#tob fanfic

[pink-key]

Very happy to read comments and hashtags like these Gives me the dopamine rush

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Blight of the Living Dead Preview:

Something I'm cooking that takes place in a kinda prequel SCOM verse. (I'll explain when I have the first chapter ready.)

Hunter looked around the corner alleyway towards the Statue of the Brother’s Wittebane. The most noticeable monument in Gravesfield, was half covered in toilet paper – as per usual these days, and no thanks to the Noceda sibling’s hobby of vandalizing it frequently. 

“The coast is clear.” He whispered. 

Slowly, slowly, he nodded towards Luz, who nodded towards Vee, who beckoned Gus and Masha. Amity and Willow had already flanked the walls, spell circles up and ready to strike. 

“Just a few more feet,” Hunter told them. He reached into his pocket and fumbled for the keys to Robin’s Roast that he had been entrusted with just the other day. 

Crack. The sound of branches breaking ticked his danger senses. 

“Come along Jacob. I believe I saw the witches go this way.” Chirped a cool British accent. 

“Yes! Right behind you Philip!” Jacob Hopkins trailed alongside the tall lithe figure dressed in a waistcoat.

And behind them dozens of heavy bodies groaned. They dragged their feet and their limbs lifted rakes and flashlights into the air. 

“Wiiiiiiiiiiitchessssssssssss.” They moaned. 

“SHIT!” Luz hissed.

“Fall back!” Hunter called behind him. His scroll buzzed. “Not now, not now!” he begged. 

JUST_JOSHIN: Dude! Where are you? 

Em-ira : We can’t hold them off much longer!

MAJIK - Ed: TELL MY STORY!

Alabomdor_1:  Sorry about this. 

LULU4HISTORY: REMOVE THE HEAD OR DESTROY THE BRAIN! 

“How many are there?” Masha rasped. 

Hunter shared a look with his sisters. 

“Lots.” They said.

[violadiaries]

Fluffcember Day 4: Christmas Sweater

@fluff-cember

Fandom: Tales of Berseria/ Tales of Zestiria

Pairing: Van Aifread x Zaveid x Eizen

Additional Warnings: Modern AU; Silva as Zaveid's son; Dezel as Zaveid's younger brotherAlso, Dezel is not blind, his eyesight is just really, really bad. Like really bad paired with high light sensitivity...he's trying to help that with glasses though...; light smut(?)

Cross Posted on AO3 (chapter 5)

"No! Take this off! Zaveid! Uncle Aifread! Tell my brother to take this hideous thing off!!!"

Zaveid flinched, staring at the text he was reviewing at the moment. Aifread having leaned against him, holding a cup of coffee in his hands, seeming equally as confused, as he looked up from his phone. Across the room, sitting at their dinner table, Silva and Dezel looked up from Silva's homework, as Edna's voice rang through the entire house. Definitely very upset about something her brother had done again. Or rather was wearing. Which made the situation for Zaveid even more confusing because Eizen had a rather nice style. At least in his opinion, though he might be a bit biased in that regard. Aifread and Zaveid looked at each other, with Aifread shrugging his shoulders and going back to playing with his phone when nothing else came of it.

Not even that long afterwards, Edna stormed into the room, closely followed by Eizen. Silva had gone back to doing his homework, while Dezel helped him with that. Only Zaveid was still waiting for something to come of Edna's exclamation. And he did see it very clearly. Eizen wearing the most hideous sweater Zaveid had ever laid his eyes on. A fuzzy, forest green thing, with a brightly sparkling, too big motive on it.

Zaveid blinked at the siblings, before placing the sheet of paper down and raising his hands to rub his eyes. In no way convinced that Eizen would actually go through with wearing something like that. Zaveid would just really, really love to know where he had gotten that thing from. Because he knew he hadn't been around when Eizen had bought it.

"Please tell me this is a joke," Zaveid said.

Aifread looked up again at the same time, while Edna fled to Zaveid's side, glaring at Eizen. Soon enough was the room flooded by Aifread's booming laughter at what he was seeing. Hopefully at what he was seeing.

The situation was only made somewhat worse by the fact that Eizen seemed to be completely serious in wearing that thing. And that when he was supposed to drive Edna, Dezel and Silva to meet with the rest of their friend group. For a big Christmas sleepover.

"Zaveid, please drive you us to Alisha's place. If Rose sees him with that…that…thing on, she'll never let me live it down," Edna whined.

Just as Aifread started to calm down from his fun, Dezel looked up and started laughing as well. Zaveid still tried to make sense of what he was seeing. He knew he had some shirts lying around that weren't objectively speaking the nicest. Some shirts he had bought purely for the fun of it.

But Eizen wasn't like that. Even Aifread would once in a while buy something with such a hideous pattern that Zaveid contemplated throwing it out before he could wear it. But not Eizen. It was a pure rarity to find anything with a motive amongst his clothes.

"I have no idea what you two are complaining about," Eizen said.

Zaveid looked up at Edna, who in turn groaned and threw her hands over her head. Aifread just shook his head and put his coffee aside. He turned his full attention on Eizen now, definitely having decided to have his fun with this situation.

"Aw, come on, I think he looks quiet dashing, doesn't he, Zavi-babe?" Aifread asked.

Eizen glared at Aifread for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. Turning around to approach Silva and Dezel. Dezel grinning at him, while Silva had a hard time not to laugh. Definitely thinking the same as everyone else, except Eizen, about the sweater he was sporting. Silva turned back to his homework rather quickly, as Zaveid got up from the couch and stretched his arms over his head.

He definitely couldn't let Eizen do that to Edna. Not when Zaveid knew Rose definitely wouldn't let her forget about that atrocity Eizen was wearing. And that would only put Edna into a perpetually bad mood, for as long as Rose thought it was necessary to keep it up. Which could be a long time, If she felt like it. Zaveid didn't know wether or not Edna was still teasing Rose with something.

"Yeah, not really. Alright, I'm driving you kids," Zaveid said.

Edna's expression changed immediately, from the frowning glare she had looked at Eizen with, to a beaming smile she gifted Zaveid. Zaveid chuckled in turn and lightly patted her head. Just restraining himself enough to not ruffle her hair, and ruin her hairstyle she surely had spend quiet some time at.

Zaveid walked over to Eizen, pressing a kiss against his cheek, a shiver running down his spine, as his hand accidentally brushed against the rough fabric of the sweater. Not the good kind of shiver. He hated that fabric already. Yeah, he'd definitely make Aifread burn that thing, the moment it made it's way into the laundry bin.

Eizen pulled his mouth down into a pout, before he sighed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Still not seeing what was wrong with the sweater he was wearing. Or maybe he was, and was putting on a show, to annoy or amuse all of them.

"I love you, Eizen, but please by the time I'm back, get changed, alright?" Zaveid said.

He supposed that was enough of a cue, for both Dezel and Silva to wrap it up as well. From the looks of it, did Silva seem pretty done with his homework too. Thankfully, or else Zaveid would have been rather uncomfortable letting him go. He didn't need to hear another rant about Silva being too slow to keep up with the homework, when Zaveid knew full well he just needed to take his time once in a while. His kid was a smart one after all, of that he was sure.

Eizen rolled his eyes and looked away, grumbling something beneath his breath. He turned around and assumed Zaveid's place on the couch, to which Aifread just scooted away slightly, fully immersed in his mobile game again. Zaveid clapped his hands and nodded, walking into the hallway to put on his shoes.

"Is it that bad?" he heard Eizen's voice.

Zaveid let out a sigh, as Edna just screamed 'Yes', to which Dezel and Aifread burst out into laughter again. Zaveid chuckled as well, as did Silva, when he joined Zaveid in the hallway.

"Whoever gave it to you hates you, Eizen," Zaveid said.

He raised his voice loud enough so Eizen would be able to hear it hopefully. He still wondered a little bit when exactly Eizen had bought that thing, and why none of them had been around to prevent him from that. Zaveid knew he would have for sure. And for as much as Aifread liked to tease Eizen, he definitely wouldn't have let him walk out of a store with that as well. Neither would have any of their kids. Well, Silva maybe, though only because he would have been to polite to actually say something.

Zaveid flinched when Eizen came up behind him, wrapping his arms around him. He was glad, that he had just finished putting on his jacket, and thus couldn't really feel the scratchy fabric anymore.

"Alright, I change. But only because it's you," he whispered.

That send another shiver down Zaveid's spine, though this time definitely the good kind of shiver. Maybe he would make something nice for dessert and pick up Eizen's favourite whisky on his way home after dropping the kids off. Just so placate his wounded heart, after all, all of them had bullied him out of his brand new sweater.

Zaveid turned his head to give Eizen a peck on his lips, softly smiling at him. Yeah, he'd definitely do that. And then he would get it out of Eizen why he had thought it was a good idea to buy that thing.

"Good, I'll just drop the kids off and then I'm right back with you two, alright?" he said.

Eizen nodded and let him go. There was something of a mischievous glint in his eyes, which confused Zaveid quiet a bit. He couldn't really place it at all. Had Eizen planned this, so he wouldn't need to drive the kids around? Even when he normally would do it gladly, just to know Edna got to her destination save and sound?

Zaveid shrugged his shoulders and got the car out of the garage. Aifread's car that was. Zaveid wouldn't touch Eizen's old rust bucket if his life depended on it. And he liked Aifread's car more. While it was old, Aifread always made sure to keep it in perfect shape. Unlike Eizen…

As he waited in the car for the kids to come out, he already thought about what he would make for dinner. With the kids out he had much more liberties. And also could spend the evening on the couch, with Eizen and Aifread. Cuddling with them, while watching shitty romcoms and laughing about how bad they were. Especially the Christmas ones that were on everywhere right now. For dinner he had already planned to make pizza, the dough was already rising in a warm place after all. Zaveid could make something with the puff pastry he had frozen for dessert. Whipping up a cream, or he could make some cream puffs and fill them with some liqueur cream. He could prep the dough while the pizza was in the oven, and then they could bake while they ate.

And afterwards he'd finish them off, and they could enjoy those as nice snacks over the evening. Zaveid nodded, thinking about the plans while the kids talked about the movies they would watch in the back seat. A nice evening with just the three of them was something Zaveid looked forward to more than he'd like to admit. He loved his boys, just like he loved Edna, but sometimes he just wanted some alone time with Eizen and Aifread. And tonight was such a night.

