archons forbid he ever puts lip gloss or something on your lips (it's gonna end up on his regardless, he has no self control when he's already inches away from kissing you). He makes a mess and has to redo it again, but that's after the mini make out session, he doesn't mind at all though... he might try to kiss you again. NEVER let them know your next move. 😭

(poor Freminet had walked in on you guys accidentally and wanted the ocean to swallow him whole- immediately reverses out of there and had trouble looking the two of you in the eyes right after.)

LOVES LOVES LOVES dancing with you, even if you can't dance or have difficulty doing so. He'll hold/carry you if he has to and just sway and spin you around. He doesn't mind if you trip up or stumble over his feet. He'll correct it, his hands guiding your hips, whispering instructions and praises as his words brush and fan across your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

He spins you like a princess, and if he's bold enough, he might throw you in the air and catch you (much to your frightened squeals and dismay). Whether you're in the spotlight or dancing in the dark, swaying in the rain, or practicing in a ballroom, his eyes are forever locked on yours. And don't expect him to dip you and NOT leave a kiss (unless he feels like teasing you). It's truly a crime to him if he doesn't at this opportune moment.

Dancing with him feels like a fairytale.

ALSO THE PROPOSAL JAHSKSASJDJSK

Live, Laugh, Lyney ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[misslavenderlady]

He's Just an Actor - Chapter 3❤️

Dwayne/Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: After sharing your desires and guilty pleasures, how could your vampire lover do anything but ravage you~?

A lot of parts in this chapter are inspired by the movie Red Shoe Diaries (which as mentioned in the last chapter is a movie Billy Wirth was in). Any mentions of a movie or scenes refer to that!

This is in the universe of the fic "It's Just a Movie" by @theyreonlynoodlesmike, so you should definitely read that first (this takes place around chapter 12)!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Flirting, Lingerie, Seduction, Roleplay, Handjob, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Cock Warming, Spanking, Missionary Position, Pinned Down, Creampie, Aftercare, Sleepy Cuddles

Previous Chapter

To say that you were excited would be the greatest underestimated statement of all time. Not only were you adored by Dwayne as his girlfriend, but you now found that you were lusted by him as well. You wanted to shout your joy from the highest of rooftops in Santa Carla. It took every fiber of your being to stop yourself from getting too wild too fast, instead sending him off to quickly feed so you wouldn’t be worried about any danger from his bloodthirst.

It also gave you ample time to prepare for such a momentous occasion~

Before Dwayne had left to hunt, you told him exactly how you wanted to do things. A few more important details about the movie were shared with him, and the look in his eyes when you told him was enough to make you want to get naked right then and there. However, you stayed strong and kissed him before sending him off to do his own preparation. Though you did take his jacket for part of the fun you were planning.

While you awaited his return from feeding, you gazed at yourself in the full-length mirror propped up in the corner of your room. It was the only one the boys owned, and it made sense that you were the only person there that could use it on account of you having a reflection. Your hair was done in a way that made you feel extra pretty, a little perfume on your wrists and neck in the scent that Dwayne said he liked, and some dark, crimson lipstick staining your lips that you fully intended on marking that hunky body of his with~

You had a matching set of a black bra and panties with his leather jacket on top as well as a short, black skirt barely covering the tops of your thighs (Paul of course had been the one to buy it for you, and while you had rolled your eyes at him before, now you felt you needed to thank him for unintentionally helping out). The entire look reminded you of what the leading lady of the movie was wearing in the second sex scene that Dwayne’s actor had. 

When you heard the sound of him stepping back into the cave, you felt your heart race faster than ever as you hid in a corner of your room behind a velvet curtain. This was all really happening, and you couldn’t have been any more eager~

The footsteps gradually became louder as Dwayne got closer to your room. He was most likely following the sound of your beating heart, hearing how pumped you were. When he moved the sheet that blocked the doorway of your room, you definitely liked what you saw. He was freshly cleaned off from his hunt, his long, dark hair flowing over his shoulder. His jeans hung dangerously low on his hips. Without his jacket on you could clearly see every sharp-looking line of the muscles on his gorgeous body. You were aching to touch him.

“Where are you, beautiful~?” he called out to you. You were aware that he definitely knew where you were. No hiding from a big, strong, powerful vampire. Still, it was fun to watch him play along with this little game~

Not wanting to wait any longer, you carefully stepped past the curtain, your cheeks blushing as you revealed yourself to your boyfriend. Any nervousness you may have felt prior to this moment was fading away when Dwayne laid eyes on you. The man looked as if he found the holy grail itself, his eyes wide with wonder as he drank in the special appearance you had put together just for him. Never before had you felt so attractive.

Even in the dim light of the candles in your room, you swore you saw him blushing as you stepped closer to him. Maybe it was the fresh supply of blood circulating in his body from his earlier feeding. You could certainly think of other ways to make him blush~

“Oh my go-” 

“Shhhh~” 

You pressed a finger to his lips before he could keep speaking. It was just how that scene you were thinking of started off. Maybe everything wasn’t exactly the same, but it was real and that’s all that truly mattered. 

You leaned in close to kiss him, replacing your finger with your lips. He felt warmer now, and his lips were pillowy soft against your own. A moan came from your throat as he pulled you in as close as possible to him, one hand on your back and one finding its way under the back of your skirt. You smiled into your kiss as your tongue slipped into his mouth, gently moving with his own.  It felt amazing being this close to him, your breasts pressing into his bare chest and your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“Holy fuckin’ hell, you look stunning in that. Especially my jacket~” he gasped out in between kisses. You felt your cheeks flush from the bashful feelings you were experiencing. How fitting that the vampire with the least amount of lines could have such a way with words when he did speak. 

“Mmmmm I was hoping you’d like it, handsome~” you said, already hearing the lust in your voice as you spoke. It was hard not to sound that way when he was currently groping your ass under your short skirt. His hands were so big and strong, you really wanted to feel them touch more parts of your body~

“I’m so turned on right now, baby~” he growled, his lips moving from your mouth to a sensitive spot behind your ear. “What was it my actor said? ‘I could move stone blocks with my cock’~”

You had to fight the feeling of needing to faint more than ever. Yes, you may have heard that line said by the same voice in the movie, but good lord, it was so much more exciting to hear it whispered in your ear. As you slipped off his jacket, you noticed goosebumps were scattered across your arm. Breathe, girl.

“Then why don’t I take care of that for you~?”

You pulled away from his touch for just a moment. When you began kissing him again it was a trail leading down his neck, over his collarbone, over his chest, and all the way down his toned stomach. Kiss prints marked his skin from your lipstick as you trailed downward. Not being able to help yourself, you gave his pecs a squeeze, smiling to yourself at the moans that came from his mouth when you toyed with the nipples a bit. Considering how he never wore a shirt you had been eager to touch his chest for quite some time now~

As the kissing got lower and lower, you moved your body downward, perching your knees on top of a random pillow for protection from the hard, cave floor. You kissed and nipped lightly at his hip bones as you unbuttoned his jeans. A shiver went down your spine when he groaned in delight from the sensation. The affection continued as you pulled his jeans and his underwear downward, freeing his hard, aching cock. 

God, he was impressive~

Considering he was already perfect in every other way, it made perfect sense that his cock would be that way too. Already eager to please, you ran your tongue over your fingers before carefully wrapping them around the length. You started off with a slow pace with how you jerked his cock, wanting to ease the both of you into it. The way he sighed in delight was already making you feel very good about yourself.

While you continued to touch him, you leaned forward and gave the tip and sweet kiss and a tender lick. Maybe you were teasing him by starting off this slow, but you’d be sure to give him plenty more love. 

As you fully wrapped your lips around the tip, you thought more about the movie. Since it was an erotic drama and not full-on porn, there hadn’t been any actual graphic depictions of oral sex. Still, it was heavily implied in the scene you were playing off of that Billy Wirth’s character was getting fellated before he took his co-star’s character to bed. Now there were no implications. As you ran your tongue over the length of Dwayne’s big cock, you felt pride knowing you were making the scene even more explicit~

“You taste so fucking good. I want more of you, Dwayne~” you practically purred. Hungry for more of him, you moved further onto his cock, tongue swirling around the length. The more you moaned over him, the more lustful he seemed. As you ran your hands over his hips and thighs, you could feel his body shaking from the pleasure of you sucking him off. It made you smile rather deviously knowing you had this effect on him.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart..~ ” Dwayne moaned out, his fingers running through your hair as you pushed each inch deep into your mouth. Looking up at him, you were delighted to see his head thrown back in ecstasy with his chest heaving as his breath hitched. Seeing him so caught up in the pleasure was making you aroused as well. Behind your panties, your pussy was dripping with excitement.

“Mmmmmmh~” you moaned softly as you moved up and down on his cock a little faster now. Your tongue was running over the sides as you took him deep in your hot, wet mouth. He filled you up so much, and you were eager to feel more. There was nothing in the world that you wanted more than giving Dwayne as much pleasure as possible.

He must have been thinking the same thing because he gently nudged you off of him, no doubt ready for more. His long, hard cock was glistening from the wetness of your mouth and you would fucking BEG to get more of it. Not a word was traded between the two of you as he brought you back up on your feet, folded his arms around your waist, and pulled you upward so your legs could wrap around his hips. 

