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teaspoon-full-of-sugar · 5 years ago

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kissed by mist and can dew attitude

pairing: harry styles x reader (farmers market au)

warnings: awkwardness!! shy!baker!harry, mentions of the qu*rantine, drug use, harry's chest hair, giggly, sweet high sex, some dirty talk :) unprotected sex

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: harry is an idiot, and y/n is a bit of a tease

author’s note: you can read this for a little background to this au (but it’s not really necessary; i tend to over explain things anyway, so you can get a pretty good understanding just from this) literally no one asked for this, but market season is coming up again, and i missed writing about these two :( hope you enjoy! xx

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Harry is so tired of being cooped up in this house.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves staying home.

He is normally the introvert that puts all other introverts to shame. He loves staying at home, he loves hiding away after a stressful day at work, he goes out of his way to not talk to anyone while he’s out, and he very rarely ever goes out on the weekends. He loves just being able to stay at home, relax, and not worry about anyone bothering him.

But, at a certain point, it becomes too much; now, he just wants to get out, go for a walk, go to the grocery store, talk to someone other than Y/N, just do something, anything, other than staying at home. Yes, it’s for a good reason, and he doesn’t want to be responsible for the illness spreading, but it’s also straining on his mental, physical, and financial health.

He honestly wants to go back to work.

Since this entire situation started, Harry has only had a couple of shifts at The Sweet Spot, since, apparently, cafes are “essential businesses”, but the nutrition store next door isn’t (the world definitely has their priorities straight). Honestly, it was kind of nice; he didn’t have to schmooze any customers, since he only saw the delivery drivers. There was the occasional ignorant person who would come up to the doors and pull on them, despite the very clear signs saying that they were not open to the public, only to find them locked, and Harry very happily told them to go away.

However, Marty couldn’t afford to have him take up any more shifts, which he completely understands, so he’s been stuck home for weeks.

Needless to say, both he and Y/N have been getting a little stir crazy.

They tried to keep a somewhat healthy lifestyle in the beginning, hiking the nearby trails or walking at the park, but everything started to become too crowded. They even went cycling, but Harry proved to be even more of a klutz on a bike than on his own two feet, resulting in a bump on his head and a scraped elbow, which is still healing beneath a floral printed plaster.

Y/N’s had some failed experiments, leading to several four-hour kitchen clean-ups, and she also started a ��Fermentation Station”, with dozens of glass jars filled with fermenting fruits and teas, the smell of yeast strong in the air. She was so proud of herself the first time she made carbonated water from things they already had in the house (“Look, Harry, it’s so convenient”). She ended up adding more and more things to her collection. They argued about it for a couple of days before she finally settled and moved her jars to the back porch after the kitchen started smelling like alcohol.

While Y/N has her experiments, Harry stress-bakes. He can’t even count how many loaves of bread, fruit pastries, cookies, and cakes he has made. He made crepes using sourdough starter. That’s how bored he’s been. He waited five whole days for his starter to mature, just to make four crepes between himself and Y/N.

But, there’s only so many things to do before you’ve completely run out of ideas.

On this particularly boring day, it’s two in the afternoon before they finally get out of bed, no thanks to their terrible sleep schedules, and they move onto the couch, which is officially broken in after how many hours they’ve spent on it. It’s sunny outside, bright and warm, the bright light beaming through the large bay windows in the living room, making staying inside even worse.

Y/N convinces him to paint his fingernails (and not just his toenails), and he happily indulges her. It’s nice feeling pampered for once, and whenever Y/N gets into her let’s-have-a-spa-day moods, she goes all out. While his toenails, painted with a pretty green color called Can Dew Attitude and a shimmery top coat on them, dried, she put some all-natural mud mask on his face, that bubbled and seeped into his skin.

“This is great for your pores,” she says as she puts a lukewarm cloth on his mask. “Not that you have bad skin. It’s better than mine, you ass.”

He just smiles, feeling the clay crack, and leans into her touch. She’s gentle, waiting until most of it is soft and pliable before she wipes it away. As she dries his face, with a towelette that smells like lavender and honey, his freshened skin, flushed and smooth, glows in the afternoon sun, his pretty eyes magnified behind a pair of thick, black framed glasses. Y/N sits across from him, her leg tucked up underneath her with his hand steady on her knee.

“It’s not gonna, like,” he pauses, glancing warily at his nails, “poison you or anything, right?”

“What?” She laughs, putting an oil around his cuticles. He leans forward, watching her carefully. He readjusts the headband, inadvertently pushing it back a little too far, until some curls slip onto his forehead. She hits the bottle of Kissed by Mist against her palm, the pale pink polish making a nice ticking sound. She starts on his nails, but not before making a comment about how cute his little pinkie is, which makes him flustered.

“It’s not gonna poison you when I, ya know, like… when I…”

He motions with his free hand, grouping his ring and middle fingers together and curling them, and he bites on his cheek, brows furrowed, trying to see any changes in her expression. He stops and shakes his head, a frail blush creeping up to his ears.

“By the way you’re reacting, ‘m assuming it’s not a thing,” he sighs.

“No, the polish will not poison me when you finger—“

“Shh,” he hushes her, pressing his hand against her lips. She pushes him away.

“Harry, we are the only ones here,” she says, finishing his right hand.

“Ya know what that mouth does to me,” he mutters.

“Really? You get turned on when I say, ‘finger me’?”

“Ya know I do,” he pouts, grappling for her. His hands twist the thick cotton of her jumper for only a second before she’s scooting away, swatting at him.

“No, H, your nails are still wet,” she says, and he groans, sinking back into the couch cushions.

“So bored.”

“Everyone is,” she says, filing down his left thumb nail.

“Wanna get high?”

He just wants to stop this feeling of absolute boredom. It’s better since Y/N is here with him, but it’s getting to a certain point where he’s willing to do just about anything to feel, well, anything.

One night, they tried her “prison wine”, which was just cranberry cocktail and yeast that fermented for a couple of days; it tasted worse than it sounds. It did, however, get them very drunk, and they woke up the next morning with pounding headaches, upset stomach, and purple stained lips. It was honestly the worst hangover he’s ever had, and he vowed to never try it again.

Getting stoned has then become a regular thing. On those horribly boring nights where they had absolutely nothing to do, where they’ve both been on the couch for hours, not being able to find the willpower to move, and on those nights where they just wanted to feel and simply be elsewhere, they found solace in the warming daze.

She grins.

“Sure, I think we still have some gummies,” she says, moving toward their “special” drawer in the side table.

“Only a half this time, lovie,” he says as she turns back, and she rolls her eyes.

“They were a lot stronger than the other ones,” she says, ripping the poorly stuck tape from the plastic packaging.

“I know,” he smiles, popping the candy in his mouth. She sits back down beside him, her leg thrown over his lap. He moves his hand dangerously close to her inner thigh, his fingers dancing along the length of her thigh until they reach the hem of her panties, tugging at the material until it snaps back. He’s so close to feeling her warmth, if only he moves just a little further, but she yanks his hand back, puts it on her knee, and gives him a smug little smile, continuing her work.

It takes an hour, or two more coats of nail polish, for the edibles to kick in, but when they do, Harry thinks he pissed himself. Forgetting about Y/N’s leg across his lap, he mistakes her warmth as pee, and he jerks up, jolting her. She looks up at him, blinking. There’s a strip of white polish on the side of his thumb.

“You are so good at this,” he says slowly. He honestly couldn’t imagine painting such tiny details if he were sober; he doesn’t know how she’s doing it stoned. She’s swaying and blinking slowly, but she looks focused, her brows furrowed.

“You’re good at this,” she mumbles.

“What?” He laughs.

“I don’t know,” she says. “It’s easy if I can concentrate.” Her eyes flicker up to his, a smirk curled over her lips.

“‘M I distracting you?” He raises a brow.

“I can feel your cock,” she says.

“Please, don’t say cock while you’re touching my cock,” he says, readjusting his growing bulge. She just chuckles and moves her foot along his boxers, where his semi and the top of his thighs connect. His hips twitch.

She barely caps the nail polish before she tosses it to the side and straddles him. He cups her hips, the fact that his nails are still wet long gone from both of their minds. She holds him by the neck, tilting his head back. Before she can capture his lips, he hesitates, his hands tracing along her thighs.

“Are you sure?”

Even though they’re practically living together at this point and have had sex plenty of times, he can’t help but ask her that same question every time. He’s never been one to feel secure in himself, and to have someone who is so open and willing to trust him, it’s overwhelming and intimidating sometimes.

“Of course, H,” she says, nibbling at his bottom lip, and then, he kisses her, fully and profoundly. He could just melt into her, his senses consumed by her warmth and love. He wouldn’t go as far as saying that the sex is better than when they’re sober. It’s great all the time, but there’s something about being high, with his skin buzzing and all of his senses heightened yet dulled at the same time, that makes the experience different. It’s different because he’s not worried about what he’s doing and saying; he’s focusing on the feeling, all of the sensations and simply her.

She tries to pull his shirt over his head, but it gets caught on the chain around his neck, and she tugs a little too hard, yanking it tightly around his throat.

“Easy, Y/N,” he laughs, holding onto her wrists. “I know you’re eager to get me naked, but I think you forget that I am also precious cargo.” Her lips sink into a pout, and he’s able to get the shirt off, throwing it off to the side, his headband going with it.

“You are precious,” she says, squishing his cheeks together. She cups the back of his neck and pecks his lips, gentle and loving. “Love these little baby hairs,” she says, running her hand over his skin, teasing and tugging on his chest hairs.

“They’re not baby hairs,” he says, pouting. He teases his hands along her hips, nails digging into her fleshy skin. “I am a man.”

“Oh, I know,” she chuckles, feeling his hips jerk up, pressing his swelling bulge into her. He wraps his arms around her waist, fingers tracing along the expanse of her back, and nestles his face into her chest. She shifts further up on his lap, fingers carding through his soft hair. Being far too lazy to take it off, he sucks on her breasts through her worn tee, her nipples hardening in his teeth. She pushes his boxers down and readjusts herself over him, rubbing her clothed pussy along his pulsing cock. She tugs her panties to the side, and he moans at the sudden warmth, her arousal coating him.

“You like that?” She asks breathily, rocking her hips faster. “Like feeling me drip onto your cock?”

“What if I just—” She teases the head of his cock, just barely pushing him inside before she pulls out. He can barely make a sound, his throat tightening when

“You like it when I tease your cock? Can feel you throbbing.” Her eyes roll back at the burning feeling of him just breaking past the barrier of her tightness. “So needy for me, bubba.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he moans.

“Tell me, babe.” She holds him by the jaw, the pads of her fingers pressing perfectly into his pressure points, and he struggles for breath, making his head even lighter and obscured. He grins. “Tell me how much you love my pussy,” she says as she sinks fully onto him, her walls swallowing him easily.

“Fuck,” he moans, long and drawn out. His head falls onto the couch cushions, eyes closing to savor the feeling of her gripping him, but she pulls him back, forcing him to keep eye contact. “I love it; love you more, though,” he says.

“Say it,” she coos.

He blushes, heat spreading from his chest to the tip of his ears. He has never been vocal when it comes to sex; he always gets flustered and anxious when having a normal conversation, so he couldn’t even imagine how how awkward he would be while trying to talk dirty. It’s even more difficult because of how much she’s teasing him, slow and languid movements up and down his cock, his head just barely inside her before she comes back down, her hips grinding against his. She has this look in her hooded eyes, a lustful and greedy look, that’s telling him to give in to his instincts.

“Love y-your pussy, baby,” he moans.

“Yeah?” She starts riding him faster, her walls milking him. He groans. “Tell me how it feels, H.” She smirks, like an actual full blown, teasing smirk; she knows exactly how good she’s making him feel. She likes seeing him so flustered and babbly and incoherent.

“So fucking good, so warm and wet, perfect for me, lovie,” he says, and she grins, teeth bared. She kisses him, messily and harshly. His arms wrap tightly around her waist, stilling her hips, and a hand travels up the length of her spine, beginning at the curve of her bum, dipping momentarily beneath her large tee, before moving up to the back of her neck, pressing her lips tighter to his. He cradles her head while he moves onto the floor, but it’s not nearly as graceful as he hoped it would be. They crash to the ground.

“Oh, god,” she squeals, and her walls squeeze him painfully tight. Her nails dig into his back.

“Wha’s wrong?” He wipes the sweat from his forehead, fingers raking through his hair.

“No, no,” she stutters, hands moving onto the swell of his ass, keeping him still. “You’re so deep.”

He swears his arms are going to give out at the sound of her sweet little whisper, her voice weak and broken.

“H-how deep?”

He can’t help the break in his voice, and embarrassment floods him. He’s honestly trying his hardest to sound sexy, but he just sounds like an idiot.

“As deep as the ocean,” she mumbles, and she looks so positively fucked, out of it and dazed with hooded eyes; he honestly doesn't even think she realizes what she said because when he starts laughing, she gives him the cutest look, her brows furrowed, lips curled. “What?”

“Congrats,” he says, leaning back and onto his knees, his arms curled under her thighs, knees hooked over his arms. “You almost just made me go soft. Never done that before.”

“Shut up,” she says, grinding her hips into him. His thrusts start slow, deliberate, but the more she reacts to him, the more she bucks and grinds, the faster they become, until he can’t anymore, driving his cock in with fast, precise thrusts.

“You look so good like this,” he says, groping her breasts over her tee, nipples swollen and hard. They move with every thrust of his hips.

“Thanks, it’s the shirt,” she says breathily, a weak smile on her lips. “It covers up all my ugly parts.”

“Tha’s not what I meant,” he says, frowning. He leans over her, hands on either side of her head, and she lets out a weak moan as his cock moves deeper inside her. “Look beautiful all the time.” He genuinely looks sad as he brushes away a bead of sweat from her forehead. “You don’ have to take your shirt off when we have sex, not if you don’ want to. I take it off normally because I thought it would be more comfortable for you, and, le’s be honest, your tits are amazing, and I love seeing your curves and your—”

She suddenly pulls him in for a kiss, ceasing his ramblings. He’s cute when he gets all nervous; despite the fact he’s balls deep inside her, he’s still a worrier. It’s sweet that he’s concerned about how she’s feeling, even though he’s not fully present, with red cheeks and hooded eyes, chest heaving for breath. She raises her hips, grinding up into him, her swollen clit just barely grazing against his abdomen. She clenches around him at the sharp, sudden burst of pleasure.

She raises her feet from the floor, and he presses her knees to her chest. The sound of him fucking himself into her wet cunt fills the air, obscenities and pleasured whimpers joining. Not having the energy to kiss fully, he traces his lips along the curve of her jaw, tender and messy. His thrusts become sharper and deeper, knocking the breath from her lungs with every move of his hips.

“Oh, god, ‘m so fucking wet.” She laughs, feeling through her soaked curls to her throbbing clit. She really is; her arousal drips onto their thighs and into the carpet. Her head spins, burning pleasure building as he grinds into her and spreads her legs further apart.

“Fuckin’ hell—” He whines as she tightens around him, her fingers rubbing her little clit raw.

“‘M gonna come,” she moans, tugging at his hair. “C’mon, baby,” she coos, “want you to—” She swallows thickly, her breathing shallow. Her eyes roll back as she pinches her poor swollen clit, her thighs trembling. She meets his thrusts, eager for her impending orgasm. “Want you to come in me, wanna feel your cum in my—”

She lets out one loud moan, her body trembling and shuddering beneath him as pleasure rushes through her, leaving her limbs tingling and her mind muddled. They bask in the afterglow, their breaths in sync and deep, and he slumps onto her, wrapping his arms around her, tracing his hands over any piece of skin he can. He just wants to savor this feeling, the closeness, the warmth, the tenderness.

Her hand suddenly fishes over to the caramels that Harry made a couple days ago, which have been taunting her in a faux-crystal bowl on the coffee table for the past couple of minutes. The make-shift wax paper wrapper crinkles, and the sound makes him look up, his eyes still hooded, movements languid with exhaustion. He opens his mouth sleepily, and she rips the caramel in half. They both moan at the same time at the taste and fall into a fit of giggles. He moves to his side, his chest pressed to her back, softening cock pressed to the curve of her bum.

“Sorry,” he says, “messed up your art.” He flashes his nails, the pink paint still soft and pliable, littered with nicks and dents and imprints from the couch cushions. She hooks her fingers through his and tugs his hand down to her lips.

“Worth it.”

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ri-ahhh · 5 years ago

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playing games

Hot summer days are meant for playing games 6k, basically all smut lol whoops

Disclaimer: I’ve created a whole OC character for Grayson in the past year or so, just as a creative outlet, and never really intended on posting it anywhere. Like, at all lol, so on the off chance anyone actually reads this, go easy on me please. If something seems like it doesn’t make sense or needs more background, it’s because it’s already written in the deep recesses of my Pages documents lol.

If you do read, thank you so much! Creative writing, especially fanfics, have always been my creative stress relief, so this is all in good fun. I’m definitely not attached to only this character, though, so if you don’t think this is complete dog shit and want to see other concepts, I’d love to do that! :)

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There are a lot of negatives to be said about LA, as MJ had learned quickly when she moved here a few years ago from her home state of Oklahoma: the stuck-up snobs; the traffic; the dirty streets everywhere you go. One thing not on that list, however, is the weather — nine times out of ten it’s perfectly sunny and warm.

Today is one of those days where it’s borderline hot, but still comfortable to sit outside and bake in the sun for a couple of hours. That’s what she and Grayson are doing as they lounge peacefully by the pool in his backyard, soaking in all the Vitamin D that mother nature can give them.

MJ welcomes the blast of heat from the outside air that contrasts harshly with the AC she leaves behind in the kitchen. She had gone in to grab the two of them glasses of water and, while she was in there, noticed the house was oddly silent.

She plants a peck on her boyfriend’s full lips as he accepts his glass with a thanks. “Where are the E’s?” she asks, referring to Grayson’s brother Ethan and his girlfriend Evie. They were both still home when she and Gray first went outside, but a quick glance at her phone tells her they’ve been out here for over an hour, so that really means nothing now.

“I think they were gonna take a Soul class and then have a beach day,” Grayson answers. He sits up a bit to take a sip of his water, and MJ can’t help but admire the way his abs, slick with tanning oil, contract deliciously at the movement. They’ve been together for nearly a year now, and she still can’t get enough of his physique. Amongst other traits of his too, of course, but in the context of lying in the warm sun surrounded by the sheen of coconut-scented body oil, it’s what comes to mind first.

Not to mention, he’s wearing her favorite swim trunks of his — the ones she had bought him — that not only make his olive skin tone pop because of their bright turquoise color, but the fit hugs his ass (and dick) in all the right ways.

Clearly, she’s doing a piss-poor job at hiding her ogling, though to be fair she isn’t trying all that hard to begin with.

He smirks at her. “Can I help you?” he teases, knowing damn well what’s going through her head.

MJ flushes when she realizes she’s been caught, but quickly decides two can play this game. She bends over him and only lets him steal a quick glance at her ample cleavage in her bikini before taking hold of his face in both hands and kissing him.

“You’re sexy,” she admits simply when they part, smiling and wiping a dab of saliva from his lower lip with her thumb.

He swats the exposed skin of her ass lightly when she turns to walk the couple of feet away to her own lounger. She yelps in surprise, which melts into giggles. “Not as sexy as you.” She rolls her eyes playfully and blushes at this, though he can’t see her doing so behind her oversized black sunglasses and the shade of her baseball cap. “I mean, come on, MJ, they’re just muscles,” he says with smug grin.

He’s so full of shit today. MJ scoffs and settles into the chair, not quite believing her ears but also realizing he’s still teasing her. “Okay, Gray.”

She glances over at him and sees him rubbing his thighs, something he knows always gets her going, under the guise of applying more sunscreen. The audacity. She knows it’s intentional by the way he’s biting back a grin and stealing glimpses at her out of the corner of his eye.

Oh, so he still wants to play this game? Apparently ten months together hasn’t clued him in that she is just as competitive as he is, even in stupid things like ‘who can make the other person hornier.’

She forms a quick plan. MJ pretends like she’s oblivious to his nonverbal taunts and reaches out her hand for the bottle of Sun Bum. “So the E’s will be out for a while?”

Grayson stops his ministrations to hand her the slick brown bottle. “As far as I know. Why?” he asks, lying back in his lounger and pillowing his head on his hands. The way his arms curl send his biceps and shoulders bulging, another one of her physical weaknesses for him.

Douche.

“Just wondering,” she answers casually. MJ reaches behind her to raise the back of the lounger that is almost completely flat, higher up so that it can keep her in a relaxed sitting position.

Using his physical teasing as fuel to gather her nerve, she next twists her arm behind her back and tugs at the tie on the thick straps of her cherry red bikini, then does the same to the one around her neck. Even though they’re on private property, in an enclosed yard where no one can see, it still feels a little odd and uncomfortable to be even partially nude outdoors. But if it gets her points in this game against Gray, she decides it’s totally worth it.

When she tosses the scrap of fabric to the ground, the rustling causes him to look over and do a double take. “What—?”

MJ looks at him innocently, but grins devilishly inside; boys really are too easy, sometimes. “What, what?” she questions, spraying some of the tanning oil into her hands.

Grayson shakes his head at her and she can feel his gaze, hotter than the rays of the sun on her newly exposed skin, bore into her through his Ray Bans. “I see. So it’s like that, huh?”

“I don't know what you’re talking about. They’re just boobs,” she counters, throwing a variation of his own words back in his beautiful, annoyingly perfect face. Grayson scoffs at her incredulously, and MJ doesn’t even attempt to hold back a victorious smirk. She’s definitely won this battle, and she hasn't even brought out all the ammo. Yet. “For real, though, we basically live together; you see these every day.”

Grayson tosses a hand up and shakes his head like she had just said something ridiculous. “You see me shirtless every day and still look like you want to jump me all the time, so how is that any different?”

He has a point and he knows it, but he’s an idiot if he thinks she’ll admit so. MJ shrugs. “Anyways,” she continues, ignoring his comment, “I’m just trying to get rid of tan lines. And it’s only us here, so who cares?”

“What if they come back?” Grayson argues weakly, still trying to appear nonchalant about his half-naked girlfriend gleaming in the summer sun just three feet away from him.

MJ shrugs again. “We can hear them coming up the driveway from here, so I’ll just cover up when we do. Also, it’s not like Ethan’s never encountered boobs before, and I’m pretty sure Evie and I have seen each other naked more times at this point than you and E have each other.”

He looks a little affronted. “I’m not sure if thats weird or kinda hot, actually.”

She rolls her eyes again but fights back a smile at his somewhat predictable response. “Don’t be weird. Girls generally just don’t give a fuck with each other,” she explains.

“Well, I still don't want my brother peeping your goods; they’re mine.”

MJ should be irritated at his possessiveness, but admittedly she finds it a little endearing — not to mention, she loves when she drives him to be dominant, especially when she knows she’s really the one in control here. She thinks back to the couple of times Ethan had barged in on them in the bedroom on accident and how Grayson always made sure his body was completely shielding hers while he screamed at his brother to get the fuck out. Ethan clearly wasn’t a threat, but Grayson always made her feel safe and secure either way.

It also isn’t like she wants E to see her tits either, but it won't be the end of the world if he does, especially if the risk of it gets Grayson so riled up for her that he’ll think twice before teasing her like this again.

MJ’s got him hooked now and she knows it, so really she doesn’t need to take the final step in her plan. But thinking about his deliberate words and touches gets the competitive fire lit inside her again.

Taking the oil in her hands, she massages it into the supple flesh of her breasts that were, indeed, several shades lighter than the surrounding skin. Her tits jiggle enticingly and her nipples harden a bit at the pleasurable stimulation caused by her own touch; his sunglasses are still on, but she knows he can see the effect she’s having on herself.

“Fuck, MJ,” Grayson finally groans in defeat. He sits up in his lounger and plants his left foot to the ground, utilizing his long legs to pivot over to her chair and straddle the end of the cushioned seat in one movement. His large hands stroke the smooth skin of her calves that are bent in front of him, his eyes glued to the way she’s touching herself. “You win, okay? I’m sorry for teasing you.”

MJ smiles at him, her ego at soaring. She can tell his hands are itching to reach for hers and replace them. He hadn’t lied that first time they met — he really is a boob man, to the tee. Even in non-sexual situations, like whenever they spoon while sleeping or watching a movie, his hand automatically goes under her shirt to cup one.

“I really do want to get rid of these tan lines, though,” MJ tells him, feigning innocence while simultaneously trying to ignore the way her body is reacting to him being right in front of her, touching her. Unfortunately, there is no denying the rush of wetness to her bikini bottoms. She finishes rubbing the oil into her skin and cups her breasts as if he’s blind and can’t see what she’s talking about. “This is really not cute, what I’ve got going on here.”

Grayson scoots farther up the lounger and cups his hands under her bent knees to drag her into his lap. MJ gasps in surprise and hooks her elbow around the back of his neck to balance herself after his forcible movement of her body. He ducks his head down and kisses her, tongue meshing with hers perfectly and exploring her mouth just the way she likes.

“How about we do something more fun than just lay here while you work on that, then?” he pants when they separate. She nips distractedly at the juicy center of his full lower lip in reply, eliciting a low, rumbling growl from him. He plants kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and back up to the spot behind her ear that makes her putty in his hands.

MJ bites her lip to hold back any sounds, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet of letting him know he can do whatever he wants with her at this point. “You were just giving me shit because your brother might walk out here and see my boobs, but now you wanna actually fuck outside?”

She actually didn't hate that idea at all, to be fair.

“Yeah,” he says simply, like there’s nothing to it. “I’ve never done it outside, now that I think about it. Besides our first time, anyways, but that was still in a tent so technically it wasn't ‘outside.’”

This surprises her. Despite his young age, there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for ‘firsts’ with Grayson, given his past ways. She isn’t about to let this chance slip because of a relatively minor, albeit highly embarrassing, what-if.

MJ grins. She takes her baseball cap off and puts it on his own head, backwards so she can have full access to his pretty face. Not to mention, she definitely has a kink for it that way. She rolls her hips down against his, pleased to feel him semi-hard already.