Where he would cuddle with them, and just spend time with them, being content. Being happy, that his life had taken a turn for the better, after some rough years. That he had been able to fall in love with not one but two wonderful man, and was able to enjoy them loving him in turn. The more Zaveid fantasised, the more the warm feeling within him spread and he couldn't wait to drop the kids off. They would be in good hands with Alisha and her parents.

On the way home Zaveid stopped by the store to pick up the rest he needed for his plans and rushed home, barely within the speed limits. He really just wanted to be done with it. And really, really hoped Eizen had actually changed into something more acceptable. If not, Zaveid would pout at him until he did. That usually helped. Because he refused to cuddle with Eizen, when he was wearing that thing, and now, after having thought about it the entire drive, he really wanted to cuddle with his lovers!

Though the moment Zaveid entered the house again, bag in hand, closing the door behind him with his foot, something seemed…off. The lights were off, except for the Christmas lights they had put up, and some softer light coming from upstairs.

"I'm back!" Zaveid called.

He craned his neck to see if Aifread and Eizen were still in the living room, only to see nothing. Shrugging his shoulders he walked to the kitchen, a slightly weird feeling in his stomach. As he turned, he did hear hushed voices from the living room. So they were there.

Zaveid sighed and shook his head, smiling to himself. He'd let them surprise him then, he supposed. He had made some plans on the fly as well after all.

"I changed…"

Zaveid chuckled as he put the snacks away and placed the whiskey, as well as the rum he had decided to get on a whim on the counter. Eizen's voice had dropped into that low kind of tone again, that cause Zaveid to heat up all over. For now he only hummed to acknowledge him, pretending to be busy.

Zaveid turned around, curious about what Eizen had changed into, only to stop immediately upon seeing him. Smirk on his face as he still was wearing that horrible sweater. Only that horrible sweater. Zaveid's eyes widened at the sight, blood rushing to his face as well as his nether regions immediately. Aifread came into sight only a little bit later, similar smirk on his face, matching sweater on. Once again, only the sweater.

That was when Zaveid realized that this really had been a plan all along. To get Zaveid to drive the kids to Alisha's place. So Aifread and Eizen could prepare that. And that they had planned that together. Because this was the first evening in weeks they had to themselves.

"So? I still think we look quiet…nice, don't we, Zavi?" Aifread asked.

He had placed an arm around Eizen's shoulder, effectively hanging off of him, while grinning at Zaveid. Who was just standing in front of the kitchen counter, words stuck in his throat, as his pants got tighter by the second. Here he had planned for a nice, cosy, warm evening. Well, Zaveid was sure he'd get quiet hot as the evening progressed.

Eizen was the first one to approach him, and Zaveid finally tore his gaze away from everything that was not the sweater. Looking away, his face unbearably hot.

"So, I suppose you won't help up get rid of those…hideous sweaters?" he asked.

His breath hot against Zaveid's ear, as Aifread chuckled at the visible shiver running through Zaveid's body. A low chuckle, doing things to Zaveid. And both of them knew exactly what they were doing.

"Oh, please, I'm sure he'll lend a…helping hand," Aifread said.

Zaveid turned his head to look at him. Bad mistake he realized. Though he hadn't stood a fighting chance from the beginning anyway. And even less as he saw Aifread having wrapped one hand around his half hard cock already.

Zaveid let himself get pulled out of the kitchen, up to their bedroom. He supposed he could go along with their whims, as long as he got his cuddles afterwards. And Zaveid knew he would.

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reference for the sweaters: s-l1600.webp (1200×1600)

[n3kk1tty]

Beasts of Santa Carla

This story includes a lot of original characters. Photos of characters and favorite scenes will be drawn. You can find their photos on the masters list along with the prologue and past chapters.

( Master List )

Original Characters: Veve, Volk

(Beasts of Santa Carla is a AU of the Lost Boys. It involves adult themes, poly relationships, and is definitely not made for the underaged. If you don't like poly content, queer representation, shipping of the boys together or heavy sexual themes and violence. This story is not meant for you and that's okay. This story is made solely for my own enjoyment and anyone else who's along for the ride. )

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 6

David took a long drag from his cigarette as he stared at Micheal in the movie store. While the chaotic three were on their date the bottle blonde figured he'd spend some quality time trying to break through to Micheal. David was charismatic and charming but no matter how much he was trying he just wasn't breaking through to Micheal as the brunette shoved his hand off once more. “ Knock it off David. Isn't me being in this store with you enough. “ Micheal batted away the hand that ghosted along his back.

The smile dropped from David's mouth for a second as he positioned himself closer. “ What's got you so upset, Micheal. Not liking our new addition? “ The man rolled his eyes as he looked over vhs tapes in annoyance. “ You know your problem David. You don't ask before you do things. Seems to be your favorite thing to do, deciding what everyone else should do. “ David's tongue clicks in annoyance at the comment, a low hiss under his breath. “ And What would you like, pretty boy. Hmm? I'm waiting, if you're gonna tip toe around it just spit it out. “ Micheal tugged at the blondes collar pulling him close as he glared down, hunger, desire, and anger flashing in his eyes as they glimmered behind his shades.

“ You know damn well I don't wanna kill to live. You know you didn't warn me what would happen when I drank that bottle. Now you come marching in demanding we go on dates with this new girl all just because you to made a fucking bet like my heart and feelings don't mean shit in the matter. “ Micheal hissed when David's gloved hands traced his arm gently. “ I can't say I regret you drinking that blood. I can't. I don't wanna spend my life watching time take you away from me and the boys. But I'm trying to accommodate your wants in the situation. That girl can make it to where you never have to drink a drop of human blood in your life and you still get to walk in the sun like you want. I saw the way you looked at her and I know the way you were thinking about her scent. I can't turn back time but I wouldn't want to anyway. I'm content with my choices so far, are you?.“

Micheal turned away from David hiding his eyes from the man as he attempted to not think of your face smiling at him. The way your scent lit something inside of him and your voice traced along in his heart. You were as intoxicating as the rest of them were but Micheal was pissed you were only in his life because you were playing a game with David. You and David didn't care about how he felt and he hated it because his heart craved you both but you were hurting him. “ Micheal, you're only hurting yourself and everyone else by pushing us away. You and Star. The pack can protect you. You two belong to the coven and we are where you belong. You are one of us. At least try getting to know her. If you hate her and me that's fine we have forever to talk in circles about it but your sickness will only get worse . “

Micheal shoved David off of him as he hugged his leather coat to his body, eyes flaring with rage. “ Piss off David. Haven't you done enough damage already. It's up to me how to deal with what you've done to me and how you continue to treat me. I'm gonna go get a burger don't fucking follow me. “ The boy stormed off as David stood there in Maxes' store holding his hand to where Michael shoved him off. This is how it had been after David tricked Micheal into drinking the bottle. Before they were spending time together, racing, making out under the boardwalk. Now all they and everyone did was fight and David had no one to blame but himself. He was only supposed to get Micheal into the coven but instead along the way his heart got him in trouble and he did something impulsive ruining it all.

The blonde huffed, grabbing his movies as he went to the counter. Max stared back at the boy as he refused to make eye contact. “ Another member David? While trouble is brewing in your coven. Can't say I approve, my boy. “ The blonde grated his teeth leaning his body weight against the counter. “ Do you really have to scold me after you just watched me get into a fight. “ The older man hummed in response. “ Only when you deserve it. I did tell you to take things slow a couple of times over the years. Courting takes time and patience which you've never much had David. “ The blondes hand tightened as claws digged into his palm. “ Your the one who told me to turn him and the kid. “

“ Yes I believe I did but I don't think I remember telling you to rush into it or fall in love again. Twice. “ Max grabbed a bag putting the movies in as he checked them out not bothering to charge his vampiric offspring. “ How did you know I fell in love twice. I'm not in love twice. Me and her are just in a binding vow right now till I get what I want…“ The man raised an eyebrow smiling at him. “ David. We've known eachother for a long time. I've seen you grow and become your own man through the ages. I was there when you fell in love with Dwayne. I was there when you fell in love with Marko and was trying to explain it to Dwayne. I was there when you three wanted to add Paul and you fell in love with him. I even allowed you to turn Laddie and Star because you took pity on their stories and wanted to provide them a better go at life than dying out on the streets from hunger or Star's illness. My boy, I know you better than any of your partners. “

David looked down his cheeks glowing as it felt like his dad was scolding him and giving him a cheesy life lesson. “ I'm just saying that your heart is big David and that's not a bad thing but with one partner; you're bound to get into lovers' quarrels all the time. You have multiple though which means you can have a worse problem brewing then just lovers' spats and right now your biggest problem is the pair refusing to turn completely. Just make sure you're slowing down to a pace that you can keep everything under control on your own. “ The blonde rolled his eyes but knew the older vampire was right as always. He may have been a vampire with all of time at his fingertips but he was going to fast to keep up with everything hitting him at once and he knew it.

“ Yeah well once I get that girl to be ours they will have free meals at the ready all the time and they can get over this being mad thing and we can go back to a sense of calm. “ The older man shook his head at this. “ A demon girl is more of a threat to you than the others. I can't say I approve of your plan or your want to court her. But I know I can't stop you if I do, you'll just go behind my back anyway. Just make sure your plans or problems don't get in the way of my goal. Remember I am your sire and I will not tolerate my courtship going wrong because you can't be responsible.” David gritted his teeth yanking the bag of tapes away before storming off. “ Understood. “ Sometimes it felt like since the Emerson's hit town Max was to busy with his love life then the vampires he sired.

David used to respect him for advice and all the things he knew but after what he discovered recently his sire suddenly wasn't as great as he thought he was. Why didn't Max tell them about Day walkers? Why hadn't he even bothered to bring up vampires had a whole society and culture. They had been alive this long thinking they knew everything and now David couldn't even walk around Santa Carla without knowing that all the underworlders just thought the vampires were a joke. Feral Vampires who didn't even know the basics of their own society or participate in Santa Carla's underworld, that's what everyone thought.

It pissed David off but he knew if he brought it up to Max making accusations then it wouldn't go over smoothly. He remembers years back when they got kicked from Chateau Vermillion and Max nearly hung Paul out in the sunlight for his behavior. The boys were told by Max to strictly stick to their turf and not cause problems. Don't start anything with the other underworlders, stay away from underworld businesses if you can't behave, and the biggest rule was to not leave Santa Carla without Max or his permission. David wasn't gonna snitch on the fact Paul and Marko broke two of those rules when they went on their date. David thought they were gonna stay in town not leave where they did. If Max did pay attention and find out the blonde was already prepared to throw (Y/n) under the bus as she did somewhat kidnap them before he could stop her.