You felt breathless, dizzy with the passion of this moment. For years you dreamed of being ravaged by a handsome vampire in the night, and now it was really happening. You pulled him in close to kiss him deeply, wanting nothing more than to savor this moment. 

It really was like your fantasy from the movie was being recreated. Between Dwayne kissing you, holding you up in his arms, and carrying you from the center of your room to your bed, it made you feel like a real star. He sat down on the edge of your mattress, your legs straddling him as he unclasped your bra and tossed it without a care. Heat spread over your cheeks as you felt his eyes study your body. He looked ravenous from seeing you like this~

“Dwayne...kiss me~ ” you pleaded, offering your body to him. If your heart hadn’t been beating so fast already, then seeing the vampire hungrily lick his lips at the offer definitely sped things up. 

You arched your back, matching the moves you saw the two actors perform on screen. Dwayne followed your lead, leaning forward with you and kissing along your chest. His mouth was so warm on your skin, and you adored the way his lips felt as he moved from one breast to the other. The moans that came from your mouth sounded so pathetic to your own ears, but the way Dwayne’s cock was throbbing against you showed that he thought they were sexy.  He peppered your breasts with licks and kisses, eager to make you feel as good as possible.  

“Oooh my god, please~ ” you moaned out, your mind going hazy from the desire you felt. It took a lot of willpower to gently stop him and push him back so his back was flat on your bed. You could feel his rock-hard cock rubbing against the fabric of your panties, and it teased you so bad. When his dark eyes met yours, you gave him a look, silently asking him to do that other thing you mentioned from the movie. 

Maybe he really could read your thoughts because without breaking eye contact, he took hold of the fabric of both your skirt and the black panties underneath and shredded them off your body. You gasped in surprise, momentarily forgetting he could tear anything to pieces with the power he possessed. It was a little scary, but it was also incredibly hot. 

Now with both of you naked and your bodies achingly close together, you were readier than ever for him. While his mood had been more lustful before, there was a glint of tenderness in his eyes as he gazed up at you. He smiled softly as he guided your hips on top of his own, the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds. 

“Dwayne...please don’t make me wait any longer~” you pleaded. He chuckled before bringing you down to his level for a passionate kiss. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry~” he moaned into your lips. Finally, he moved you downward, his cock pushing inch by inch inside you. 

You both couldn’t stop the moans that came from your mouths. He filled you so easily, your wetness making his entrance inside of you practically effortless. Your eyes fluttered shut and your nails dug into his shoulders as you adjusted to the sensation of being stuffed like this. From the sound of it, Dwayne was taking a moment as well. After being cold to the touch for so long, he probably felt overwhelmed by all this heat you gave him.

“Oooh fuck, you feel so nice and warm around me, sweet girl~” he moaned out. His strong hands latched onto your hips, silently telling you how he was already eager to have you start moving. 

You took deep breaths, trying your best to both calm your nerves and get comfortable with Dwayne inside you like this. His fingers gently massaged your skin, so gentle and relaxing. He really was a sweet guy, and you already trusted him with all of your heart. You knew he’d take the absolute best care of you.

When you were ready, you began to move your hips forward in a slow, fluid motion. You sighed in delight from the sensation of his cock fucking you, moving in and out at your desired pace. Relaxation was already enveloping your body, any worries or nervousness you had before being washed away.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it~” Dwayne praised you. “Fuck yourself on my cock just like that~”

You could have melted into a puddle right then and there. Dwayne’s voice sounded deeper than usual as he enjoyed you. Something about it made you feel absolutely dopey with pleasure. Before you could even think to tell him that, you were distracted by him gripping your hips tighter and physically lifting you up and down for deeper penetration. 

“Aaah! Ooh my god, Dwayne~! ” you moaned out for him. You leaned forward to press your hands on his strong chest, eager to hold onto him as he used your body as his own, personal fuck toy. Your clit was rubbing against him a lot more from this angle, only adding more pleasure to your senses. It felt like heaven being used like this. With how strong Dwayne’s powers made him, you seemed so vulnerable and powerless in comparison. 

Not that it was a problem, of course. In fact, it only turned you on even more than you already were~

“Please...oh please go f-faster~!” you whimpered, eager to feel as much of him as possible. 

“Say my name again, and I will~” he said. A smack was hit against your ass by his left hand, making you squeak out in surprise. So he also remembered that part from the scene that you mentioned before he left earlier. God, this really did feel like a dream come true~

“Dwayne.....ooh fuck, DWAYNE~! ” your voice cried out, his name sounding so pretty thanks to your voice. 

True to his word, he grabbed on tight and sped up the rocking motion. He was effortlessly moving you up and down on his cock, not even breaking a sweat while he fucked you extra thoroughly. You were positively overwhelmed with the sensation of feeling him stretch your aching, wet cunt. It was almost as if your brain wasn’t working properly anymore. If that was the case, then you’d happily let your body do all the work.

“Yes!! Ooohh yes! Aaah~!!” you cried out for him. You felt so full and so happy, overwhelmed with all the pleasure he generously gave you. Even the expression on his handsome face made you feel amazing. He looked just as caught up in the passion and just as eager for more. Never before had you felt this much confidence and high self-esteem. After all, how many people could say a vampire got off to them~?

Speaking of which~

“D-Dwayne...honey...I-I’m so...aah~...close..~!” you cried out. You really wanted this to last as long as possible, but with how perfectly he was fucking you, it was so hard to fight back the orgasm that was building inside you. 

“Me too, baby...~” he moaned. “Let me take care of you~” 

Before you could even take a moment to process his words you were quickly flipped over so you could be pinned down on your bed. Your eyes were wide and your voice squeaked out as his large hands wrapped around your wrists and his body hovered over yours. You didn’t even think before latching your legs around his hips as you did before. He was just so strong and powerful, that you naturally submitted to him.

The motion of his hips was steady yet so very powerful. He fucked you so thoroughly like this that you were sure you’d forget your own name by the time he was finished with you. It didn’t help that he could kiss you at this angle, stealing what little breath you had. Still, you welcomed every part of him, feeling nothing short of devotion to him. 

“That’s my girl~” he moaned, still holding you down as he kept thrusting. “Can you feel how much I want you~?”

If your head was thinking a little clearer, you would have recognized that as one of the other lines from the movie. Instead, you were just aching for him to keep whispering sweet nothings as he fucked your pussy. 

“Y-Yes, Dwayne....ooooh fuck, yes~!”

“When I cum I'm only gonna wanna cum again. That's the way it is. It ain't over 'till it's over~”

How he managed to perfectly recall the lines you shared with him, you didn’t know. But then again, you really didn’t care. Your mind was fuzzy and your legs were shaking as the pleasure built up higher and higher. His voice scratched a part of your brain that you didn’t even know was itching for this. You felt hotter than ever as his hips moved faster, slamming against your body as his own pleasure consumed him.

“I'm gonna kiss you goodbye when the sun rises, then I'm gonna kiss you hello again when it sets~” he growled, nipping at your neck in between the words he spoke for you. How fitting that he adjusted them to fit the relationship you had. A vampire who would give you nothing but love when the night took over. You had never felt so lucky in your entire life.

“D-DWAYNE! OOoohhh fuck~!!”

That was all you needed to finally give in to your climax. Your back arched, your eyes shut and your fingers were digging into the blanket as deep as physically possible. Your body was tensing up as you felt wave after wave of pleasure hit you, each one more amazing than the last. Your cunt gripped his cock so tight as you came all over it. 

Halfway through your release, you felt Dwayne experience his own as he held you down tighter and came hard inside you. The rush of warm, wet cum painting you inside was almost enough to make you orgasm all over again. Hearing him grunt in your ear as he filled you was just that arousing.

When you both had come down from the rush, he let go of your wrists and nuzzled your neck to make up for the biting he had done before. He moaned softly as he slipped out of your pussy, no doubt because his cock was extra sensitive at the moment. You felt empty now, but the sticky, warm feeling that was coated between your legs and over your tender cunt was still there to enjoy. You smiled to yourself, completely relaxed and very satisfied.

Dwayne was extra gentle with you now as if he was afraid he’d accidentally break you. He helped move you so your head was resting on your pillow and your body was in a comfortable position on the bed. He kissed you tenderly as he slipped a blanket over your naked figure. You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so blissful. Judging by the look on his face, Dwayne felt the same way.

“You were perfect, baby~” he cooed, gently running his fingers through your hair as he spoke. You smiled sweetly at him, leaning more into his hand.

“I should be saying that to you, Dwayne~” you returned the compliment. Your voice sounded hoarse, no doubt all the screams of ecstasy weakening it. He seemed to notice this too because he chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead as a way to make you feel better.

“Stay here and get some rest, sweet girl. I’ll bring you some water” 

With one last kiss on your lips, he got up from the bed, slipped on the once-discarded jeans from before, and made his way out of your room and into the main area of the cave. Sleepiness was already clouding your head and your eyes were threatening to shut completely before he could return with your drink. You would have definitely fallen asleep if you hadn’t heard a loud, unexpected voice from outside your room.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” 

Your eyes widened from both the surprise and the recognition of the voice. No doubt, that was definitely Paul. 