“Okay,” she agrees easily, using her grip on his neck to bring his lips down to hers once again.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of kissing Grayson; the man has the act down to a fine art. And as irritated as she had been with him only a few minutes ago, she now feels an overwhelming need to please him as much as he so often does her.

“Sit down,” she whispers directly in his ear, motioning behind her to indicate he should be the one reclining back.

She feels him shudder before obeying. He keeps her securely in his lap by wrapping her legs fully around his waist and stands with her still clinging to him. MJ bites her lip and marvels at the complete lack of effort the shift in position takes for him, and he sits them down where he can rest his back against the lounger.

MJ removes their sunglasses and places them on the ground. “That’s why I love your muscles,” she says, rubbing her covered center along his length and devouring the expression on his face as she does so. Her hands massage delicately across his shoulders and down his biceps as she rocks fluidly on top him. “Forget aesthetics. They’re just evidence that you’re so fucking strong. That you work so hard. That you try to be the best version of you every day.”

She suctions her mouth to the pulse point thumping wildly under his jaw and drags her nails down his pecs, threading her fingers through the patch of hair in the center that he’s allowing to grow. Grayson grabs her ass with one hand to encourage the rocking of her pelvis against his, and squeezes one of her breasts with the other.

“How am I supposed to follow that?” he asks breathlessly and with a huff of laughter, tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

MJ moans softly at the sensation. “Do your best,” she replies with a grin, scraping her teeth along the spot on his jaw before trailing kisses down his throat now.

She feels his hard swallow as he thinks for a second. “Uh, every part of you is so beautiful, and your body is just a reflection of how amazing you are on the inside.”

Wow. MJ laughs incredulously and pulls back to look him in the eye, golden hazel meeting bright green. “I can’t believe you just came up with that romantic ass statement while I’m dry humping you. That’s pretty impressive.”

“I mean, it’s true. And I do aim to please,” he smirks, thrusting up into her.

MJ gasps. Her eyes darken and her tongue subconsciously trails across her lower lip as she stares at her boyfriend heatedly. She cups a tit with her left hand, circling her nipple with her thumb, and grips her fingers into the curls at the back of his neck with her other hand. “I would have been happy with ‘I love your tits because they're the best tits I’ve ever seen, held, or had in my mouth in my entire life.’ But I’ll take your version, too.”

Grayson smiles. “How about, I love you, MJ, every part of you — especially your tits.”

MJ bites back a sappy grin and swears she can feel her heart swelling for him in her chest. “I love you, too,” she sighs, and uses her grasp on his hair to drag him in for a deep kiss.

When she’s had her fill of his mouth, she scoots down his body, trailing her tongue down the indentation dividing his abs and nipping playfully at the taut skin right above the waistband of his trunks. Her mouth waters at the sight of the bulge beneath them, straining against the slick material. “Lift up,” she instructs as she tugs the drawstring and hooks her fingers in the fabric clinging to his hips.

Grayson moans and does as he’s told while MJ pulls his swimsuit down his inked legs until she has to stand up where he can kick them off his foot. She takes a moment to admire the masterpiece that is her boyfriend’s body and uses the advantage of already being stood up to shimmy her bikini bottoms off her hips. She lets them drop to the concrete at her feet before crawling back onto the lounger in-between his thighs.

She can’t resist drawing a ticklish trail down his Adonis belt with her long nails and watching his dick twitch at the playful touch. Grinning, she takes him in her hand and observes with amusement how her simple grasp is already affecting him, spreading the resulting dot of precum around the swollen head. Her palm is still slightly lubricated with the remnants of tanning oil, which creates the perfect amount of friction when she starts to stroke his length up and down slowly, adding a twist of her fist when she reaches the tip.

Grayson throws his head back and moans. MJ utilizes his position as an element of surprise to duck her head and lick a trail on the underside of his cock, base to tip, then wraps her lips around his head.

His chin drops to his chest and his hazy gaze is met with her mischievous one while she stares up at him through her lashes. “Holy fuck, MJ,” he moans, taking hold of her dark locks and fashioning a makeshift ponytail in his fist so he can see her better.

MJ smiles around his length, pulling up and holding the tip against her mouth, kissing it lasciviously. “You want me to suck it?” she asks sweetly.

Predictably, Grayson nods enthusiastically, tugging gently on her hair to guide her down his cock. MJ smirks and gathers saliva between her lips. She purses them slightly and drags the slick moisture all along his shaft, coating him until she decides he’s wet enough for her to take him in her throat. He’s the biggest she’s ever had and hasn’t mastered letting him fuck her face yet, but her lips encircle him and she slides him down into her throat as far as she can with relative ease. She hollows her cheeks as she pulled back up, over and over again.

“Oh my God,” he growls, his blunt nails digging into her scalp; MJ adores the sensation. “Just like that, baby.”

She grins and lets him slip out of her mouth with a light pop, stroking him with her small hand while laving his balls with her tongue. MJ always loves sucking Grayson’s dick, but she can’t believe how much doing it outside is making her even wetter than usual. There’s something incredibly hot about being under the cloudless sky, in the fresh air, and, yes, the danger of potentially getting caught.

With that thought fueling her, MJ’s fingers dip down to her pussy and she lets out a tiny whimper when her slim fingers light upon her swollen clit, more for his benefit than an actual reaction to her touch; she wants him to know how much she’s enjoying having him in her mouth. Something about the situation they’ve gotten themselves into out here is amplifying her desire in every way.

“Should I make you come now with my mouth?” she asks, dribbling more saliva on his dick and sucking him as far as she can a few times in quick succession, eyes trained on his, and she’s earned with wanton moans from Grayson’s plump lips. MJ lifts her head, her chest heaving, and gives him a devious smile as she raises the fingers that had been playing with herself to his mouth, continuing to stroke him steadily with her fist. “Or should I put you inside me, baby? Hmm? Should I put your big dick in my tight little pussy?”

Grayson lets out a guttural growl and sucks her proffered fingers into his warm mouth readily. Before she realizes what’s happening, Gray is reaching behind him to lay the chair flat again, and she practically topples over at the sudden movement.

“C’mere,” he instructs as he lies back, motioning for her to climb up his body. He takes the hat off and throws it across the yard when the bill impedes him from lying flat.

MJ pouts. Despite her teasing questions, she isn’t done sucking him off yet. And she really liked how that cap looked on him. “But—”

“MJ, sit on my fucking face now,” he demands, his voice deep and commanding; it makes her shiver and her head swim. His hazel eyes, which usually turn almost as green as hers in the sun, are now a deep chocolate brown behind the darkness of his pupils, dilated with pure desire.

Well, shit. She doesn’t need to be told twice; when Gray is in this mood, there’s no room for arguing, and she loves it. MJ bites her lip and crawls up his abdomen until her knees are resting above his shoulders and her shins lay alongside his chest in what little room is left on the lounger. He wastes no time in wrapping one arm around her thigh, the other reaching up for her breasts, and attaching his mouth to her throbbing center.

She cries out when his tongue drags through her slit and flicks against her clit a few times before thrusting inside her. One of her hands supports her weight on the top edge of the chair and the other cards roughly through his thick hair, tugging none-too-gently on his dark wavy mop.

Grayson moans and nuzzles his nose against her swollen flesh, grinning up at her and tweaking a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Did you get this wet just from sucking my dick, sweetheart?” MJ nods, the game of pretending he has no affect on her flying out the proverbial window. He lets out a little noise of affirmation. “I thought so. That’s why I love eating you out after you blow me; you’re always dripping for me.”

Without warning he sucks harshly on her clit and she shrieks, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably despite her best efforts. “Grayson!”

Grayson leaves the little bundle of nerves and dips his tongue down to her entrance once again as if to taste the fruits of his labor, groaning quietly. “So fucking sweet, baby. I love how you taste,” he says before repeating the actions over and over, driving her insane with the unrelenting pleasure of his simple motions.

She doesn’t know how she has the capacity to speak, but she manages to get her vocal cords and brain to coordinate. “I…fuck — I, I wanted to t-taste your cum, too,” she squeaks out, trying not to grind down on his face too hard. Not that he seems to mind.

His big hands restrain her hips anyways, long enough for him to speak. “I know you did,” he says with a smirk, and his voice vibrates sensually against her center. “You can do that next time, but right now you’re gonna come for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk. How’s that sound?”

God, the man knows how to use that mouth — in more ways than one. MJ can only moan and use her vice grip on his hair to tug him back to her pussy as confirmation that yes, that sounds fucking amazing.

All teasing pretenses are dropped as he goes straight for her clit and suckles her with purpose, that purpose being to get her to cum hard and fast. Sure enough, she feels the beginnings of her orgasm in her lower belly, driven by the sight of his eyes gazing adoringly up at her from between her legs.

It doesn’t take much longer once he adds both hands to her breasts, her moans reaching higher and higher pitches the closer she gets. “Ohmygod, yes!” she squeals, her knees squeezing instinctively around his head as he keeps up his ministrations, only gentler so she can ride out the high of her orgasm.

MJ’s moans turn to whimpers, and when she’s relatively back to earth she murmurs an apology as she slinks back down his body. Gray shakes his head in dismissal of her words and sits up, cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her deeply. She can taste herself on his mouth, and it gives her little aftershocks.

She settles over his lap and straddles his hips, grinding her dripping wet pussy against his rock hard dick because despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her, she was always ready to go for him; he makes her insatiable, sometimes.

“Fuck me,” she demands against his lips, lifting up so he can take hold of his dick and position himself where she only has to sit back and let him fill her up.

There isn’t much room on the lounger, but the way she’s forced to keep her legs close together just makes the fit extra tight and extra good. He lies on his back again, and MJ moans as she bounces on his cock with her hands planted on his broad chest for support while he grips her ass tightly.

Grayson for his part takes a moment to close his eyes so he can fully experience the warmth of the sun, the sweet wetness of her pussy, and the taste of her still on his lips all at once. He opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of an angel leaning over him. The sun is right behind her head and creates a halo effect, making his heart skip a beat despite the fact that she’s doing all the work while he lies flat, spoiling him with her body like always.

MJ smiles down at him breathlessly and drags her manicured jet-black nails down his pec. He loves the pain of it, she found out early on in their relationship, and she’s more than happy to inflict it. It turns her on like crazy to watch his eyes roll back and his jaw to drop as he sucks in a harsh breath.

He can sense her tiring when she slows down and starts grinding on him, rubbing her clit into the groomed patch of hair at the base of his dick as she catches her breath and gives her quads a break. She moans and twitches when Grayson digs his thumbs in the sensitive creases of her hips as he sits up. He moves her legs to hook around his waist before wrapping his arms around her sweaty back.

“Hold on to me.”

MJ pants and clutches her arms around his neck, tightening her grip with her legs around his trim hips and digging her heels into his round ass. She buries her face in his shoulder as he stands both of them up. She doesn’t know what his plans are, but she hopes they aren’t going far; she needs him back inside her as soon as possible.

Her back hits the wall in the next moment and she revels in the firm, cool feel of the smooth siding against her skin that’s become heated from the sun and physical exertion. Grayson uses the leverage of the wall to keep her against the solid surface while he switches his hold on her so that her knees are now hooked over his elbows. Even in her somewhat delirious state, MJ can tell this will allow him to use the combined potential of his considerable physical strength and the support from the wall to fuck her senseless.

Their eyes connect as they both take a moment to gather themselves. Gray smiles at her sweetly and plants his palms against the wall as he dips his hips enough to thrust up into her.

MJ whimpers as he stretches her again, reveling in that sense of fullness and completion that she only experiences when he’s inside her. When he bottoms out, she cups his jaw and uses the strength in her core to raise herself up enough to connect their lips together. Her tongue instantly slips into his mouth and slides along his, tasting all of her that’s left in him, until she tucks her head in his neck to suck kisses up and down the thick column of his neck.

“Go, Gray, please.”

Grayson moans and lifts her up as he pulls back with his hips, only to let her sink back down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting up into her swollen pussy. As he continues and picks up the pace, the depth he reaches and the force behind their movements sends her reeling. Her nails dig harshly into the smooth ripples of his back as her eyes look almost unseeingly down over his shoulder at the wide expanse of flexing muscles. The newness of this angle makes her realize that this position is another first for the two of them. They’ve had sex standing up before, but never like this, where he’s almost completely supporting her and letting gravity do half the work for them.

The noises of their mixed moans and the sounds of their hips clashing fills the otherwise silent backyard. MJ leans back against the wall and grips his biceps, using her position to fully take in the power of his body. Every muscle bulges out with exertion, his jaw clenches in pleasure and concentration, his eyes flitting between her bouncing tits and her flushed face as he pants harshly.

Everything about her — mind, body and soul — is overwhelmed. She can’t help it; she’s so turned on by him, so in love with him, the words just pour out, even though she knows they won’t improve his stamina any.

“You’re so fucking strong, baby. I love how you can hold me up and fuck me like this with your big dick. You’re making me feel so good…” On one particularly sharp thrust, he hits the spot, and her eyes instantly roll back in her head while she lets out a purely reactionary shriek of pleasure. “Right there, Gray! Baby, holy shit…”

“Jesus, MJ, you’re so fucking hot,” Gray rasps out behind clenched teeth. From the animalistic noises he’s making and the unhinged expression on his beautiful face, she can tell he’s barely holding on anymore, but he’s getting her there so fast that she hopes he can last just that much longer.

With a surge of strength she didn’t know she had left in her, MJ leans up and wraps her arms around his neck, then hooks her legs over his ass for leverage so that his arms can hold her by the backs of her thighs. She starts thrusting herself and grinding down on his pubic bone, perfectly stimulating both her clit and that deep spot within her. Her body shatters a second later, her limbs quaking with the force of the waves coursing through her.

She knows that normally Grayson would let her ride it out at her own pace, even rub her clit slowly to get her through it, but he’s so riled up at this point that he simply slams her against the wall and pounds into her relentlessly. MJ’s mouth gapes open soundlessly as, to her complete amazement, she feels yet another orgasm right on the heels of the one that has just started abating.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants repeatedly, making direct eye contact with him. She knows what will trigger them both to fall over the edge. “You’re fucking me so good. I want you to come inside me, baby, please!”

A guttural groan rips from his throat, his thrusts falter, and his forehead drops to hers as she feels the first spurts of his cum shoot into her. This is all she needs for her own orgasm to tear through her, radiating warmth and electricity through her whole body with an indescribable intensity.

Masculine, relieved whines escape his open mouth, the sounds alone making her clench inadvertently around his throbbing length inside her. His lower lip is too enticing for her to resist, and she nips it teasingly before drawing him in for a slow, perfectly sloppy kiss. They’re both still distracted by the pleasure coursing through their connected bodies as he finishes inside her.

“Fuck, that was good,” he whispers after a minute of recovery, trailing his mouth down her jaw and nuzzling her neck sweetly. MJ smiles and hugs his sweaty head to her, kissing his temple in return. She’s about to suggest they go cuddle on the daybed under the shade of the awning, but she never gets the chance because…

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“Oh my God, you actual assholes! Gross!”

A scream catches in MJ’s throat as their heads whip to the sliding back door only a few feet away, and there they are; the E’s had apparently gotten home from the beach much earlier than she thought they would. Or maybe she and Gray have just been fucking for that long.

Once the scare of their sudden reappearance has worn off, she can’t stop a smirk from gracing her lips, though she does try to hide it in Gray’s neck in mock mortification. That’s not to say she’s not embarrassed, but what can she do?

“Well, don’t look!” Grayson cries, but she can hear the concealed laughter in his voice, just as her smile grows even wider against his sweaty skin.

“How about you don’t have sex outside against our house where we can look, you bitch ass!” Ethan screams at his brother. MJ peeks a glance at him and sees him standing there with the heels of both hands digging into his eyes, as if he is not only blocking out the image before him but trying to rub it from his memory, too. Evie is just running around the patio, laughing and yelling “No!” at the top of her lungs, which makes MJ giggle too despite her best efforts.

As humorous as this situation is and even though Grayson’s body is pressed against hers completely, it’s still pretty embarrassing considering she’s butt-ass naked with her boyfriend’s softening dick still inside her, in a backyard with two of her best friends right there to see. “I mean, we literally just finished if you want to walk away and let us clean up, then the whole yard is all yours.”

“MJ, can you not just clean up now?” Ethan insists irritatedly. “We’ve already got our shit ready to come lay out.”

She pulls her face out of his neck and looks at Grayson, biting her lip to fight the shit-eating grin threatening to break across her face; she can already picture his brother’s reaction to what she’s about to say. But what the fuck are he and Evie even still doing out here? Why are they not inside? They’re the ones making this weird.

“Well, we need to go grab my swimsuit bottoms, or otherwise there’ll be a, ah, mess, if you know what I mean. Also, I don't think I can walk.”

Just as she predicted, Ethan makes a dramatic retching sound and reaches his hand out for his girlfriend blindly. “Evelina, help me. Let’s go bleach our eyes out before I throw up from these mental images.”

#idk #dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan smut #dolan twins fic #grayson mj #grayson dolan oc

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vagrantblvrd · 5 years ago

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ramwood with werewolves?

Oh my God, yesssss.

So, like.

Ryan on a long roadtrip - moving somewhere or business trip kind of thing, and his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.

Single-lane highway cutting through a forest/national park kind of deal up in the mountains.

No phone reception to speak of and no choice but to walk however many miles to the gas station he passed a sign for a mile back.

Thing is?

There’s something in the forest, right? He first noticed it when there was a construction detour that took him where he is, glanced over and saw something in the woods keeping pace with his car.

And, like.

He’s going at least tend, fifteen miles over the speed limit in a bid to make up for time lost on this detour.

Whatever is out there veers into the woods when the highway curves, and he’s like.

Well.

Maybe he imagined it?

Sunny day and trick of the eye/play of shadows and he’s been driving for hours at that point, so.

Yes?

But half an hour later there’s a rock outcropping ahead of him overlooking the highway and something up there that’s gone by the time he drew even with it.

Too far away to make it out, and there are trees casting shadows and all that but he swears there was something there.

A few more instances where he knows (he thinks?) he saw something out there before the sun went down and he was driving down that single-lane highway in the dark.

Before his car died on him and he had to get out and check things using his (mostly) useless cell phone as a makeshift flashlight to see if he could fix it.

Which, or course he couldn’t.

So then the Walk of Doom, and he swears he’s seen horror movies that start like this?

Keeps hearing things, seeing things, as he walks along.

Owls and foxes and other things?

But also whatever he saw (thought he saw) earlier.

Big.

Fast.

Stalking him?

Hairs on the back of his neck raising and Bad Feeling and seriously, seriously, super not fun?

Eventually (somehow) he gets to the gas station without being horribly murdered in the dark.

Discovers it’s attached to a little truckstop kind of diner, open 24 hours, and wouldn’t you know it?

Geoff’s there.

(Not that Ryan knows him at that point, but shhhh.)

Geoff’s there, and so is Jack and the two of them are bickering about something or other at the counter, and look up in surprise when Ryan walks in.

Get decent business during the day, but not so much this late at night. Long haul truckers and the like every so often, people on roadtrips pushing themselves kind of thing.

Also, idiots like Ryan, but whatever.

Jack dips back into the kitchen while Geoff is like, all country charm (or Geoff’s idea of country charm) on Ryan.

Makes all the right noises when Ryan tells him about his car breaking down and wouldn’t you know it, the gas station/garage has its very own tow truck?

Turns out Jack runs the diner and Geoff runs the gas station/garage and they’ve been in business together for years.

Because of course.

Jack comes back out with thermoses of coffee for the both of them because Ryan’s not their first poor bastard with a broken down car on the side of the road in the middle of the night and all.

“Really?”

“Uh, yeah. Come to think of it, that does sound weird, right?”

(Only you know, not, but shhhh, Plot Reasons.)

So Geoff and Ryan drive back to his car where Geoff putters about trying to see if he can get it started again - he can’t - and they tow truck the fuck out of it for the drive back to the gas station/garage.

Ryan plays flashlight handler throughout, stands next to Geoff when he pokes at the car engine and whatnot and they chitchat in between Geoff trying different fixes for Ryan’s car.

Get engine grease and oil on hands and smeared on faces when wiping sweat out of eyes and the whatnot and look, okay, look, shit happens. (Also I’m weak for this stuff, give me a break.)

Nothing can be down without replacement parts and the whatnot, because of course.

Anyway!

Just when they’re about to get back in the tow truck for the drive back Ryan hears something in the woods around them again, whips around with the flashlight trying to get a good look at it and such.

Shushes Geoff when he’s trying to pinpoint where the noises are coming from and all that, but to no avail.

Geoff suggests it’s a deer or something, maybe even a bear because why not, and c’mon, Ryan, Jack’s probably got their food ready. (Because you know. Food and hungry idiots and just. Yes.)

Ryan’s like “...Alright” and off they go!

But of course as soon as Geoff starts up the tow truck there’s a fuckin’ wolf howl right fucking there.

Ryan’s like !!! because of course he is, and idk, wolves aren’t supposed to be in the area at all???

Geoff is just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because the tow truck’s engine is just so loud, you know? Big ol’ diesel or whatever, and rumblerumblerumble what was that, Ryan???

Get back to the gas station/garage/diner/truck stop and go over estimates and such - gonna take a few days for said parts to get there, but conveniently there’s also a motel there?

More like a couple of cabins, because nearby lake and honestly, the weird plot convenience things are everywhere but, uh.

Yeah.

Geoff cuts Ryan sweet deal on a cabin until he can get Ryan’s car fixed and Ryan’s like, God, yes, whatever, because he’s exhausted at that point.

Takes whatever Jack cooked up to go and crashes in his cabin. Food shoved in his facehole and dead asleep in under an hour. Barely even registers the wolf howls and the whatnot.

And then!

Next day and Ryan’s like shit because his schedule is way ruined and just.

Yes.

Everything seems pretty normal, just your typical middle of nowhere America and all that?

Songbirds and all that nonsense all over the place as Ryan heads to the diner for breakfast and all that.

Jack’s not there, because night shift, but in his place is Jeremy, because of course.

Chatting to this scrawny asshole in Gavin, back from a trip or whatever and stopping for coffee a bite to eat before heading on to the next town over where he lives/works/whatever.

Ryan’s like awkward mcawkward, especially with the way Jeremy’s attention snaps to him like whoah?

All weirdly intense and stuff for a moment before he dials it back, puts on the cheerful face and greets Ryan. Gavin joining in because new face???

And then small talk as Ryan eats breakfast, says goodbye because he forgot to grab something out of his car the night before and all that.

Feels like he’s being watched (Jeremy and Gavin???) as he walks across the parking lot.

Geoff’s not in at the garage, also because night shift, but wouldn’t you know it? Michael is. (Look, I know.)

ANYWAY.

Michael watches him the whole time, shrugs when Ryan tells him he forgot this thing in his car and waves him over to where it’s parked and so on.

Ryan grabs the thing, thanks Michael and all and scurries back off to the cabin.

And just kind of fucks around for the day, makes phone calls and whatever to explain he’ll be late and so sorry and so on.

Takes a nap because still tired from pushing so hard on the roadtrip, and wakes up just before night falls. (Some would call it dusssssk.)

Hungry, so diner?

Finds Geoff and Jack and friendly small talk while they eat and the whatnot, and Ryan nearly dies when he takes a big sip of (diet coke, because of course) and the fucking wolves start up right fucking there.

Or, like.

Somewhere in the woods nearby, but yeah.

Howling up a storm and Ryan slowly turns to look at Geoff who clearly hears it too?

But is like, wow, this food is just so darn good! Also! Must concentrate on chewing it the recommended amount so as not to choke and die! :DDDDDD

But he can’t keep it up forever and he just sighs, looks over at Ryan and is like.

So.

Spins a story about wolves moving down from the national park just north of there a few years ago and all that.

Got some rangers studying them and their movements and it sounds pretty legit?

But no, okay, no.

Geoff is all eyes darting towards Jack to see if he’s still telling a believable story and this weirdly nervous laugh and something is clearly going on?

But Ryan’s like.

Okay! :D and all.

Just goes along with it (only not so much) and finishes his dinner and turns in early - man he’s just working off that sleep debt, you know? - and then Scooby Doos some shit or whatever.

Flashlight and pack from his car and off into the woods he goes following the howls and whatnot and it’s not long before he’s in deep.

A mile into the woods at least, gas station/garage/diner/whatever the hell else far behind him and just.

Dark, dark woods. Eerie as hell and those damn howls.

Goes chasing after them, and if gets him in trouble because of course it does.

Fricking wild boar or something, and he’s just like.

Shit.

Reaches for his bag and wouldn’t you know it?

Has all these interesting things in there like wooden stakes and bottles and vials of holy water, silver bullets and other such things.

A gun, too.

Pretty little thing, but it’s not something that would do much to stop an angry wild boar in its tracks, you know?

More for silver bullets and the like and he really should have brought something with more stopping power along but - like an idiot - he didn’t think he’d need it.

After something that wasn’t a fan of silver instead, and a little tunnel-vision of him, wasn’t it?

Anyway, anyway, just as he thinks getting murderized by a wild boar is going to be part of his obituatry (assuming anyone found him) the wolves show up.

Only...obviously not normal wolves, you know?

Big motherfuckers, huge, and they chase off the wild boar.

Well, most of them do.

Because there’s a whole pack - four? Five? - and most of them take off after the mountain lion, but one of them stays behind.

Lankier than the others, fur that looks black in this light and blue, blue eyes on Ryan and just.

“Uh, hey,” because clearly not a normal wolf in the way Ryan’s not just a normal guy.

The fact it and its buddies didn’t just let the mountain lion have a go at him or come at him themselves says a lot.

(Things like probably not a problem he needs to deal with, which is always nice, but also? What now???)

Because these kind of wolves (Were) are usually not all that ofnd of people like him. (Hunters.)

The wolf huffs, and Ryan swears it rolls its eyes at him before turning and walking off a little ways. Stops to look back to see if he’s following, and makes this annoyed noise because he wasn’t, but uh.

Then he does, and the wolf huffs again before it starts walking.

Ryan is super confused/awkward as hell, but not like he has anything better to do, and follows along.