David sat on his motorcycle taking puffs of his cigarette in annoyance. That woman was stirring up his heart and his life. She was opening his eyes to a whole world of possibilities but he was worried she was gonna lead him into trouble. He couldn't stay away from her even when she tried pushing him away. Her scent was heavenly, her blood made him feel stronger and more energized and it was addictive, her face and smile danced in his memories even when he wasn't trying to think of her. Dwayne strolled next to the blonde Laddie in tow as he left Star and Micheal to have alone time quietly nodding to the two in a silent but respectful gesture.

“ What's got you upset David? Did Max say something that made you upset. “ The blonde blinked a bit in shock before shaking his head. “ How did you know that? Were you snooping? “ Dwayne laughed in response. “ My darkest love. We have been dating for decades now. I know the specific faces you make and what they mean. “ David's pale face flushed slightly as he chuckled. “ I guess you can really see through me. He just told me not to fuck up his plans and to slow down. Guess I didn't realize how much the comment pissed me off. “ The tan vampire patted his lover's back affectionately trying to soothe his troubles.

“ Sometimes you need to slow down and enjoy the moment. Not everything has to be solved today, some things can wait for tomorrow.” The two vampires looked over at the moon hanging high above the ocean reflecting its beams off the waves. “ I know you're stressed. You thought that their turning would go as smoothly as Paul's did. Not everyone's as relaxed as him, my love. Micheal has a lot more to lose then me and you ever did when we only had each other.” David looks back at Dwayne blue eyes searching through brown ones to find an easy answer to all his problems. “ You need to meet Star and Micheal halfway or sometimes you may have to give them a little more. That hybrid girl is a solution to their problems but you can't force them to choose. You just have to slow down and breathe. “

David relaxed back into Dwayne's soothing back rubs as he took one last puff from his cigarette looking down at Laddie who stared back at him from his spot doodling in the sand. “ Maybe you're right. Hey little man, what have you been learning all day? Wanna show me any of those cool fighting moves you know. Why don't we head down to the beach and you can show your big brother David what you got. “ The little boy's smile grew wide as he raced Dwayne and David down to the beach area excited to play fight with David as the blonde usually wasn't in the mood for it. The three played on the beach together before eventually Star and Micheal showed up at the bikes. The pair arrived just in time to see David getting knocked to the ground by a little vampire as the kid excitedly told David how he's been practicing his takedowns and that when he gets good enough the fight club will allow him to start taking on opponents.

David sat on the sand, his coat in Dwayne's hands as he ruffled the boy's hair. “ Opponents? Who are you gonna be fighting short stack? Your fellow elementary kids.” Laddie pouted as he swatted at the blonde's hands. “ No! Big sis (Y/n) and her friend Volk said they would find me a hog to fight and if I beat it they will cook me a BBQ. “ David and Dwayne looked in confusion at each other at this mention of this Volk fellow. “ Who's Volk, Laddie?” Dwayne questions raising an eyebrow. The little boy pauses before flashing a smile. “ He's big sisters friend. Sometimes he hangs out with us when you are all asleep and he fights with her. He’s a really cool werewolf dude. Today when we were shopping, Volk ate lunch with us and he gave me this hat.”

David's face furrowed as he didn't like the sound of (Y/n) being so buddy buddy with another man that wasn't in the pack. “ This Volk guy. How close is he to (Y/n) does he like her?” Laddie gets up off the blonde dusting himself before thinking for a moment. “ Nah I don't think they like each other like you and Dwayne do. Volk calls big sis a pain in his ass and they play fight alot. But he's cool, he even gives us rides in his truck and he let's me beat him up. “David huffed as he got up, a sense of annoyance washed over him again. He knew he felt jealous at others getting to see sides of (Y/n) that she never showed him before. He walked to his bike with the kid in tow. Maybe the three would get back with time for him to interrogate her about her little friend and this fight club mystery.

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Paul was currently having the worst time of his life trying to coral two drunkards in a bathroom to get them cleaned up. When the group had gotten home from the bar Marko had thrown up all over not only himself but you and Paul as well. Paul was just happy it didn't get on your fancy neck collar as he didn't want to mess with it even in the slightest but getting you naked to shower wasn't the hard part. The hard part was keeping you and Marko in the shower, which is impossible when one is a flirty drunk and the other is a happy one. After getting everyone's clothes off and a decent pair to change into afterwards Paul had come in to you two on the floor of the bath, water and soap everywhere and two naked drunks clinging to each other like their lives depended on it. While sloppy kisses and giggles were exchanged with pleads for Paul to love them.

The tall vampire already felt bad about having to undress you when you were to drunk to consent but now he felt worse as he had to keep himself from falling to the temptations of your pheromones and pleads as you continuously seduced a belligerent Marko who was happy to indulge in your needs. The two people he was attracted to naked and bare sobbing wet with soap and water begging for him to just touch them. Paul felt like a goddamn Buddhist monk fighting the temptations of flesh and sin. He wasn't going to give in though that just wasn't his style but also he felt a sense of duty to protect you after what he had learned earlier in the night about your past. 

It wasn't a secret though either that succubi were often taken advantage of when they were vulnerable but Paul didn't want to be that kind of person and plus he knew how much it would hurt you if he had given in. “ Come on sweet hearts you two are gonna bust your ass if you keep trying to have sex like this. “ Towels and clothes in hand he pried you two apart drying and dressing you the best he could as he pushed you off of him taking care of Marko first. “ Please Pauly just a little bit won't hurt. “ You pressed your body into his bare back as you nipped at his shoulder purring into his ear giggling and hiccuping away absant mindedly. “ (Y/n) baby. You're too drunk to give me the go ahead. I'm not gonna hurt you like that. “ Paul mumbled to you as he placed a kiss to the side of your head, somewhat satisfying your urges while also respecting your space. 

You whined a bit in response but snuggled close to his scent, still too drunk to stand or run away as Paul gently dressed you in one of his big band shirts and attempted to get a pair of clean boxers on you but that was a miserable attempt. As soon as he plopped you and Marko down in a makeshift nest we're the boys sleep, so you wouldn't accidently flash Laddie with your aggressive passes at Marko, the curly haired vampire had already wiggled them off of you as you two went at it again. It wasn't like you were doing it very well either or really cognitive of what was going on, you too were mostly just aggressively cuddling and making out with a mix of humping and grinding. “ Succubi pheromones are a hell of a drug. Jesus baby girl you're gonna get everyone horny at this rate. “

You giggled up to Paul as Marko hid under your shirt nipping and kissing at you. “ Mmmm your cute Pauly. “ The man smiled as he let you place your face in his palm, butterflying kisses on his wrist. You were such a playful horny drunk it was so cute to him but he was being truthful about your pheromones being a problem. He currently had sacrificed a bud of his weed and a rag to place to his nose to keep him from losing control. He could feel himself getting riled up but he restrained himself as he opted for just patting your back and occasionally kissing you and Marko so you wouldn't whine so much. Paul was worried when the rest came back he may have to fight to keep them out. He knew if Dwayne lost control it would be over and he was mostly worried about your neck being accidentally bit, he knew that if that collar came off all hell would break loose and he didn't know who to call for help.

Paul wanted you to be safe and he wanted to get you home but he couldn't leave you to head to the boardwalk to at least try calling your number and seeing if any of the other girls would pick up. “ You two are the goofiest drunks in the whole world. All this for a guitar for me. I'm the luckiest vampire alive. “ Paul mumbled as he held the guitar in his arms, strumming it some as it made the most amazing sounds. He played a little gentler toon on its cords and as he did stars and gold sparkles swirled around it. “ Woah magic guitar. “ Marko said reaching up and attempting to grab at the star dust. “ Ooh Stars. So pretty. “ You say dazed eyes sparkling as your tail flicks at the mirage.

Paul smiles as his music catches the drunk's attention as they settle their horny advancements instead opting to cuddle to Paul's side staring as he plays magical notes. “ Maybe my fancy new magical guitar can help me get my loves to sleep for the night. Huh. I wonder if a lullaby would do that.” Paul trys his best to play a low and slow song on the demonic strings. Gold stars flying around as the sound luls Marko and (Y/n) to sleep, snuggled into Paul's sides as he works his magic on the guitar they fought so hard to win him. Maybe his two dates getting black out drunk to win it was worth it. I guess a genuine demonic guitar hand crafted by Lucifer himself really was magical.

“ Paul, are you and Marko back. Where's (Y/n) I can smell her all over the cave?” The blonde stops his playing as you and Marko tiredly whine as Paul pulls himself from the spot between you both. David and the rest were back for the night and you and Marko were almost asleep. Paul quickly rushed out from the small opening leading to the bedroom trying to block the others from going in as your pheromones were still heavily lingering in the small space leaking out. “ What are you doing? Where are they. “ Says Dwayne as he's already standing at the opening hunting down your scent as lust glazes his eyes. Paul puts himself between the entrance and the group. “ Marko and (Y/n) are piss drunk. They are cuddling together about to sleep there buzz off. “

David tries to push past but Paul vamps out letting out a low threatening growl as he puts a hand on the platinum blonde's chest. This shocks David as Paul was never the type to buck up to him or cause conflict at all. “ What are you doing Paul. I'm your leader, why are you stopping us from seeing them.” David's eyes glow as a threatening rumble comes from his chest but Paul still stands firm. “ Because I know you're not going in there to control yourself David. It's for (Y/n) safety. She's put her faith in me to take her on a date and enough faith to take care of her while she's vulnerable. “ Dwayne shakes his head covering his nose as the words bring him back to his senses a bit.

“ David. You're not thinking straight. “ Dwayne says going to cover his lover's nose as well but is met with a growl. Lust is flooding David's brains and taking him over like a beastly nature, making all his reason and logic go out the window. It was hard for the pack to contain themselves on the regular around (Y/n) but now that her pheromones are so thick and on full display leaking from the small room, one step in there and it would be over. The only reason Marko hadn't bitten her neck yet was he was too drunk and you're story early subconsciously stopped him from wanting to harm you like that, meanwhile poor Paul had been keeping a thing of weed flooding his senses before he got fully hit with it. He knew David and Dwayne had enough strength to easily get her neck protector off if they wanted to and Paul could tell the chaos that would ensue especially with your troubled past, he was terrified all the progress they had made would be burned down in one frenzied decision and you'd never smile at him again.