“You got her first kiss, her first date, AND her first fuck? How the hell is that fair?!” 

Laughter came from two other voices in the room, obviously belonging to David and Marko. They must have just now gotten back from the hunt and the first thing they had seen upon returning home was a half-naked Dwayne covered in your dark, red kiss marks. It wouldn’t exactly take a genius to figure out what had happened.

“HEY! Sugar! If you can hear me back there, just know I’d rock your world better than Dwayne ever cou-OW!!” 

You burst into a fit of giggles from hearing a loud smack cut off Paul’s words. Dwayne must have smacked him upside the head like usual for being a horn-dog. It would be embarrassing to go talk to them later, but between your afterglow and the satisfaction of knowing you took this big step with your boyfriend, you didn’t really care.

As the rowdiness continued outside, you simply snuggled deeper into bed and smiled to yourself. You were definitely going to tell Dwayne more details about his actor’s movies after this~

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[asukamood]

Envy

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First part

This post is part of the bad things happen series

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Warnings: violence, sexual activities mentioned?? Someone’s calling Hacks a whore basically, mentioned torture

Synopsis: “I can’t say anything to Dream directly unless I want them to kill Hacker.” He walked around the table once again before stopping in front of Finch, looking him in the eyes. “But I do not intend on letting him have his way like this either. I have a plan, but I am going to need you to put it into execution.”

He extended his hand. “Will you be willing to help me?”

Finch shook it as a response.

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“What?!” Finch’s eyes narrowed in anger as the meaning of the sentence was processed. “How could you do that to him? I thought he was your best friend!” He stepped closer to him as Blue’s eyes widened from shock because of the outburst. He stomped toward him quickly, his murderous intents quite clear from facial expression alone.

Blue backed up a bit as he threw his hands in the air as a sign of peace. “Wait! I did not mean it like that, please let me explain!” Finch stopped at arm length from him, crossing his arms around his chest as he sent a death glare his way.

“You have two minutes.” He warned as the other sighed, putting his hands down.

“Thank you.” He breathed deeply before getting down from the desk. “The one who is after him is the master of the dungeons.” He explained as Finch frowned. He had the feeling it was the case but hearing it from someone else’s mouth just felt different.

“Why would he want to harm Hacker? He is not on our list of Hacker’s victims, and they have never interacted before.”

“That is where I come in. As surprising as it may sound, I have rejected his advances in the past...” Finch’s face scrunched in an indescribable emotion. “... and as far as I’m aware he hasn’t been quite a fan of my attitude ever since I got with Dream.”

“And since he couldn’t get to you directly, he decided to go for Hacker instead?” Blue nodded, confirming his theory.

“When I was out, I had made sure the camera footage of our conversation was deleted. Although, I could not control the gossiping of criminals after they witnessed my chat with Hacker which might have been what informed him of my friendship with him.” Finch should not have been surprised that Blue might have access to the camera footage, but he still felt uneasy knowing that he did have access to it.

Oh, how much of a blessing it was that this man had no interest in violence or overthrowing Dream.

“He saw that as an opportunity to resolve the resentment he had toward me and has been tasking Hacker’s different fellow inmates to... rough him up a bit in exchange of a reward, if you can put it that way.” While his voice remained calm and collected, it was clear by the flames of anger in his irises that his emotions did not match with his tone of voice.

“One of such criminals was the one who got Hacker in the mess that you saw him in.” Finch’s eyebrow twitched in irritation as he thought that all of that happened because of an employee’s petty problems with the Lord’s partner.

He was definitely angry at the master of the dungeons for doing all this unjust stuff under Justice Reigns’ banner, definitely not for targeting Hacker specifically, that would be ridiculous. A captain of the Justice Division should never even think of entertaining silly feelings for a criminal out of all people.

“If all you’ve been saying is true,” Blue eyed him with a look that told him he already knew what he was about to ask about. “Why have you waited so long to tell me or anyone about it? From what you have said, this has been going on way longer than I might know.”

“As sharp as ever!” Blue clapped his hands with a smile, most probably in an attempt to lighten up the mood. Finch did not reciprocate it, hardening his glare to spur Blue to talk further. At that, he sighed, expression falling back to a solemn one. “You’re right, this started right after you were on leave.”

His frown deepened. “That was a week ago.” Specifically, right after he had the misfortune to witness Hacker and Blue’s chat in the dungeons. Apparently, Dream had been watching all this unfold from the camera room and offered Finch the chance to take the week off while apologizing for Blue’s shamelessness, neither able to look the other in the eyes.

“I know, but there was still nothing I could do about it.” He lowered his head, his bangs hiding his expression. “Since they didn’t let Hacker out of the torture room for a few days.”

Finch paled; his heart having dropped at least fifty feet below.

“... What?” Even with his bangs hiding his face, it did not take an empath to guess that Blue was upset about that.

“He stayed there for the whole week you were off.” Blue continued, tapping onto the wood of Dream’s desk. “And after he was choked, the guards never left him without someone to monitor him. Today was the first day I could send you there without any of his men suspecting anything.”

Finch stayed silent at that, processing everything.

“I can’t say anything to Dream directly unless I want them to kill Hacker.” He walked around the table once again before stopping in front of Finch, looking him in the eyes. “But I do not intend on letting him have his way like this either. I have a plan, but I am going to need you to put it into execution.”

He extended his hand. “Will you be willing to help me?”

Finch shook it as a response.

***

Dream looked quite surprised to see Finch waiting at his desk already when he walked back into his office. Once he noticed him, he bowed down as usual before straightening up again. “Apologies for coming in unannounced My Lord, I had something important to inquire about.”

He looked at Blue, who was leaning back against the window, with an eyebrow raised. The latter smiled innocently at him, waving his hand. He decided to drop the silent questioning for now. He turned back toward Finch.

“There is no need to apologize. Have you been waiting for long?” He made his way toward the desk, sitting down on his spinning chair as he could feel Blue’s eyes on his back. He ignored it.

Finch shook his head. “No, I just arrived actually.”

“So, what have you been meaning to ask me?” Finch locked his hands behind his back.

“I would like to request a change in my schedule.” Dream blinked. Well, that was new.

He looked back at Blue, who was still suspiciously silent and behaved but he avoided his gaze, preferring to look at the wandering birds in the day sky.

“I’m listening.”

***

Hacker was lying on a bed again, although he could tell that something was different. What was it?

His head lolled back against the pillow he was lying on; his pupils travelling uselessly in his irises to try and take in the environment around him. He had noticed a while ago that his vision had gotten quite blurry, but it is not like he could really complain about them. It was hard enough to speak after all.

What time was it again?

He was so sleepy...

“Hacker.” The sudden call of his name temporarily snapped him out of it, eyes rolling back to meet blue ones. “You need to go to the cafeteria.”

He blinked several times, eyes narrowed as he tried to make the image he was seeing more even. “Blue?”

He noticed the vague head he was seeing nod, a hand coming up to his view.

He took it on reflex, feeling the other pull him out to stand up. He did manage to stand after a few seconds of trying to stay awake. His legs shook a little and he found the aspect of standing way more difficult than he last remembered. He frowned but did not say anything.

A hand came up from behind his head before it pushed him toward the other. His head rested on Blue’s shoulder as said one’s arms circled around his torso, one of his fingers tracing light circles onto his lower neck. He hummed and closed his eyes, almost drifting off to sleep again.

“I’m sorry for what’s about to happen, Hacks.” He vaguely heard the other murmur next to his head. “It’s going to hurt, but it won’t take long before you don’t have to anymore, okay?” He must have said it in a comforting tone, but he did not notice it. Either way, he had no idea what the other was talking about but since it was Blue, it was most probably going to be fine. He nodded slowly as the others let go of him again.

***

When Hacker stepped inside the cafeteria, all chatter died down as he made his way into the room. He could feel all eyes on him, but he paid no mind, taking a random dish and sitting at a table.

As he suspected, he still had a lot of trouble with swallowing but that was not really something that he could do anything about now anyway. Most of those who were looking in his direction turned away the moment that a particular group of people started walking toward him.

A guard who noticed that gave a first warning, who went unnoticed by the group, too busy gritting their teeth and glaring holes into Hacker’s back.

“Hey Hacker!” One of them called the leader of the group. Said one turned around and blinked at her.

Before he could ask what they all wanted, she had grabbed him by the collar before lifting him up and throwing him at another table. He collided with it and winced, trying to sit up. “How did you do that, huh?” She hissed as she walked slowly toward him, yanking his arm toward her. “How did you suddenly become buddy buddy with that JR guy?”

At his silence, she growled and slapped him, the noise echoing through the entire cafeteria. The JR guards gave a second warning as they stepped closer. “Did you suck him off for that? That is, it, isn’t it? You threw yourself at him like a fucking dirty whore and let him get you all numb and screaming in exchange of that little bit of favor, didn’t you?”

Since he was still not saying anything, she suddenly pressed her knee against his tibia and pushed into it, earning a small whimper of pain from Hacker. “You asshole. You think you can just waltz back in here like a princess after letting yourself get all spoiled and full? You forgot in which world you came from, buddy.”

She motioned for the rest of the group to approach, some already cracking knuckles. “I think it’s about time that we remind you.”