The wolf slows down until they’re even and then it’s this lovely little moonlit stroll back to the gas station/garage/diner/whatever.

Ryan starts...rambling.

Some random topic that gets little sideways looks from the wolf, occasional grumbles or huffs and so on.

And Ryan, okay.

Weirdly enjoying the walk - they hear the others howling or barking in the distance, but pretty obvious they’re out shenanigating and in no danger and all that - and all too soon they’re back at the gas station/garage/diner/whatever.

Awkward little moment where Ryan looks down at the wolf that’s absolutely laughing at him before it ambles back into the woods and Ryan’s like, well, fuck.

Hunter of some renown or whatever, but not all fantatic about it.

Got a call from a friend next town over about weird shit that’s been happening and maybe if he’s not too busy he could swing by, and then the untimely car troubles and these asshole werewolves.

Probably not them? But he’s got a few days to kill until his car’s fixed so why not do some checking around.

And he does.

Chit-chats with Geoff and Jack and the others when he gets a chance.

Definitely something totes suspicious with them but nothing that pings his Bad Feeling meter, so he figures they’re not a problem he has to deal with.

A few days later the parts for his car come in and he watches Geoff and Michael fix his car up real good -

Maybe pays special attention to Geoff during it, you know? Guy’s under his car on the little rolly thingy (words no work now) and when they get it up on the lift he’s there too.

Maybe some shirt riding up action and it’s not like Ryan’s a saint, you know? Also Michael totally catches him checking Geoff out and Ryan has the choice of spontaneously combusting from embarrassment? OR he could just look Michael dead in the eye and do that eybrow raise thing he does like hey, buddy, he’s not dead, okay?

Michael snorting because jfc, this idiot, but also kind of...impressed isn’t the right word but you get it, right?

ANYWAY.

Ryan’s car gets fixed and he heads out to see that friend of his, who, it should be noted, is of course fricking Lindsay.

She runs a little vet clinic in this adorable little touristy kind of town or some animal rescue. (Both, definitely both.)

Weird shit still happening and oh, thank goodness you made it, Ryan!!1!

Ryan is like ??? because wow,what a reception, and also -

“You forgot to mention the werewolf pack.”

Because could have been a problem?

(Lot of Hunters would have killed them, no questions asked because they’ve all got their stories and this long-running history with werewolves and just. Not a good idea to forget to mention that kind of shit, you know?)

Lindsay’s like ??? until she realizes and is just :O because, fuck.

Asks Ryan if he killed them - please say no, they’re just idiots, omg Ryan, please say no!!!

Ryan is kind of tempted to let her sweat it for a little bit longer, but no, because cruel? And also she will absolutely get revenge on him if he freaks her out for shits and giggles.

Tells her the idiot werewolves are fine, no trouble with them and that they even helped him out and just.

Yeah.

Anyway, since he can’t go investigating the weird shit until nighttime (Plot Reasons) she puts him to work as an extra pair of hands at the clinic/rescue.

He meets one of the volunteers - Fiona, and definitely not human, but he’s not sure what she is? - and these assholes in Trevor and Alfredo stop by at some point.

Complete assholes, but Lindsay clearly likes them and he honestly can’t tell if they’re human or just weird as fuck and stops trying because it hurts his brain.

He’s staying at Lindsay’s - nice ranch-style house that goes along with the clinic/rescue - and takes a nape before nightfall and his Investigation.

Goes out - this time he brings something a little bit heavy-duty than that handgun of his for those silver bullets, just in case.

Checks out the area Lindsay told him about and finds tracks and the whatnot.

Claw marks on tree trunks and in freaking stone - boulders and cave walls and fucking fuck, what the hell did Lindsay get him in to out here?

Like.

Nothing he can’t handle, but still. He was on vacation before all this.

Hunting is serious business and all? But it hardly pays the bills, and he does It or whatever else gives him a flexible schedule and opportunity to work from home and not have to explain horrendous wounds/injuries his second job gives him every so often.

ANYWAY.

Nothing conclusive the first couple of nights? But the third, fourth, one and Something is watching him.

Something that gets his Bad Feeling meter screeching at him and then something’s slamming into him and for God’s sake, why is it always like this?

And then pain, because those fucking claws and thank God he’s got something in the way of body armor under his clothes (CONVENIENT) and those claws slice through it, sure, but his insides stay where they’re supposed to so A++++ for that.

Some tussling and wrasslin’ and all that until he manages to stab it with a knife - silver to it, because it’s one of those multi-purpose things, but it doesn’t slow it down too much.

Makes it angry as hell and Ryan fumbling for the shotgun that he lost when it hit him and some shots fired.

Angry shriek, glowy red eyes and Ryan about to get disemboweled low whoah, but then these wolf howls and then actual wolves (were) and talk about last minute save by the cavalry, you know?

Whole damn pack and not at all happy with this fucker in their territory and lots of growling and snarling. A few pained yelps and wolves (were) being tossed about before running back into the fray and just.

A lot of shit going on, you know?

Whatever the hell is out there with them gets some good hits in and then goes running off to wherever.

Ryan’s not doing great (still alive, though), and the same goes for the wolves.

Ryan’s like.

“Well, shit,” because one of the wolves is limping, another has this bloody wound along its ribs and just - they’re all a mess.

Make their way back to the clinic/rescue and wake Lindsay and Fiona up - neither of them are thrilled with Ryan or the wolves, but not like anyone would be.

They get patched up Heavily Judged and then it’s Ryan telling Lindsay about their super exciting brush(es) with death out there.

A few ideas on what it could be - wendigo, it’s totes a wendigo - and all that and just.

Yeah.

Ryan and the wolves get kicked out of the exam/surgery room of the clinic/rescue because all fixed now, time for sleeps.

Ryan is just like, huh, as the three smaller wolves form a puppy pile in Lindsay’s living room. One of the bigger wolves curls up nearby and keeps an eye on them and the last one -

Dark fur that looks almost black in this light and blue, blue eyes on Ryan is just.

Watching him, at least until Lindsay goes over and looks down at it, hands on her hips and “Something to say, Geoffrey?”

Because of course it’s Geoff, and he sighs. Looks over at Ryan who is just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because he knows better than to cross Lindsay. (He still does it, but he’s gotten better at hiding it/running for his damn life before she finds out.)

Heads off to the guest room he’s using while Lindsay interrogates Geoff. Doesn’t know what he’s thinking when there’s the sound of a werwolf shifting and Geoff’s voice all “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I may be an idiot, but how dare you call me stupid,” like an absolute idiot and laughter in his voice and just.

Yeah.

Anyway!

Some stuff about Geoff and the others smelling a wendigo prowling the borders of their territory and going looking for it - whole reason Ryan saw them that first day - and so on.

Ryan showing up making things all complicated because no way to know if he’s going to be trouble for them and various shenanigans up to them saving him from the wild boar and just.

That thing where they team up to deal with the thing that almost killed them? (Kill it if it comes to that, but yeah.)

Planning and plotting, maybe a touch of scheming and also a lot of awkward flirting and feelings between Ryan and Geoff and everyone knowing about it?

Because werewolves and also Lindsay being Lindsay? Fiona being Fiona and who the hell knows with Trevor and Alfredo, also that Matt guy that’s just like. There?

Seriously.

Ryan has no fucking idea where he came from, but nobody seems to care and just. Not important to know what that’s all about.

Anyway.

Thing where they use squishy human Ryan as bait (no one’s a fan of the idea but it’s the best one they have) and then shit goes wrong.

Ryan almost dies, but thankfully he’s got a pack of werewolves on his side and the wendigo’s the one who dies.

And then Ryan healing up and such while the werewolves loiter about.

Or, like.

Geoff, really, since Jack has to deal with the diner and Michael takes care of the gas station/garage and Gavin goes with them, and then.

Uh.

Awkward flirting while Linday is freaking dying at how dumb they are? (Fiona is ignoring them because no, just no. She’s got enough pining idiots in her life, what with Gavin and Jeremy and Michael being the most clueless fucks to ever live.)

Eventually Lindsay has enough of their bullshit and is like. “OH MY GOD,” and tells them they either need to figure their shit out or get their pining asses out of her house and then kicks them out anyway.

To, like.

Feed the rescue animals and the whatnot? But also akwardly talk about feelings and all that and then, you know.

Smooches in front of the birds of prey habitat/house/whatever Lindsay’s got going on for them.

Which he does, because while he is super happy with smooching Geoff and all that they did just meet.

Might be a good idea to see if they like one another while not involved in potentially deadly situations and all that.

So the whole long distance relationship for a while? Phone calls and video calls and virtual dates. Well, one, before they break down lauging at how ridiculous it kind of is?

Ryan taking a few days for himself and heading back to the gas station/garage/diner/whatever for a few days and actual dates. (Plus smooches and fade to black scenes because woo-hoo, in the SIMs vernacular.)

And then!

Geoff being :(((((((((((((((((((((( because things are great between him and Ryan?

But werewolf and he loves his pack, assholes that they are, but he misses Ryan because he smells real nice and he’s got that soothing/beloved heartbeat and all this other stuff that would super creepy in a different context because what the fuck, but because werewolf it’s just really sweet.

ANYWAY.

Ryan’s like, “Hmmm,” like he hasn’t been talking to Lindsay - and Jack - about getting a place out there.

Because the whole thing of him being in IT for a day job and working from home, and wouldn’t you know it there’s a nice little house/cabin-thing out by the gas station/garage/diner/whatever.

Other side of the lake where Jack and the Lads have cabins/whatevers and cozy and shit and enough room for two, if Geoff feels like moving in???

Takes Geoff on a little walk around the lake while he’s there for weekend or something, stroll right on up to that house/cabin-thing and mentions something about what a great view of the lake it must have in the morning?

Geoff’s like, hmm, yeah, because sure why not? Kind of sad because Ryan’s supposed to leave in the morning and it’s getting harder and harder to say goodbye when he leaves?

And then Ryan’s going up the steps, wiping dust/whatever off the windows to look inside and Geoff’s like.

“Uh, maybe don’t do that?” because wow, no?

The owners are never around have been trying to sell it for years, but still, you know?

Ryan looking back at him all ??? because why not?

Geoff a little annoyed as Ryan just keeps on being obllvious about what a bad idea all that poking around the house/cabin thing is until Ryan’s like >:DDDDDD and pulls out a key to unlock the front door and walks on in.

Geoff being !!! before following him, still confused as he follows Ryan around inside until he realizes he can smell Ryan.

Like.

All over the place inside, scent a few days old and he’s like “What the f - “ as he checks the place out.

Realizes all the cardboard boxes around the rooms aren’t dusty at all, have Ryan’s scent and handwriting all over them.

Turns to see Ryan standing there trying to look like a smug bastard?

But he smells nervous, and he’s projecting awkward as hell and just.

“Ryan?”

Ryan and a nervous laugh and telling Geoff that the rent on his place is way overpriced and he doesn’t like his neighbors all that much. (Mutual kind of thing, but no need for Geoff to know about that.)

Babbles on for a bit before he gets to the part about Lindsay and Jack helping him look for a place out here. Ryan packing up his life and dropping it all off here a few days ago.

Figured things with Geoff were going well enough he was ready to do something about it.

And if things don’t work out, it’s not like he can’t just move somewhere else afterwards, you know? Just getting by where he was living and potential for something good here with Geoff and the others if he took a risk, and -

“Geoff?”

Geoff just staring at Ryan like Ryan doesn’t fucking know - good? bad?? indifferent??? - and then he’s being tackled, the two of them hitting the floor hard because idiots, but, you know.

Geoff laughing and smooching him - and also calling him an idiot and an asshole and -

“Wow, Geoff, wow,” because hurtful words and Ryan’s delicate heart and Geoff just.

Shaking his head and this fond look and Ryan’s laughter trailing off as he looks at Geoff.

Old asshole, sure, but he’d got some good traits in there too. (Everyone says so.)

“Asshole,” Geoff says, and there’s this...his voice doesn’t break, he’s not a fucking adolescent, but there’s a lot of emotion in there, and then there’s some smooching to keep Ryan from making fun of him, which Ryan was kind of angling for anyway, so it’s all good.

#ragehappy #ramwood #jeremavin #(background)#werewolf aus #idiots in lurve #prompt fill #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#Anonymous

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mysaldate · 5 years ago

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(UM seduction methods anon here) Im in awe over how much you write for so many character, every day! Do you have any hc on how they live? (where they live? living conditions?) BUT please dont push yourself or anything either!

Thank you so much for worrying about me! I’m simply trying to do my very best for all of you! And thank you also for such wonderful and original requests!

The living conditions of the Upper Moons headcanons

Daki&Gyuutaro

This one will be short since we know quite a lot about them. They’ve lived in the red lights district for their whole lives. In the streets and usually with little more than just their clothes on but they had each other.

They stayed in even after they became a demons. No surprise, there’s plenty of food and nobody will really care if a couple girls disappears.

They don’t have separate rooms of course. These two are literally inseparable so of course they wouldn’t bother with something like that. There’s nobody to tease them about it either since people are not aware of there even being two of them and as for their fellow demons, those just don’t care. Except maybe for Douma but he wouldn’t tease them about it.

We got to see their room so there’s not much to be said about the decorations either. Daki is a stylish girl and she likes to show it off even in the way she sets up their room – even if nobody much gets to see it.

Kaigaku

He never really had much of a home per say. He became an orphan at a young age (if he wasn’t abandoned as a baby already) and then was chased out of Gyomei’s temple as well. Jigoro took him in but unfortunately enough, that relationship didn’t really work out either. Strangely enough, he felt most at home when he was outside, travelling from one mission to another.

After he became a demon, he stayed with Kokushibou for a short period of time but that was just before Muzan approved of his existence. After that, he had to find his own territory – which wasn’t really too hard anyway. He picked a run-down old house as his shelter from the sun for the day but he didn’t really care much how it looked, at least not at first.

It’s not that he wouldn’t like company but there’s not really anyone to share his place with. Humans wouldn’t hang out with him, other demons literally can’t. Other Upper Moons won’t.

He first didn’t care at all how the place looked but after some time, he decided that since he didn’t have anything to do during the day anyway, he could at least try to decorate the place a bit. So while the sun is up, he does little things inside, like sweeping the floors or painting the walls. He even learnt to sew to make curtains. And at night, when he’s not out hunting, he does other reparations. Even he is surprised by how much fun he can have, giving the place a personal touch.

Gyokko

Being an artist, it’s not unlikely that he lived in an open, arid room before he became a demon. Lots of sunlight too. And occassionally, a companion or two but those never really stuck around for long. His place was filled with various unfinished art pieces.

Now that he’s a demon, he can’t have the luxury of a sunny appartment. His pots, however, work as a little pocket dimension so that’s an upgrade? Of sorts? It doesn’t really have a set shape either, it’s a little bit like Nakime’s Infinity Fortress but shapeless, like the walls are made of water or another liquid and constantly change form.

He lives with plenty of goldfish. The entire place is nearly filled with aquariums of various shapes and forms. You know how people make mazes for hamsters, guinea pigs or even cats? Well, those are nothing when compared to the lengths Gyokko goes to for his fishies. It’s not just glass, coloured or plain, either. Sometimes he would use the nichirin blades or pretty hairpieces of his victims’ to decorate the elaborate fishtanks as well. If a human ever strays in, it’s the last thing they say.

Gyokko LOVES decoration. Aside from his fishtanks, he has numerous statues, paintings and just about everything else you can think of. Both handmade and stolen. For his handmade art, he usually uses bodies or bodyparts of his victims, possibly their blood too. It serves both as an artpiece and a food reserve just in case he ever gets to a position where he’s forced to starve. Surprisingly enough, his pots are great at preserving things. Oh, and let’s not forget about the amount of detail he puts to the exterior of his pots!

Hantengu

Back when he was a human, he didn’t really have a home, naturally. He couldn’t afford it. And most people wouldn’t let him stay more than one night, chasing him out often with sticks and stones. He had to travel all the time and preferably somewhere far away where the rumors about him didn’t reach yet. Due to this, he becomes restless when he has to spend a long time in one place.

Now, as a demon, he also doesn’t stay in one place all the time. He usually sneaks in a house, kills the family and stays there for a few days before moving on to the next one. Some of his other personalities, namely Sekido and Karaku, find this a little useless and bothersome but they wouldn’t really fight him on it.

Speaking of whom, his other personalities split when they have time to be alone as well, taking care of him and the house. It’s a great way to keep him safe as well since at least one of them is always on guard for possible intruders. They get along... somewhat well. There are the usual conflicts between Sekido and the others. Karaku is careless about their cover, Yoroko likes to make pranks on them and Aizetsu tends to lock himself in his room for hours on end. Poor Sekido is left with the task of housework, making sure they don’t get discovered too soon, acting as the voice of reason... and he still has to go out hunting and stay on guard when it’s his turn.

Yoroko likes decorating stuff and Karaku loves to watch him but their taste is strange to everyone but them. Surprisingly enough, Hantengu as well as Aizetsu both can actually create rather beautiful tapestries and Zohakuten sometimes paints when Sekido is just too done with the three useless dorks.

Nakime

She used to be your typical hikikomori. Nakime spent all her time in her room, with nothing but a pile of books and her biwa. It wasn’t a big room either. While her room did have windows, she prefered them covered and read in the light of an oil lamp. As expected, it wasn’t too good for her eyes...

She lives in the Dimensional Infinity Fortress now. A place she can fully control and knows everything about, one that bends to her will and where she can transport anyone anywhere at any time, just as she wants. The only exception seems to be Muzan who comes and goes as he sees fit (at least until the current arc but y’all already know how I feel about that). It’s not that she minds it, she still knows where and when he enters and leaves and even if she didn’t, it’s not like he would ambush and kill her for no reason (right?).

Despite providing rooms specifically suited for the Upper Moons, she much enjoys her solitude. Even when they’re in and she has to keep an eye on them (I’m sorry, I’ll stop with the puns now), she keeps her distance. Try to annoy her, or even just seek her company, and you will mercilessly get thrown out. An exception, again, is Muzan. He doesn’t live there with her though and only seeks her out when he has work for her to do.

Decoration of the rooms varies greatly, mostly based on what are they used for. Most of the Fortress is not decorated since Nakime sees no reason to waste time and effort on that. However, there are special parts that deserve special attention. Just as an example, there’s Muzan’s upside-down lab, Douma’s lotus pond, that traditional japanese area Kokushibou first appeared in... And of course, the execution platform that’s now decorated with the red of the Lower Moons’ blood.

Akaza

Again, we have a very good canon idea about his life as a human. First living with his father and then spending some time in the streets, he eventually ended up staying at Keizo’s house, taking care of Koyuki. He had his own room there too but it didn’t really matter because he spent most of his time by Koyuki’s side anyway. Rumor has it he dragged his futon to her once when she was having a nightmare and never moved out until she got all better.

He’s pretty much a street rat as of now, looking for challenges and new foes to fight for the most part. During the days, he usually stays still outside, in dense forests or deep caves. He’s not particularly picky. Sometimes he stays there during the night too, setting up a campfire and waiting for someone to wander close. For some reason, he doesn’t really like cities, especially during the festival season.

So yeah, he lives alone. At least usually he does. It’s not all that rare for Douma to find and bother visit him. He doesn’t want company. Getting attached would make him weak. The more people you care about, the easier it is to take advantage of you.

The only thing he cultivates in his surroundings is his own body. No, I’m not talking about the tattoos, though those certainly are a decoration as well. Rather, it’s his muscles and strength. However, he still prefers to have some manners over raw power, hence why he keeps refusing Douma’s more than generous offers to hunt down some girls together even if that could make him stronger.

Douma

Grew up in the temple in the forest. High up on a mountain overlooking a small town, it’s not a place with the most access to society. But cults are usually like that. When he was about three years old, his father planted two magnolia trees in the courtyard so that the place is a little more lively and the trees can grow tall to provide lots of shade in summer since the sun could be quite annoying. If only he knew...

Loyal as he is, Douma stays at the temple even now. He had it expanded a little and even had a lotus pond build right behind his room so he can calm his thoughts at least a bit after every session. He used to need it more than he does now, especially since he now also has the one made by Nakime that is way better and more spacious.

Canonically, there is at least one temple servant staying with Douma at the temple. But honestly, it wouldn’t be quite like him to satisfy himself with a single person. There’s probably a number of people taking care of the place, both temple servants and maidens. They also serve as a source of entertainment and possibly even as a last-resort snack just in case. There also used to be Kotoha and Inosuke for a short period of time but well...

While he is quite childish and it might sound just like him to go overboard with decorating stuff, that’s not entirely true. Really, the most he has is the skull closet with engraved golden door. That and the pot in which he planted Kotoha’s head but that one is a gift from Gyokko so it doesn’t really count.

Kokushibou

As with most of them, we were blessed with enough info on Kokushibou’s, or rather Michikatsu’s, homes. Growing up a samurai, he never had time to spare, little to no friends and a bride who was most likely found for him without him having any say in it, it’s really not that much of a surprise he would elect to leave it all behind and become a demon slayer since it gave him significantly more freedom.

Even as a demon, not much have changed. During the day, he stays at a mansion like the samurai lord he is, and at night, he goes out to hunt down the pests in the area, more often than not treating himself with a bountiful feast while he’s at it. He also has a room in the Infinity Fortress but like the majority of the Upper Moon demons (actually everyone but Douma), he enjoys his solitude way more.

He has a few servants at the mansion. Ones that get replaced every once in a while when they mysteriously disappear. But the salary is high enough to let any major rumors die out in a blink (I know, I promised, I’m sorry) so the most he has to deal with are whispers about him overworking his servants to the point where they rather abandon the money and run away under the cloak of the night.

You would probably find the house eerily plain but he’s used to it. The backyard is where he spends most of his time aside from his room and those two are the only actually decorated places in the house. And they’re still kept neat and practical for the most part. He rarely has anything that wouldn’t serve a purpose, both when it comes to items and people.

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crimesketched · 5 years ago

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( crystal reed, she / her, female ) is that MADISON LOVEMORE walking into shipwreck lee’s? the THIRTY year old FORENSIC ARTIST / PHOTOGRAPHER is known to come through here for lunch. they remind me of CHARCOAL STAINED FINGERS, CLEVER EYES FROM THE SUNLIT CORNER OF A CAFE, AND FIREFLIES & CONSTELLATIONS IN SUMMER. if you ask around, you’ll hear that they have been around for ONE MONTH and can be OVER-FORGIVING and OBSERVANT. they live by SHADY GLEN, but with the summer rolling in, you’ll find them hanging around the carnival. / oliver, 21, est, they/them

THE STORY

– born in a small town outside vancouver, bc to a pretty normal middle class family. one brother two years younger than her and her parents. she had your typical childhood, just your typical bumps that come with puberty and growing up.

– she grew up sketching a lot in her pre-teens and frankly… was not that good at it. but she kept at it and it developed into a pretty Big Talent !! she started gravitating toward people eventually, finding it challenging and full-filling. soon it was more strange to find madison without a sketchbook than with one.

– went to nyu for fine arts ; luckily had supper supportive parents that let her LOL. learned a lot about painting, acrylic and oil, though sketching and drawing remained her first love. she took to the bustling cities, sitting in cafes and sketching anyone and everyone ( in a non-creepy way, she promises ).

– middle of her sophomore year, her friend met this super hot guy at a bar but never got his name or anything. and well… that’s where the story really starts. madison figured hey, why not give it a try and that was her first time sketching from a description. and it turned out pretty spot on.

– from there, things spiraled out of control. parent of a friend of a friend heard some things and next thing she knew, she was shadowing a forensic artist at the nypd and adding a second major in anatomy.

– her nyc connections served her well, and after graduation she was one of the nypd’s freelance forensic artists. she’s been working her way up ever since then, establishing herself as one of the best. she recently got her professional license a few years ago and is superrrrrr pumped about it.

– her grandmother recently passed away, leaving her the historic house in port harbour. she returned around mid-april to clean it out and take care of it. in the meantime she has been living there and picked up some work where she could with the local police station. she’s.... liked the small town more then she thought she would and her return to new york has since been delayed.

MISC

– she still has a sketchbook with her like… always. carries this worn leather messenger bag to hold it and all the pencils and charcoal she’ll ever need. definitely still in the habit of sitting in cafe and drawing random people. it keeps her skills sharp. sometimes has friends drill exercises with her where they describe a random person in like a stock photo to her. she thinks it’s fun…

– she paints too!! but those are just in her apartment. i imagine her apartment to be really sunny, lots of plants, and just half-finished canvases of every size just… everywhere. uhhhh. with the house in port harbour i imagine she’s working on a studio. u know things are getting Real when she starts making her studio.

– has a little freelance business!! mostly just commissions but occasionally someone will actually sit for her like they did in olden days lmao

– though being a sketch artist is her favorite part of her work, she also occasionally works with digital software to recreate crime scenes and does some work with facial recognition.

– near photographic memory tbh…

– her other side gig was shooting games for the rangers when she was in nyc. her college best friend’s dad is the lead photographer for the team and was able to get her an in. it’s a nice change of pace and she enjoys the challenge of trying to capture things so quickly. keeps her mind sharp. her younger brother also plays in the nhl. probs the rangers bc we love a good brother and sister duo. that’s not really relevant but i’m including it anyway.

PERSONALITY

madison is like,,, the epitome of her last name lovemore lmao. she will give anyone and everyone the benefit of the doubt and hands out second ( and third… and fourth… ) chances like they’re free. it’s gotten her heart broken a lot as you can imagine. she doesn’t forget but she does forgive. but she’s also super resilient at the same time ?? she tries not to take things to heart and is very much the type to like spend the 24 hours after a break up crying and eating ice cream while wine drunk and then is fine…

she tries her best to be kind though and to let people make their own impressions on her. but like ? double-edged sword too ? she also doesn’t really care if you’re famous. she’s also a good listener and has been told she’s a reassuring presence ??? which definitely helps with the one aspect of her job where she does occasionally have to work with people who are pretty traumatized.

OOC

hey guys !! i’m oliver ( 21, est, they/them ). madison is not a new muse, but i haven’t been able to play her as much i would like so i look forward to developing her further.