The pheromones had just begun to dissipate from the room but if you had waken up again you may start uncontrollably flooding the room once more. Dwayne holds David back as he buries his face in his elbow trying not to get out of control again but before he can stop it Micheal is dashing towards the entrance in a frenzy. Star is standing at the entrance of the cave screaming towards them in a panic as the man scrambles to get to you like a beast in heat. Paul in a split second throws Michael across the room fully vamped out as everyone freezes in shock. It was serious business when the laid back easy going person of the group lost their shit and Paul was standing on business. “ WE WILL NOT ACT LIKE MONSTERS AND HURT WHO WE WANT TO LOVE. “ Paul screamed echoing through the cave, his voice loud, firm, and strict.

The vampires stopped covering their noises from your scent as this display of rage had shocked them all back to sanity. Paul never acted like this to them never. He only ever got mad when strangers tried hurting the coven members but that rarely happened so rare that Star, Micheal, and Laddie had never seen him like this. “ (Y/n) Has gone through something none of us will ever understand and the fact she's even giving us a chance to try and love her is a big step in her journey. I'm not loosing her because you guys can't control yourselves when she's vulnerable and needs us most, now get the fuck out or stay the fuck away. Or I'll make you. “ Paul stops catching his breath as no one cares to speak, his eyes glowing as light hits his claws. Star quietly collects Micheal as they go to the entrance of the cave to watch the waves, she knew Paul was right, if even David was having a hard time controlling himself then there was no hope for the fledgling pair.

Star somewhat respected Paul for his courage to stand his ground for you in your time of need. She always knew he was the kindest and had a heart of gold even if the vampirism and eating people made it seem like it wasn't there. David on the other hand stood frozen in his place as he sat in his wheelchair in a huff. Dwayne followed behind him to sit at the fountain. “ Spill it Paul. You wouldn't lash out like that unless you were standing for your morals. She told you something. Something serious. “ David held his hands to his face, digging his claws in slightly as a silence filled the room. “ We can read your mind Paul, we can see you playing a memory in your head and our girl doesn't look too happy. “ Dwayne sat glaring at the floor as he held a rag to his face, not daring to turn away.

“ Did you know she has spent nearly 100 plus years just running away. Someone has been chasing her relentlessly since he tried forcibly marking her years ago. Just like you originally planned to do, David. What I was gonna do.” Paul's claws dig into his fists as he can't look at the pair or himself. The original plan was to kidnap her and mark her just because she smelled so addictive. Paul felt like a monster the minute he learned of what happened to her though as the guilt ate at him nonstop through the night. The thought that he and his loved ones were going to do the same selfish thing, what happened to his morals and humanity he thought. “ We can't do that to her. We do that and we will break her to nothing and we will never get her back. I don't know about you but I can't stand the thought of her never smiling again.”

Paul goes to turn away, disgusted with himself at how far he's let his morals go before David speaks up. “ Did she take his eye out.” Paul stops frozen. “ How-.” Davids voice is loud and threatening as he repeats back louder body shaking as his claws dig into his face. “ DID SHE TAKE HIS EYE OUT. “ Paul jumps back scared as his tone quiets down. “ She did. She said it was the only reason she escaped that night. “ David throws his wheelchair at the wall at this point Dwayne jumps up to stop him but freezes as he looks at David's eyes. They were filled with pain as a tear ran down his eye and he looked away growling. “ We're not doing that plan. Not anymore. Not ever. This mark on my wrist is proof I’d never lay a hand on her like that. I made a deal for her heart and I plan to win fair and square. “

David knew now that night in House Vermillion when you were in that frenzied state from his mind control that you were reliving the night you were attacked. He had brought that back to your brain by force and that was the screaming he had heard, 100 years of pain and torment and he almost planned to do the same exact thing your attacker did. It made him sick to his stomach and pissed as all could be. Dwayne grabbed Paul's shoulder pulling him in for a hug. “ We're going to keep her safe. All of us. “ Paul leaned into his lovers scent enjoying the comfort. “ Did you give them medicine and water.” David says as he turns towards the door. “ No, I couldn't keep them both occupied by myself. “ At this David leaves the cave to his bike pushing past Star and Micheal who are eavesdropping as he mumbles he needs to blow off steam.

Dwayne pulls Paul with him to go help with getting the drunks back to bed as the commotion startled them awake. When they get into the part of the cave they find the makeshift nest Paul made in a hurry and a scared Laddie who's being sung to by a drunk ( Y/n). “ Paul help me make this bigger and better. We can all sleep around her tonight to keep her safe. “ Paul freezes before looking at his lover in confused shock. “ What about her pheromones? “ Dwayne tosses a tub of Vicks at him as he has some already under his nose. “ Wore this in the brothel so I wouldn't go nuts. Works like a charm. “ Paul runs some under his nose. It was strong and uncomfortable but Dwayne was right. It was working like a charm. Though it's hard to smell pheromones and be horny when your sinuses are being assaulted.

“How did you find this out. “ Dwayne turned Marko over slabbing some under the blonde's nose receiving a hiss from him before he scooted over as (Y/n) plopped her body on top of him giggling. Laddie curled next to them trying to get away before Dwayne caught him slathering vics under his nose as well. “ The brothel guys showed me before putting some on my nose when we wore the bite mask on. The incubus were actually really nice to explain. “ You perk up at the mention tail flicking absently chatting to the void. “ I like the people at the Chateau so nice. Veve is gonna be mad I slept in someone else's bed. Mmm she only lets Volk be my other bed buddy. I miss Volk. Where is he?” Dwayne freezes and Paul's mood sours before the pair are selfishly dragging your drunk form between them to cuddle you. “ How could you be thinking about that wolf when I'm right here gorgeous hmm.”

Paul hums, placing a kiss to your cheek as he pouts, Dwayne caresses your hand as he looks into your eyes. “ We will sleep next to you tonight princess. Please don't hurt us by talking about other men. “ You stare back dazed, barely able to form a clear thought through the alcohol as your eyes flutter open and closed. You can't stay awake any longer as you lean into their bodies smiling and mumbling more nonsense. You drifted quickly to sleep as the pair cradled you and Marko soon David even found his way into the cozy nest with the medicine and water he bought. He somewhat bumped Dwayne and Laddie out of the spot to take over cuddling you which his lover didn't mind but David was surprised how quickly you latched onto him mumbling in your sleep as you dreamed.

When David was sure everyone was asleep he held you close whispering apologizes to you about how he'd do better in the future. He swore he'd do this courting thing right for your sake and everyones. David also made a promise that when the day came and your abuser returned that he and the boys would make him feel all the pain you had to endure by yourself. He wished to share his story with you and learn about yours as well, even though it felt like his heart already knew you he wanted to make room in his life just for you. The boys slept with you in the nest that night hoping that when they awoke you would still be there and willing to see them again. Little did they know the nightmare you were enduring alone.

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Blood was everywhere. It's foul stench poaching your nose with the familiar scent of rot and iron. You were running or trying to at least claws grasping for the ground as you tried desperately to get away but finding nothing but blood. The white silk dress draping around your body stained with blood organs floating to the top of the waters as you struggled against the strangling heavy fabric. You knew what was coming you always did but you fought violently against fabric, flesh, and blood in futility. The puddles began to shake violently as skulls began to float to the top, bones and skeletal remains coming into view as you could identify every last one.  James, Patrick, Masia, Maverick, friends, even acquaintances; all innocent people you got killed just by knowing you. You started to cry as you repeated each name of the body you saw as you ran past the corpses away from the beast you could hear crushing them behind you. It was only a matter of time before you saw the six mortal loves you hated to see Every Time in your nightmare. These were the six souls that you felt the most guilty about. 

 Misha, you say running past your Russian lover. The day he found you in the snow bringing your battered form into his cabin gently wrapping layers of blankets on your form. You wished he never brought you home and fell in love with you. You can't even look at his crushed in skull when you run past crying violently at the mere sight. Stella, you say stumbling past her body shaking as her maps of the stars lay around her cold lifeless rotting corpse. You had met her in Greece and loved her dearly till she was ripped from you. She was only human after all is all you could hear from your abuser when the light left her eyes. You knew you had to keep running though even if it hurt to abandon her. Marzio, your poor poor goofy artist. All he wanted to do was paint Italy's sunsets by the waters, you wish he never stopped you that day to ask to paint you. He must have painted and drawn you over a 100 times before that bastard took him away from you. How sick and cruel of him to steal the last portrait your Italian lover ever painted of you. 

You cry and scream out hoping the nightmare will stop and you won't have to keep reliving every lover's death. Why must you be haunted by their corpses in your dreams? You should have stayed away, if they never met you they would have lived such long lives. All they were now we're ghosts of the past and corpses in the ground, the only things they had left in this world to show they even existed were the small scraps you kept safe and hidden. Pierre, you almost scream at the sight of his mangled body, his poems left to soak the blood and viscera around him as his lute was shattered sticking through his body like a pin cushion. No matter how many times you told him to stay away he never did. Pierre would follow you through the small sleepy French town playing his lute for you while reading you the love letters and poems he wrote to praise you. 

You cry and scream hoping you'll wake up. Maybe if you scream hard enough in your dream you'll finally wake up. Maybe Veve will sense your in distress and rescue you or maybe it will be Volk pulling you in close, you always woke him up with your violent sobbing and thrashing. You just wanted to stop running but you couldn't. That never worked even when you told yourself to stop, you knew this was a dream, you knew it wasn't real, but the bodies kept rising from the sea of blood. Oh how the bodies of your mortal lovers felt as fresh as the day you lost them. Dante, you screamed his name as loud as possible as you kept running hoping he'd hear you. He had died in your arms, your big strong bullfighter. He fought till his last breath just to finally tell you he loved you because you wouldn't allow him to when he was alive.

A scrap of his cape was all you had left of him. Just a torn red fabric that signified your fallen lover. You cried screaming as your head turned around your abuser was hot on your tail screaming and telling you to come back. You hated him, you despised him, your childhood friend was dead and gone the minute he assaulted you trying to forcefully mark you that night. He killed so many of your lovers for no reason other than he wanted you selfishly. He even had the balls and guts to take their bodies as trophies to try and make you come to him burning and destroying any piece of their existence to the ground. You tried so often to kill him or yourself to end this torment but having a flesh manipulation ability ment anyway you tried to end yourself wasn't going to happen. It was like every time you had attempted it you felt your lover's wills pushing you to keep living and your body just healed. Like if you ended it there sacrifices meant nothing and neither did their lives.