***

It took Finch all the self-control he had not to sprint into the mess and at least give a very well-deserved punch to that criminal. He forced himself to take a deep, quiet breath as he continued recording the two people in front of him.

“She’s doing an amazing job, isn’t she?” The master of the dungeons nodded a small sadistic smile on his face as he watched the chaos ensuing from the safety of the walls.

“She is.” He confirmed, turning to face her. “What kind of reward did she want again? A day at the shopping mall, was it?” His assistant nodded, ticking the name of the criminal from a list in her small notebook.

“We may use her services again soon; I heard that Finch had requested to take the late-night shift for the next week instead of the day ones.” A wide pleased smile stretched across his face, which almost made Finch want to call out to him and show that he was still here and very much able to send him flying to the medical wing.

But once again, he restrained himself. Although, anger was quick to build up and he could feel that he was close to snapping if that conversation were to continue.

“That’s perfect, that Hacker guy is still healthy enough for us to mess with him a little bit more in the torture room.” He ended up chuckling a little and Finch could feel blood leaking from the spot on his lip he had been biting this whole time to keep his mouth shut.

“Finally, that little trip to that medical wing he got was just a little stunt made to slow us down. I bet that Blue guy was behind that, he will see if that was still a clever idea to send him there when he will find his best friend lying in a pool of his blood begging to be killed.”

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed some of his coworkers tackling the troublesome group of criminals to the ground and away from Hacker. The latter looked in pain but at least it did not seem like he had been completely beaten up, only the red spot from that slap was visible, his leg functional as someone helped him stand up.

The camera across from him lit up a bit red. That was his clue to retreat.

He walked away, gripping the phone tightly as he sent the audio recording to both Blue and Dream.

***

“For this to work, we need to send Hacker back to the dungeons, specifically at lunch time.” Once the words left his mouth, Blue noticed Finch’s indignation right away.

“There is no way in hell we are doing this.” He objected firmly; his arms crossed. “Do you know how envious the other prisoners are toward him? They will beat him to a pulp if we let him go back out there!”

“Believe me, that idea does not delight me the slightest bit either, but he and his assistant would be watching the fight and commenting, I have seen it before and the criminal they tasked with that mission is relatively intimidating, ensuring that her team alone are going to go for Hacker. Plus, she likes to show off a bit before getting serious which would enable the guards to intervene before things escalate too quickly.”

His eyes turned to the door as footsteps slowly made their way toward here.

“I would have loved to give you every detail of how there is no way Hacker would get too much more injured than he already is, but Dream is coming back this way, so I am going to have to ask you to trust me. Not only for his sake but also for JR’s honor.”

[adelaidedrubman]

John gets his first fishing lesson. read here on ao3.

notes: here we go folks, chapter 2 is here! this originally was going to be a longer chapter, but i decided to leave off at a different scene than originally intended for the sake of getting a faster update with a more reasonable wordcount (y’all know me). chapter wordcount: 4.9k warnings: it wouldn’t be hl&s without ample sexual banter and fishing puns. animal death (perhaps cruel in motivation but not in execution, all fish killed humanely). somewhat graphic description of a fish being gutted. ft. palpable sexual tension. john typical emotional volatility and outbursts. some emotional manipulation, bullying, and general toxicity (jestiny is arguably never not negging him). minimal proofing.

By 8:38 AM John was beginning to doubt she was going to show up at all. 

Perhaps, he was beginning to think, after thirty-eight minutes of waiting (fifty-three if he counted the fifteen minutes he arrived early), coming to the Marina had been a mistake. 

He exhaled as he glanced at his watch, promising himself — just as he had twice before — that at the next quarter past he would leave if she still wasn’t there. 

It would make sense that the mysterious redheaded stranger from the bar wouldn’t show up as promised. 

She’d hardly struck him as reliable , or trustworthy. 

Perhaps it had been foolish of him to ever think she would follow through. 

She had probably realized in the cold, sober light of day just how ridiculous the idea had been, and resolved to bail on him and put the entire embarrassing affair behind her. 

And he should have done the same. 

Yes, he had been stupid for showing up at all. 

And he would correct that, and leave. 

In just another three minutes. 

He tapped his watch, stomach dropping as the second dial began to near another full rotation around its face. 

“If you’ve been just waiting around here for the past hour because you’re trying to work up the courage to ask me to join you, you can go on ahead and stop worryin’ your pretty little head.” 

John rounded his current lap of pacing up and down the length of the dock to find the owner of the Marina perched on the side of his boat, legs crossed and coral painted lips curved into a smile. 

“If you’re willing to wait the teensy-weensiest bit longer, I can be in a bikini, lathered up in tanning oil, and ready to hop aboard by around 9:30 — that’s the time Xander usually rolls outta bed, and I need to leave the shop in something at least resembling capable hands before I can set sail.” 

John cleared his throat. “Mrs. Drubman,” he greeted, matching her smile as he sauntered to her side. “As flattered as I am by the offer, I’m afraid the position of first mate is already taken, for today. I have a date. I’m just waiting for her to arrive.” 

“Well, I’ll be!” she exclaimed, hopping down from atop the boat to study him closer. “You got a girlfriend coming over?” she asked with a raise of her eyebrows. “Who is it?” she questioned, pouting her bottom lip. “C’mon, at least give your ol’ girl Addie a name.” 

Ah, well. 

He wished that he could, but that had been another oversight of the prior evening. He’d failed to even ask the redhead’s name before agreeing to her plan. 

Which under normal circumstances wouldn’t have been much of an issue, but the quick turnaround from last night to their early morning (or at least it was supposed to be early morning) date left him with little time to pry around about her. 

“Oh, come now, Addie.” He gave a charming laugh as he tilted his head to look up at her with soft, friendly eyes. “I’m afraid I don’t kiss and tell.” 

“Don’t worry,” she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I can be very discreet.” 

Perhaps if he believed that, he would have abandoned any hopes of his co-conspirator showing and taken the blonde up on her offer. 

Still, it occurred to him she could be of use to him in another way.  

“My lips are sealed,” he teased, bringing an index to rest against them in a ‘shh’ gesture. “But…” He curled the index downward to pinch against his thumb. “I suppose a tiny hint wouldn’t hurt,” he hummed. “It’s someone I believe you’re quite familiar with.” 

She should be, shouldn’t she? After all, beyond the fact the woman from last night had suggested meeting here in the first place, the one thing he knew about her was that she liked fishing. Surely she and the Marina owner were well acquainted. 

“Honey, I’m familiar with a lot of folks, if you catch my drift,” she replied with a wink. “Gimme another hint.” 

“Perhaps more than just familiar,” he offered. If he could just get a name. “Someone who is also a very loyal customer.”

“Again, honey.” She smacked her lips, unimpressed. “I do very good business.”

He made a mental note of Greed, competing valiantly with Lust. 

But for the present moment he merely gasped, bringing a hand to his chest as if wounded. “I’ve showed you two of mine now,” he whined playfully. “Can’t I get just one guess of yours?”

“Hmmmm,” she tapped a finger just beneath her bottom lip. “If you’re meeting her here and not during Sunday Service, I’m guessing that means she isn’t a member of your little…” She flourished her hand, flicking her wrist forward to trail fingers down the V of his shirt. “‘Alternative religious movement,’ is what Xander says I should call it…”

“I do fear for her soul. But I’m certain that can be rectified.” He was not so certain. He found it very likely that the stubborn, wrathful little redhead would burn with the rest of the sinful world. But if she could help him convert a pair of far more worthy souls, she will have at least served some purpose before dying a slow, painful death in the Collapse. 

“I’ll ask more about your rectals later,” she said with a wriggle of her brows. “For now, another hint?” 

How long could he keep this up? 

“About yea high,” he said simply, bringing straightened fingers to rest just beneath the bridge of his nose. “ With her —” hideous, bulky, tacky, “— favorite combat boots on.” 

Adelaide rolled her shoulders back, pushing out her chest and towering over him by the several inches she had been graciously evening them out by bending down as they spoke. “So, short?” 

John hummed, straightening his spine and raising his chin. “I’d say average.” 

“You’d say,” she mused. “What’s she do for work?” 

Fuck if he knew. “Nothing she finds as meaningful a calling as she does fishing.” 

“Age?” 

Older than she acts, he would assume. “I would never reveal that information about a lady.” 

“Bra size?” 

Something in the range of substantial, but not massive. More perky. Something like a 36C — No, closer to a 34D. “Questions befitting a gentleman, please.”

“Alright, how ’bout —”

“And I believe we’re on your guess, at the moment.”

“Fine, fine.” She held her chin in her hand, studying him. “Is it that blonde spitfire that works the deli at Lorna’s?” she asked, leaning forward with hands on hips. “The chatty one who always wears the low-cut tops? Cute little thing. Reminds me of a younger me, with a less impressive caboose.”

“You think I’ve been picking up women at truck stops?” he teased. “No, not her. And not a blonde, as lovely as I may find them.”

“Brunette?” she pressed. “Lighter or darker than what you’re rocking?”

He shook his head with a coy smile that concealed the worry fluttering in his chest. Was he really going to be cornered into playing the one card he really had? 

“You’ve worn me down,” he sighed. Really, it was a shame she wasn’t a believer. She had gifts to contribute. “She has the most gorgeous, breathtaking, luscious —”

“Jessie?”