#porth:intro

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bubble-tea-bunny · 6 years ago

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a painted lady

[carol danvers x reader]

author’s note: i started watching iasip and it’s so funnyyy i love it so much. anyway, here’s something short and sweet for my girl carol. hope you enjoy <3

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Spring announces its arrival with the melting of the snow and the crisp mornings which give way to a sunny afternoon and a gentle breeze not nearly as harsh as the winter gusts that makes cheeks flush and stings the sensitive skin. Warmer weather begins popping up on the forecast. The days grow longer. The flowers bloom. There are many telltale signs to the changing of the season, but this year, they’re joined by a rare spectacle that has become the main topic for news stations and strangers making small talk in the coffee shops or at bus stops.

Channel 2 is on mute, but Carol hasn’t bothered un-muting it or even looking at the screen, since the view outside the bedroom window is exactly the same. Butterflies flutter past the glass in great numbers, taking their time with the plants on the front lawn. The neighbors’ houses aren’t bound to be any different, nor would anywhere else in town really. Seeing butterflies isn’t out of the ordinary when spring is approaching, but what is out of the ordinary is just how many there are. They’re everywhere.

Carol catches the sight of orange wings with black bands on them, and speculates aloud. “Monarchs?” To an outside observer, it might appear as though she’s asking this to thin air.

“No. Painted ladies,” you respond from the ensuite bathroom. After you’ve combed the tangles out of your hair, you set the brush down and walk back into the bedroom. “A little smaller than monarchs.”

Carol hums in acknowledgment, and takes a few more seconds to study the bright swarm before she lets her hand drop and the curtain shifts back into place. She turns around and grins when she sees you across the room putting on your watch. You’re wearing your usual lip color today: a bold red shade that brings out your eyes. “You’re a painted lady.”

That color hadn’t always been a staple in your makeup routine, and Carol has the sneaking suspicion it had found its way there after she had mentioned how much she liked it on you the first time she saw you in it. You’d been so unsure of it then, but she genuinely liked it. While she had told you as much, she’s sure you also could tell by the sincerity in her voice and the earnestness on her face. Not that it’d be difficult for you pick up on what she is thinking. You read people like books and she’s your favorite novel, one you know from front cover to back.

Even at this distance, you notice her gaze lowering to your lips and you roll your eyes but you’re smiling too. “I guess I am.”

Carol had closed the gap between you as you made your comment, and she leans in close. You’re about to take a step back and tell her At least give it a minute! but it’s too late. She steals a kiss and laughs at your expression of playful incredulity.

“It hasn’t even dried down!” You reach up to wipe the bit of lipstick that had transferred to her mouth, then grab the compact on the dresser to check if you would have to re-apply any on yourself.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s what you say every day.”

“Well, it’s true.” She shrugs matter-of-factly.

And you can never even fake being irritated for too long. Once you’ve confirmed that your lipstick is finally completely dry and transfer-proof, you kiss her. This one lasts a little longer, and she meets you with equal enthusiasm. She smells the lavender perfume you wear—every morning, two small spritz, in the soft spots behind your ears. By now, she has your routine memorized, but that’s no surprise because you’re her favorite book too.

The butterflies are immortalized in a small piece you create for your art class. You wave it off as nothing special, but just as with every other instance Carol has had the opportunity to see your finished art sitting on the easel, oils still setting and your familiar signature with its trademark loops and elaborate flourishes (“My signature is not that fancy!”) tucked away in a corner, she shakes her head and says, “It’s amazing.”

You stand side by side, surveying the canvas like you’re in a museum studying a painting on the wall. You’re mulling it over, considering her compliment and staring at the butterflies and she’s right, you think. It’s not so bad at all. You can’t help smiling because of how supportive she is, has been, and would continue to be, for it’s in her nature to pick you up when you’re down, and a warmth bubbles in your chest.

“Thanks.”

Carol’s watched your artistic endeavors from the sidelines, which she has been happy to do. She doesn’t have much to complain about when she has the front row. As such, when you come home one day and ask if she’d help you with your newest project, her brows raise at the unexpected request.

“I don’t know how much help I can be, but sure. What is it?”

“I need a model.”

Her eyes light up and her grin is big. “How should I pose? Maybe something dramatic?” She rests her wait on one foot and juts out her hip, setting her hand on it and angling her head slightly downward so as to look up at you in mock seduction. “Or maybe something fancier?” She stands back up straight and reaches over to grab an apple from the fruit bowl, then holds it up as if scrutinizing it closely, her other arm folded neatly behind her back.

You laugh at the various poses she strikes, and she breaks character quickly, laughing as well. “No, nothing like that, although that would be pretty fun.” You take a deep breath as you calm down. “I’ll have to get back to you on pose ideas. I’m not really sure what mood I’m trying to go for here. The prompt was really vague.”

“But that’s good right? More open avenues.” Carol sets the apple back down and leans back against the counter with crossed arms.

“It is, but it can be overwhelming too… The key is just to let the inspiration come to me. If I try too hard to come up with ideas, I might just get more frustrated than anything else…”

While waiting for this inspiration, you fill your time with sketches, thumbnail drawings of people in motion and positioned this way and that. You also draw Carol quite a bit. It’s your warmup for when you move onto the real piece, and if she hadn’t noticed whenever you stared before, she definitely does now, catching your eyes as you look up at her then back down at your sketchbook.

You draw her over and over again, pages of your sketchbook filled with her face at different angles and wearing various expressions. Even if the drawings are hasty, the care behind each is apparent. You ache to understand every detail, the natural sway of her hair as she turns her head whenever you call her name; the crinkle of the corners of her eyes when she flashes you a wide smile; the high points of her cheeks that catch the sunlight just right. And Carol peers over your shoulder at these pictures and she knows exactly what you are trying to do and she understands that you don’t just see with your eyes. You see with your hands.

One slow morning you’re doing it again, sketchbook in your lap and pencil in hand. Carol’s still laying down, drifting in and out, her body trying to cling to the last bits of sleep but she can’t tune out the scribbling and scrawling and the erasing. She’s not mad about it though; she probably shouldn’t be trying to sleep this late into the day anyway. So she rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow to look at you better—you’re sitting cross-legged facing her, which means she can’t see the page.

“How many times is this now?” she asks to break the silence.

You glance up at her but don’t answer immediately, your eyes tracing the line of her jaw, which you then replicate on the paper. “I dunno. Haven’t been keeping count. But I need to make sure I get everything… perfect…” You trail off, enamored with your task.

The fact is, you don’t draw many people. Portraits aren’t your forte, and that’s the main reason you’ve had to draw Carol as many times as you have before you take out your paints. Still, she can’t resist teasing. “You’ve never drawn me before this, have you?”

“No…” More scribbling.

“This isn’t quite playing out like those romance movies where the artist draws their partner all the time.” She tries to sound disappointed, but it falls apart the moment you look at her with a raised brow, and she cracks a grin.

“Since when have you wanted one of those storybook romances?” you shoot back, playing along.

“Hm…” She purses her lips pretends to be deep in thought. “Ever since you started drawing me I guess. I have to admit, it’s flattering, and you make me look good.”

You chuckle. “While by this point I’m confident I could draw you from memory, drawing from reference is always better.” You grow quiet again, presumably putting the finishing touches on your newest study, then set it off to the side as you turn your attention back to Carol. “And for the record, I only draw what I observe, so if anything, you make you look good, not me.”

Carol’s not one for bashfulness, but there’s something about your tone and how you look at her that prompts her to avert her gaze as she suddenly finds the white bedsheets very interesting. She only ever reacts like this to compliments when they come from you because you’re the artist and you can find the beauty in everything so when you say that you found it in her, well, that’s the highest honor, isn’t it?

Her eyes slide back up and you’re grinning because you know what your words can do to her. You want her to love herself like she loves you. Plus, you won’t lie: you like having this power. Shy Carol is a rare sight (and a sight, she would tell you, is reserved solely for you).

Deciding the space between you is too great, you crawl forward into Carol’s bubble to kiss her and she welcomes you because really, her bubble’s got enough space for two.

When you paint, you tie your hair into a bun and use paintbrushes to hold it in place. Carol won’t admit it but she really likes when you do that. You also change into clothes you don’t care about getting dirty, like a ragged and flimsy shirt with loose threads and a pair of sweatpants with holes. They’re well-used and paint-stained, much like the plastic storage cabinets in your art room.

The designated art room of the house is organized chaos, but there’s a certain charm to it. It’s the physical manifestation of all the ideas you have in your head, and Carol feels privileged that she’s able to take a peek into your mind via the drawings taped to the walls and the sketchbooks stacked on the desk. It’s the room with the largest windows and she’s not surprised you’d created more butterfly paintings since the first one; you can see them all the time.

She’s seeing them right now from the glass sliding door leading to the backyard. It’s dark out, but a few painted ladies remain exploring, not yet ready to turn in for the night. Her cup of coffee has been empty for a few minutes now, and her attention only shifts when she hears your footsteps padding through the hallway.

“You okay?”

It’s late and the darkness always seems to warrant lowered voices. Your enquiry is gentle and fatigued, and Carol turns to look at you rubbing your eyes, an attempt to fight off sleep but that’s a losing battle.

“Yeah,” she replies, speaking quietly in turn. You join her in staring outside. “There’s been so many of those butterflies.” While the painted ladies have been around for a few weeks now, she, as well as many others in town, still like to reiterate the peculiarity of the occasion. The subject hasn’t gotten old, and it might not anytime soon. It’s too special to gloss over that easily.

You hum and smile sightly, and Carol spots it in the reflection on the glass. Then you tell her you’re going to clean up and go to bed. You sound faraway, evidence of sleep finally taking over, and she grins as she nods okay. She kisses you quickly and says good night.

As for her, she lingers for a short while before following your lead, taking her time washing her mug and setting it on the drying rack where it would be ready for the next day. One of your sketchbooks is on the dining table, so she picks it up and walks to your art room to return it. The only light on in the house is that in the bedroom, visible through the crack at the bottom of the door, but she needs none to find her way to her destination.

The moonlight pouring in from the windows is enough to illuminate the canvas sitting on the easel. After Carol sets the sketchbook down with the others, she walks over to inspect your current work in progress. It’s not finished, but you’ve completed enough of it that she recognizes herself staring back, and she understands that you don’t make paintings; you make mirrors.

This is your final draft, she realizes. It’s the culmination of all your studies, in which you’ve enshrined the planes of her face on paper and on canvas and in your mind because your soul will live forever and you carry the thought of her like a rabbit’s foot tucked into your pocket.

One of your sketchbooks is open on the desk next to the easel, and she picks it up so she can see the page more clearly. It’s from the morning you’d drawn her while in bed, the picture she hadn’t seen at the time. This is the reference you’re using. She’d been wondering why you hadn’t yet gotten back to her about pose ideas, or announced that you’d be starting the final piece so she’d better clear her Saturday to be your model. She just assumed you wanted more time to practice and to settle upon the perfect pose for the mood you wanted.

And the perfect pose, it would seem, was no pose at all. Carol’s posture in the drawing and the painting is relaxed, half her body concealed by the bedsheets she’d struggled to untangle herself from that morning (they’d just been so comfortable). She’s propping herself up on her elbow and the hand of her other arm rests atop the blankets. Her eyes stare directly ahead, like she’s watching the viewer, and even she’s unable to deny the sense of intimacy this affords. It makes the viewer an active participant rather than a mere observer, which appears to be your goal—you want the viewer in your shoes. You want them to feel what you feel.

Carol’s eyes switch back and forth from the sketchbook to the canvas, comparing the details. The painting is still missing a date and signature, but they’re present in the drawing, at the bottom and off to the side so as to be non-invasive. There’s a title too, in quotation marks: My Favorite Place. Her chest blooms with warmth and her lips curve in a fond smile. You want the viewer to feel at home.

There’s a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, an inexplicable mix of heaviness like there’s something there and an airiness like she’s about to sprout wings and lift off from the ground. Her heart wrenches hard enough she swears it might shatter—for you, always for you. She loves you with every bone in her body and perhaps the town’s influx of extraordinary visitors these last few weeks has been her doing because every time she thinks of you, she gets butterflies.

#captain marvel x reader #captain marvel imagine #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #captain marvel #carol danvers #marvel imagine #bubble-tea-bunny

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sraawrats · 6 years ago

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🦇🎃Kana’s Halloween Hangover Rec List🎃🦇

Love Halloween? Not ready for it to be over? No worries! Old and new, these are some of my favorite spooky, suspenseful, and supernatural Kylux reads--perfect for drawing out your favorite month a little longer!

which is 100% why i’m posting this on november 1st, definitely not because i didnt manage to finish it before yesterday. nope, not at all

My Baby’s a Devil in the Bedroom | @callmelyss

- E - 4/5 chapters, 14 645 words - “Oh, obviously.” Kylo let out a shaky laugh and ran both hands through his hair. “Wait, no, you’re serious. You’re a fucking demon.”

“Well, yes, not to put too fine a point on it.” Hux smiled, clearly pleased with himself at the joke. “Or more accurately, I’m a succubus. A sex demon.”

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Kylo has an unusual squatter. He's pretty fine with it. -

This fic is seriously amazing. It’s a super fun idea, the dialogue is hilarious, and it perfectly balances the sweetness and humor with angst/intrigue. Plus, I’m absolutely taken with snarky, smug, candy-tasting succubus Hux <3 <3

strange phenomenon | @brawlite, @kyluxtrashcompactor

- E - 8/8 chapters, 65 756 words - Kylo Ren is haunted by recent tragedy. He answers an ad posted by one Armitage Hux for a roommate, and he thinks a fresh start will help him begin to heal. He brings next to nothing with him from the past when he moves in.Or so he thinks. -

This fic is wonderfully suspenseful, and perfect if you’re looking for something to keep you on the edge of your seat. I also had a lot of Han feels when reading this one. Overall it’s just really nicely well-rounded with heartfelt and genuine characterizations, good spooks, and some searing sexual tension.

Something Wicked | @marlonbookcase

- G - 7/7 chapters, 22 514 words - Kylo and Armitage have been friends since they were kids. Now in university, they run a semi-popular YouTube channel called "London Below" where they investigate all sorts of haunted and paranormal happenings in and around London and try to answer the question, are ghosts real? When they take on the mysterious and tragic case of the Pendle Witches, they come face to face with the spirit world in a way they never have before. Will they make it out of Pendle alive? Are ghosts real? And most importantly, does Armitage return Kylo's affections? -

I love Buzzfeed Unsolved. I love Kylux. I love this fic. A lot. As it says in the description, it’s not an exact Unsolved AU, but it really captured the format/feel of the “paranormal investigator” genre, so if you’re a fan of that, you’ll love this. Bonus points for some mutual pining and sugary fluff 👀👀

Second Spring, First Fall | @huxandthehound

- T - 5/? chapters, 7 018 words - Nothing brings people together quite like the holidays. Well, maybe not Halloween... After a scare, Hux has to confront his neighbor. Lucky for him, Kylo might be a little sweeter than his tricks let on. -

A cute multi-chap made of Huxloween prompt fills! Lighthearted, but it’s still got that Halloween spirit. Plus I’ve got a soft spot for sweet modern AU Kylo :))

Some Strange and Unnerving Events | @longstoryshortikilledhim

- E - 10/10 chapters, 158 815 words - As a boy in a dreary school on the moors, Kylo Ren had only one friend, a red-headed boy whose sharp tongue and wit drew Kylo to him. But that friend was taken from him. Now grown, Kylo goes into the service of the master of Stormfield Hall, the enigmatic Lord Arkanis, who is seeking a tutor for his charge. Kylo's past will come rushing back to him, both in his new employer and some unusual circumstances that bring to the fore powers that Kylo thought long-suppressed. -

This fic hit me like a ton of bricks. This fic hit me like TWO tons of bricks. Start this one when you’re ready to be feeling it for a few days afterwards. It’s an incredible historical AU with magic and a great murder mystery--it basically pushes, like, all of my buttons. And it’s /genuinely/ spooky, I had to start keeping a light on while I read it. Oh, and it features definitely my favorite Millicent ever. If you’ve got the time for something long, go for this one.

Reach Out in the Darkness | unicornsandbutane

- E - 2/2 chapters, 9 321 words - Having spent a decent amount of time researching the history and folklore of Arkanis, Cadet Hux strikes out one chilly evening in search of some legendary creature that's supposed to be extremely powerful. If the myths aren't true, all he's wasted is time. But, if they are based in some actual fact, then what a boon such an entity would be to his cause. He doesn't know what he will find, but he is prepared for any (absolutely ANY) eventuality. -

Tentacle monster Kylo. I am unapologetic. It’s really good.

Witchfeather | Whatever21ism

- E - 14/? chapters, 16 015 words - Armitage Hux is a new witch trying to establish himself in a new town. One day he goes out seeking a familiar, particularly a cat, somehow instead he ends up with a raven who is much more than they appear to be. -

A favorite of mine! Apothecary witch Hux & his crow familiar Kylo. There’s some really nice worldbuilding and crow Kylo is super cute. Possibly abandoned, but defs worth checking out what’s there & showing the author some love.

First Order Investigations | @mistresseast

- Unrated - series, 3 works, 58 094 words, incomplete - Hux and Phasma have been running First Order Investigations since high school, and Dr. Snoke's metaphysical research graduate program seemed like the perfect opportunity to pursue their interests under the protective umbrella of academia. Unfortunately, that meant allowing Snoke's personal project, a taciturn medium named Kylo Ren, to join their team. Hux and Kylo mix like oil and water, or, more accurately, like fire and gasoline, and Hux is convinced that working effectively with Kylo is absolutely impossible. They hate each other, and Hux is content to leave it that way.

But then, a case in the sweltering heat of South Carolina begins to change things between them, and Hux finds himself questioning not only Kylo's feelings, but his own as well. -

Paranormal Investigator AU of the highest quality. The detail and thought put into each investigation site is incredible. I love this fic to pieces, and if you like ghost stories, you will too.

Undead | @heyktula, @splinteredscript

- E - series, 2 works, 6 855 words, incomplete - They’ve been circling around each other for years. Kylo Ren, the most powerful vampire in Supreme Leader Snoke’s house, and Armitage Hux, the human liaison between the world of mortals and that of eternal darkness. Baiting, taunting, the cord between them growing ever tighter.Sooner or later, one of them is going to snap. -

A lovely and dark vampire AU~~ Gives off some real classic Kylux vibes, and is an absolute pleasure to read :D

Fixer Upper | @irisparry

- T - 5/7 chapters, 10 034 words - When Armitage Hux starts with First Order estate agents, he thinks the house on Alderaan Drive is an insult, a patronising set of training wheels for the new boy. He is ... not correct. -

Adorable haunted house AU! I love both of their characterizations in this one, especially shy, grumpy ghost Kylo~

Hair of the Dog That Bit You | @theweddingofthefoxes

- M - 9/9 chapters, 21 597 words - Ren owns a popular tavern, and Armitage is a respected physician in town and the surrounding villages. Their years-long friendship will survive anything -- even the bite of a werewolf. Won't it? -

Full disclosure, I haven’t actually finished this one-- I have a tendency to get distracted unless I finish something in one sitting, rip. But I remember being SUPER stoked about starting it, and anything by weddingofthefoxes is guaranteed to be a treat, so I’m putting it on here anyway :D tbh now that I’m thinking about it again I’ll probably finish it tonight.

The Eldritch Effect | @generallyhuxurious

- E - 17/17 chapters, 67 899 words - For the last three years Major Donal A. Hux, formerly of the British Army's Parachute Regiment, and Kylo Ren, estranged son of US Defence Secretary Leia Organa, have been tooling around North America investigating "weirdness"- and they're plenty weird themselves. Their latest tip off is leading them towards a haunting in rural Alabama. But first they need to make a stop in Trinity, South Carolina... -

A real goofy Paranormal Investigators AU that I super love (but I also need to catch up on rip). It’s an American Gothic AU, but you don’t need to have any knowledge of the show to follow along (I don’t). It also comes with a series of oneshots set in the universe but outside the main plotline, so when you finish the fic and inevitably want more, you’re covered ;)

blackbird, fly | @acroamatica

- M - 19 265 words - One sunny afternoon in the mountains of Washington state, Ben Organa-Solo walked out into the woods.

He never came home.

Six years later, a journalist specialising in missing-persons cold cases decides to follow his footsteps and see where they might lead. -

This is a sad beautiful horror AU that is very close to my heart. The writing is just gorgeous and the suspense is beautifully done. Also, it about doubled the amount of emotions already attached to the song Blackbird for me (I still get a little heart-squeeze every time I hear it)

what’s real or isn’t | @brawlite

- E - 12/12 chapters, 57 398 words - Hux's new house is not haunted. It isn't. -

Super surreal haunted house AU. There’s also monster sex. This is definitely a staple of spooky Kylux fics :D

How to Kill a Living Thing | hedgerowhag

- E - 10/10 chapters, 25 394 words - It starts like any other horror movie: a young man moves into a strange old house full of relics of the past and becomes haunted by some strange entity. However, Ren doesn't find the monster that he expects. -

This one has got some of the most stunning, spooky visuals I’ve ever read. I could picture every scene and character so clearly. Plus, I love Hux’s characterization--he’s kind of a shit, and it’s beautiful.

Twenty-Six Weeks | @vmprsm

- E (eventually) - series, 4 works, 28 539 words, probably complete - Two mature adults need to do two things: live an a house with a stranger for six months, and keep their secrets to themselves. How hard could that be?

Apparently very. -

The author made a point of trying not to give too much away in the summary/tags, so I won’t either :D I’ll just say it’s one of my favorites, and definitely worth a read if you haven’t already~~

The Brief Wondrous Return of Vampire Boy | @hollyhark

- T - 21 190 words - Two days before Halloween, Hux hears a rumor that Ben Solo is back in town. While Hux does not believe the sensational version-- that his estranged childhood friend/enemy escaped from an asylum and is out for revenge --he is left on edge as to how to proceed. -

One of my favorite Halloween fics; it really encompasses the feel of fall/Halloween but also, like, good ol’ ~teenage bullshit~. There’s a lot of creepy Snoke stuff, some dealing with the fallout, and a nice hopeful ending :))

Ghost Encounters of the Hux Kind | carefulren

- T - 9/9 chapters, 25 610 words - Kylo purchases an old, abandoned house in order to get away from his family. He just wants the chance to be alone for a while, and he considers this house as the start of his new, isolated freedom.

Everything is going as smoothly as possible, until it's not.

Perhaps, Kylo isn't living alone after all.-

A sweet and soft ghost story AU. I adore the ending <3 <3

Spookylux Huxloween 2018 | @nofootprintsinsalt

- T - series, 31 works, 36 896 words, complete - Huxloween 2018 - 31 benarmie fics in 31 days -

A series of benarmie fluff/horror for the Huxloween prompts this year! These were so so fun to read throughout the month and I adore the little universe that develops as they go on :))

Of Our Time | @ezlebe

- E - 15 297 words - “Do you know how many people would think it’s weird you walk around in the day?”

Hux grits his teeth in vain against an uncanny sensation, his own words digging and clawing up his throat to leave behind the taste of blood and bitterness thick on his tongue. “I could care less. I was made this way before there were movies – before fucking Stroker. Call me a demon if it makes you feel better.” -

I only read this really recently, and I was BLOWN AWAY. Seriously, this packs so much into 15k--it’s got feels, it’s got lore, it’s got steamy smut. What more could one ask for?

Shiver The Whole Night Through | @theweddingofthefoxes

- T- 5/5 chapters, 7 977 words - Ren's always loved hunting, so when he's told his paid time off won't roll over into the next year, he decides to take a week, get his gun and rent a cabin in the woods. But it takes no time at all for the hunter to become the hunted. -

This one’s very accurately tagged “Mind Games,” which really made it stand out to me--I do love a good spooky woods story~~

The Ghost Under My Bed | @longstoryshortikilledhim

- E - 19 525 words - Amateur witch, aspiring actor and full-time family fuckup Ben Solo discovers that his house is being haunted. Best part? His very own poltergeist, Armitage Hux, is kinda cute. Worst part? Well. He's dead. -

THIS IS THE SWEETEST GHOST STORY. I love it so so much. The sweetness of their relationship set against the sad backdrop of both of their histories gives this one a really unique feel. And the ending is guaranteed to give you the warm fuzzies <3

aaaand that’s all, folks! Lord, this post turned into a behemoth lmao. I just. really love supernatural stuff. (on that note, if anyone has read/written anything even tangentially spooky/supernatural, feel free to send it my way. I will happily give it a read ;)))

Happy reading! ^_^

#kylux #fic rec #halloween #huxloween #spookylux

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Haven DVD Commentaries; 3.12 - Reunion

Commentary with Gabrielle Stanton (writer for the episode) and Brian Millikin (on set for filming)

GS discusses how sad it is that Claire is dead: Audrey liked Claire quite a bit and it was really sad killing that character; a really fun character. BM: It was sad because we created her to die. We knew that she was going to die at this exact part of the season. GS: She did a great job in this scene. BM: I actually really like Evil Claire. I’m sad that we didn’t get to use more Evil Claire.

BM: This was the very first scene that was shot for this episode [As Claire has a gun to the back of Audrey’s head] because we had shot what this scene follows in episode 11 the night before. So they left everything as it was so we could shoot this.

GS: So we realised this season that Nathan’s preferred manner of entry is to shoot the lock off a door. BM: He does it again later in this episode and I think several times this season. GS: I think next season, he’s not even going to check if it’s locked. He’s just going to shoot it. BM: I just would love to see an episode where we’re just in a room just talking and suddenly ‘bam’ and then Nathan flies in just… GS: … just like, Hey who wants coffee?

BM: This episode is where we really start to say ‘the barn’ at least every other line. GS: If someone tries to make this and the next epsiode into a drinking game around that, they will not make it through the episode.

BM [As we see the guy running into the gym and hiding under the bleachers]: I should say, this was an incredibly difficult scene for us to shoot. GS: I was amazed they found those telescopic bleachers. When I wrote it I was worried we’d never find it. BM: Well, the didn’t work as well as you might think that they would. What you can’t see here is that just off screen there is an army of grips, PAs, myself, everyone we could get, pushing them. They weighed about seven million pounds and wouldn’t go anywhere. GS: Well you guys did a great job because that looked very scary.