The final lover. The most recent of deaths. Danny. You cried as you ran your heart in your ears as you felt like you were gonna vomit. Your good old English bastard Danny. He loved you and he didn't care how many times you told him to piss off. He loved you so fiercely from the moment he met you declaring he'd do anything to see your smile as he never gave up trying to court you until the day your abuser came and took him away. You remember so clearly telling him smoking that pipe would cut his life short. You hated yourself now for making that joke as you wished the tobacco was what killed him. You remember him tossing you his lighter telling you to keep his good luck charm safe and he'd find you in the next life when he was stronger. You held the key to the escape in your hand begging Danny to come with you, finally telling him you loved him before he pushed you through the door. “ Remember to tell me that in the next life, love. I'll be seeing you around. “ A sick crunch could be heard as his body exploded on the other side of the door.

You stopped loving after Danny. It took you six tries and many years to learn that lesson. So much time has passed since you had a lover and you were finally trying again. But here you were now running for your life in this nightmare so your lover's sacrifices wouldn't go to waste. You knew how this dream was gonna end though. The same way it did every time with you being captured and swallowed whole by your personal demon. You stopped ready to accept your fate and end the dream before you heard two familiar voices, a glowing light reaching down to your black abyss. “ Mon Amour, such a beautiful face shouldn't fall to such dark shadows.” Pierre grabbed your left arm smiling at you with his blue eyes and long messy blonde hair. “ Don't forget my promise, love. I can't hear you say you love me if you're crying.” Danny grabbed your right arm smiling at you with his stubbled face and golden locks.

Your blood covered dress exploded into a swarm of moths, a dress of white fluff replacing it as you jumped eagerly into two of your lovers arms. When you curled closer into their forms you could feel them and smell them like they were really back. Tears flowed down your eyes as you breathlessly told them repeatedly you loved them, how you loved them all. How every night you spent time remembering them so they could live on. You felt two more hands find their way to you caressing you gently when you looked behind you Dante and Marzio were there comforting you. You couldn't hear their voices but they smiled at you white engulfing all of your bodies as you begged to hear them for them to speak. “ Just speak please Dante, Marzio. I'm begging you just bless me with your voices even if this is a dream or a vision something please I need you. I'm not strong on my own.” Danny kissed your tears away one last time squeezing you close. “ You have to wake up, love. We're waiting for you. “ You begged for him not to go but when you tried shooting awake screaming out to Danny two warm arms held you tight.

You freeze, not daring to open your eyes. You feel a hand caress your head playing with your hair. “ Is she done crying? She was thrashing pretty hard. “ Paul whispers to David worried as you had woken the four boys up with your movement. David continues rubbing your back as he holds your head to his chest. “ She seems to be calming down finally. I just hope she doesn't wake up and get upset. “ David places a kiss on your forehead trying to soothe you. “ Did you see that nightmare David?” You can feel your heart stop in your throat threatening to cry again. They could read your mind meaning they could see your dreams. They saw that whole thing, your past lovers and all, such a vulnerable and personal moment. Your body begins to shake involuntary, you prayed they didn't know you were awake. You didn't even remember falling asleep at the cave but then again you didn't remember anything after the alcohol hit you

“ We will kill that fucker if he shows up. Don't mention the nightmare to her though. It's not our business to ask.” Tears spill from your eyes again as you clutch onto David. You were sure this bastard was fully aware you were awake but here he was allowing to pretend you weren't. His shirt was wet with your tears and you were sure you kept him awake with your night terrors and here he was still holding you close protectively while soothing you. “ I'm just happy she's calming down now. I wish she didn't drink so much to win my guitar. I think I triggered her nightmare. “ You felt bad you wanted to comfort Paul but you were too scared to move. You wanted to check your neck for bite marks and you started hyperventilating. But suddenly you shot out of the bed like the devil was on your heels as a loud bang startled you up.

Everyone can hear Laddie yelling for help as a loud commotion can be heard from the cave entrance. Loud snarling and thunder echoing off the cave walls as a fight was going on. “ WHERE IS SHE! “ David can't grab you fast enough before you're dispersing into moths shooting from the entrance of the sleeping area to the cave launching yourself straight at the enemy. You don't even think before you claw wounds into your arms dispersing your blood everywhere before thousands of sharp bone daggers rapidly launch at the clouded figures in front of you. The smaller attacker launches themselves back while the taller one takes your attacks head on. Daggers pinning them in place like a bug on a board, you wrap your legs around the beast's throat ready to pierce a pick straight through the wolf's skull before you pause momentarily looking at the scar on the werewolf's right eye.

You pull your arm back before punching hardcore into the werewolves snout. “ What the fuck Volk!” The man transforms into his human form rubbing his face as blood spews violently down from his nose before he catches you from falling holding you up with one arm. “ What do you mean what the fuck. Your dumbass didn't come home last night. I woke up to Veve blowing up my house mirror. “ Speaking of your cousin she places Laddie down who she currently subdued with pheromones. “ You idiot! You scared us! I thought something happened again and you ran off or threw yourself in the ocean. Maybe even something worse and more stupid!“ Veve smacks the back of your head while Volk takes your neck covering off. Shocking the vampires surrounding you how you let these two fuss over you or let anyone take your covering off to begin with. The man lifts your hair touching your neck gaining a growl from the vampiric men In Front of him especially Paul who David's having to hold off for dear life. Veve standing holding them in place hissing as lighting zaps around her.

“ Good news, your neck is clear. Bad news you smell like vampire jizz and Vicks vapor rub “ Volk slaps the back of your bare neck before tieing a new choker he brought. You in retaliation smack the shit out of him with your tail. “ Yeah and how do you know what vampire jizz smells like huh furball. Secretly taking trips to the glory hole since you can't look women in the eyes.” The boys are fuming ready to attack but Volk lets a low growl pulling you away before David can grab you. “ Hey fang face back up. Can't you see I'm making sure you and your group didn't hurt our girl here. Fuckers couldn't even bother to bring her home. “ Dwayne grabs Volk by the collar ready to start a brawl before you separate the pair. “ For your information Volk I got drunk last night. They probably spent the time taking care of me. “

Veve chimes in from where she's fussing over a confused Laddie before she covers his ears. “ That would explain the vapor rub and no pants. (Y/n) never can keep her hands to herself when she's drunk. I'm surprised we didn't walk into her orgy deep. “ Volk gags as the two succubus chuckle. “ I don't wanna hear that gross shit. What y'all ladies do to feed is not my business but protecting y'all is. “ Volk shoots a glare at Dwayne who flashes his fangs back. You look at the two before shaking your head standing your ground to your protective friend. “ And they protected me all night. No neck bites. You're freaking out over nothing and appreciate it if you stood down Volk or do I have to drag you out by your snout. “ The man looks at you before growling and standing down, backing away from the vampires.

“ Can you leave our home now before you cause a turf war? Wouldn't look so good for a werewolf to be stirring unnecessary trouble in others business. “ David says smirking as he has his claws out ready to fight while he tries reaching to pull you back to his side but you step away. This causes a look of confusion on him and hurt. The nightmare is still fresh in your mind and the knowledge that not only David but also Paul was inside your dreams watching you live through your hell, it was a little too much to go running into their arms right now. You wanted space and to blow off some steam as your feelings felt confused and jumbled like you really weren't standing there. Your nightmare you've had for many years has changed. It was the first time ever your dead lovers reached out for you.

Something that made you upset and emotions raw as you tried to commune with their spirits so many times. Always being told the same thing by the shops and necromancers as you held the precious items. If you can't reach their spirit that must mean they have already reincarnated. It's anyone's guess what or who they could have become. You scratch at the binding vow on your wrist drawing blood as you turn from the boys walking away as Laddie brings you your stuff. That dream meant something and you were scared of what it would bring or what the future held. Maybe trying this love thing at all again would only bring doom. Volk could sense the tension in the air like rancid fish. He couldn't stand seeing you so moppy and depressed trying desperately to slide your mask back on when he knew it was falling off, he hated when you hid your true self.

The werewolf grabs you tossing you in the air catching you off guard with a yelp before leaping away from a pissed off Markos attack. Volk seamlessly catches you hauling you on his shoulder as he picks Laddie up, slinging him on his back and knocking an angry Paul over. The vampires start attacking in an angered frenzy at him but the werewolf is too quick and nimble even in his human form and carrying a woman and child. Veve has now retreated to the opening of the cave where the sun was so the vampires couldn't attack her by accident as she held your belongings shaking her head as you protested. “ Wow this is really all you guys got. And here I thought you wanted to date my girl here. “ He dodged a punch from Dwayne as he leaped away. “ Stop calling me your girl there going to get the wrong idea about us!” You scream trying to wiggle away from your friend's grip but he just laughs.

“ Give them back now. “ David hissed trying to rip this pompous werewolf a new one but he wasn't able to even grab him. “ Why should I give them back? You know how easy it was for me to get in here and steal them. As far as I'm concerned I'm not giving neither back till you prove to me as men that you can protect them instead of having to have ( Y/n ) guard your asses. “ The werewolf keeps bouncing around the room till he stops in the sunlight effectively stopping the vampires in their tracks. “ You want my blessing to court her and to get the kid back, come to the Santa Carla junkyard. I'll be having my pack guard your stupid cave till you prove you deserve them in your lives. You can't fend off me you have no hope in keeping either safe. “ Dwayne almost jumps into the light before the rest hold him back, Volk teasingly slaps your ass In Front of them to prove a point and pissing them off further.

“ She's my girl till then fang face. Training begins tonight.” Veve and Volk take off with you as the boys can do nothing to stop them. Not only had the werewolf stolen their youngest member and future mate they he had also dared to claim you as his own. To say the jealousy was taking over them was a little of an understatement as it took forever for them to go back to sleep while they waited to go collect you as soon as the sun went down. When Star and Micheal had showed up for the night they were immediately dragged in the direction of the junkyard as there was a score to settle and it was personal.