Jessie? Could that be it?

But when he flicked his gaze up to gauge the blonde’s reaction he saw she looked past him, rather than at him. 

He swung his head around to see the woman from the night before leisurely strolling down the docks with on hand in the pocket of her cutoff denim shorts, the other carrying a tacklebox and a set of fishing poles. 

She paused as she reached his slip, stopping in her tracks and looking over her shoulder in a way that suggested she might be considering turning back. 

No such luck, Jessie. A deal is a deal. 

“Jessie!” John called in greeting, jogging down the length of the dock towards her. “My, is it a delight to see you.”

He brought his hands to either side of her face in hopes of covering the look she gave him as if she had no clue what he was on about, pushing her back to dip her into a reunion kiss. 

“The fuck you think you’re —” She dropped the fishing poles and tacklebox to grip the crook of his elbows to shove him back, giving him a brief look of incredulity before seeming to reorient herself and lean into the embrace to dip him back instead, deepening the kiss as she did. 

Such a difficult one, Jessie was. 

Still, it apparently sold well enough — the moment he was let up for air he was greeted by a curious, flushed leer from the Drubman woman. 

“Well, batter and deep-fry my tits and sell ’em at the testy festy, this is your mystery gal?”

“Not such a mystery to you, is she?” John laughed as he laced his fingers in Jessie’s and brought her knuckles to his mouth to kiss, banking on the instant recognition meaning he’d been correct about their familiarity. “Jessie dear mentioned you were close.”

“As two pimples on my ex-husband’s ass cheek,” Adelaide agreed, hooking arms beneath Jessie’s to bring her in for a hug, John’s intertwined hand awkwardly tugged along for the ride as the blonde pulled her further. 

“Speaking of exes, I’m glad to see you moving on so quick,” Adelaide whispered in Jessie’s ear, just barely audible to John. “Was wondering ’bout you, after I heard about the girl band breaking up.”

“You fuckin’ heard about that already?” Jessie hissed in reply, patting the hand not holding John’s against Adelaide’s back and turning so that she was angled away from him. “How?”

“Well, the classic breakup hack job you came in here rocking told me from about a mile away.” John felt a perverse since of satisfaction at seeing an embarrassed pink flush across the redhead’s cheeks at the jab — perhaps she did have some sense of shame, deep down. “But, I’d also heard it before I laid eyes on the tragedy. Skylar and Sherri mentioned it this morning,” Adelaide murmured, pulling John’s arm along for another rotation of the strange waltz he was trapped in. “When they stopped by to enter their names in the Annual Fishing Derby.” 

John thought Jessie might actually crush the bones in his hand, for as tightly as she clenched it. 

He saw something dangerous flare in those big doe eyes of hers, any friendliness in their brown warmth vaporized in the angry inferno smoldering to life in them now.

“They. Did. What?”

John tried, unsuccessfully, to extricate his hand from her grip. 

“Oh, don’t be mad at them for blabbing, sugar,” Adelaide shushed, stroking a hand along the back of Jessie’s head. “They weren’t being catty, they just mentioned they were worried about how ya were taking —”

“They entered the Fishing Derby?” she ground out, pain splintering through John’s hand. “Together? Today? They couldn’t even wait a —”

“Lotta folks have, first day we’ve been live!” Adelaide exclaimed, finally pulling back from their hug to make the announcement to John too. “They’ve been lining up all morning. Everyone goes crazy for The Admiral, and the cash prize is up this year.”

“The Admiral?” John repeated with a curious smile. “Might I ask who that is?” 

Jessie’s eyes grew more dangerously alight yet. “You’re so funny, John!” She forced out laughter, eyes bulging wider than he thought possible with each sharp bark. “See how he managed to charm me so quick? He’s so fuckin’ funny.” She gave him a look that bore no hint of amusement. “Of course he fuckin’ knows who The Admiral is.”

“Of course.” Was he really catching flack from the woman who didn’t even know who the Ryes were — seemingly didn’t even know who his own family was, for that matter — for not being familiar with someone in the County? 

What the hell kind of person could that level of recluse even get offended at him for not —

Oh. 

Of course.

He did know. 

“The Admiral is a fish,” he said, trying not to sound exasperated by the revelation. 

“A fish,” Jessie scoffed, slapping him on the back a little too hard. “I told you, he’s funny.”

“Well, not like anyone’s actually gonna catch him, anyways,” Adelaide sighed with a dismissive wave of her hand. “They never do. But everyone who pays the entry fee gets admission to the big ol’ Fish Fry we do after to cook up whatever they did manage to catch and get blackout drunk on party liquor.”

“I can do that at home without an entry fee,” Jessie scoffed. 

“And this year, we’re co-hosting! Cook out’s gonna be over at the Ryes’ place, since they got everything set up nice from all the barbecues they hold anyways —”

“How much is the entry fee?” John asked. 

Adelaide tilted her head to the side, pausing before she answered. She raked her eyes over him from head to toe and back up again, then allowed them to drift over his shoulder towards the boat parked in the slip behind him. 

She crossed her arms over her chest, raising her chin before rattling off with ease, “Ninety bucks a person, one seventy-five for couples, three-fifty for a group of four.”

Oh, good. He was worried she would attempt to charge him something unreasonable. 

He flashed her a smile, reached into his back pocket to slide two hundred dollar bills out pressed between his fingers. “Keep the change,” he hummed, holding the bills out in offering. “But do enter us as a couple.”

Jessie briefly eyed the exchange of cash, shrugging towards Adelaide with the slightest hint of a smile. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, Mrs. Drubman.” He pressed his right arm flat against his abdomen and bent at the waist in a half-bow that put his head near even with Adelaide’s cleavage, bringing his left hand to rest against the small of Jessie’s back. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I’m afraid I won’t have any chance of charming my date myself if I’m competing with you.” 

He pressed his hand against Jessie’s back to guide her the remaining distance towards the boat — only to have the hand elbowed away, as if she’d once again forgotten they were supposed to be acting like a happy couple. 

But before he could shoot her a proper glare in reminder she wrapped her arm around his to tug him along instead, nearly causing him to stumble off the dock from her clumsily effort to cover her slip up. 

“I’ll leave you crazy kids to it, then,” Adelaide chimed with a parting wave. “Happy catchin’!” 

As John climbed into the boat he caught in his periphery a manicured hand reaching out to grab to the grubby, calloused one dropping a tackle box and set of fishing poles over the side. 

“And sugar,” he heard Adelaide whisper to the redhead she held back. “You gotta let me know if it winds up he puts out, alright?” 

He could see Jessie’s look of earnest confusion reflected in the windshield. 

“Uh, I guess,” she rasped in reply, even more conspicuous yet. “I mean, why wouldn’t he?” 

“My dear,” John turned to cut in before the pair could whisper more gossip, holding out the palm of his hand in offering to receive Jessie’s and assist her in climbing into the boat. 

She recoiled, looking at the hand as if it might as well have held a dead rat as she stepped to the side of it and hopped onto the boat. 

Yes, this was certainly a mistake. 

He laughed and threw an arm around her, pulling her to his side. “We’re supposed to be acting like we’re together,” he hissed through teeth exposed in a stiff smile as he waved goodbye to the blonde skipping back towards the shop. “So what was that, exactly?” 

“Was gonna ask you the same fuckin’ thing,” she ground out in reply. “Why the fuck were you pulling all that weird shit?” 

“The physical affection?” he questioned. “Couples tend to do that,” he said, smile souring with sarcasm. “And what took you so long?” he demanded. “I was beginning to think —” 

That she wouldn’t show up. But he was struck anew with how foolish it had been to really expect her to, so he neglected to finish the thought.  

“You were almost an hour late to the time you set,” he complained instead. 

She rolled her eyes, as if he were being unreasonable. “I was pickin’ out my outfit!” she defended, holding her arms out and doing a half-twirl to show off the cut-off overalls with single suspender unbuttoned to reveal sleeveless t-shirt bearing an image of a suggestively placed set of twin boat engines with the phrase ‘I <3 Motor Boating’ plastered across the chest. “You coulda spent a little more fuckin’ time trying to pick out something nice for yourself.” 

He looked down at the freshly ironed salmon shorts cuffed to mid-thigh paired with crisp white V-neck she cast her disdainful look towards. 

“What could possibly be objectionable about my outfit?”

“Nothing, so long as you’re wearing it as like…” she waved a hand in the air in quick, choppy circles as she paused to search for words, dropping down to her knees to throw open the lid of her tackle box in the same swift motion. “A funny joke or something.” She grinned up at him. “Y’know. Irony.”

“The only irony I’m finding is in you insulting someone’s outfit while wearing that.”

“This is what people wear to go fishing,” she said, pulling at the suspenders of her overalls. 

“This isn’t?”

“Wrong kinda salmon, John,” she said with a point towards his shorts, sitting back to begin threading a line through a hook. “But it’s fine, we can sell it like you are funny,” she sighed, breaking off the line between her teeth. “And at least your legs look nice in shown off in ’em,” she tacked on, glancing back at him. “You actually have really nice thighs. Go fucking figure.”

He felt a strange heat crawl up the back of his neck, bloom across his chest. 

He thought it was the first nice thing she’d said about him. 