BM: We shoot a lot at an elementary school that’s near our sound stages, but this was actually a high school that’s about ten minutes outside of town, where a lot of our crew had gone to high school. So up and down the walls, actually just outside of this gymnasium, are the class photos and prom photos for a lot of the crew.

GS: I love the idea of high school reunions because they are great and awful all at the same time. And we thought wouldn’t it be fun to see a little window into Nathan that we don’t normally get to see. Although I can’t really see him having been friends with any of those people. But I think we decided he was probably a bit of a loner as a kid anyway. BM: You can see from the reunion sign there that we were very careful not to say which class they were actually in, or what year this is taking place. Because when we figured out the timelines we realised this would be like their 17th year reunion. GS: Which is kind of an odd year for a reunion. But then Haven always does things a little differently. BM: But I think the reunion idea works well as well because we wanted Nathan and Audrey to have this little special moment, so there was the idea of, What if they danced together?

[As Duke asks the others where Claire is, there is another comment that it’s sad she’s dead] BM: It might have been nice to mourn her a bit longer GS: There’s no time! Things move quickly in Haven.

BM: But what they’re doing here [with the facial composite that show’s them Arla] is super-exciting because this was one of the first ideas we had for the season. GS: With the skinwalker arc, this season is kind of the first season that we’ve had an overall bad guy to run through the entire season. BM: A big bad. GS: A big bad, so to speak; in Buffy parlance. BM: And we always had this idea of the stiched face. GS: I thought that morph [where Arla puts the face on] worked out great. BM: It did. She actually had a body double who was actually in the make-up to make it look like she had no face, and they both took turns putting that mask on and then they merged it all together. GS: We kind of knew what it was going to look like because Nick Parker, our intrepid writers assistant, is also an excellent artist and drew this representation of how it would look, and we actually have it on the wall in our writers’ room. BM: That is something that we should have put on the DVD.

BM: But this was so exciting because we had been waiting all year to get to the Arla Cogan reveal. We even seeded it back in episode 7 in the wedding photo they found in Colorado. And also seeded back into episode one with the kidnappers voice telling Audrey she wasn’t the only one who loved the Colorado Kid. And in fact I think the reason her name is Arla is because the name was Arla in the book, right? GS: It was. The Colorado Kid’s wife in the book was named Arla. We thought that would be nice for fans who had read the book, to do a little call-back. And actually when you think about it, getting back to the Colorado Kid this season was kind of exciting too because it’s the premise the whole series is based on. And we’d moved away from it for a while, but he’s always there in the background. BM: Yeah we hadn’t touched on it much in the second season so I think that was the goal for this season.

GS: I thought this actress [Jeanine] was great; I loved this character. This was fun to do someone who has a Trouble that is not something you’re going to build a whole episode around, but just kind of a fun Trouble. Because not everyone can have a shoot-lightning-bolts-out-of-my-fingers Trouble. BM: I like that she hits on Duke in this scene. GS: I like that big fruity drink. I can’t imagine that being something that Duke would normally serve. BM: This is a good time to mention the director for this episode, as her name comes up on screen, Lee Rose who has done a number of episodes for us. GS: Yep, she is always fantastic. As we are doing this commentary we are shooting season 4 and she just finished an episode for us.

GS: So this is the first time that any of our characters actually talk to the real Arla. BM: He’s surprised that she looks like Supergirl. She is actually Laura Vandervoort, who is one of the nicest people on the planet by the way. GS: She was great. Because it can be fun but also very hard to play the villan. BM: She was good. And she totally got it. I don’t think she had played many villans before, so I think she was excited about that. And that this wasn’t a typical psychopath because … GS: … she is doing it all for love.

GS: That actually looks like it’s sunny out there. Or is that just lighting. BM: It was - this was late august, which is one of the brief periods of time when it’s not raining in Chester, Nova Scotia. All the crew were in shorts and t-shirts and would go swimming in between setups.

BM [As Laura and Duke are talking at the table in the Gull]: This is an example of how great Laura was and how excited we were to have her. I think it’s a common thing that when you’re not on camera [or only the back of your head is] that you often don’t act quite as much. But she would do it every time. And I remember at one point someone said to her; You know you can take it easy, you don’t have to go for it when you’re not even on screen. But she was like, No I’m doing this. GS: Yeah it’s true because that gives the actor they’re playing with so much more to work with. If someone’s just sitting there phoning it in, it’s really hard to give the best performance you can give. GS: So here Arla is trying to create an unholy deal with Duke. And as we know, Duke can be a shady character, we’re not always sure what he’s going to do. BM: That’s true, and this was a big deal set-up because we play this again in a big way in the season finale, when we’re not quite sure what Duke’s going to do.

BM: This was a big deal episode for Vince and Dave too in that they thrust themselves into the middle of the investigation and we get to see them out and about. With a gun! They werre pretty excited about that. They were actually a bit too excited, Richard and John the two actors. But in the same way when they got to be tortured earlier this season; they were excited about it. BM: While Laura Vandervoort might be the nicest woman on the planet, Adam Copeland is the nicest man on the planet. GS: Absolutely. BM: And this episode he said he realised that something about his role in this episode, he was like; I just come in and tell someone something they need to know about the Guard - and then I leave. Which wasn’t necessarily true but it was because we ended up cutting out another scene.

BM: [As we see Denise lying in the pool of oil from the deep fat fryer] That was actually not real grease. It was some clear plastic that they had to lay down on the floor because they weren’t allowed to spill something there. It was just this one solid piece that they clicked this poor actress into. It was pretty hardcore. And it’s not actually really a kitchen either, it’s a kitchnette in the corner of this room, because the actual kitchen in the shool was too small to shoot in. GS: It’s funny you say that about the grease because when Matt McGuinness and I were doing the commentary for 3.04, when the guy was bleeding out we were commenting that there wasn’t as much blood as we remembered, and now that you say that I remember it was because we were leasing someone’s house to do the shot and we couldn’t put too much ‘blood’ on the concrete because it would soak in and stain it. All these little production things you never think about when you’re watching TV.

BM: That was an important conversation [between Audrey and Nathan in the kitchen] that we just talked through I think. Because we had to justify why they were still investigating this case when Audrey is about to go away in a day or two. So she had to tell him that this is actually what she wants to do. GS: She wants to work. She wants to help people. Audrey’s thing is always; My job is to help the Troubled, so I think she would do that up to the very last minute she was in Haven. BM: And I feel like this one [about not cancelling the dance] was also a super-controversial conversation because they decide to go through with the reunion despite the fact that two people have died. GS: Yeah, but I think we did justify it, because if the killer is after people going to the dance, then … BM: We’re using them as bait. GS: Yeah, basically. BM: We’re endangering the lives of everybody. GS: But it is the only way to draw out the killer. And it is also high-stakes for Nathan because he was a classmate. And I think that’s another reason Audrey stayed with the investigation because she was afraid they would go after Nathan.

[As we see Duke walk up to the locker by the water] BM: This was super-exciting because we had one shot at this. Because as soon as he goes in the water, his hair is going to be wet and we can’t do another take. We had one take. So we had to rehearse, and with the position where Teen Duke comes up in the water so that he comes up in the exact right spot. GS: So did Eric have a wetsuit or anything on under his clothes? BM: No. GS: Good for him! BM: I know. Method actor. Also a really great guy. GS: And no snake was harmed in the making of this show.

[About Nathan’s yearbook photo] BM: By the way, that is a real photo of Lucas Bryant as a kid. GS: Really? BM: I thought for months that he was pulling one on us. But it was really him.

[About the Teen!Duke actor] GS: I thought this guy did a fanatstic job. I totally bought it BM: He was great. GS: And if it hadn’t been episode 12 or whatever, couldn’t you see like two or three episodes where we just had a young Duke walking around. BM: Maybe we could bring him back. Some sort of time travel thing. GS: Oh that’s cool. BM: When we cast him he’d never met Eric before, but they spent like half an hour together, and Eric showed him some of Duke’s mannerisms. GS: Yeah I talked to Eric about that. He called me to suggest it and it was a fantastic idea. It was so nice of him. And it helped to get the mannerisms, the body language, to get the speech patterns right - it really made a huge difference. BM: But there was one huge crisis. We were sending people all over the peninsula of Nova Scotia. Because that time when he and Eric first met each other was a Friday (having cast Jake as Teen Duke earlier that week) and we were due to start shooting on the Monday. And Eric was the one who noticed this, he was like; “Jake’s great, it’s going to be great - one problem; our eyes are not the same colour at all”. Jake’s eyes are not the brown colour that Eric’s are. And so everyone decided that we needed to get contact lenses. And we needed to do it fast and the problem was that it was already 6pm on a Friday and everywhere was closed. So it was a case of telling everyone on the crew to stop what they’re doing and asking if they know an optometrist. And someone’s best friend’s college roommate’s dentist worked at a glasses store once or something, and so they got into this place on the Saturday afternoon to get Jake fitted for contact lenses. And Jake had never worn contact lenses before. And they got made and arrived on Monday only a couple hours late so we had at first to shoot not on his eyes. It was pretty crazy; we almost had to stop production. Or we would have had to VFX it in afterwards. GS: Yeah, paint his eyes in in post - that would have been a nightmare.

[As Jeanine tells Nathan about her Trouble} GS: I love this scene. I love the cake of it all. And yes, part of me wishes I had that Trouble. BM: But it’s what you were saying; we have so many Troubles that we would love to do, but we can’t because … GS: Because they’re fun or silly, or not big enough or not stakesy enough, or we can’t get enough story out of it. BM: Well can we spoil some of those, that we know we’re never going to use? What about the guy who is always feeling light-headed, or seasonal disorder guy …. GS: Wait wait wait - how do you know we’re never going to do that? What, who is seasonal disorder guy? BM: Well I can’t tell you now. Or what about starfish-hands. GS: Oh yeah that I think we will probably never do; the Trouble where all of a sudden someone’s hands turn into starfish. In the writers’ room when we need a temporary curse, that’s our go-to; starfish hands.

BM: I love that Jeanine and Robert end up together at the end, but do you think that they’re just going to eat a lot of cake for the rest of their lives? GS: Well, my thinking of it was that once she actually cut into her own wedding cake, that her Trouble would go away. BM: How did we not get that concept in here? GS: That’s for the sequel.

[As Nathan talks to Teen Duke] BM: This is one of my favourite scenes, because like you wrote in the script, there’s this idea that they start to fall into their old high school pitter-patter of talking and the speed they’re going back and forth. They were great, they got super into it. They got a little too into it and Lee had to tell them that we couldn’t understand what they were saying any more.

GS: Ah, the Teagues! I like that they both have these old Clint Eastwood revolvers. BM: And coming up here is a stunt that Richard Donat had to pull off where he gets clubbed over the head by Dave at the end of the scene. He really did it; there was a mat on the floor for him to fall onto. People were a little concerned, not so much about the fall but because John Dunsworth, who plays Dave, was hitting him with such reckless abandon, with the prop which I think is supposed to be a brass vase, and is made of rubber but is still pretty tough. There, like I’m not sure that was a fake sound effect. But Richard was fine. GS: I thought that moment was fun because I don’t think, hopefully, that anyone saw it coming. BM: No. And we paid this scene off in season 4. GS: We do!

[As Jeanine demonstrates her Trouble] BM: This was very tough to shoot. We had to replace the plate in her hand; she had to stand there holding plates of first carrots and then cake for like 20 minutes.

GS: Audrey looks great when we dress her up.

BM: We filmed too versions of this [where Audrey asks Nathan to dance] and this is the more romantic version where he holds out his hand to her, and I’m really glad this is the one we went with. GS: And that line there was a callback to what Sarah said to Nathan, which is the final decision-making thing for him to go dance with her. BM: Great callback BM: You remember how much we had to go through to get this song? To find a song that worked and that we could get cleared to use. We listened to song after song after song. GS: Yes, we listened to a lot of mid-nineties dance songs here in the writers’ room.

[As we see Robert talking to two others in the corridor] BM: These guys were great. And one of the reasons they were so great together is that all of these actors had worked together in a bunch of plays in Toronto. So they had an instant raport.

BM: You’re about to see one other surprise we had which is that the kid who play Robbie was great, but was also ever so slightly taller than Robert. GS: Ah no one noticed.

BM: This was shot in the actual boiler room of the school. GS: This is much bigger and brighter room than I had pictured. BM: And so this boiler that shoots her in the face, we built ourselves. It was all cardboard.

GS: It would have been fun if Audrey wasn’t immune to the Troubles. We tried to figure out some way that she would turn into a teenager because we thought that would be so fun. But it was not possible. BM: Sometimes the immunity really helps us and sometimes it really hurts us.

BM: There was some controversy as we shot this [the injured Robert lying on the floor] because originally he was on a stretcher, and the EMTs were there, and then someone realised that would mean the EMTs would have to be in on the Troubles because they were going to see all this stuff happening. So that’s why he’s just on the floor here. GS: Oh good point. Although, let’s be honest, the EMTs in Haven have probably seen a lot of stuff.

[As Jeanine is talking to the injured Robert] BM: Ah this is really touching. GS: Yeah I liked this story. Finding true love after all this time.

GS: We spent a long time trying to work out a specific soda, because some of the initial suggestions we then realised hadn’t come out yet in the 80s.

[As Duke turns back to normal] BM: They were very careful there; he was wearing the exact same size wardrobe so that his clothes didn’t change when he did. GS: Yeah I remember we had a lot of wardrobe talks about how that was going to work. BM: And about this scene too [Audrey, Nathan and Duke talking in the Gull] because they’ve all changed clothes. And this obviously is going to be the wardrobe that they are wearing throughout the next episode. GS: Right because there is a lot of running around in the next episode, and so the question was, do we want Audrey in a cocktail dress to have to do everything she has to do in the next episode? BM: And also this is the last moment of calm before the storm so this scene was really heavily scrutinised. Like, what are you going to do if it’s your last night on earth? Like, maybe they would just stay and hangout; play board games. GS: That’s not what I would do on my last night on earth. BM: But they would also want to try and do anything they could to help Audrey.

GS: This was tricky because we don’t do a lot of direct pick-up episodes that are back-to-back time-wise. But this was 11, 12, and 13. And that’s part of what you were talking about earlier, about how we can’t really talk about when the reunion was, because sometimes 9 months will go by when the show is airing but maybe only 5 or 6 days has actually happened across those episodes. BM: Yeah, and there’s almost no time between 10 and 11 also. Which was why we always had to plan from the start of the season how long it was going to be until we got to the Hunter meteor storm. So we had the big board and the season mapped out with the number of days, and we had to keep changing it to make the dates line up. GS: Writers don’t like doing math. We did a lot of math on this season. And if we got any of it wrong, don’t send a letter.

[As Audrey finds Arla in her apartment] GS: This was a tricky scene for them because it was very long, a lot of exposition going on here. And it had the potential to drag. But I don’t think it did. BM: It was a four or five page scene and it’s almost all Arla talking, which is pretty hard to do. This was Laura’s first scene that she shot; we did Claire’s last scene, and then Nathan showed up, and then we did this. She never autioned for the role because she’s a very successful actress so we just asked her if she would do it. So she came in, no one really knew how it was going to go, we were a bit behind that day so there wasn’t any time to even rehearse. So, we shot the first rehearsal and - everyone applauded. She got every single line right, every single word right, and she was phenomenal. I think Emily might have actually hugged her. People were high fiving each other. GS: It’s not easy. I think one of the hardest things for guest actors coming into a series especially is that you’re shooting everything out of order. So, coming in, your first day; you get off the plane, someone puts you in wardrobe, sends you to the set and this is the first scene you have to do. That seems a little daunting. BM: Yeah. And she was struggling even with the hair extensions they put her in. That’s not all her real hair. And she said that every single thing she’s ever done, the first thing anyone ever does is just staple a ton of hair on top of her head. GS: This story of Arla’s Trouble is horrible. But we purposefully constructed it so that, she’s done all these terrible things but you hear the story behind it and you feel a bit sorry for her. BM: Yeah and we had had this in mind since before the season started. We had always been working towards this. And that she would blame Lucy, that she would mistakenly believe that it was all Lucy’s fault. GS: And she has good reason to believe that. BM: Absolutely.

BM: Laura came up to me right before her first take to ask about the scene. And I wasn’t surprised because it’s this 6 page scene and this crazy story, so I was like; Anything, what do you need? And she was like, “It’s just this one line.” So I thought this was going to be a problem because we had carefully parsed out all these details through this scene. But her point was that Arla referred to James and said she loved him, and Laura said she thought Arla would say “love him” because she’s crazy and she still loves him and thinks that he’s out there. And I almost started crying, I was like “You’re my favourite person on the planet.”

GS: The other thing here is that although that is obviously a prop gun and hollowed out, those are heavy. To hold that up for this whole scene. BM: She was great. GS: The best villans are the ones where you can see their point of view. You don’t agree with it, but you can see where they’re coming from.

GS: I love that effect where the barn appears! And every time you see Howard, you know that something huge is going to happen.

GS & BM: Thanks for listening!

#haven syfy #haven dvd commentaries #3.12 - Reunion

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calliopesquill · 6 years ago

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Heidrun - After the Fall

So I’ve been writing some backstory for one of my dnd characters and I thought it might be fun, since some people expressed some curiosity about the character, to post some of it on here.

Let me know what you think!

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Kaia awoke in what had once been a grand council chamber. Now it was a ruin, tiles cracked and melted, pierced and littered with pieces of the chambers above. Four stories of centuries-old timber and stone now opened to the sky. Kaia rolled stiffly onto her back, staring up at the sky with a numb sort of detachment as the events of the last day slowly came back to her. Going to meet her friends in the city. Sneaking out beyond the walls. The scouts. Fire bolts. The attack. Her family, dead. The twang of bowstrings. Her friends falling at her feet. And the white light that had swallowed her whole.

She thought she was dead. By all rights she should have been. But aside from a bit of stiffness, she didn’t even feel any pain.

It was wrong, all of it just so wrong. How could she be here if they were gone? How could the sun be shining, the birds singing in the sky, when her world was ending? She let out a choked sob, curling in on herself, arms wrapped tightly around her knees as if to keep herself from simply shaking apart.

When she ran out of tears to cry, when the trembling finally stopped, the sun was high in the sky. Though she gave brief consideration to simply staying where she was until she joined her family in the afterlife, she knew that she couldn’t do that. They wouldn’t want that for her. So she had to stand.

Grimly she pushed herself upright and took her first real look at what was left of her home.

The destruction had been absolute. Of the castle that had once crowned the hill, there was nothing left but rubble, and the crumbling remains of the stone walls. Of the bodies of those who had perished there, nothing remained.

She built cairns for each of them anyway, gathering fallen stones and pretty pieces of broken tile and shattered glass. One for each face that she had known, and one for all of those she hadn’t.

It was almost nightfall when she said her final prayers over the stones. And then -- knuckles scraped, fingers blistered, and stomach growling -- it was time to consider practicalities. She had discovered the remains of the castle wells under piles of broken stone. The kitchens too had been decimated by the explosion, but a few of the cellars remained intact. She found no trace of flint, nor any other means of starting a fire. Of the bright spark of magic that had filled her before, there was barely an ember, and trying to coax it stronger left her with nothing but a headache. With no means to start a cookfire, there were few options available for food. The small meal of salt beef and a handful of mixed vegetables took the edge off her hunger. She could not afford to eat more until she knew for sure what remained of the food, and what she was going to do next.

But curled up in the shadows of what had once been the library, wrapped in the tattered remnants of a velvet window draping and a century-old tapestry, one thought kept circling through her mind: She should not be here.

The explosion that had decimated the castle had vaporized everyone inside, and from the look of the ruins she had been at the epicenter of the blast. So how in Cobal’s name had she survived? Unless… There was one possibility, one that nagged at her. One impossible possibility. What if she hadn’t been harmed in the explosion because she had been the one who caused it?

But that couldn’t be. She didn’t have that kind of power. Just because she’d managed to cast a few flame bolts in a time of extreme stress did not mean that she had the power to destroy the city. She thought of that moment, the shock and horror and despair, remembered the roaring in her ears, the rising within her before everything faded away.

It couldn’t be.

She slept later than she should have. Exhaustion, both physical and emotional, had taken their toll on her, so the sun was high in the sky when Kaia woke again. The torn scraps of cloth that she had wrapped herself in had provided little cushioning between her and the hard wooden floor, their weight barely protecting her from the night’s chill.

She missed her bed.

It was an absurd thought for such a time, but it was nonetheless true. She missed her bed. Her soft feather mattress and pretty blue quilt. The curtains that kept out the morning chill. She missed breakfast with her parents in the sunny family dining room. The crinkles around her father’s eyes when he smiled, the soft violet scent of her mother’s perfume. She missed the security of knowing what the day would bring. She didn’t know what to do now.

Breakfast, she supposed. Or what she could get of it. And then she would see to her city.

Of the buildings within a half-mile of the castle, nothing but rubble and shards of broken timber remained. She started to the east, to what had once been home to one of the city’s craftsmen’s districts. Evvy’s family had lived here, Kaia recalled. Her family home, her father’s workshop, was now a burned-out ruin, along with three of its’ neighbours. Of Evvy’s mother and father, Kaia found no trace. She could not say whether or not this was a blessing.

It took days to recover the bodies. The streets outside were empty, littered with weapons and pieces of armour, shadows burned upon the walls, but nothing left of those who had owned them. But inside the buildings… well that was a different story. There were too many to bury individually, and of some she could find only pieces. The best that she could do was gather them together in mass pyres. It was not their way, not in the modern cities, but she had few other options. Block by block she lit each blaze with flint and oil from the abandoned houses, whispering a prayer for the fallen. She wished she had known all of their names. It would have been impossible. Heidrun had been a city of almost eighteen thousand people. So she said her goodbyes to the ones that she had known, heart heavy with the knowledge that this was all she could do for them.

There were enemies alongside friends here, and Kaia made a point of keeping the invaders’ bodies separate from her people’s whenever she could. They should not have to share a pyre with their murderers.

It seemed never-ending, but she continued street by street, quarter by quarter. Through the square where she met her friends whenever she could sneak away. Past the streets of Steel and Silk, and Bakery Row. Fires still smouldered in the lower city, the battered wooden buildings burned to the ground. Even the university had not been spared, the heavy doors and white stone walls scarred by blade and scorch marks. An unfamiliar symbol had been carved into one of the inner doors -- perhaps a last-ditch effort to defend the school. But even their magic hadn’t saved them.

Walking through the now-empty halls was its own small nightmare. This was a place that was never meant to be empty. There had always been people when she’d come here, running between lectures, debating over some obscure bit of lore or precedent. Now there was nothing but the sound of glass cracking beneath her feet. The tall windows had been shattered inwards by the blast, and it seemed like anybody the light touched had simply burned away, leaving nothing but shadows and the floors and walls.

She wondered why the sight of the smoke, the blinding light that had decimated what remained in the city, had brought no aid. Then she wondered if there was anyone left to help. The invasion had been well-planned, she understood that much. An invading army would have been seen from miles away, but this...this came from nowhere. They had to have been infiltrating the city for days, even weeks. And what of the people in the farming villages outside the city walls? Had they been murdered too, to keep them from sending for aid?

Why? Over and over again, she kept coming back to that question. Why destroy the city? This had been no takeover attempt. No banners had been raised to declare the kingdom under new rule. No attempts to loot the treasury, or no credible one anyway. Even the university archives and the temple at the north side of the building had been left generally untouched. This had been butchery, plain and simple. And for what?

For that Kaia had no answer.

She had no answers to a lot of things. Like what she was going to do next. By law the crown would now pass to her, unless she formally renounced it. The prospect of having to rule a kingdom one day had been hanging over her head like an axe for as long as she had been old enough to understand what that meant, but now that the choice was in front of her, she wasn’t sure she could give it up. It felt like a betrayal of all that her parents, her friends had given her, and all that she had lost.

She paused, glancing towards the altar of the temple chamber and the marble icon that stood behind it. The statue of Lord Cobal, God of Knowledge and Prosperity, had watched over these halls for over three centuries, a symbol of inspiration and guidance for any who passed through the doors. The artist had depicted him as a sharp-featured man of indeterminate age, gazing off into the distance as if deep in thought, a book and quill in hand. His face had always seemed kind to her, like that of a favoured teacher.

“What do I do?” She asked softly. Her voice seemed to echo in the empty room, but the god’s marble face remained impassive. “They’re gone. Everyone’s gone and I can’t -- I can’t do this.” She sunk to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees. “What if — what if I happens again? What if —“ what if this was her fault?

And even if it wasn’t, it still left her in the position of being the sole heir and being in no way ready to rule a kingdom. She was fourteen, for Illios’ sake! Far too young to have the weight of so many lives on her shoulders.

But Cobal did not have any answers for her. He was not that kind of God, who handed out simple solutions. In his teachings, the answers had no value unless you sought them yourself. That was not to say that no wisdom was true unless it was gained without assistance. That was arrogance and hubris, not wisdom. A truly wise person knew how to ask for help, and accept it when offered.

Which was, in a way, the very answer she had been looking for. Maybe she didn’t have the knowledge or the experience to rule, but she knew those who did. The remaining High Lords could advise her, fill in the gaps on that which she did not know. The closest to Heidrun was Lord Lys in Aerona, and that was several days’ ride away. Perhaps even now help was riding her way. They could send runners to the lords at Ivor and Berwyn Peak to tell them what happened and summon them to Aerona to discuss their next course of action.

Feeling much steadier now that she had something resembling a plan, Kaia pushed herself to her feet and brushed the dust from her clothes. Then, with a final bow towards the statue, she left the sanctuary.

It might have been her imagination, but in that moment she thought she saw him smile.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #oc #original characters #backstory #i may have gone too far #seriously i have written 30 pages total #and it's not done #who does this for dnd?