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“Did you really have to rile them up, Volk? I'm the one who's going to have to deal with their jealousy.” You say mumbling over the pancakes the werewolf was cooking for you as you sat in Paul's shirt and a skirt after your shower. “ They need to improve. Those spoiled vampires won't fight to get better if they aren't actually working towards something. Both me and you as fighters know this.” You look down, fiddling with your plate. “ Maybe I should give up on finding love. I'm just gonna get more people killed.” The werewolf stops in his tracks at the stove. Turning it off before he is turning towards you slamming his hands down on the counter shocking you.

“ And let that oni bastard get what he wants! I won't allow it. I may not like those vampire assholes but if they make you happy then you deserve to be happy with them!.” Volk looks into your eyes, refusing to allow you to look away from him as he points to the other room where Laddie was watching cartoons. “ That kid set off a chain of events that you can't run away from. He has changed you, they have changed you. You are finally changing for the better. Hell the thought you'd actually consider romance again is a huge step for you. I'm not allowing you to run away now! Even if I have to tie your tiny ass to a chair and force you on dates with them!” A small smile creeps to your face as Volk huffs at you in his pink apron.

“ But what if he finds me again. I've tried so many times to kill him, nothing I've done or said has ever stopped him. “ Volk huffs at this comment putting more pancakes and sausage on your plate. “ This time you won't be fighting alone. I'm gonna train all of them up to be as strong if not stronger than that bastard. “ You laugh as Volk puts his hand on his hip walking away to the living room to check on Laddie. “ Even the kid?” You ask as Volk yells back. “ Especially the kid!” You can't see him anymore as your friend is now bothering Laddie piling more food on the kids plate as the two chatter away about the cartoon they are watching. Volk was a kind man even when others couldn't see it. He has his flaws but he made up for it with his loyalty and kindness. You remember when you first introduced Laddie to him and he didn't even hesitate to act like the small boy was just family.

“ Here little man here's some more food. “ The man looks down at the plate of food In Front of little boy frowning. “ Eat your fruit to I even cut watermelon just for you. “ The little boy looks up from the TV shoveling more sausage in his mouth. “ I'm saving it for last. It's the yummiest. “ The older man ruffles Laddie's hair moving his head back and forth. “ You don't have to save the food dingus. Just ask for seconds. I'll go cut more up. “ Laddie shouts back a thank you with a mouth full of food being quickly chastised by both you and Volk for manners. This causes both of you to burst out laughing as you spend the rest of the daylight hours setting up a room for Laddie and calling a few friends for your little training event this week.

Setting up the fighting ring wasn't hard and neither was finding opponents for tonight. The problem was trying to figure out how to train vampires. I mean you and Volk were used to knowing your own limits but figuring out how to train the others was going to be a challenge with not understanding what the species was capable of. This meant your only choice was to rely on your basic studies and the books you could find on vampires. Flight training, telepathic training, strength, and general reflexes was all you had on your list as you two sat around with Laddie still focusing on his training. “ Maybe we can teach them how to use weapons. I mean they wouldn't be the first fight club to need them. “ You say scrolling through your mirror as Laddie continues punching a log next to you.

Volk taps on the mirror's surface pulling a clip of vampire's top speed. “ Wow those dudes are really slow if top vampires are moving so fast it looks like they're teleporting. “ You tilt your head holding the mirror, sliding your hand on it to pull over another screen replaying a video taken from your fight with Paul and Marko. Sitting back comparing the two and looking at your own mach speed statistics you sigh. “ Yeah this isn't good. It appears there pretty much at the lowest of their species. Like a human who sits on the couch all day snacking Doritos. I remember easily lapping them but looking at the footage if I even used just basic fighting techniques they would have been toast. “ Volk pulls another video and statics page up as you two lounge in the booth of the fight ring. “Did you know some vampires have telekinesis and telepathy. It's not common but it can happen. Apparently Alucard has been documented to float swords around. Maybe one of them could do that. “

You look over to Volk raising an eyebrow as you hand Laddie his snack. “ I think they all have basic mind reading abilities but only David appears to have the ability to manipulate anybody. I think we'd have an easier time getting them to transform into bats then flinging swords about with their mind. “ Laddie peaks up from this statement. “ A bat! Can I turn into a bat the way you transform into moths!” You smile letting out a laugh as you allow Laddie to crawl into the seat next to you. “ No, I think only Dracula and high level vampires do the multiple bat thing but I imagine you can turn into a bat when we figure it out. You're already showing immense strength and speed so I don't see why not.” Laddie bounces up and down excitedly for the prospect of being a bat while Volk pats his head. “ You are getting really strong. All that day time endurance training is paying off for your strength at night you can already easily punch through solid oak. Now we just gotta get you to fly instead of jump little dude and you'll be ready to fight that hog like we said. “

The pair start chasing each other around playfully as Laddie shadows boxes Volk while the man takes the hits playfully dodging and running away from the little boy. Thank God Werewolves were tough to hurt and their hides were impenetrable from anything except for silver. This made Volk the best teacher for Laddie as Dwayne could hardly take hits from him anymore let alone someone like Star or Micheal. You were happy the little man was improving so quickly you hoped the rest of the pack could as well. The sun was starting to set and you could hear your guests arriving for the night. Particularly you can hear Calypso and Puck chanting for Laddie to kick Volks ass. “ Lad-dee, Lad-dee, Lad-dee!!!”. Throwing yourself off the top of the wall you fly down to where the men were to start setting up. “ You got drinks and food for tonight's training sesh (Y/n) I'm starving. “ Calypso says walking over to grab items from you.

“ Sent Veve to go order from Yutaj at the night market. So I hope everyone brought their appetites that woman gets excited to cater for the club. “ Puck stops fooling around with Laddie and Volk at the mention of his favorite lady of the night. “ Is Veve gonna be here?” You turn to the werewolf laughing at his eagerness to see your cousin. “ She said she'll watch but she doesn't want to participate. “ You can see the big dope of a man practically wagging his tail in excitement to see her. “ I wouldn't want her to fight in any way. I'll fight for her. “ A big smile beams across his face but is quickly knocked off when he gets caught in the crossfire of Laddie and Volks rough housing by collecting a straight full force punch from Laddie in the gut knocking him back.

The sun was now gone and the moon was up. People were eagerly funneling into the arena ready for the nighttime training. It was more like a party with how many people were around getting ready to train the vampires stretching, eating or drinking. Laddie was enjoying the party and attention as warm up matches began between instructors who were eagerly waiting for their “students” to arrive. You and Veve had gotten to work setting up the weapons and workout gear while making sure the speakers were operational in the stands. As Volk helped you stretch out your muscles suddenly the familiar sound of Motorcycles could be heard. The man smiled wickedly as that meant the festivities could begin. The pack of vampires were going to have a busy few weeks ahead of them as they had no idea what lies beyond the gates eagerly waiting for their arrival. All of them would be changed forever by the end of these weeks of hell.

( Chapter 7 )

Comments and Likes appreciated. I enjoy all the feed back I get about this little passion project of mine.

[margoshansons]

Idk how many of you care, but if I were to post a small snippet of one of the many Reyna/Aegon AUs in my head, which one would y’all wanna see?

There’s more but these are the two that keep rattling around

[notallsandmen]

Look, the bratty bow has haunted me since September, and frankly, someone had to do something about it.

[tales-of-berseria-week]

Happy to announce that Berseria Week is returning this year with a prompt list themed around the six main party members!

As a note though, while the menagerie is the primary inspiration, you can still create content revolving around any character you want within the Berseria verse and crossovers as well as OCs are welcome as always.

Finally, the event will be held from October 9-15th with late entries still accepted after those dates.

Excited to see what everyone comes up with this year!

Text Prompt List:

1: Velvet/Leader/Isolation

2: Rokurou/Renegade/Rivalry

3: Phi/Guide/Innocence

4: Eizen/Wanderer/Misfortune

5: Magilou/Trickster/Hidden Depths

6: Eleanor/Soldier/Ideals

7: Free Day

[tereox]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Original Clone Trooper Character(s) & Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Shine & Tob, Biscuit & Shade Characters: Clone Trooper Shade, Clone Lieutenant Shine, Clone Sergeant Tob, Clone Medic Biscuit, Clone CMO Dan, Clone Sergeant Flicker, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Semi-graphic depiction of violence, Panic Attacks, Flashbacks, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, cause I need it, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nonbinary Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Selectively Mute Character, Triggers, Anxiety, Betrayal, Bonding, Clone Troopers as Brothers (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Clone Trooper-centric (Star Wars) Summary:

Shade drifts. Bad days should be reported to the medbay, but it wasn't like they had reported the last couple bad days. Surely it wouldn't be too big of a problem. And if it was? It wasn't like they really cared either way.

[thekranke]

I wrote this for Tales of Secret Santa a few weeks ago and figured I’d share it in case the odd Rays fan is interested. I milked way too many concepts in one fic but Rays is just built to give characters existential crises.

Title: Illusory Veil

Author: Le Kran-ke

Fandom: Zesteria/Rays

Ships/Characters: Edna & Mileena Wiess (hints of ship tease between em’), Edna & Eizen

Chapters/Word Count: 10.4K over 3 chapters (I'm Sorry)

Rating: T

Warnings/Content Tags: Minor changes to Zesty canon, a bit of existential angst here maybe a bit of comfort there, panic attacks? It's mostly exploring the emotional effects of exoflection and the earth sibs relationship.

Summary/Commentary: Takes place almost immediately after Edna is introduced in Rays as she tries to cope with the idea of a world without Eizen.

**Link:**

Illusory Veil

[pink-key]

Aaah I love this Tobs" personalityyy, he is lanky toooo, makes me inner monologue to reader-chan to stop fighting, because I would shamefully submit fast-

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 8

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Author’s Note: I know this chapter is a lot shorter than my previous one's but, I figured it was better than nothing. I might end up rewriting this to make it longer or something.

Cross-posted on my Ao3 account, which I update more frequently.

Warnings: Swearing. Some threats of violence. (1,276 words)

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“I love you, (Y/N).”

He said it so genuinely, like there was nothing wrong with the situation. Like he hadn’t taken you from your home, stalked you, tormented you, fucking bashed your head in with a baton. He said the words as if he was just a regular school boy confessing to his crush.

It made you sick to your stomach.

“Well? Are you guh-going to say something?”

He sounded impatient, as if you were the one in the wrong somehow. You looked up from the ground, his dark eyes and expression turning colder each second that passed.

“You’re insane.”