Something about receiving a compliment from someone so very unpleasant was, well… 

“Shame about the stern, though,” she said with a click of her tongue against her teeth, glancing behind him. 

Never mind. 

“I’ll spare you the view,” he replied, stepping over the woman to seat himself at the helm. He tugged the legs of the shorts up slightly as he sat. 

“Can’t do anything about what god gave you, but we can work on getting you to pass as a real angler, even with the shorts.” She came up behind him to pat his shoulder as he cranked the motor to life. “Head out West, ’bout midway to the little fucking islet out there.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

“And don’t even worry about the learning curve — ’cause with me teaching you, you’ll be fishing like a pro before sunset.”

“Oh, come the fuck on, this is pathetic!” The overbearing heat of the sun seemed to beat down on John a degree hotter for every damnable word Jessie spoke to him. “Your fucking bobber is practically twenty-thousand leagues under at this point! That means start reeling that shit in!” 

“Well, it’s difficult to focus when my fishing partner is screaming at me!” he snapped back, doing his best to crank the handle of the reel, only for it to jam. 

“Other way!” she ordered. “And lean back! Keep the end of your rod up! You’re supposed to fight the fish while you reel!” 

“Then perhaps you should worry about fighting your own catch, instead of me!” he huffed, tensing his arms and jerking the rod back. 

“I got the expert form to multitask,” she said smugly, doing a swift turn of her reel as the fish on the end of her line leapt through the air. “You haven’t caught anything all day.” 

“Brag while you can,” he scoffed, giving another harsh tug to his rod — the line pulled taut, refusing to budge no matter how much of his strength he exerted, muscles of his arms aching in complaint from the effort. This was it. Finally. “It feels like I’ve got a big one on the line.” 

“You haven’t had shit on the line for a good fuckin’ minute, John,” she said flatly. “You fucking snagged the bottom,” she explained with an irritated grunt. She held her rod propped against her thigh with one hand, while the other reached into her back pocket to pull out a skinny, curved knife. “Cut the line and try again.” 

His nostril flared with the sharp, heavy exhale he pushed out as he snatched the knife from her, sliding its plastic safety sheath off and tossing it aside to press the blade to the fishing line. 

“You’re gonna fuckin’ fish me outta hook and home at this fucking rate,” she grumbled, quickly undercut by a laugh as she lifted her own line out of the water with ease to hoist a speckled and pink-lined fish well over a foot long over the side of his boat, propping it to rest wriggling atop the gunwale. 

John grimaced at the mess of slime and lake water it smeared there, dribbling down to leak between the cracks of his natural teak flooring. His scowl deepened as the fish’s tail flailed upward to sling filthy water onto the clean white fabric of his shirt. 

“Hm, I think that puts me at about nine full-sized catches now to your whopping zero,” she bragged in teasing sing-song with a sharp golden flash of sunset warm eyes. “I reckon some of us are just better with our rod than others, huh?”

Whatever fishing line thin thread of patience he had left finally snapped. 

His grip was white knuckle tight around the handle of the knife as he suddenly swung it through the air to impale through the brain of the accursed creature, impact of the blade stabbing straight through and into the hard plastic shell of the gunwale ratcheting itself up the length of his arm. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, contained rage swiftly bubbling up to rush through the length of his arm and settle for good in that tight clenched fist, driving it to twist the knife and send it tearing down the length of the fish’s belly with a squelch of innards spilling. 

He gasped out, looking around with wide, searching eyes, suddenly as furiously hungry for air as if he’d been held underwater. 

“Huh,” Jessie barked out, high but gruff. “Well.” He couldn’t quite say if it was with relief or irritation he noted that the press of her palm against the fish’s back fin hadn’t moved an inch — she hadn’t so much as flinched as he swung the knife. “Guess you know how to gut ’em, at least,” she shrugged. His chest continued to heave as he tried to even his breaths, regain some composure. “Maybe you are good for something.” 

John let out a long exhale, wiping the sweat from his brow and willing himself to keep his current level of calm, trying as it was. 

And oh, it was trying.

Because Jessie wasn’t wrong. 

They had been at this for hours, his cheeks pinkened from the long stretch of baking beneath the sun. And the only thing he’d caught was criticism from the woman who was supposed to be teaching him. 

“You know what,” she hummed, pointing towards the fish guts dribbling down into the water. “That could work, actually. You can finish the job here? You can gut the fucker?” 

He pinched his brow, looking down at the fish. 

“I imagine,” he answered, using the handle of the knife jammed inside the fish to turn it, study the long incision running along its underside. 

He slid his index and middle along the length of the incision, pausing at the fins just beneath the head and using the fingers to pry open the flaps of its sides and study the mess of organs. 

“It doesn’t seem so difficult.” He held his fingers in place as he brought a thumb to rest at the root of the bright red cord running down the length of the fish’s insides. He flexed his knuckles to firmly wedge the knife beneath it, pushing the blade up towards his thumb and pressing down tight until the mess of gristle severed with a short, wet snap. 

He heard a sharp hitch in Jessie’s breath in matching staccato, realizing as he pulled the mess of innards tied up neatly by the red ribbon he gripped that she’d been watching intently, her gaze as pervasive and oppressive as a heavy amber tinted smog settling over his world as he slung the entrails into the river with a sigh and a meaty plop that announced their landing. 

Jessie inhaled slowly this time as she stepped towards him, looking him up and down. 

“That’ll do, John.” She reached fingertips towards his middle, trailing them along the splatter of blood and pink flecks of tissue he hadn’t noticing slinging across the bright white of his shirt, and the ghosting sensation sent zaps of quick firing nerves through him as effectively as if someone pressed a blade against his spinal cord. “That’ll do.” 

She smiled down at the stain, before wiping her hand along his chest to further dirty the shirt with slime and stray scales. “You at least look a little bit more like a real fisherman now.”

“I apologize for not having the foresight to show up pre-covered in viscera.”

“No use crying over unspilled blood now.” She waved a hand in the air dismissively. “Or uncaught fish. Because I got a plan I think is gonna work.” She glanced over her shoulder towards the sun. “It’s gonna have to. We’ve run outta time.” 

“A plan to do what, exactly? And what makes it so time sensitive as to require immediate execution?” 

“We’re going to see Sherri and Skylar,” she answered, plopping herself down into the driver’s seat. “They always fish over across from Can of Worms ’round this time. And we’re gonna zip up there join them.”

John raised an eyebrow. 

“Don’t worry. You’re not gonna actually gonna be fishing, obviously.” She waved a hand, propping an arm on the side of the boat as she turned towards him. “We’re gonna pretend we caught all them fuckers in the cooler together. Lucky for you, I can reel in enough for the both of us. And I’ll keep catching, while you’re busy gutting them.” Her knuckles grew stark white as she gripped the steering wheel. “I was always fuckin’ nice and gutted those bitches’ fish for them.” Her nostrils flared as she let out a sharp exhale — then her scowl abruptly broke into a grin. “But now I have someone to gut ’em for me.” 

“I’m sure in your world, that’s a very important victory. But couldn’t we take a bit more time to practice? Why must the victory march take place today?” 

“Because they had to fuckin’ rush to sign up for the Fishing Derby today!” she screech, her cheeks growing bright red yet again. “They couldn’t wait one goddamn day! So time to show them I can move on just as fucking fast!” Her shoulders tensed, rising and falling as she flexed her wrists to turn her clenched fists around the steering wheel. “We’re going to Can of Worms!” 

He gave an exasperated sigh. Really, some people were so sensitive and dramatic about a little break up. 

But best not to harp too much on just how childish her antics were, while he still needed her for his own designs. 

So, he gave her an appeasing smile. “Very well.” He lifted the key to the boat from its place around his neck, quickly jerking it out of the redhead’s reach as she tried to grab for it. “You’re not driving my boat, though. I drive.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Fine.” 

She made no effort to rise from his seat, instead leaning back and patting her thighs. “Hop on, then.” 

“You want me to drive the boat sitting in your lap?”

“You’re the one who said we needed to be more touchy-feely and shit to look like a couple,” she barked, pointing a finger at him. “And c’mon, don’t forget this is a quid pro fuckin’ quo arrangement. You help me keep up appearances by riding up drivin’ —” 

“You’re not driving —” 

“— lookin’ like I’m driving a fancy boat with my new pretty young thing in my lap, more likely I am to do whatever dumb bullshit it is you end up wanting me to do to impress your exes.” 

He crossed his arms over his chest, considering. 

“Pretty young thing,” he scoffed, lowering himself to take a seat in her lap. “You think I’ll fall so easily for insincere flattery from a woman who’s been relentlessly insulting me all morning?”

“Forgot we fuckin’ prized honesty in this fake relationship,” she snorted. “Pretty quickly-creeping-towards-middle-age thing, then.” 

She still said pretty, he resisted pettily pointing out. “You’re a charmer.” 

“Charm the scales off a fish,” she replied with a click of her tongue against teeth. “But enough talk,” she said gruffly, guiding his hand to shove the key into the ignition with no amount of gentleness. “Take us to Can of Worms!” 

She squeezed his bare thigh in punctuation of the order. He cleared his throat and gave her an expectant look in reply, a quickly cooling breeze sweeping over him to cause skin to prickle along the leg her hand rested atop as he raised his brows to signal he was waiting. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you don’t even know where —” she groaned, removing her hand to point a finger over the windshield. “Head southwest!” 