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xyliane · 7 years ago

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watershed

summary: gon and killua might be the youngest pair of pilots in the jaeger program’s history, and they might have kind of ruined one of their jaeger’s arms in their first outing. but they kicked their first kaiju ass, and there’s almost nothing that can stop them from celebrating. almost.

notes: I love pacrim. I love it so much. also gon has a habit, and that habit is wrecking his arm and giving leorio gray hairs. pacrim au, killugon, featuring illumi zoldyck being illumi, leorio and kurapika being themselves, and cheadle really not liking how people don’t follow her orders but not willing to argue that point. T (depictions of arm injury plus f-bombs), 4700 words.

“That was fucking awesome!”

“Killua, you were amazing!”

“No, we were amazing, how did that even work?”

“I don’t know, but it did! And the kaiju—”

“—just opened its mouth and—”

“—we stuck the derigged electricity amp over the fist—”

“—and punched it right in the face and—”

“—it exploded!”

Killua can practically feel Gon vibrating through their drive suits, neither of them come down at all from the fight out at the Miracle Mile. Ten miles outside of Hong Kong, the first actual test drive for Tempest, their first real fight. And their jaeger held up to her name better than anyone could have expected, even as knocked around as her pilots got when the kaiju exploded on her fists.

She’s still sparking over on the landing pad, leaking oil and guts and wires from every hole in her right arm. Oro Tempest. Their jaeger. First of her kind, and hopefully not the last. Kite and Bisky are going to be apoplectic about the damages from the kaiju’s acidic blood, and the self-inflicted explosions that were only mostly Gon’s idea, and the way most of the armor was sheared off to allow for the explosions without killing both of them. Killua’s got some ideas about how to improve that, allowing for defense without having to sacrifice the structural integrity. But their jaeger’s definitely the best.

Gon’s got his good arm slung over Killua’s shoulders, buzzing with a mix of adrenaline and whatever painkillers his suit’s been feeding him for the last thirty minutes. Not that Killua’s much better, but at least his arm doesn’t look like their jaeger’s. The kaiju hadn’t been fast, but it had been big, a massive Category 2 that had tried to overwhelm Tempest with sheer force. Gon and Killua had responded, not with equal brutality like some of the Mark-1 and Mark-2 jaegers, but with quick reflexes and well-aimed strikes. It had worked well enough until the kaiju caught Tempest’s fist in its mouth, shredding most of the armor and crushing the metal in house-sized teeth. While Tempest had taken the worst of the impact, Gon’s right arm had been whipped out of place, the crack in the bone sharp enough that Killua’s own arm is still numb with phantom pain. He’s got a hand supporting his best friend’s waist, keeping him standing even as they stumble down the tarmac, accepting high fives and fistbumps with his free hand since Gon really shouldn’t be doing the same.

It doesn’t stop him from trying, though, nearly hiding his wince behind a wide sunny grin. Killua will chew him out later, after Leorio chews them both out in medbay, and judging by Kite’s expression towering over the rest of the crew, they’re going to get chewed out before they even clear the briefing. The only thing holding their LOCCENT officer back seems to be Bisky. The old gorilla is practically skipping with glee, crowing about something and a look in her eyes that Killua knows is going to spell at least a week of terribly, horribly painful training for him and Gon.

But Killua will take it if it means another minute basking in this. He earned this. It’s his. His and Gon’s.

“I think you’ve had enough of this game, Kil,” a voice made of black ice says through the din. It’s not a loud voice, not compared to the ear-splitting chaos erupting around the Shatterdome. But it rings in Killua’s ears over everything else, impossible to ignore and drawing his eyes back with sharpened hooks.

Illumi looks the same as he did the night before Killua left: immaculate black suit, long black hair straight and swept back, too-large and too-blank eyes sizing up everything around him and finding it lacking. He barely even blinks at the sight of Killua in a drivesuit, white hair buzzed in an undercut and bruises from sparring practice still bright and vibrant under his eye. It’s been months, but it’s as though Killua never left home, never ran away from Father’s side and Mom’s expectations and Illumi’s watchful eyes, never left Alluka alone with only a promise to come back when they can all be free. Maybe Illumi never really lost sight of him, but only pretended for long enough to make it feel like Killua was free, that Killua had something of his own, before ripping it all away again.

Killua breathes his brother’s name, and Illumi looks almost pleased as he glides through the crowd, people stepping out of the way without him ever touching them. “Come, Kil. If you’re not home soon, we’ll have to reschedule all of your coursework, and you know how that bothers Mom.”

The only thing that makes Killua remember where he is, that he’s in Hong Kong in a crowd of cheering people and not outside of Shanghai in a silent mansion filled with half-alive computer parts, or in a San Francisco highrise overlooking the ruined bay, is Gon’s good hand digging into his shoulder hard enough to dent armor.

“Killua?” Gon asks, and his voice sounds very far away.

———————

Gon’s been in the medbay for about two minutes before he stops being patient.

“Where is Killua?” he asks, barely even registering how Leorio resets his arm with practiced ease.

Leorio pulls back to let the brace take hold—it’s one of those soft ones, something to hold over until the skin wounds mend and they can start a better healing regimen—and presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “I can’t tell you,” he says.

“Yes you can.” Because if Leorio says he can’t, it means he knows where Killua is.

Leorio’s eyes soften, like he’s going to break. But he says, “Fightmaster Kreuger will kill me if I did. I’m sorry, buddy.”

Gon glares at Leorio, and then darts for the door.

He’s forgotten that Leorio’s not just his friend, or his doctor, but one of the strongest people in their class. An iron-hard forearm slams into his diaphragm, knocking him back on his ass and all the air out of his lungs. His arm twinges painfully in the brace.

Leorio crouches down next to him, a firm hand on his shoulder and an exasperated look on his face. “Don’t get up, Gon.”

Something wrenches horribly in Gon’s chest, and he’s not sure if it’s his own feelings of worry and panic, or that terrible emptiness he’d felt echo from Killua on the tarmac as the man in the black suit had led him away. A feeling like loneliness, or resignation, or outright giving up. Nothing he’d ever felt from Killua before, like his best friend and drift partner has been abruptly consumed by someone else entirely. It’s not Killua. And Gon can’t let him drown in that all alone.

“Killua’s my copilot,” he tells Leorio, not caring that he sounds a little desperate. “I can’t leave him alone. That’s the deal. Jaeger pilots drift together.”

The exasperation in Leorio’s eyes deepens, and he rubs the bridge of his nose behind his glasses. It’s a little like Aunt Mito does sometimes when she’s dealing with colony administration (or with Gon on one of his bigger ideas, like running off to join the Shatterdome underage). “It’s a good thing Cheadle’s put me in charge of you, she’d tranq you until Killua’s brother leaves. Turns out the brat’s family has a massive stake in the Jaeger Program. You didn’t know about that, did you?”

Brother—? Killua’s memories of empty black eyes and emotionless threats flicker out of the drift and up to the front of his head, vivid enough to be his own. It’s terrifyingly similar to the dark loneliness ricocheting off of Killua before they’d been separated, and Gon can’t keep still anymore.

He tries to shove Leorio’s hand away. “I’ll find him myself. You can’t stop me.”

“Gon—”

“I need to see him.” He starts standing, even with Leorio working to keep him immobile. It’s hard without both of his hands, but all his time in the ring with Bisky and Killua can’t mean nothing. “Let me go, Leorio. Please.”

Leorio drops his hand so quickly that Gon falls over again. “Kite’s right, you do stop listening when you’re stubborn,” he says, laughing.

Gon growls. This isn’t funny! “I’m not—”

“I said, I can’t tell you where he is. And you can’t go running all over the Shatterdome, you’ll never find him.” Leorio rises to his feet, joints cracking as he stretches. “Luckily, I need to talk to Cheadle. And, well, Kurapika volunteered to help, but they forgot to finish their bookkeeping, so there’s no one to make sure you stay here.”

Hope flutters in Gon’s chest like a hummingbird on fire. “Then I—”

“I’m telling you to stay here. But I’m not letting Killua go anywhere without a fight.” Leorio smirks the same way he did before picking the lock on the food stores, and it makes Gon grin viciously. “He’s your best friend, but the brat owes me money. And he can’t leave without paying me back.”

Leorio shoves his hands in his pockets and stalks out the door, shoulders hunched up to his chin like he’s looking for a fight. “And remember, I told you to stay,” he calls back.

“You said that twice, Leorio,” Gon agrees, and closes the door to medbay firmly. “Can we go faster?”

They make it from medbay to Cheadle’s offices faster than Gon had thought possible without outright sprinting. Even then, Gon has to almost jog to keep up with his friend’s long legs. The Shatterdome’s pretty empty, most of the staff probably working on Oro Tempest’s multiple wounds—wounds that, if Gon thinks about, were mostly his fault, but he can’t worry about that now. The few people they come across take one look at the glint in Leorio’s glasses and scramble out of the way.

Outside Cheadle’s office, a small crowd has already gathered, but they take one look at Leorio and another at Gon and step back to let them through. Well, all of them except Kurapika, who’s standing next to the door with an expression of exasperated annoyance and a pile of paper nearly as tall as they are. They turn to Leorio and Gon, mouth set for a fight. “That certainly took long enough,” they snap.

“I had to set the arm right, or he would break it again inside the hour,” Leorio grouches right back. “And you know how stubborn he is.”

“You told him he couldn’t come?”

“Of course. Cheadle told me to.”

“Of course. Unfortunately for all of us, she’s not letting me in, despite these extremely urgent papers.”

“They’re really important!” Hanzo calls from the crowd like he’s trying to be heard in Cheadle’s office, and Kurapika makes an of course gesture.

Leorio frowns. “Have you heard anything yet?”

“Not much. The conversation remains fairly quiet. But it did not look very pleasant when they went in. Perhaps we could—”

Gon doesn’t care about any of that. Killua is right there, and no one’s done anything but wait. So he unceremoniously shoves past Kurapika, raises one booted foot, and kicks open the door.

Three people are gathered around a desk, including Marshall Yorkshire and the unfamiliar man from the docks, who looms in a shadow over Killua. Killua’s sitting with his back to Gon, shoulders tense enough that Gon can feel it cut through the air in jagged glass. He’s still in his underarmor, although someone’s given him an expensive-looking jacket without any Shatterdome insignia. It doesn’t look right, like Killua’s been shoved into ill-fitted skin. It’s not right.

Cheadle makes an exasperated noise. “Paladiknight, what did I tell you?”

“You told me I couldn’t tell him where Killua was,” Leorio says from outside the room. He’s probably hiding behind Kurapika. “I didn’t tell him. He followed me.”

“I told you to sedate him if he resisted,” she says.

Leorio shrugs. “I prioritized stabilizing the injury. Who knows what sedation would do.”

Cheadle visibly resists throwing something heavy at her underling’s head. “Even if you didn’t know—and if you don’t with the degree you have, I’m kicking your entire school into the ocean—it was an order.”

“You know we can’t stop Gon once he is set on a course,” Kurapika says. “He would simply have wandered around drugged until he found you. Leorio was concerned for his safety, and the potential damage to the Shatterdome.”

That makes Cheadle snort, even if she almost covers it up. “And Kurapika, I know you’ve been knocking at my door for fifteen minutes now. Weren’t you supposed to keep an eye on both of them?”

“I have paperwork,” they say, nudging Leorio in and closing the door behind them both.

“This isn’t important,” Gon says quietly, and everyone in the room turns to him. Everyone but Killua.

The dark-haired man with the crisp black suit turns his blank eyes to Gon. This is Killua’s brother? He has none of Killua’s warmth, or spark of curiosity, or even the grin that’s always tugging at the corners of his best friend’s mouth. There’s only studious intent, and even that is barely paper-thin. “Strangely enough, I agree with the boy,” he says. “Interim Marshall Yorkshire, let’s finish our discussion. My car is set to leave back to the city, and it would be best if Kil could get washed first.”

“Leave—” Gon starts to say, and the man’s black-eyed stare burrows further under his skin. “Killua’s not leaving. Not with you.”

Killua twitches almost imperceptibly in his chair. “It’s not your choice, Gon,” he says quietly. He doesn’t even sound like Killua.

“Kil’s right,” the man says, close enough to Killua that his shadow slithers possessively over Killua’s white hair. “Go, boy. I’ve a lot to discuss with my brother.”

Gon takes a threatening step forward, barely registering the frustrated noise Leorio makes in protest. “I’m not leaving. Not without Killua.”

Cheadle stands, hands slamming flat on the desk. She barely comes up to the black-haired man’s shoulders, but she looks down her nose at him all the same. “We’ve barely agreed on anything, Mr. Zoldyck,” she snaps.

“I think we agree that this boy shouldn’t be here.” He looks over Gon from top to bottom, taking in the sweat-drenched hair and the soft cast on his arm and the Shatterdome-issued uniform and his freckled brown skin, and dismisses him out of hand. It makes Gon’s muscles twitch, like he can’t decide if he wants to fight or hide or grab Killua and jump out a window. “This is a family matter, not one for outsiders. Even yourself, Interim Marshall.”

“I never said I agreed to either of those things,” Cheadle says. “Gon is here now, and he is Killua’s copilot. At the very least, we would need to find him another one.”

“I’ve seen Freecss’s scores. He matches well with almost anyone he drifts with. Quite a find, I’m sure. But my family needs Kil back home. He isn’t suited for places like this.” He places a pale hand on Killua’s shoulder, and Killua stiffens as though shocked. “He is the heir to the Zoldyck family, after all. We can’t have him out here playing robots versus aliens.”

Leorio jabs a finger at the man. “He’s playing at nothing, asshole! Killua’s here because he’s damn good at what he does, not because he’s some heir.”

“It is exactly why he is to come home. As successful as he is in a single kaiju attack, Kil deserves to be at home, with a family that can use those talents for something other than mindless punching. It’s not worthy of his skills to be here. And it’s certainly not worth the billions of dollars we’ve put into this program through R&D.”

Leorio spits something in Spanish that makes Cheadle turn bright red. “Paladiknight! Out, now!”

“I’m not—”

“I’ll throw you out myself. Kurapika, take him.”

“We want to help Killua,” they say, not making a move to restrain Leorio.

“By arguing? Don’t be an idiot.” She glares at Illumi, who watches the argument with an impassable stare. “Illumi. Are you threatening to pull your funding if your brother doesn’t leave.”

He shrugs. “I didn’t say that.”

“So Killua can stay.”

“I didn’t say that either.”

They keep bickering, and it’s like Gon’s not there, him or Killua. Gon’s kind of used to being ignored, because he’s young or Aunt Mito’s busy with ten thousand little tasks or he can get into places that adults can’t or won’t. If he needs to get someone’s attention, it usually doesn’t take more than saying the right thing at the right time. But they’re talking about Killua like he’s a paper in Kurapika’s pile, a thing that can be passed around, like just because he’s quiet and stiff and scared means he doesn’t get a choice. And that’s not fair. It’s not right.

They aren’t making Gon do things he doesn’t want to do. And Cheadle’s right, Gon can’t make decisions for Killua. So no one else should, either. Gon would rather risk losing everything than letting Killua give up even a grain of his own desires.

Cheadle is saying something about restrictions, or regulations, in a way that makes Illumi’s eyebrows scrunch up funny, but Gon doesn’t care. It’s not what matters.

“It’s not your choice!” Gon shouts, silencing the rest of the room.

Illumi cocks his head to one side. “Then it’s yours?” he asks, almost curious-sounding if it weren’t for the underlying scorn.

“No!” Gon’s fists clench harder, enough that he can feel blood seep under his blunt nails. “You’re supposed to be his brother, and you don’t know? It’s no one’s choice but Killua’s! Not Cheadle’s, not Leorio’s, not mine, and never yours.”

His best friend finally turns to him, face paler than usual. He still doesn’t say anything, but he meets Gon’s eyes with shock, or confusion, or—maybe Gon’s just seeing things, but he sees the same recognition in Killua’s face that he feels under his own skin. He knew it from the first time they sparred, that they don’t need to do these things without someone’s support anymore. They recognized each other even outside of the drift, and there’s nothing anyone else can do to take that moment of complete trust back.

I won’t let you do this alone.

Illumi taps a finger to his lips. “No, I think it’s still mine. Kil, come home.”

Cheadle clears her throat. “Unfortunately, Mr. Zoldyck, this is my Shatterdome, and you are a guest. And in this matter, Killua is a Jaeger pilot first and foremost.”

Gon’s heart jumps into his throat. “Then—”

“Then it’s not up to you either, Gon,” Cheadle says, not unkindly. She leans onto her desk, eye to eye with the jaeger pilot sitting across from her. “Killua, would you like to stay, or go?”

Killua’s eyes light up, and he starts to look like himself again. “I want…” He swallows, glancing back to Gon, who wishes he could do anything more than hope. “I want to stay.”

Illumi’s shadow looms over the both of them, and Gon can’t shove him away without going through Killua. “Are you sure, Kil? There will be consequences. It’s not just me and Mom you’ll be giving up.”

Something lingers in that threat that Gon can’t place, but it makes a chill run down his best friend’s spine. Killua has secrets, lots of them. So many that Gon hasn’t seen most of them, even in the drift. It’s part of Killua Gon’s long since accepted, since he knows Killua will let him know if it’s necessary or when he feels ready. But this is a secret Gon doesn’t know, and he is suddenly terrified.

But before he can say anything, Killua rises out of his chair. Standing, he’s not much shorter than his brother, and with the muscle he’s put on in training he looks just as dangerous. Not enough to win a fight, maybe, but he’s got Gon to back him up. “Don’t touch her. Either of them. I’m staying, Illu. Tell Father whatever you want, I’m not going back.”

Illumi shakes his head, like he’s amusing a guard dog who won’t let go of a stick. It makes Gon want to punch him, or break his bones, anything to get him to stop thinking of Killua like a pet. Killua’s not his. “I’ll be in Hong Kong for business this week, for when you change your mind,” he says. “Interim Marshall Yorkshire has my number. Oh, and I’ll call Mom for both of us.”

“Don’t bother,” Killua mutters. With that, he grabs Gon’s hand and pulls them both out of the office, back straight and chin up. It’s only Gon that notices the cold sweat gathered in his copilot’s palms, how his fingers tremble slightly where they’re tangled up with Gon’s. So Gon squeezes back as tight as he can, anything to not let go.

———————

Gon’s strangely quiet when they make it back to their quarters, finally clean and back in regular uniforms as Gon flops onto his bed and Killua clambers up to his own bunk. Not that Killua had much to add after they’d left Cheadle’s office, what with his heart still beating too fast and his mind racing with the mix of Illumi and Gon and Tempest and Gon and the old man and Marshall Yorkshire and Gon.

Killua’s not sure what he’d been thinking before Gon stormed into the Marshall’s office. Illumi has a way of making Killua forget everything he’s supposed to be doing, and zeroing in on what he’s not: Not researching the right mechanics, not finishing his schoolwork, not learning the differences between corporate taxes for the Zoldyck headquarters in Shanghai or Washington DC. Not keeping his promise to Alluka that he’d help her unshackle Nanika. Not keeping his promise to himself that he’d stay away from his family. Illumi made it feel like the last several months were useless. That he’d always be alone with the promises he broke and the things he didn’t finish.

But Killua is still in the Shatterdome, and he isn’t leaving. He doesn’t have to. Gon had reminded him of that.

So he says, “Illumi’s an even bigger idiot than Leorio if he thinks I’m going to do what he wants,” and hopes Gon understands what he’s saying.

He doesn’t get a response, not in words. But the next thing he knows, Gon’s climbing up to Killua’s bunk, scrambling over the railing one-handed like he’s grappling through branches in a forest and plopping onto the thin mattress hard enough to send the pillows falling to the ground. “This really isn’t big enough for both of us,” Killua says, just to argue.

Gon hums a little, not meeting his eyes. But Killua can practically feel the uncertainty buzzing under his best friend’s skin, like an echo from the drift. Gon’s usually better about the whole echoes thing—reading them or giving them off. And now he’s the one lost in thought, freckled brown hands picking at a loose thread in Killua’s sheets.

So Killua flicks him in the forehead. “Hey, those are mine, cut it out,” he says as Gon whines.

“What was that for?” Gon demands, eyes watering.

“Besides ruining your arm on a guess?” Killua says, nudging the cast.

“That was both our idea, Killua!” Gon protests.

“I’m pretty sure I know which of us it came from first. You’re the one who doesn’t think so much.”

“Only because you think too much.”

“I think more than you, that’s for sure.”

“You think enough for both of us, I guess,” Gon says.

Killua snorts. “I will not take your math exam next week, even for a mountain of chocolate.”

“That’s not—” Gon starts, but he looks so offended Killua can’t help but cackle with laughter. “Killua, I’m being serious!”

“I know, I just.” He’s not able to finish the thought because he starts laughing again. He lets Gon hit him with a pillow, it’s not just because his defenses are down and he’s laughing like he’s never laughed before in his life, all of the tension left in the day burning out and away. Killua doesn’t know how Gon does it. Just being around Gon makes things seem more doable, no matter how hard it gets. Like it’s easy for Killua to be himself and no one else.

Maybe it’s the drift. Gon knows him better than anyone, because they’ve seen inside each other’s heads, know each other’s memories like well-worn dreams. But Killua has a feeling that it would be the same even without a giant robot connecting them to each other. It’s easy, being with Gon.

He finally catches his breath before Gon can try to suffocate him with a spare pillow, and pushes his grinning best friend back. “You’re okay, right?” Gon asks.

“I should be asking you that,” Killua says, nudging Gon’s cast.

Gon winces, but doesn’t back down. “It’s only an arm.”

That earns him another, firmer nudge, and Gon yelps. Killua’s own arm twinges in sympathy. Killua himself has none. “Leorio had to hunt you down in the shower to make sure it had set properly,” he says. “You’re going to be out of a drivesuit for at least a month. Who’m I supposed to drift with if you’re not there?”

“No one,” Gon says firmly. But he pauses, a flicker of fear in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, even with Illumi breathing down their necks and threatening to take Alluka away forever. Not that Gon knew. “Unless you don’t want to—”

“No,” Killua says.

Gon goes still. “No?”

“No, I don’t want to leave,” Killua says, the words falling out of his lips in a jumbled stream. “Or drift with someone else.”

“Why not?”

“Why—Gon, you just said you don’t want me to drift with anyone else!”

“Well, that’s what I want. What do you want, Killua?” The fear still sits in his brown eyes like a living thing, and he looks down at his bandaged arm before Killua can examine it too closely.

He sighs. “I just told you, didn’t I? I want to stay.”

I want to stay with you, Killua thinks, and he wonders if Gon can hear it even outside of the drift. The idiot probably can.

But rather than acknowledge that, Gon holds out a hand, pinkie extended. “Promise you’ll stay?” he asks.

He shouldn’t be surprised. They’d promised each other, in the stupid sort of way you’re supposed to grow out of by sixteen, that they wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. And Gon’s the sort of person who’ll kill himself before he breaks even the stupidest of pinkie swears.

Killua is drift compatible with an idiot. And he doesn’t care. Somewhere around the point of actually hooking pinkies and letting Gon chant something soft and true, when it wasn’t so much about the stupid action as it had been about trust and belief that Gon is who he is, it stops mattering at all.

He couldn’t keep his promise to Alluka. Maybe this promise, Killua will be able to keep.

“Okay,” he says, and Gon’s eyes light up brighter than all the lights in Hong Kong. “But Illumi’s my problem. I’ll deal with him on my own.”

“And you’re my problem, so Illumi’s my problem too.”

“I’m not a problem!”

Gon grins, a strand of black hair flopping across his forehead. “You kind of are. But that’s okay, Killua. Because you’re my problem.”

Killua has about a dozen ways he should reply to that, not least is that Gon is far more of a problem on any given day than Killua is, and that makes him Killua’s problem, not the other way around. But Gon’s eyes are even warmer than his hands, and it sends a wave of comfort across Killua’s skin, like he’s being wrapped in a blanket fresh out of the dryer, a fuzzy one with goofy animals on it big enough to cover the whole room. But it’s just Gon. And Killua can’t look away.

So rather than worry about that, Killua grumbles, “Fuck off, dumbass,” and shoves his best friend face-first into the mattress.

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Sun, sweat, beach babes, and caaaars. Daten Beach was hyping up their biggest auto show yet and they're going to do it in style. By inviting Angels of course! The Abbey had received a bunch of fliers to the auto show along with an invitation that marked them as "special guests." Strappon didn't find label appealing. Last time they were special guests anywhere, an idol and boxer attacked them on separate occasions. But these are cars, what could go wrong? A man eating car? HA that's a good one. But now the Templar was worried that he may have jinxed it. Despite his caution, he decided it wouldn't be too bad to go to the auto show. It totally wasn't because some Angels came in and got excited about cars, nope. As the Angels and Heavenbents arrived at the beach there was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, this auto show looked fun! Food and nice cars, this is something you couldn't pass up. But something still felt off... Lo and behold, it didn't take too long for Demons to arrive and claim territory of the beach by impaling a sign into the sand. Proof of their ownership of it. These damn rich people. But the Angels weren't going to let this day be ruined, nor were they going to square up with the Demons. At the request of Strappon, of course. Let's just see what cars the auto show has to offer!

DIE HISTORIC ON NUDIST ROAD Are y'all ready for the Auto Show? --------

HITAGASHI: Excited whispers in the air, the smell of metal and oil, and Daten sunlight all set the stage for the Daten Auto Show. An extravaganza to end all spectacular extravaganzas! Or, at least, that's what the papers said. The fliers all around town vouched for this as well and the hype seemed justified. There seemed to be nothing that could possibly go wrong today. If you didn't count the fact that angels seemed to be cursed with bad luck but moving beyond that the cars were beautiful and so was the feeling of being there at the show. Except for the demons but the angels were doing their best (after being ordered) to not start a fight.

Although, if you asked Abbie, the place was sorely lacking in motorcycles. She did, however, finally seem to not have a game system with her. Today should be good, providing she didn't need to kick some butt. Ugh. She hated being in Daten some days. She looked around and saw Cammy blatantly walking in the beach sand with a camel following her, still wrapped up tighter than a mummy.