Wrong answer.

Toby’s face dropped, and with a heavy tension in the air, he raised his arm, his hand closing into a fist.

You prepared for the worst.

Then, Toby took a sharp breath, holding it for a moment, and exhaled. Slowly lowering his hand again. Trying to muster up the strength to not lash out, most likely.

“I’ll give you some time to warm up to me. I wuh-won’t hurt you.” He paused, thinking. “I’ll tuh-try not to.”

He didn’t sound very convincing.

You decided to hold your tongue for the time being. At least until you came up with a game plan to get out of this fucking place.

Toby sat down on the couch next to you, still pissed off. The sudden shift in weight causing you to look over at him. It was hard not to notice just how big he was. Tall and lanky, but at this distance it was obvious he did some kind of exercise. He’d be hard to take down on your own, and you’d need some kind of weapon that could immediately incapacitate him. He couldn’t feel pain. You knew that now.

“See suh-somethin’ you luh-like?”

Your thoughts were interrupted, noticing the wide grin stretched across Toby’s face as he looked you over. You had been staring.

Albeit, you were trying to figure out how to kick his ass, but you had been staring nonetheless.

Frowning, you decided it was best to stay silent, choosing to just shake your head ‘no’.

Toby sighed. The noise making you jump a little. “There’s nothing you can do now.” He put his arm around you, your body tensing as you were pulled into him. “And that’s okay.”

The ends of fingers started playing with your hair.

“It isn’t.”

Your voice came out quieter than you’d had hoped. But soon rose from desperation, sadness, anger or a combination of the three.

“It isn’t okay. I have a life, I have fucking friends who care about me, you can’t just tell me it’s okay. God! How could a person be so selfish?!”

“Because I can.” Toby hissed. “Fuh-for once I can be selfish. I finally found suh-something that I want. So I’m going to get it. Even if I have to drag you back here kicking and screaming over and over again.”

His words sunk in, like a rock falling into a bottomless pit.

“You’ll have to.”

Toby laughed cruelly at your response, not phased at all by your determination. He leaned forward in his seat, playing and picking with the skin on his hands. His nose scrunched in a smile, and he turned his head to you, putting a hand on your knee. “That’s fine. I duh-don’t mind a cat and muh-mouse chase every once in a while.”

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You felt numb. Your brain buzzing, probably the after effects from the head injury Toby gave you. All the energy you had was focused on the fireplace on the other side of the room. You could hear your captor behind you in the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards. After a couple of failed attempts to get you to speak, he resorted to pacing the cabin, occasionally glaring at you. Muttering phrases and curses under his breath. He finally stopped when your stomach started growling, quickly making his way to the fridge to find you something to eat. Of course, you didn’t ask him to. You decided you weren’t going to ask him for anything.

But there was one thing that had started to bug you, well, other than the whole kidnapping thing.

Scanning the room more intently, you noticed two hatchets that hung by the front door. One with a bright orange handle, and the other dull and wooden. They looked well used, and if it wasn’t your paranoia just seeing things, there were definitely specks of red on the handles and on the holster they hanged from.

It made you wonder what Toby did in his free time.

Sure, you had asked him before if he was going to kill you. And he had alluded to murdering people in his fits of rage. And although you never saw any evidence of it, bloody fucking axes on the wall seemed like pretty solid proof.

You moved closer to get a better look at them.

“Hey. Yuh-your food.”

A bowl of cold soup was shoved in front of your face.

Toby stood next to you frowning, trying to figure out what you were looking so intensely at.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I was - um….. Nothing?” You stammer back.

He placed the bowl into your hand and walked over to the wall, lifting the leather holster off the hooks. The blades of the hatchets swung as he carried them over, before sitting down on a musty chair across from you.

“You like em’?” Toby asked, a hint of tease in his voice, like he was trying to be playful.

“Not really” You shot back.

“Aw, yuh-you’re hurting my feelings.”

Toby took the orange one out of the holster, tossing it back and forth in his hands with ease. He looked up at you for a moment and smirked, before l lifting the handle behind his head, and throwing it forward. It missed your head by a few inches, but you still ducked instinctively. The blade connected on the other side of the wall with a loud ‘THUNK’, the force knocking some empty bottles off the window sill and shattering on the floor.

“What the fuck!”

He cackled at your reaction, throwing his head back in the chair. After a few moments he collected himself.

“Duh-don’t worry, I have good aim.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. "Why do you have those?”

He glanced over at the hatchet embedded in the wall and then back to you. “Firewood.” Was his curt response.

You didn’t believe him.

A small buzzing sound came from Toby’s pocket, startling you both for a moment. He furrowed his brows, before taking out his phone, and glanced down at the screen. He grimaced, reading through something.

“F-fuck.”

If you were wanting an explanation, you weren’t going to get one. Because he got up from his chair and angrily stormed through his home, saying nothing, and grabbing items to get ready for something. He stopped in front of you with a small plastic bag.

Zip ties.

Of course he would tie you up.

“Get up.”

You rose to your feet hesitantly, not liking his tone at all. Something in those texts must have set him off. His hand quickly grabbed your wrist, practically dragging you back to his bedroom where you had first woken up in this hell hole. He threw you onto the bed, and placed your wrist against a metal pole on his bed frame, securing the zip tie to your hands so you couldn’t move. Toby grinned once he was done.

“There. Suh-so you don’t get any ideas while I’m guh-gone.”

Before he left the house, you heard him call out.

“I’ll be back soon!”

[erijuice]

Here it is! This took several months for me to put together, but here's a special storyboard animatic of Maggie Dolittle meeting her future friends, Team Snakemouth, in the Giant's Lair. This is an excerpt from my AO3 Bug Fables fanfic the Survived Giant, but with some additions and tweaks to the dialogue. I honestly loved writing this part so much because of how alien and strange humans can appear to be from a bug perspective. For some unknown reason, I held onto this for so long until it was the game's fifth anniversary. So consider this as a surprise for my TOB fans!

Speaking of which, go read the rest of the series now, and check out the rest of the Tales of Bugaria masterpost.

[pink-key]

He isn't desperate for romantic love. He lives only to obey orders.

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I lost the confession oooone, I'm sorry anon!! (maybe missed a few other similar asks) bu-ut yes, main reason why I draw Tobs x y/n is because he is depicted too good, too pure in fanfics, he is annoying he will kinkshame you and see how far you will go for him.

[depthsofthevoidnest]

New Chapter releases on both of my fanfics.

-it’s about time really-

So for anyone who loves the Fnaf Daycare attendants Sun, Moon and Fanon Eclipse, and need another Mafia AU with a little mechanic for a reader (female | first person | Unnamed) go check out TOBS (Tools, Oil, Blood, Sweat)

For anyone who’s a skeleton simp and wants another AU Convergence, skeleton household fic, with a twist. Go check out Mons, Monsters, Magic, and more. (an Undertale Fanfic where you are a little bit special ✨

(Female | Second person | Unnamed Monster Reader)

[violadiaries]

Fluffcember Day 19: Fondue

@fluff-cember

Fandom: Tales of Berseria / Zestiria

Pairing: Van Aifread x Zaveid x Eizen

Additional: Modern AU; Established Relationship; ....

crossposted on AO3

"No."

Zaveid looked back to his book, relaxing into Aifread's arms as he tried to find the place where he had stopped reading, when Eizen and Aifread had told him of their grand idea. For him the discussion was over with that, and he would go back to relaxing. He was too comfortable right now to get into any kind of arguments with them. Nestles between Aifread's legs, while he held Zaveid, legs comfortably placed on Eizen's lap.

"Aw, come on Zavi~. Pretty please?" Aifread whined.

He pulled Zaveid slightly more against himself, resting his head on Zaveid's shoulder. Eizen leaned forward to pluck the book out of Zaveid's hands, because for them the discussion was far from over. Mainly because it hadn't even started to be discussion just yet. And they would not let this go, until they talked about this properly.

The kitchen was his domain, so he got to have the final say in this. Not them. And he also would need to be the one to prepare the whole mess and clean it up in the end. Which he normally didn't mind doing, unless it was something so utterly useless as fondue.

Zaveid let out a long sigh, as Eizen took his book from his, placing it out of reach. He frowned at him, grumbling beneath his breath, how lucky Eizen was that Zaveid was to cosy to get up and get his book back. He knew he shouldn't have been fooled when those two had been quiet for too long. They had been scheming, in that silent way he still didn't know how to spot correctly.

"Fondue needs an unnecessary amount of preparation and takes forever. No," Zaveid said.

He had done it a few times in the past, and always discovered, without a doubt, that it wasn't for him. Not the variant with the oil, neither the one with the cheese. Eizen let out a sigh of his own, lightly caressing Zaveid's thigh with his hand. The one that wasn't holding his book out of Zaveid's reach.

"It's the atmosphere that counts Zaveid," he said.

Zaveid narrowed his eyes at him, before looking at Aifread over his shoulder. Aifread was looking at him with an attempt of the biggest puppy eyes Zaveid had ever seen. Probably having given up to reason with Zaveid before he even could have started.

Or simply having agreed with Eizen to leave the arguing to him. While Aifread would make sure to hold Zaveid in place, so he wouldn't be able to walk away from the topic. Not that Zaveid had any intention of walking away from a discussion that was already over for him anyway.

"So? We can get a nice and cosy atmosphere by spreading some blankets on the floor in front of the TV and cuddling," he said.

He had more ideas to get a pleasant and cosy atmosphere to settle between the three of them. And if they wanted to go for 'romantic dinner' atmosphere, neither Eizen nor Aifread would actually make Zaveid do the cooking. Or preparing in that case. They would reserve a table in their favourite, way to expensive for Zaveid's tastes, restaurant and take him there.

"Put on some cheesy Christmas movies and the setting is perfect," Zaveid added.

It would be the perfect evening for them. With the kids out, school on break, just relaxing with his two idiots. Just not having to worry about anything. Maybe ordering a pizza or something like that, or Zaveid prepping something in advance et viola.

And yet, Zaveid had tried that multiple times in the past. To get the three of them just to relax together. And it would always end up one way or another, with all three of them naked. Zaveid never complained. He couldn't, not when he loved the sex as much as the cosy cuddling. But sometimes those two did get a little bit too much.

"If you two could keep your hands to yourselves while cuddling, we also wouldn't always end up having sex, whenever I just want to relax," he said.