He turned the key and turned the wheel in obedience of the order as she rested her chin atop his shoulder to look over it. 

She was much better at physical affection when she was taunting him, it seemed. 

He cranked the gas. 

Quid pro fuckin’ quo, he reminded himself.

[blackink-onpaper]

The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

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Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Zeo Abyss, Jack, Damian Hart, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, team Gan Gan Galaxy, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

A/N: (ambience suggestion) this chapter and the next will go along with the canon storyline, for this chapter watch Beyblade Metal Masters episode 92 if you like, it’s available on youtube! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 15

Early in the morning, when the sun had just come up to creep over the miles of empty desert surrounding Hades City, I woke up to see I was alone. At first, I thought Damian might have gone to the bathroom, but then I recalled they had to do a round of Arrangement before takeoff to the final battle. Returning to my own room, I took a refreshing cold shower and washed my hair, before moving onto planning my appearance for the day. A cheeky thought crossed my mind as I was flipping through my folded clothing, as I considered dressing in Damian’s colours as a sign of support: this was my first public appearance with Starbreaker, after all.

Checking the schedule match time on my phone, which was at noon, I understood I had to be ready at least an hour earlier in order to be on time. I dried my hair and curled it into very loose and unintentional waves, and did my makeup lightly but a bit more sophisticated than usual, because I was unsure if I will be a target for the paparazzi, although I definitely intended not to be and remain hidden if possible. For clothes, I decided on a white linen button down tucked into my straight white ankle length jeans, black chelsea boots with a small blunt heel, and my powder blue Dior bag I got as a gift from Julian’s mom a couple of years ago for my birthday - the colour would serve good as a reminiscent of Damian’s hair. To complete my look, I painted my bare nails black to match my boots, and added gold chain bracelets as the final touch: I was very pleased with my look. Just after texting Ziggurat’s assistant for details, I also remembered I had a thin black velvet choker in my jewelry bag which I immediately added to my ansemble, excited to see if anyone is going to notice.

At breakfast, a familiar situation happened with boys from the Academy; there were too many looks and whispers for me to not notice. I tried to ignore them, but I think today’s match got them too excited to remember some manners. Nonetheless, I did my best to tune them out and read what Ziggurat’s assistant texted me back:

Dear Camila,

The departure time is 10:45AM by helicopter. Please be present in section B3, platform 4 at that exact time to meet the team. Your tickets have been sorted, please find them attached.

‘Great’ I thought to myself, because I had just enough time to finish my meal slowly and make it in time. At 10:40, I was already at the platform, and I was surprised to meet Zeo there. He seemed very, very upset:

“Zeo, are you okay?” I came up to him, but he slapped my hand away as I tried to touch his shoulder, yelling:

“Leave me alone!”

I stood in silence, with shock caught in my throat. He then realised what he did:

“Camila… I feel like I’m losing my mind.” He said in an almost sobbing voice: “I couldn’t finish my Arrangement again, and if I lose Toby-“

“Zeo listen to me” I interrupted him, realising he needs to hear a proper pep talk: “What does Starbreaker stand for? The American flag, and breaking stars: breaking stars like Masamune and Gingka” he stared at me, probably shocked at where my sudden agency came from: “and you were not picked up from a dumpster to play, you were selected as a rarity. Please remember this!”

He stared for a second longer, before clearing his throat, and then giving me a strong, tight hug: “Thank you Camila, really.”

“Well well, what do we have here?” Damian’s voice echoed behind us, he was accompanied by Jack. Zeo broke off the hug gently: “Camila helped me with my nerves before the battle, which is usually a captain’s job.”

“There’s no need for nerves, Zeo. Simply don’t dissapoint and everything’s fine.” Damian brushed him off with his trademark grin.

“Damian!” I gasped at how inconsiderate he was being.

“I’m not even being rude” he said to all of us very bluntly: “I am just saying if he recalled the number of zeros behind his training costs and his paycheck, he should forget all about nerves!”

“Now, now, kiddies” Ziggurat came up to us as well: “No commotion please. Today is an important day.” He shot me a glance as well: “Starbreaker is about to make history, Hades is about to make history, and we also have our debut with Camila.” He added the latter in a noticably more condescending tone, but then again I was just an accessory in this narrative. We boarded the helicopter and were brought to the stadium by 11:15, accomodated to a room in the backstage.

“Camila, from what I understand you’re on the first row next to the exit, correct?” Ziggurat asked in a very dry manner while looking over some paperwork. The boys and I were seated at a table:

“Yeah, right next to where Starbreaker stands.” I caught Damian’s glance.

“Excellent” he concured, before flipping his folder closed: “Could I please ask you for a few minutes alone with the boys?”

I hated how cold and alienating talking to Ziggurat made me feel; as if every answer I said was considered mostly incorrect but tolerably acceptable. I agreed and left the room, deciding to have a small walk along the hall before coming back. Strolling around the empty tunnel-like hallway, my boots’ short heels made much more noise than one would’ve expected. Because of this, I didn’t hear other footsteps approaching from behind:

“Ah, sorry miss do you maybe know where the bathroom is?”

I turned around, equally surprising and being surprised by Ginka and the girl that accompanied them: “Gingka!”

“Camila! What are you doing here?”

For some reason, I suddenly felt utterly embarrassed to say I am here with Starbreaker because the last time he saw me I was wheeping for Excalibur; I also didn’t feel like doing myself a disservice in a moment where I didn’t have time to explain myself properly:

“I am actually also looking for the bathroom!”

“Ah good let’s look for it together!” He smiled at me, the girl adding: “Yeah, the bathroom can’t remain hidden from three people looking for it!” I followed them to the bathroom, which ended up being nearby, and reapplied some lipgloss just to do something until they came out of the stalls to wash their hands:

“Guys, I need to go now, but I wish you lots of luck okay?” I smiled at them, although I was lying through my teeth: “Have you found a third member?”

“Ah no, unfortunately I’ll probably take on two from Starbreaker. We’ll see who though!” Ginka smiled at me, with no idea he was talking to a Starbreaker informant: “Thank you, please cheer for us!”

“Of course” I gave them a thumbs up, adding: “see you out there!” Before swiftly leaving to return to the Starbreaker room.

After closing the door behind me, I realised the boys were by themselves and Ziggurat had gone somewhere:

“Gan Gan Galaxy don’t have a third member” I announced, observing Damian for his reaction: “I just ran into Gingka and that girl in the bathroom”

“Resourceful” Jack said in a kind of flerting voice. Damian grinned: “Look at you, Camila, a real Star-breaker.” He alluded to the metaphor I told him last night. Soon after, Ziggurat returned and I had to depart to get my seat before the match began. I was nervous and excited, mostly for Damian’s sake, but also for Zeo and Jack; I wanted to see Damian win and to see Zeo get his revenge against that moron Masamune. With the exact strike of noon, the presenters announced the final battle with energising theatrics:

“The first team to arrive are our very own US representatives: team Starbreaker! There they are!” The one in the ridiculous white suit and tophat announced as the boys stepped out into view. I clapped very hard, and tried to whistle as a sign of support but failed miserably at the attempt.

With a blush, I observed how attractive Damian looked in the displays on the screens across the stadium, as the presenter resumed: “These finalists have won their way here with complete ease! Making a live appearance today is this newcomer: Zeo!”

“Zeo! Zeo! Zeo!” I clapped and chanted.

“And the guy who might carve out his art of victory into the stadium again today, the true artist of Blading: Jack!”

“Wooohoooo! Jaaack!” I clapped even harder, knowing my darling is up next:

“And last but not least, the fearsome guide of Hades, his opponents tremble before him: Damian!”

I stood up and managed to push out a whistle, clapping my already pink, sore hands: “Go Damian! Break stars!”

Gan Gan galaxy was announced next, and I saw Starbreaker were talking something inaudible among themselves before Jack noticed where I was, and waved at me. Zeo waved as well, while Damian shot me wink and a pearly winner’s smile. The first battle between Masamune and Zeo was announced, and I was back on my feet again cheering him on.

The beginning of the match was quite dramatic, as Masamune and Zeo exchanged a heated argument before ripping: one that is very cryptic to those who are not familiar with what happened between them. Zeo’s tall Bey resisted Masamune’s continuous reaches for an attack, which was an entertaining start to say the least. But the entire match was laced with absolute hate; a side of Zeo I didn’t see even when he was telling me about Masamune and Toby. Zeo’s special move had Masamune’s Striker in a chokehold, so I expected the match to be over soon. But then Gingka yelled some instructions to Masamune, telling him to strike Byxis from above.

“How is this fair?” I uttered under my breath. I wondered how is it allowed to help out your teammate in the middle of a battle like this, while the American fans booed loudly with the same idea in mind. According to Gingka’s instructions, Striker descended onto Byxis with great force. But then, Zeo suddenly burst with a massive wave of blue, cold energy, which blew away pamphlets from the hands of the audience; but where did this come from? Consumed and confused with the situation, I was at the edge of my seat trying to understand what I could expect next. Zeo was yelling something that was unintelligible to the audience because of the wind and sounds of the energy burst, when suddenly - it was over.