KR-O: A worried expression was hidden behind Shades' namesake. He managed to loosen up after Angels obeyed orders, but he couldn't help getting worried. Daten Demons sure did love to provoke them.

KR-O: Massie patted Shades, telling him that everything will be alright. It'd be too risky for Demons to pull anything without getting sued by insurance companies. Perhaps the girl had a point. Before Shades could thank her, Massie went off to admire some vehicles. She ended up complainjng about the lack of motorcycles. This is lame.

NAPDRAGONN: Sunny looked around. He didn't know much about cars, but they sure were cool, so he had covinced Newsie to bring him along to the show, as long as he stayed close by. Everything was shiny and polishe and SO COOL, and if you looked close you could practically see the sparkles in the young boy's eyes. Newsie, for his part, was playing the role of caretaker very well, keeping Sunny's hand in his own as he idly looked at automobiles himself and listened to his younger brother figure's chatter intently.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt and Wristband walked into the show room. Although they came together, the two had their own reasons for showing up. Undershirt actually wanted to look at the cars. Wristband on the other hand was looking for some hot action.

TIMERIFTS: Overalls sauntered around idly, the cars were all very fancy and cool but she didn't really have a lot of interest in who made them what model they were ectera. She didn't touch any of them as she walked down the isles of cars that seemed endless. She hoped to find other demons to chat with so it was less lonely

NAPDRAGONN: "Newsie, look at that one!" Sunny said excitedly, tugging on Newsie's shirt sleeve, "It looks like a beetle shell!" And it did, Newsie noted. The coat of paint was an iridescent purple and the shap was sleek and aero dynamic. He hummed and smiled down at his bug loving little brother, ruffling his hair. "Probably not a real beetle in disguise though, short stuff." He remarked, and Sunny giggled a little in response.

TJ: It almost seemed like Cufflink was the only very irritated and miserable one; with a harsh frown and glaring eyes he almost scowls at the cars. Another normal day for him. The cars made no impact to him and he was just trying to waste the time staring at the ceiling or refining his schedule until his usual migrane forms

OSCARK9: Today is going to be a good day for Gloves to see the new cars in the Daten Auto Show. When he walk inside, he couldn’t believe how many cars they were. All shiny and sparkly. So shiny that he could see his face on the cars.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: Buckle had arrived a bit late but that was normal. She was never one for punctuality. Noticing the section of the beach dedicated to motorcylces, she pulled her chopper alongside the rest and pulled off her helmet. Her hair fell on her face and she pushed her hand through it a few times.

"Wonder where the others are," she thought to herself as she scanned the horizon of cars and people.

GAMER-GODDESS: A small smile lit up Thigh High's face as she glanced around at the cars, she didn't much care for them but they sure did look pretty awesome. More in love with soaking up the sun she decided to take a look at every model she could before the day was done.

Meanwhile Brassiere had a seemingly permanent frown on her face, likely due to the sun beating down on her pale skin. Hoping to make the most of the day before she was burned to a crisp she jogged over to Overalls to engage in some friendly banter.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: The two of them scanned the area before Undershirt looked at her sister. "Now remember, we're here to look at cars and bikes, not screwing everyone in sight. Just behave yourself" he said. She stuck her tongue out at him. "You have no room to talk Mr. 'I want to punch everyone'" She said. "Whatever" he said folding his arms.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Bowtie arrived on the beach and scanned the area. She noticed that the Demons were out numbered by the Angels. "Those little pests" she thought, "I could burn them all to a crisp if I wanted to." She sighed. But that wouldn't be proper would it? Oh well, maybe this car show would be fun.

TIMERIFTS: Overalls smiled at the girl approaching her, waving at her "hello" she called in a sing song voice to her, stopped walking to let the girl catch up. She admired the car she stopped by while she waited, though it wasn't a very long wait

GAMER-GODDESS: Bra stopped running and bent over to catch her breath, giving a "Hey" in between gasps. Standing up straight she offered the demoness a smile. "How's it going?" The young girl quietly shaking her head for not having thought of something better say.

HITAGASHI: There was a point in a young Irish lass' life where she should say no. However, considering she loved cars and could now drive them comfortably, Pastel tugged on the suit she wore as she considered which ones to buy. She refused to settle into the beach scene, trying instead to find a better way to not shoot someone getting in her way. Anger seemed to be a problem lately.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls waited patiently with a smile as the girl caught her breath "not too much, just admiring these brilliant cars, what about yourself?" she asked, not exactly sure why the girl wanted to talk to her but would not turn down her conversation because she was kinda bored and didn't want to be rude

KR-O: "You should listen to your girl, Shades. Enjoy the show! Because this is the most expensive showing any one of us is gonna be at." Jokki popped up behind Shades to try to get him to loosen up a little more. Well if this was coming out of a Demon's mouth, he may as well take his word for it.

"Yeah, You're right. Maybe I should go around the owners to see what recommendations they have for my car. I think I see some people I know? May as well hang out with them."

Jokki smiled at the Angel as he left his side. Good. Now the perfect umbrella space was all his. Shades waved over at Newsie, ruffling Sunny's hair once he approached the both of them. "Hey guys! How's it going?"

NAPDRAGONN: "Hi mister Shades!" Sunny said enthusiastically at Shades, always happy to see his older friend, "We're just fine! I was showing my brother that care over there- look, it's like a beetle!" That said, Sunny pointed the iridescent car out again, hopping up and down. "He's been all about this place today." Newsie drawled, "I had to drag him away to get some water because he was gettin' flushed and dehydrated. Nutty kid is way too excited about this shindig if you ask me. Least he's havin' fun, though. Nice to see you."

KR-O: Shades looked at the car in question and chuckled, "Well, it is a Volkswagen.../Beetle/." He winked at Sunny as if he made the best pun ever. It was not. It was terrible. "Well, can you blame the kid when they have really nice cars this time around? Kind of intimidating if you ask me. These all look like exports too." All Shades could think about was their cost. They must of been in the millions. He shuddered at the thought.

GAMER-GODDESS: "I'm doing pretty well, have you seen any nice models yet?" Brassiere asked, motioning towards the seemingly endless display of beautifully glossy cars.

NAPDRAGONN: sunny still laughed, though. He was a child, after all, and corny jokes were about his level of humor in that point of life. Newsie was rolling his eyes and groaning, though. Still... "I wouldn't know much." Admitted the newsstand worker, "I'm not super interested in rides. I mean, i can see they're juiced up and expensive, but that's about it. Sunny just thinks they're cool." He shrugged.

TIMERIFTS: "They are all wonderful, but I saw one I really liked down there" Ralls pointed in the direction to show where the car was, keeping it friendly. She started to walk down the isle to look at more of the cars, brushing her hair out of her face, starting to feel the heat a little

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt looked up from the car he was inspecting and saw Shades. He also over heard the bad pun that made him die a little inside. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Uptight" Undershirt said as he walked over to the group that was gathered. Wristband looked up from another car and followed her brother over. She recognized Shades, but not the others. She hadn't really met many people in the Abbey so this could be a good way to break the ice and make some friends.

TJ: Cufflink quickly adjusted his tie as he walked over to the exit. He noticed the rising amount of Angels that were appearing and if there was a fight, he'd rather not get overpowered. "I'll just stay here for a little... Think I got work back in the office anyways..." Cufflink mumbles as the heat slowly created a sauna in his suite.

NAIVESPACEMAN: Furcoat walked in with his arms over his chest and a visible annoyance on his face. He peered at the almost endless line of cars and within the sea of metal, reeking of oil and gas, he spotted Overalls. He made his way towards his personal assistant and called out to her once he was just a few feet away from her and whomever she was talking to. "Overalls. Did you pick up my dry cleaning? I feel like I'm going to need a change of clothes after this."

A blurred figure rushed through the air, jumping on top of the tallest vehicle in the area near the majority of the people here. The figure landed with their scarf starting to blow in the wind. The figure stood up to reveal the greatest hero that no one knew, Buckle! She took her usual pose and called out. "Fear no longer, the hero Buckle has arrived!"

NAPDRAGONN: Sunny looked up at the two new additions to their conversation group, unsure who they were. He was still young and sometimes shy, so most of his friends at the Abbey were people who had taken initiative and spoken to him first, like Shades. Newsie squinted his eyes at them both, not liking the vibe he was getting, but he bit his tongue. Picking a fight in front of his little brother would set a bad example. He'd have to just wait and see what their attitudes amounted to.

KR-O: "Yeah, they are. I sorta came down here to ask about parts since I wanted to beef mine up-" Shades turned with a finger raised up, " _Listen_ " He said. "...You're not wrong, especially right now, BUT LISTEN." He didn't continue after that, giving a smile to Undershirt.

OSCARK9: Gloves smiled at the new cars that he been seeing passing by him. By looking at the new cars and seeing his own reflection. Which makes him distracted. He said to himself, "Man, I look good on these cars. Too bad that I can't ride one of them." Which makes him feel down just for a minute. He give it a good smile on the car's reflections and move on to the next one.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: Buckle stopped guarding her motorcycle from passersby when she heard her name called from across the lot. She gazed over and saw what looked to be an angel doing some pose on top of a car.

"The hell? She could ruin the paint," Buckle said quietly to herself.

GAMER-GODDESS: Bra watched Ralls walk away before deciding to obtain a some type of beverage to rival this heat. Thigh High was enjoying the cars before she spotted a certain angel. Bounding up to the girl she called out quick "Hey, Massie!" to catch her attention

TIMERIFTS: Overalls perked at the voice of her boss, twirling around to face him "Yes, it's in my car at the moment" she smiled, her posture immediately getting better as she stood at attention to him, glancing over at the other girl she was talking to as she walked away

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Wristband's eyes lit up when she looked at Sunny "Hey sexy...OW" She said before getting elbowed in the stomach by Undershirt. "I mean hi" she tried again.

"Sorry about that" he said as he glared at her. "That's kind of her way of saying hello."

KR-O: Massie stared in disappointment of the lack of certain vehicles and shrugged, admiring what was available right now. She turned to whoever was caller her out and smiled in return. "Oh, hello there."

"Well, I'm used to that with my other friends, so no big deal with me." Which was a big understatement for Shades to say but you know. "But hey, nice to see you guys out here too."

NAIVESPACEMAN: "Good. Seems you've managed to earn your paycheck for this week." He kept his arms folded over his chest before looking around at all the cars around him. The potential for him getting dirty was immensely high at the moment. He cringed a bit. "What exactly are you doing here?" What was HE doing here?

GAMER-GODDESS: Offering a quick nod "Haven't seen you for a while," Stretching her arms above her head before asking "What have you been up to?"

TIMERIFTS: She watched where he was looking "thank you" she smiled "I came to admire these vehicles and get some sun, what are you doing here?" she wondered, him being here was something even more out of the ordinary because of the risk of getting dirty

KR-O: "Ah well, making sure some new fallen are getting situated. Making sure to keep my swords clean. Nothing too eventful." Massie responded. "How about you?"

NAIVESPACEMAN: Furcoat shifted his weight slightly, leaning to the side on his left leg. "I was on my way back from a voicing job and saw that you were nearby." On a GPS system he had put on her without her knowledge. He has to know where his assistant is at all times, of course. "I decided to come in and see if you were really doing your job."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "Yeah, you too man" he said, still a little upset at Wristband. "It feels like it's been forever since we've left the Abbey."

Wristband agreed in that sentiment. "Yeah, I was beginning to get stir crazy. I needed to get out of there for a while." And get some action, is what she wanted to finish with, but she felt that it was best if she just kept her mouth shut.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls smiled weakly, how did he know she was nearby? She let the thought slide "how did the job go?" she asked him, keeping the conversation on him to stroke his ego more, which she had learned was an essential part of the job "I am always doing my job Sir" she assured him, not really sure what her job consisted of anymore but whatever he needed was it

KR-O: "It has been a while. Kinda glad that tensions aren't high with both groups being in the same area. I guess we can relax for once." Shades looked around quickly to make sure of his words, but it was about the same.

Meanwhile, HP was getting something ready for the auto show. Of all people to provide something for this show. Armlet, however, was a little grumpy child. The sand was making him 'see' fuzzy, constantly asking when HP was going to be done with his the thing he was working on.

NAIVESPACEMAN: He let out a small laughing huff. "It went splendidly, of course. You know I am practically incapable of failure." He gave her a smug smile, closing his eyes and putting his hand on his chest while speaking. Furcoat opened his eyes to look at her again. "So the list of errands I mailed you is done?"

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Bowtie looked at Cufflink. So many new recruits lately. She decided to talk to him. Walking over she noticed the apparent nervousness on his face. When she reached him, she put on a smile. "Hi, I'm Bowtie, I take it you're new here?" she asked him.

TIMERIFTS: She smiled "of course!" she replied to his being perfect, he was kinda charming in the fact that he was so confident, but it was testing in the waters of cocky. She watched his body language as he spoke "almost all of them are done, the one shop was closed today so I will get that done tomorrow but everything else is complete" she assured him, meeting eyes with him to make him know he had her full attentions, that would help him feel even more important

GAMER-GODDESS: "I'm doing great actually." Pondering for a moment. "Tell me about yourself, I feel like we don't really hear that much about you." Thigh High subtley faced palmed herself for sounding so creepy.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "Yeah I noticed that" Undershirt said looking around. There were a few Demons that he could spot. It was a really weird feeling that they were just coexisting in this space, that no one wanted to kill each other. "It just feels weird to me"

TJ: Cufflink glances at her and nods. "Yes... My name is Cufflink. Pleasure to meet you..." He bows slightly since his asian teachings still follow him.

KR-O: Shades shrugged, "I'm used to this. Demons and Angels coexist up North and that's where I worked a good chunk of my life." He motioned both Wristband and Undershirt to follow him. He wanted to look around while chatting.

Massie stared at Thigh High for a bit, sweating nervously, "O-Oh. Really? I don't know. I don't have much to offer."

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: Buckle had made her way over to Furcoat and butted in on his conversation. She glanced back at her motorcycle to make sure no one had put their hands all over it while she was gone.

"Hey, Furry. Did you see that angel dancing around on the tops of cars a few minutes ago?" She hit punched the palm of her hand. "I'd like to beat some sense into her. I mean, vandalism is fun and all, but you should never disrespect someone's ride."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Bowtie was taken aback a bit by the bow. "You don't have to be so formal with me, after all we do work together. So how are you liking this show so far? I personally don't have much of an interest in cars, but I heard that a few people were going so I thought I'd might as well go too."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "Really? I haven't heard of that before." He said as he and Wristband followed Shades.

NAIVESPACEMAN: The demon peered at the woman as she agreed with him. That was a good call not disagreeing with him. That's how his first assistant ended up spending the rest of his life as an inner-city kindergarden teacher. He narrowed his eyes on Overalls when she admitted that she didn't get one thing done. That was grounds for firing. But.. he was feeling merciful. Odd. Before he could say something, someone else butted in on his conversation. He turned look at Buckle for a second, before looking back to Overalls. "Who is this and why is it talking to me?"

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "Yeah, I thought that they wanted to always tear each other's throats out" Wristband agreed. She was never one for geography or schooling, but she was surprised that she hadn't heard of this before.

TJ: "...Formal...?" His eyebrows raised in surprise and his eyes widen. Then caught himself and realized the difference in manners here. Clearing his throat and regaining his posture he calmly replies, "No, in fact I was planning on leaving and heading for the office to see if there was any work for me there."

GAMER-GODDESS: Crap, you made her uncomfortable, think harder Thigh High, "Uh, I mean do you have any hobbies?" Nice save!

TIMERIFTS: Overalls smiled at him, noticing his displeasure in her not being able to force a shop to open to run the errand, noting to do better next time, glad he spared her "This is Buckle I believe" she introduced the demon to him, letting that conversation take the front lines

OSCARK9: Gloves was starting to get a little tired from seeing the new cars that he pass already. He said to himself; "Walking around in the Auto Show can make a person drain." So, he decided to get some cold beverage and finding a place to settled down.

KR-O: "Yeah. The North has both groups working together. They have kind of a long history together and it's pretty chill up there." Shades paused for a bit. "...They also have dragons and dinosaurs, which was kind of cool."

Massie began getting shifty-eyed, trying to think of something. "Uuuh. I don't really do much aside from Abbey work if you ask me." Wow, her life was boring.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "Oh great I made him uncomfortable. Good job Bowtie" she thought. "Oh, come one that's no fun" she said. "You're already here, might as well stay and try to have fun. We don't get many chances to take a break. Besides, I'm sure whatever work is there can wait."

TJ: "...What does 'fun' mean?" Cufflink's curiosity was peaked at this word, he heard so many people say it and had no time to look it up. He looked at Bowtie straight in the eyes with a softened look and awaited a response.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: "I can see someone at least had the decency to read my file." She glanced towards Overalls. "Now, you gonna help me beat up that exhibitionist or what?"

GAMER-GODDESS: "You don't, that's a shame." Snapping her fingers as a lightbulb went off inside her head "I've got it, maybe we could hang out sometime!" Thigh High exclaimed, "Is there anything you'd like to do in your spare time?"

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "Wait, you mean ACTUAL dinosaurs and Dragons?" he said stunned. HOW DID HE NOT KNOW THIS?! "Can you like, ride them?"

"How are the angels up there? Are they hot?" Wristband asked.

NAIVESPACEMAN: "Buckle. Doesn't ring a bell." He spoke out before looking to Buckle once more. He huffed when hearing her ask him or Overalls for help with fighting someone. He wasn't sure who she was asking, but he responded anyways. "I am not about to allow a fight in here. You could destroy a car and get oil all over my clothes!"

TIMERIFTS: Ralls nodded in agreement "Yeah, I am not really up for a fight today, you know being peaceful and stuff seems kinda alright for the time being" she smiled weakly "sorry though, hope it goes well though" she nodded to the girl, even if she did want to fight she couldn't risk losing her job because she got oil on his coat or something She smiled at Buckle then looked at her boss, not sure how to end a conversation like this

KR-O: Once again, Massie just stared. She didn't know how to respond to her. Honestly, she just didn't know how to socialize well with strangers. "I don't know what I'd like to do in all honesty. I've been keeping busy with work for a good while now. I don't know what to tell you."

"YEAH!" Shades responded. "Like actual dinosaurs and dragons! And even giant birds! They give them to you if you're gonna be a knight and they're your life companions. I have one! But mom keeps it." Which was unfair to him. "Depends on your aesthetic." He said to Wristband.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: "Well, damn. I'd sure hate for your clothes to get dirty," she said sarcastically. "I guess we can just let her keep jumping all over the hoods of cars and breaking all the rules." Buckle shrugged her shoulders in an exaggerated manor.

HITAGASHI: Tiara, like the little brat she is, did her best impression of a Jack-in-the-Box the moment the mention of dragons appeared. She shot up from seemingly nowhere behind Undershirt and slammed her hands onto his shoulders from behind to hoist herself up and look at him from above. "DRAGONS? I'M A DRAGON." She turned her attention to Shades with an almost sparkle to her eyes. "Dragons are GREAT."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Bowtie wasn't sure how to respond. How the fuck do explain to someone what fun is? How do you have to be raised to not know what fun is? "Uhh, fun is the feeling you get when you do something you enjoy." she said. That was pretty a pretty good definition there Bowtie.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "Dude, I want a dinosaur to ride! That sounds so cool. Why does your mom keep it? Too much to have at the Abbey?" Undershirt asked. If he ever had the chance he'd go to the North and get him a Dinosaur.

Meanwhile Wristband conjured up thoughts of knights in shining armor riding on dragons coming to save her. She smiled at that thought. "You know the big strong Knight type" she responded.

NAIVESPACEMAN: "Well. She isn't bothering me. Whoever she is." He huffed lightly folding his arms over his chest once more. "Besides. She doesn't seem to be doing anything now." He shifted his shoulders a bit and groaned slightly. "I need a massage."

HITAGASHI: Cammy slowly made her way into the show, humming softly to herself as she passed by Abbie who seemed to be scanning the crowd. She seemed to find what she was looking for as she practically stomped over to where Massie was. "How ya doin', yo?" Because saving her friend's... kid (she still didn't believe that) from discomfort was very important. Maybe they could talk about bikes.

TJ: Cufflink's eyes harden once more as they go back to his usual cold expression and only replied with, "Oh. I see, Thank you." It was a familiar word... He shook his head and looked in the car show again. Pursing his lips he slowly mumbled, "I suppose I can try having this 'fun'."

GAMER-GODDESS: Thigh High was determined to open Massie up "Well, what if we experiment with different activities. We could try sports or movies or one of the various arts or, or..." Trailing off as she attempted to think of anything, looking around the large expanse of cars "Or, collecting cars!"

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt and Wristband jumped at the sudden appearance of the demon child. "WHOA, where the hell did you come from?!" Undershirt yelled.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls kept to herself, but noted to book him a massage soon. She watched the conversation between the two demons, wondering why he was still talking to her, she wasn't important enough for him to know her name so why was he?

KR-O: Shades almost screamed from the sudden child popping up behind them but recognized her almost immediately. "Oh hey, you're Hairpin's girl, right? Excuse me, Hairpin's dragon? Am I getting it right?" He wanted to humor the kid as best he could because that's what HP requested. "On, no. My Ziz is far too big to keep it anywhere. It's like. Huge. And I mean HUGE. Think of like, half of the height of a giraffe."

HITAGASHI: Tiara grinned wide, pretty much catapulting herself over to Shades and bouncing when she landed. "Yeah! That's Meema! I'm Tiara! What's your dragon's name? Is it a boy or girl? Is it grown up?" Shades seemed to have opened up a can of worms.

KR-O: "I don't know, I have to focus on these issues that have been popping up as of lately. I don't want my dad too stressed about them-" Massie felt herself shrinking when Abbie approached them. "Oh, miss Abbie.Hello." She did a slight bow, beginning to fiddle with her fingers.

NAIVESPACEMAN: Furcoat eyed Overalls after he spoke out that he needed to get a massage. "You don't know how to give someone a shoulder massage?" He asked out to her, having expected her to give him one right on the spot.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls looked at him "I was going to book you a professional one for later this afternoon but I could give you one" she smiled, trying to remain 'perfect' to please him. She walked up to him, to get started working on his tense muscles

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "That's the spirit" Bowtie said. "So, what's your story? Where'd you come from?" She asked. She felt that this was going well. He appeared to be warming up to her, might as well keep the momentum going.

"That's awesome man!" Undershirt said excitedly. "I have to get one for myself. I could have so much fun with one of those!"

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: "I'm gonna leave you to your pampering, Furry. Besides, my bikes been left alone for a while now." She motioned towards the cycle section of the show. "And if that angel gets anywhere near it, there's gonna be a throw down."

KR-O: Shades laughed at Tiara's enthusiasm about the dragons. "Well, I don't have a dragon. It's more of a big bird. But she's grown! And feisty. You know the cat man? I can ask him to show you a baby dragon one of these days, he breeds them."

Shades looked at Undershirt, "Well, they're only native to the North so you'll need connections to obtain one. Which I can count as one. I got a few buddies that have Ziz as well."

NAIVESPACEMAN: "This stiffness isn't letting me wait on one." He huffed lightly, shifting his shoulders before she started giving him the massage he wanted. He was started to loosen up a bit before hearing Buckle speak. Hearing her call him 'Furry' caused him to sneer. "The name's Furcoat." He stated.

HITAGASHI: This information sent the little demon for a loop, eyes wide and hands clapping together rapidly. "You mean Mister Jokki has __dragons__?! Why didn't I know that? I thought he just had cats!" She seemed to be ignoring anyone else talking to Shades as he had her complete attention. Well, unless Jokki showed up and then he'd have to deal with Tiara.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt smiled. He had no idea where he could ever put one, but that doesn't matter. "Hey, maybe you could pull a few strings for an old pal huh?" He said nudging him with his elbow.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls held her breath, he was not happy with that name. She continued to work on his shoulders, trying to help him relax, them. She felt weird touching him since he never usually let her even get close enough to touch him since she was a 'peasant'. Usually she would be up in arms about being treated inferiority but she kinda needed this job and didn't take it personally since everyone else got treated like that too

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: "Yeah yeah, whatever you say, Furry." Buckle turned, put her hands in her pockets and started walking back to her bike.

KR-O: "I'll consider it." He said. It sounded so half-hearted from Shades, but hey. He wasn't one to deny a request that doesn't hurt anybody. "I just hope you're ready to research in taking care of those things." Now his attention was back to Tiara. "I thought he had cats too until he brought over a hatchling- Wait." He removed his namesake and stared off into the distance."I have a baby dragon at home." He completely forgot.

GAMER-GODDESS: "Well, if you ever change your mind." Thigh High sighed. "I heard there were refreshments, and I intend on finding them!" She said while clenching her fist. And with that Thigh High proceded to just stand there staring around the room with a hand stroking an imaginary beard.

OSCARK9: When Gloves got his beverage. He was finding a place to for him to settled down in. He decided that he will go outside and settled down their. Inside the Auto Show was getting a little muggy and making him have a headache from the oil fumes. So, outside is a best choice for him.

TJ: Cufflink flatly stated, "My Atunie Grace black mailed me to come work here and to abandon my company for a few years." He glanced over at the scene and stared at a car with interest.

NAIVESPACEMAN: Furcoat furrowed his brow when hearing the woman calling in that name again. He huffed, almost hissing in annoyance with the disrespect he received. He was a celebrity! How dare she treat him like a joke! He waited until the woman had walked away before he spoke again. "I don't like that one."

HITAGASHI: Tiara's attention seemed caught until she spotted something in the distance. Eyes wide, she shifted her attention around and jumped up to pat Shade's on the face lightly. "I gotta go I saw Faust but I wanna meet your dragon baby soon! Bye Mister Ironee! I'll tell Meema you're super nice!" And with this she ran over to what she seemed to have spotted in the distance.

As this happened, Abbie seemed to be glaring at the person in front of her in confusion. Why were they talking to Massie? "Hey, Massie, who's this? Actually, wait no, you." She pointed at Thigh High. "Who're ya, yeah?"