Ok, so maybe he was complaining a little bit. But just a tiny little bit. No matter how flirty he could get, he wasn't always in the mood for sex after all. Just like he knew that was the case for the two of them. Yet, somehow they always ended up doing it in the end.

Aifread gasped while Eizen shook his head letting out a sigh. Zaveid grinned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He knew he was right, and he also knew they would either deny it, or blame him for being too 'seductive'.

"We can very well keep our hands to ourselves!" Aifread said.

Eizen glared at him, most likely because he had opened his mouth. Aifread was always easier to get to agree with him, after all. Zaveid looked at him over his shoulder again, grin softening into a smile. Maybe this would be worth a while for a little bit. It wasn't often that Zaveid found himself on the winning end of an argument with both of them. He would definitely enjoy this.

Zaveid leaned his head against Aifread, ignoring Eizen clearing his throat. He would not play their game according to their rules. He would play adhering to his own. And like that he would also win it. Hopefully, at least. And then he could go back to relaxing and reading, and cuddling, and drinking tea, until the kids screamed for dinner.

"Then why do we need to make fondue, to get into a nice atmosphere?" Zaveid asked.

Aifread's mouth snapped shut, as he found himself at the receiving end of Zaveid's attention. Zaveid uncrossed his arms, just to place one hand on one of Aifread's arms, surrounding his waist, and the other on Eizen's hand, which was still moving up and down his thigh.

Aifread looked up, absolutely trying to communicate with Eizen somehow. Knowing he had screwed up by reacting this impulsively. Zaveid chuckled and waited for him to come up with some kind of reasoning.

"Because it would be fun?" Aifread said.

Zaveid raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to ask whether he was asking him a question or answering his. Additionally, he wouldn't do what Eizen definitely would have done and lecture Aifread that he shouldn't answer a question with another question.

Zaveid smiled to himself as he looked back at Eizen, who was still glaring at Aifread. Before long, he focused back on Zaveid, turning his hand around and squeezing Zaveid's hand lightly. A pleading expression back on his face.

"And we can't do that when Edna is around," he said.

Zaveid crooked his head to the side, waiting for the explanation. It absolutely wasn't like Eizen to exclude Edna from any kind of activity. Unless he really had caught on to the actual purpose of the proposal. Then he couldn't afford to have her there.

"As much as I hate to say it, she'd just get picky about the food," Eizen added.

Zaveid nodded and hummed. That was a valid concern with Edna. She was rather picky when it came to what she would and what she wouldn't eat. And then she would just get pouty when she didn't get her way in the end.

Unless sweets were involved. While she had preferences there, it wasn't like she would say no to anything else. And if they wanted to do this, to create a nice atmosphere, wouldn't it be nicer to include the kids as well? Zaveid certainly thought so.

"Chocolate fondue exists," he mused.

It would make even more of a mess than cheese fondue or fondue with oil, but if the kids really would want it, it would be a sacrifice he would be willing to make. He tended to be a bit more lenient with their kids than with his two idiots most of the time.

"As long as sweets are involved, all three kids would be game," Zaveid quickly added.

They definitely would be completely and utterly fascinated by that. Zaveid couldn't even recall when the last time had been that Dezel had made something like that, and Silva had never made fondue.

Eizen's eyes widened at the suggestion, while Aifread just let out a long sigh. Eizen really hadn't thought he would find a way to shut down his reasoning of excluding the kids, had he? Zaveid just grinned at him, as he clearly tried to think of something else. Zaveid could practically see the smoke rising from his hand.

"Well…but…you see-"

"But you two want to drink and later end up naked in bed with me. I know, because I know my two idiots the best," Zaveid interrupted Aifread.

He knew that was their end goal with this idea. Specifically to get him tipsy, because he liked to be a bit more adventurous with whatever they were doing in the bedroom, the more alcohol got involved. So they probably had something they wanted to try out, but were too embarrassed to ask him about it.

Aifread squeezed Zaveid lightly in his arms, placing his chin on Zaveid's shoulder again. Most certainly pouting at having been caught with his hands in the figurative cookie jar.

"Alright, caught us. But the fondue idea still sounds nice, Zavi," he said.

Eizen nodded and sighed, going back to letting his hand run up and down Zaveid's thigh. Looking down, a frown forming on his lips. He would get it out of them later what they wanted to try out. Simply because most of the time, he didn't actually mind whatever they wanted.

"True," Eizen mumbled.

Zaveid chuckled at that and shook his head. He knew both of them could be incredibly cute at times, but to actually see it again was something else. He just loved it so much at those times.

Zaveid closed his eyes and thought of a compromise. He didn't want to be that mean to them after all. And the idea did sound enjoyable, even if Zaveid didn't like it. His own addition to the idea would make for a great activity for all of them, actually.

"Alright, let's make a deal then. We make fondue with everyone. Chocolate fondue, as dessert after the Christmas dinner. In turn, I get my cuddly, cosy evening in front of the TV with only cuddling," he suggested.

Zaveid opened his eyes to see Eizen looking up at him again. Raising an eyebrow. That would be a win for Zaveid and one for the kids. Even if those didn't know of it yet. And Eizen and Aifread would get their fondue.

Even if that wasn't exactly what they had wanted in the first place, in the end. No, the fondue had been a means to an end for them from the beginning.

"And what do we get, love?" Eizen asked.

Zaveid shuddered at the pet name. Something Eizen knew to be effective on him. After all, Eizen and Aifread normally reserved those kinds of pet names for the bedroom, and the bedroom alone. Why he hadn't used that strategy on Zaveid earlier eluded him completely.

But he actually had thought of something to reward them with as well. After all, they had given him a good idea what to make for dessert after Christmas, without him having to stand in the kitchen for too long. He wanted to relax once in a while, after all.

"You two get to use the remaining chocolate in all the creative ways you can imagine the next day, when Edna, Silva and Dezel are at Alisha's place for their friend group's Christmas party," Zaveid said.

"Deal!"

He laughed as the answer came almost immediately, not even a full second after he had finished his own sentence. He had already seen how Eizen had looked over his shoulder at Aifread as he had still been talking about it. Zaveid did already grow curious what they would get up to in the end with those liberties.

"Perverts. Now let me get back to reading, alright?" Zaveid said,

Eizen nodded and gave him his book back, while he went back to his own book. Zaveid let himself completely relax again, as a slight anticipation settled in his stomach.

[reallyhardy]

ok so tob and i watched all of LOST together and finished last week, for me the first time, for him the first time since it aired (he was a child)

we were both absolutely obsessed with desmond hume, truly the character of all time. NO interest at all in his assigned love interest (there was no hope for her, i'm never gonna be invested in Love Interest For Love Interest's Sake type characters) but truly truly all in for des. love the accent, loved the specific castaway look with the full beard, open blue shirt and long hair with sun highlights, truly every other look was a disppointment after peaking so early, everytime he was on screen sans beard me and tob were like GROW IT BACK

also obsessed with the jesus-to-jesus communication in every scene with desmond & faraday too... (turns out both cusick and jeremy davies have played jesus) also was absolutely pissing myself in the last season fantasy fanfic universe when desmond ran over john locke with his car... hysterical truly

rest of the series fine. love hurley, (LOVE LOVE ABSOLUTELY LOVE HURLEY!!!!) charlie, sun, jin, desmond, mr eko, sayid, rose, bernard and vincent forever. incredible waste of having harold perrineau around. truly felt nothing for the white leads, (sawyer lowkey hot but jack/juliet/kate etc soooo bored by) but also obsessed with the bloke playing benjamin linus, stole the show and served cunt every scene, obsessed with how often that actor had to be in 'beat to a bloody pulp' makeup.

also vincent best doggy... got me absolutely sobbing in the final episode truly truly i turned to tob i said "are you crying too" he said "THE DOG GOT ME 😭"

[alteration-au]

I am rambling a lot in this post. If you see this because I tagged you, I just wanna tell you that you and your art, be it writing or drawing, is amazing so you don’t have to read through this entire thing.

As of the 25th of December 2023 this AU is three years old

(Well, to be 100 % accurate it was the 20th with a little oneshot)

Putting it all together (according to AO3 statistics and excluding all the tumblr post on the @traitor-on-board story blog and the very few on @adventure-time-alterationau) I've written 126,855 words for this AU in the past three years.

According to my word document I have for ToB, that Blog has additionally 46,258 words alone.

The whole Henry Stickmin fandom is special to me. It's unlike any other fandom I've ever read comics and fanfics, admired fanart and animations or created content myself for.

It's fun to create for this fandom.

We've been given so many characters with so little background information and one of the things I love the most is seeing all the different designs, backstories and characterizations of the same characters. Be it the ones in the background with only a bio with a single sentence, the references to other games like Mario and A hat in time or the main characters like Henry, Charles, Ellie, Reginald and so on.

And I've barely seen people argue about their different headcanons.

Granted, I've grown past the part of my life where I actively seek out drama and noone is obligated to publicly or at all answer rude anonymous asks, but I haven't really seen anyone make a post about how a certain character can't be trans or gay or have a certain type of backstory that they do not agree with.

We can all be peaceful and appreciate each others creativity and love for the fandom and characters. Even if that love means to put them through hell and back and traumatize them beyond belief. (I've never written so much angsty stuff in my life...)

So... in celebration of me not having abandoned any of my stories yet and me roping my friend into this fandom to the point where they share their work with this fandom (btw. "Rare Hearts" on AO3) a thank you to all the blogs / people, aside from every single Kudo, Comment and Star on Wattpad, AO3 and here, who inspired me in the first place and keep my love for this fandom alive. And if you've made it this far I highly encourage you to check them out.

@ending-the-cycle-ask (Which is one of my favorite comics of all time. Is it a comic? Ask-blog with drawings? Comic with reader-input?)

ask-crashed-copperright and run-away-toppats (Which sadly doesn't seem to exist anymore...)

@sir-subpar and @jazzstarrlight (Who both seemed to have moved on from the fandom. But it doesn't change that they're both talented artists and are still doing great work)

@ask-thsc-blog (Who has so many posts that I'll just finally need to take an entire weekend off to scroll all the way down to catch up with the story again)

@unicwolf (Who I am constantly bothering to beta-read my stuff or help me with color theory. And just art in general)

@capturecharlesau (Whos' Terrence (and entire AU) will never leave my brain again because of his story and the similarities and differences he has to my Terrence. And my Terrence would try to murder CCTerrence)