“Did he win?” I heard a boy sitting next to me ask his friend, as we were all onlooking over each others’ heads to see the outcome. Masamune was unconscious, his bey next to him, and Zeo was on his knees briefly before slipping onto his side, fainting as well. I assumed this entire and abrupt win was the result of the Arrangement, and because this was my first time seeing Zeo in battle I understood how much struggle he had to go through to get this far; he truly deserved this win. A brief recess was called as Zeo and Masamune were taken away on stretchers, but the crowds blocked every milimetre I could move in, so I was halted from joining Starbreaker in the backstage and forced to simply await the next match between Jack and Gingka.

[t-toots]

@veelasboy​

Going out alone had never been one of his favourite things in the world. Tilden was quiet, shy and a little awkward. Having somebody with him made things easier and more comfortable, but as he was leaving the radio station earlier in the day, a poster had caught his attention and he spent all afternoon contemplating it. There was a show for a singer he'd heard on the radio plenty of times, Tilden liked his music and wanted to meet the man behind the voice, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to go out on his own.

Ultimately, he decided he'd just go for a little bit. Getting a free ticket thanks to the radio station, it only made sense. Tilden was in the back of the bar alone with a drink, sitting quietly and watching as people piled into the bar to see the show. It was busier than he expected it would be, was this singer more popular than he realized? Usually he didn't pay much attention to what was playing on the radio, typically preferring muggle music. It wasn't long before the show started, and the moment the music started, Tilden was completely enraptured by the performance.

At some point Tilden had left his seat and ended up at the front of the crowd, enjoying himself more than he initially expected he would. Unfortunately it ended sooner than he expected, and he thought he might press his luck by trying to go back stage. The bouncer at the door stopped him, but after explaining he was with the radio station, he was let into the back where he'd found Alex. Not knowing what to say as he approached, feeling very out of his comfort zone, Tilden simply smiled at the other man, "Hey - uh, I enjoyed your show."

[dvisyhookum]

When: April 21st, 1981 Where: Daisy’s house Who: Daisy & Open

It was a seemingly normal morning for Daisy. She woke up before the sun was up, made herself a breakfast consisting of toast, eggs and avocado, along with a cup of tea and ate out on her front porch, watching the sun rise. It was absolutely gorgeous, how still the world around her was. It felt like no one and nothing else was awake, just her and the birds that were starting to sing. If only things could stay this peaceful forever. After cleaning up her dishes, Daisy headed out to her greenhouse to get to work - everything seemed to be blooming all at once and she simply couldn't keep up with harvesting, which was why she had woken up much earlier than usual.

However when she entered the greenhouse and glanced around, she couldn't stop the loud shriek that escaped her. Almost everything was completely wilted and withered away to nothing. What was going on? It looked like a forest in here just the evening before - what happened to her plants over night? Daisy couldn't do anything to halt the tears that started streaming down her cheeks. All her hard work, the love that she put in to taking care of her plants... it was all gone. The only things that seemed to still be thriving were the more mundane plants - goldenrod, lettuce, various flowers, things that weren't entirely useful for anything.

She wandered around, letting her fingers drag across the dying, browning leaves of her plants as she passed by. She was absolutely devastated. Deciding it was useless to spend any more time in the greenhouse, considering she had killed everything she loved, Daisy headed back to her house, picking up the Daily Prophet that sat on her doorstep before settling down on one of the chairs outside her home. Usually she didn't read the Prophet, but what else was she to do? It was strange, though, the photos on the front page were completely still, like a muggle camera was used, poorly for that matter, considering every photo was blurry. The headline had caught her attention as she heard footsteps approaching her - there was no magic. It explained her plants, they simply couldn't survive without their magical properties, but that didn't make her feel any better. "No magic," Daisy whispered aloud before prying her eyes away from the paper to greet her guest.

[outsidercocktail]

@ycuthled​ said: Doc struggled as they carried her off, flailing and fighting at any grunt she could attack in her reach- it earned her a good few bruises and a busted lip, but despite it she still was the same firestarter she's always been. When their boss came into view, she had some choice things to say, including 'cock-sucker' and others- of course Doc knew that she was in danger, considering Crownslayer's occupation, but she'll be damned if she shows it. " Whaddya gonna do, hurt me!? Let's go then, bitch! "

Crown would perk slightly as the call came in over the communicator resting in her ear - the affirmation that her team had succeeded at their objective and would now be heading back to meet her at their rendezvous point. Along with the source of their most recent set of problems in tow.

To be honest, Crown wasn’t fully expecting them to pull it off. Mission successful? Check. Marginally small amount of casualties? Check. One doctor brat actually secured? Check.

　 　 (wait... brat? what?)

The Lupo’s eyes would narrow at the kid the ragged grunts were struggling (but succeeding) to keep secured. Hell, it looked like captain of their squad - a perro named Trot - even had a black eye! God damn. That’s not an adult, not with THAT behavior - have their ranks have been getting beat up by a literal child?

... it’s safe to say that the disbelief in Crown’s voice would be unmistakable.

　 　 “You? YOU’RE the one causing all of this trouble? Trot, what the hell? I said to eliminate their tactician - do I look like a babysitter?”

[goldenfarce]

@antirocket​​ || starter call

being less than fond of heights      DID  A  NUMBER  ON  ETHAN’S  OPTIONS      as far as travelling was concerned. most trainers could simply rely on the assistance of a flying pokemon to get from POINT A to POINT B —— the raven wasn’t nearly so fortunate.      THANKFULLY ,  ETHAN  WASN’T  ESPECIALLY  BOTHERED      by the prospect of wandering about on foot.      ( wandering, because there was no better word to describe his perpetually aimless meandering. ) it was relaxing. kept him preoccupied —— kept things from getting too stale.

... at least until      THE  SKY  OPENED  UP  WITH  AN  UNEXPECTED  DOWNPOUR      and ethan promptly remembered why traveling exclusively on foot kind of sucked.

thankfully, one small mercy presented itself      IN  THE  FORM  OF  A  NEARBY  TREE .      the trainer wasted no time scrambling underneath its protective canopy of leaves. it wasn’t the perfect shield against the elements —— not when the rain was coming down so fiercely      IT  WAS  DIFFICULT  TO  SEE  MORE  THAN  A  FEW  FEET      in front of his face. still, it was better than nothing, and ethan quietly resigned himself to waiting around until the weather decided to clear up.      ( or he grew frustrated enough to do something reckless. ) however, as the raven      SQUINTED  OUT  INTO  THE  GLOOM ,      a familiar splash of vibrant red managed to catch his attention.

silver. well, this was awkward.      ( what were the odds? ) still, ethan was nothing if not      A  SUCKER  FOR  CAUSING  TROUBLE      and perhaps there was one tiny scrap of empathy drifting about in his jaded excuse for a heart.      ( nah. definitely the first one. ) cupping both hands around his mouth, the trainer called out, ❝ OOOIII, SILVER! y’know you’re gonna      LOOK  LIKE  A  DROWNED  RATTATA      soon if you don’t get under cover! ❞ 

it wasn’t exactly an offer, but that suited ethan just fine. either way,      HE  REFUSED  TO  BE  HELD  RESPONSIBLE      if the redhead decided to be stubborn and go wandering off in the rain.

[aelsell]

@elenhest plotted starter ♥

A green shimmer came from a few stones ahead of her, luminescent mushrooms that glowed strangely in the dark, but there was nothing else to see. A dripping sound from somewhere to her right reminded her of water, but there was nothing else to hear. No one came to her, no one heard her screams. But left in almost-silence, almost-darkness, was not what made her mind reel with desperation and fear. This dark was still more comforting than the fiery dragon-storms still haunting her dreams. No, she could feel her thoughts slip away, her mind became more clouded with every heartbeat as humanity became a concept harder to grasp. For there was nothing she could feel, except for that fear and... the cold.  It had evaporated from the stones around her had seeped through dampened clothes and broken skin right into her bones. How long had she been in this place? Where had she been before? Who had she been before there was nothing left but cold, green shimmer, and a terrible dripping sound that made her unsure if the noise truly came from her right or was just echoing around in her very skull? Awakening from a feverish dream, Tilda fought to regain a sense of all that. She fought to remember her home, her family, the stones of Dale that had been warmed from the sun, echoing the laughters of peace and prosperity - so different than those she was surrounded by now. She would have never thought that even the very stones they had used to rebuild her beloved city were something she could come to miss so dearly.  If she closed her eyes shut, both hands above her ears, she could almost make herself forget where she was now. Imagining the cobbled paths underneath her feet she could hear steps coming closer on them, remembering the warm fire of a cold winter night she could see the glow of dancing flames through her closed eyelids, remembering -  A sound startled her and Tilda’s eyes flew open. There was indeed fire - a torch - before her, indeed someone whos steps had echoed off the stones. But what she felt was not the warmth of a comforting fire in winter, but the old dread Smaug’s visage had woken in her. “Who are you?”, she croaked, startled by her own voice. She did not remember how she had ended up in this place, had not seen her captor before, and now her eyes hurt from the blinding light of the torch. “What do you want from me? Where am I?”, desperation was clearly painted on her face, entangled with her voice. But Tilda had lost her strength to fight.