TIMERIFTS: "noted" Ralls tried to speak quietly, so the girl had no chance of hearing her. She knew it would aggravate Furcoat to hear himself be called something like that, she was getting pretty good at guessing what his reactions would be

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "What was that?" Undershirt asked. A baby dragon? How do you forget that? "Wonder if he'd let me have it?" he thought.

"Oh that's rough" Bowtie said. "I know how that feels. I got sent here after burning down my school with fire magic. It was terrible."

OSCARK9: Gloves was outside taking a deep breath from the fresh air and said to himself, "(exhaling) Ah! Now that's better. It's nice to smell oil once in a while, but air is where is at."

KR-O: After many "Are you done yet?"s from Armlet, HP finally finished on what he was working on. To him it was purely elementary, but he basically made a beefed up GTR from scratch. "Nothing to it!" He said in a smug tone. "Finally!" Armlet called out, throwing his hands up in the air."Are you gonna announce the competition?" "In a bit," HP responded, "Or right now, actually." Grabbing a PA microphone, HP announced that the car competition for their special was about to begin and that everybody make their way to other parts of the beach.

Tiara left a big smile on Shades face and waved her goodbye as she left. "What was what?" He asked Undershirt. But before he could ask something else, the announcement caught his attention. "Competition between the special guests? That wasn't anywhere in the invite...And we're the special guests.." Something didn't feel right here. Were these Demons up to something?

Massie could feel some hostility coming off Abbie and decided to answer herself anyways. "Oh, this is Thigh High. She's another Abbey resident. Anyways, should we make our way to this competition?"

GAMER-GODDESS: Freezing mid stroke, Thigh-High glanced up at the person disrupting her mission. "I'm sorry, what'd you just say?" Glancing at Abbie in confusion, only to hear Massie clear it up.

NAIVESPACEMAN: Furcoat grumbled something about ruining lives and making people get stuck in dead end jobs, but he quieted down after a moment. He started to relax with the help of Overalls' massage. But that stopped when the announcement blared over the PA and caused him to jump. "What the hell??"

TIMERIFTS: listening to the PA ralls sighed a little "you wanna watch that?" she asked him, not stopping his massage, she was glad to of helped, even if only for a short time before the loudness that blared across the area

TJ: Cufflink jumped the sudden noise and looks over to Bow tie.

TJ: "Competition...?"

NAIVESPACEMAN: Furcoat gazed up at the PA, but still stayed in place for her to continue the massage. "Watch it? Only if I get a box seat. I'm not going to get soaked in smoke and smell like exhaust for two weeks." He grumbled. "Is that what you're here for? A competition?"

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt and Wristband jumped at the sound of the PA. They listened to the announcement and when it was finished, Undershirt turned to Shades. "I KNEW something was up" he said. Wristband nodded her head in agreement.

Bowtie just finished her story when the PA went off and made the announcement. "What the hell?" she asked in confusion. Today might prove to be much more interesting than she thought.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: Buckle got back to her bike just as she heard the message. She grabbed her helmet and noticed a scratch on her bike. "Really," she shouted. "I was gone for maybe two minutes!" She angrily jumped on to her bike and sped off towards the competition.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls continued to massage his shoulders, even working on his upper back "I see," she stayed put "nah that was not on the flier, Seems kinda interesting though" she shrugged, she kinda wanted to watch, but now that he was here she was back on the clock and all her decisions would be based around him

OSCARK9: While he was outside. He heard from the announcement that there's going to be a Competition. He said to himself, "Competition? Sweet! I don't know what it is, but I hope it's fun." So, he head off towards the competition.

TJ: Cufflink stretched a bit and wondered whether to back out now or not. "I'll just sit in the back..." He whispers to himself and walking over to the competition. "Are you coming?" He glances back at Bow tie and tilts his head.

HITAGASHI: Abbie considered it, shrugged, and stared at Thigh High for a moment more. "Yeah, sure, why not, yeah? It's bound to be fun." She stared at Massie and waved an arm in a way that indicated she go first. She vaguely noticed Cammy actually tearing ass to the competition from the corner of her eye.

Having heard the announcement, however, made Tiara beeline straight for her Meema and the PA system. Pretty much skidding to a stop, she reached to grab it from HP and narrowed her eyes. "Give it."

NAIVESPACEMAN: He shifted a bit, leaning back into the massage while listening to his assistant. "Do you want to take part in it?" He asked out. He seemed to be in a rather generous mood today. "If so, you have ten minutes to find me a seat away from the smoke, if not a box seat."

KR-O: HP didn't hesitate and handed Tiara the receiver. "Knock 'em dead. Not literally, though."

TIMERIFTS: She blinked, not used to him being so nice to her "uh, sure" she smiled, trying to keep the surprise out of her voice "I will do that for you" she wiggled out of their situation to find them seats, checking her watch to make sure she would be back before her 10 minutes was up

GAMER-GODDESS: Bra had finally gotten a drink and was about to take a sip when the sudden noise from the PA caused her to drop it a little too close to one of the displays. The young lady practically sprinted away from the incident, she did not want to deal with whoever was supervising the cars. Making a mad dash to beach, Bra scanned the crowd for any good spots to spectate.

Thigh High was still thinking about food but decided to tag along with Massie and Abbie to avoid being abandoned. She shoved her hands in her pockets and matched the girls' pace as they walked towards the competition.

KR-O: Jokki had been asleep for a good majority of the auto show and was abruptly woken up by the PA speaker going off. His poor ears. Shaking his head, trying to wake up, he started walking towards the competition. "Why can't we enjoy a simple beach day..." He groaned.

HITAGASHI: Taking control of the PA like it was her birth right, she grinned broadly and let out a victorious hissing noise when she finally turned it on. "Is everyone ready?! Get jumping and pumping gas because we're about to race! Burn the tracks and get going to your cars if you've got 'em! The winner gets uh..." She paused, trying to think of a prize. Looking at all the cars, she shrugged. "The winner gets a car!"

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: Buckle was first to pull up to the starting line. She flicked down her helmet's visor and revved her engine, ready to go.

KR-O: HP got up on stage to explain Tiara's terms for the competition. Seeing as he was a tall bean pole, he knelled down to her level and spoke into the receiver, "This competition is to see which species has the most powerful vehicle to offer. We will race 12 cars and whichever side wins, gets the loser's most priced car." Ending his speech, the curtains retreated to show of the GTR he had just finished. "This will be one of the cars representing the Demons. Wonder what will Angels offer."

Shades stared at HP in pure disbelief. This guy. "That wasn't in the terms of service you asshole!"

TJ: Cufflinks watched the commotion and leans back in his seat. Racing wasn't really his thing but with the raised stakes, it could be interesting. Although with the surprise they brought up... Cufflink cautiously shines his cuff links.

OSCARK9: Gloves could not believes what he just heard. "Were going to have a race and the losers will lose their car? That's crazy! However, I do like to race against somebody." By thinking his thoughts for a minute. He made his decision. "Ah, why not. Let's do this!" He said. He rushes back to his green motorcycle and drove down to the starting line.

KR-O: "Nothing's ever in the Terms of Service, that's how some businesses work." HP said. "Anyways, I'll be driving this lovely car. I hope you all have something to accompany the bike that just entered, because against a GTR? Oof." He had a point. Those cars take off faster than you can blink.

As Massie arrived she looked at Shades and then to the car, then back to Shades. "Why don't you enter your car, father?" Shades nearly choked on his own spit, "ME

KR-O: Shades nearly choked on his own spit, "ME? WITH MY CAR? __ABSOLUTELY NOT!__ " He's not made of money, you know.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt gave Shades a nudge. "Dude, it's a car show, there are plenty of cars to choose from" he whispered. "While you look around, I've already got my car picked out" he said out loud. He walked over to a car a little ways out. "The Hennessey Venom GT, worlds fastest car. No one will be able to touch me" he said as he slipped into the seat of the bright orange supercar. Wristband followed her brother and got into the passenger side. Undershirt pushed the start button and the car roared to life.

Bowtie looked around for a suitable vehicle for her. Eventually she landed on one. The McLaren P1. "Fast and stylish, I like it" She said as she circled the car before getting in to the black car.

KR-O: Shades followed Undershirt, then compared the chosen vehicle to the Demons' chosen one. "I don't think I've seen a model like that before. So it must be custom. If it is, we're screwed." Massie followed along and when Shades made that inspection, she squinted at the vehicle, "You could be right. The actual specs? We may have to ask if those were imported or custom made too.."

HITAGASHI: Like she had been, Abbie followed Massie and stared at the car. She then turned to stare at her friend and pulled out her wallet. "Do you need me to buy you a car?" Because this is obviously how things work. As she said this, Cammy was hopping into the car she was actually debuting at the show because of all her custom changes to it. She pet the wheel and kissed it, grinning wide as she ripped off her mask, jacket, and turtleneck and left herself in a tank top as she revved her car to life. Her Ferrari wouldn't fail her and if it did at least they'd go out in a blaze of glory.

As all this went on the little girl holding the mic grinned. "Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone who is neither, both, or some combination thereof! Please remember we aren't reimbursing you for losses! You enter at your own risk! If you have the money, buy a car on display that isn't custom!" She jumped a bit in place and then turned to her guardian. Eyebrows furrowing, Tiara stared at HP intently. "Meema, if you get hurt can I light people on fire?"

KR-O: HP winked at Tiara and patted her head. "That won't be necessary when they get burned by the nitro boost. But, please take care of your brother. He doesn't like sand, remember?"

KR-O: Shades backed off from Abbie with his hands raised defensively, "Nuh-uh, I ain't taking that much money for a car that's gonna get wasted. You can't make me, yo."

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: As Buckle was driving in and out of the crowd towards the starting line, she noticed the demon she had met earlier and steered her bike towards her.

"Hey! Coveralls right?" Buckle shouted over the crowd of people. "Where'd your boss run off to?"

HITAGASHI: Ignoring him, she turned to Massie. "Please pick a car, I have the money to spare."

Grabbing Armlet's hand was Tiara's response as well as a big grin. "I know! I can spook him but sand's bad. It's gross anyway!" She turned to her brother and squeezed a little with her hand to let him know she was talking to him. "We can stay on the sidewalk! 'Kay?"

TJ: Cufflink had been walking along the board walk, wandering with no destination planned. "With all the commotion at the race, it's like the whole beach has been desserted..." He thought while walking slowly.

KR-O: "What." Massie stared in disbelief. "I don't know how to drive, though."

Armlet nodded, "The sidewalk sounds good. Concrete is so much more appreciated than sand, really." He waited for her to move, he's not taking any chances of touching something gross on this sand.

TIMERIFTS: Overalls smiled "I was actually here finding a spot for us to sit and watch" she didn't bother correcting her on her name "nice bike by the way" she smiled

HITAGASHI: "Just pick a car for him to drive. Whichever one looks coolest to you I guess." The girl shrugged and grabbed Shades by the collar. "I have money to spare, you moron."

Bouncing, Tiara lead him over to the sidewalk. "People do a lot of gross stuff on beaches. I don't like all the water either."

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: "C'mon really? I mean do you really just want to sit and watch?" Buckle scooted forward on her seat. "I need a partner. Hop on. I'll deal with your boss later."

KR-O: "Why not buy the competition and make ourselves the automatic winners?" Massie suggested. It was an auto show.

KR-O: Shades stared at Massie, "...That's so stupid it's genius." "Just like you, I guess." She replied. OH SNAP. Conveniently HP called out to them saying the custom GT wasn't for sale. There goes that plan.

"Fine, we'll get the car next to Undershirt. I'll be a driver I guess." Shades said reluctantly.

"Pretty sure at one point I stepped on something gooey. Litterers are gross." Though, Armlet was now contemplating if he could lift a car up or not with magic. It would be pretty cool.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls gave a nervous laugh "I would rather not lose my job, so maybe i can ask him right now" she looked at her watch, she had like 5 minutes to find him a spot and get back to him "give me a few minutes" she smiled weakly spotting a place that Furcoat would approve of and went to find him "I would love to join you though!"

TJ: Within in a few minutes Cufflink found himself completely lost. Looking around confused he quickly spots Tiara and Armlet. His cheeks light up a pale pink as he asked them, "Sorry to bother, but do you know where we are?"

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: "Can't even find a seat himself. What a pushover." She flicked her helmet's visor down. "Meet me at the starting line." Buckle sped off before she could hear whatever response Overalls would have given.

KR-O: Armlet turns around in the general direction of Cufflink's voice. "Hm? We're at an auto show, are we not? I know dad announced a race happening in a bit. Uh, I can't exactly point out the direction but Tiara can."

HITAGASHI: Coming up behind Shades as she was investigating a car, Pastel looked over at someone she knew as a human and heard what the person next to him said. Eyebrow raised, she smirked beneath her mask. "_Dia duit_, Mister Shades. Ah'm 'fraid Ah'd 'ave t' buy 'er ou', aye?"

Pausing in her excited thoughts of how to announce, Tiara regarded the person that had approached. "Meema said we're on the beach at the Daten Auto Show and I made sure me and Armlet were on the sidewalk because we don't like sand!" Not very helpful, Tiara.

TJ: "Ah I see... I must've walked all the way back...And I have no idea how to get home." Cufflink ended his thought out loud as he scanned the area. His cheeks flush into a dark red as he gets more and more flustered from getting lost. "Damn it....!" He mumbles as he grits his teeth,

TIMERIFTS: Overalls walked up to her boss "I found you a spot" she hesitated "also someone asked me to join them in the race" she added quickly hoping he was alright with her doing that, then realized why did she care what he thought about what she did in her free time, but kept her mouth shut because she liked having an income. Right that is why she cared

KR-O: Well there was a voice he hadn't heard in a long time. He turned, somewhat excited to meet up with Pastel after so long. But he was caught off guard by her current form. "Whoa...Sorry, but. You kicked the bucket?" Changing the subject real quick in terms of the car, "Well it's not like we can buy it off HP since he told us no.

Armlet tilted his head, "Man, you feel tense. Is everything okay?" He scratched the back of his head, not sure what to make of this Demon. "All I know is that the entrance to Hell is in the offices, so maybe try to go back to the Mayor's building?" He said that, but he doesn't exactly know where that is either.

TJ: "Ah... That

TJ: is a good idea! Thank you!" Cufflink's mood seems to imrpove for 3 seconds until he starts to chide himself for not thinking that. "Have a nice night." Bowing again he quickly sprints off to who knows where.

HITAGASHI: "Aye, kicked th' bucket, got on th' news, e'en 'ad a funeral. Fasc'natin', that." Scratching at the horns protruding from her head, she grimaced. "Wishin' I coul' figured ou' tha' disguise shite. An' th' fact's tha' Ah've go' bets on this race, aye? Gotta win i' good. So Ah'd nae le' 'er buy 'em all." Abbie glared at the blue lady, eye twitching hardcore.

Tiara waved at Cufflink as he left, yelling out directions for him to follow to get to Hell Corps faster. She turned to look up at her brother. "Why do people ask me stuff? I thought everyone knew to talk to Meema or Papa."

NAIVESPACEMAN: Furcoat was in the process of a yawn when Overalls walked back up to him. Well, she was back before the ten minutes were up. That was a good sign. "Good." He replied, about to tell her to lead the way before she mentioned that someone wanted her to join them in the race. "The race? Well. If you get dirty, you aren't allowed to touch me or my clothes until you clean yourself." He spoke sternly. It was wise for her to not mention Buckle as being the one who asked. He would have likely not allowed her to go out of spite. "Now, show me to my spot before you go."

TIMERIFTS: Ralls nodded, leading him to the spot she found, hoping so badly he liked it, since she actually did look and stumble upon it before being interrupted "Will do sir" she smiled at him, happy to get more of a longer leash so to say, she looked at him, watching to see his reaction to the spot

KR-O: "Wow, it made the news? Now I feel like an asshole for not seeing that. I'm sure you'll figure things out with your new powers. Maybe ask HP? He's an expert on that. Just how do you think we have perfect cosplays?" He was pretty much ignoring anything that had to do with the race, he was just wanted friendly banter.

Armlet shrugged, "Probably because they may not know who dad and father are." I mean, that's a safe bet.

HP spoke into the receiver again, "Alright, if you have your cars ready, make your way on to the track and we'll begin shortly!"

NAIVESPACEMAN: Furcoat followed after her, stopping when she showed up to the spot she found for him. He stepped forward and looked over the spot. It was a decent spot, far up into the stands. Far enough that the smoke shouldn't cover his face and body. "Wonderful." He walked over and took a seat, laying one leg over the other. "Go on. And you're not allowed to lose."

TIMERIFTS: Ralls nodded, heading down to the track, looking for Buckle, not exactly sure how Fur would take her riding on the bike with the person that disrespected him, but to her she was just excited to get invited by anyone to join them in this.

OSCARK9: While Gloves was waiting for the others to show up. He turn off his green motorcycle and plays his favourite music; "The Other Side" by Jason Derulo, before the race starts. "Man, I love this song." He smile with the music.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt heard the announcement and laughed. "HAHA Finally! Let's kick some ass Wristband!" He yelled as he revved the engine. Peeling out from where the car was parked, he drifted around a bit as he made his way to the race track.

Bowtie heard the message too. She however was much less flashy. She casually drove over to the race track and took her time doing it. She did get very annoyed by Undershirt's showboating.

OSCARK9: When Gloves saw the others coming to the track. He cut his music short and put his phone away in his pocket and starts his engine. "Alright, lets do this." He said to himself happily and roaring his engine loudly.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: Buckle was at the starting line fiddling with something on her bike when she saw Overalls walking onto the track.

"So Furry let you race with me after all." She shouted from the starting line.

HITAGASHI: Laughing, Pastel shook her head. "Aye, breakin' news. Got pumped full o' lead. Ain't so fun, ye ken? Messy an' all tha'. An' agains' th' rules. Nae guns 'llowed." She shrugged, shaking her head once more. "Ye'd think some'n who borrowed money from me would ge' tha' bu' sadly tha' ain' 'ow thin's wen' a' all." She seemed to give thought to his suggestion and nodded. "Bu' aye, might 'ave t' do tha'."

"Meema why didn't you tell him where to go? We don't know and you were __right__ there!" Tiara pouted up at him but spoke once more to her brother. "They're dumb then, right?" Cammy grinned from her position in her car, helmet firmly in place and heavy duty seat belts ready. She was definitely ready.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls walked up to the bike, kinda shrugging "he doesn't exactly know I am racing with you, also he does not like being called Furry" she shrugged, trying to defend him

KR-O: "Yeesh, sounds rough. At least you're doing fine right now." At least she wasn't DEAD-DEAD. But ok, I have to go and. Participate in this race. Massie you're being my passenger." Shades got into the car and started it. Massie shrugged and went into the passenger's seat bucking up. Safety first and all that. "Laaaater!" Shades called out as he left.

HP looks up at the sky trying to think of something, "Well, Tiara. I guess since I'm not wearing the black suit, they don't know. Don't be too hard on them. Now, you two be good, I'm gonna gonna have a little fun." He walked to his car before running back to the children, "And _NO_ Earth magic shenanigans!" As soon as HP turned around, Armlet stuck his tongue out. He was SO doing Earth magic shenanigans.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: Buckle chuckled (badumtss). "You didn't tell him? He's gonna have a fit once he sees us in the winners circle with the angels' car. Oh, and take this." She grabbed a helmet off of the ground and handed it to her racing partner. "Safety first or something like that."

TIMERIFTS: She laughed weakly "yeah, he is gonna have a fit if we lose" she put the helmet on "thanks" feeling like a bit of a badass climbing onto that bike, she was gonna race with a buncha other people which was pretty cool, right?

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: Buckle put on her own helmet and hopped on the bike in front of Overalls. "Race should be starting soon. Might want to get your weapon out." She put a hand on her belt. "I can always use mine in case things get too hairy."

KR-O: HP drove up to the starting line and checked to see if the other competitors were ready to go. Well, he didn't actually care. He was not playing by the rules, he just wanted to show off this cool car he made. "Alright, if you're not by the starting line in a minute well...You'll have to catch up!"

Shades put down his phone once HP rolled in, "About time. Hopefully I don't turn this car on its wheels." Last thing he wants is to wreck an expensive car that isn't his.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls looked down at herself "I would have to get off the bike to summon my weapon" she laughed nervously "yours would probably work better" she stated, as she climbed on the bike. She looked at the spot she picked out for Furcoat, hoping she doesn't disappoint him.

HITAGASHI: Tiara turned her attention to Armlet. "Is it earth magic if I light rocks on fire and have you throw them at people?"

KR-O: ". . ." "Yes." Armlet replied. "It does.That could make the race interesting, huh?"

HITAGASHI: "We'll call it dragon magic he can't argue because if he does I'll light his shoes on fire." She nodded to herself, pulling the mic up. "Drivers get ready! We've got less than a minute before the race begins! No cheating and by that I mean if you play it safe you play it lame and you're a cheater cheater pumpkin eater!"

KR-O: Jokki walked into the starting line, in a position he thought he wouldn't get run over by cars... Hopefully. He had a flag in hand, looking at a watch before he picked it up. "On your marks.."

Meanwhile, Armlet began to compress some of the sand into stone. "Let's start out small. Like if this was hail...But aflame."

"Get set..." Jokki continued. " ___GO!___ " Right before the drivers could hit the gas pedal, Jokki launched a sand pillar into the air for his own safety.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: Buckle gunned her engine and sped past Jokki's pillar. "Here, take this." She unfastened her belt and it transformed into her trident."It's got quite a reach, so don't let any angels scratch up my bike, alright," Buckle shouted over the wind as she passed it behind her.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt put the hammer down and rocketed off the starting line. going 0-60 in 2.5 seconds made it easy to pull out front for the moment.

Bowtie put the pedal to the metal and peeled off the starting line. She did spin her tires a bit, causing her to not get quit the jump Undershirt did. But none the less she did get a good start.

TIMERIFTS: Ralls took it, nodding, readying it. She decided as they were moving to turn around, so she kicked her legs over so she was facing backwards, all in one smooth movement. She was ready to push away anyone who got close to the bike. Her heart was suddenly beating faster as she got super excited to be doing this

KR-O: HP hit the gas pedal, causing the tires to kick up ridiculous amounts of sand into the competition behind him. It didn't take him to long to be up to par with Undershirt who looked like a good first target.

As Shades sped off, Massie unstrapped herself from the car and summoned two swords form her namesake, merging them to summon her electric guitar. "Uh, Massie, I don't think that's safe!" "That's the point, Massie replied, putting on some goggles to protect her eyes. "If we're gonna get wasted, we will do it historic on the fury road!!" Shades has never been more mortified in his life.

"Besides, I don't think a lot of cars can handle sonic booms." She added before she climbed outside the car.

OSCARK9: Gloves summoned his gloves into gauntlets and drove his motorcycle like there's no tomorrow. Excitement was in the air and catching up to the other racers. "Yahoo!" He scream in excitement.

HITAGASHI: Swerving out of the starting line to distract those behind her, Cammy tore through sand to catch up to Shades and Massie. A manic grin was on her face though it looked more like rage than anything and her Ferrari tore its way up to the angel pair. Bring it on, lady, she could definitely see Massie. This was gonna be fun!

OSCARK9: He was catching up to the racers and as he saw at his first racers. He saw 2 demon girls driving on a same bike and one of them was holding a trident.

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SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt looked over and Saw HP closing in on him. "What the hell?" he asked in anger. "Hey Wristband, take care of this guy will ya?"

"You got it boss" she said as she jumped on to the roof of the car. She transformed her wristband into he butterfly swords and jumped onto the roof of HP's and plunged her blades into the cockpit roof. She lost her balance a bit and had to bail back to Undershirt before falling off.

Meanwhile Bowtie set her sights on Gloves. She speed up and rammed him. But she miss judged the speed and didn't do as much damage as she would have liked.

HITAGASHI: Wild grin firmly on her face, Cammy swung her car about, whooping and hollering loudly as she slammed the side of her car into Shades' and sped forward a bit to set her sights on the end. Man, if only this were Mario Kart, she'd get a Blue Shell for sure.

KR-O: As the sword pierced the roof of his car, HP hit the breaks to try and tried to get Wristband off her balance. Setting the car on autopilot, he climbed out of the window to get the sword. It should come in handy.

"What the hell!?" Shades swerved a little to get away from Cammy before getting back on track. But this may have cost him something.... Massie fell of the car and he saw that via the side mirror. "That's what you get for not wearing a seat belt, pendeja!"

Massie lay there in the sand for a bit before lifting her head up and spitting out sand. "Gross...."

OSCARK9: "Why you..." Gloves set her sights on Bowtie and rammed her. She took some damage the way that he liked it.

KR-O: Armlet got a decent sized rock ready. He got Tiara to light in on fire and tried his best to see through all the fuzziness the sand offered him. "Alright, hopefully I don't blow up dad.." He threw the rock before launching it with a strong kick enhanced by Earth magic.

Quite a kick too because it SMASHED through the hood of Bowtie's car, taking out the motor.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "What the hell" Bowtie said as she regained control of her car. "Why you...." She started before she looked up at the sky and noticed a giant fire ball hurtling toward her. "Well fuck" she said as the ball of fire exploded her car. After the explosion faded away, Bowtie was sitting on the sand charred black and some of her hair on fire as she held the steering wheel in her hand. She coughed some soot out of her lungs before collapsing on her back.

(( OOC: The roleplay will be continued at some other time. Thank you for participating today! ))

LAST TIME ON DCM: Angels were invited by an anonymous individual to come and look at Daten's annual Auto Show by the beach. All was going well until Demons showed up. Despite Demons coming off as provocative to Angels, they decided to call it truce after both sides were asked, nicely, to not make a mess of all these cars. But Demons always have their ways, they own the damn beach! Deciding that Angels can't have fun on the beach for one day, they call for a sudden race against a custom made Nissan GT-R made by your's truly. With the race underway, the first competitor is out. Will the Demons reign supreme in the auto world? Will Angels??? Or will both suffer heavy losses in good cars!?

(( OOC: Reminder to also have this page: http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/119/event-dying-historic-nudist-road open! You will need it if you're participating in the race. ))

KR-O: Seeing he had a good chance to get back at the pair of Angels in the lead, HP readies the weapon left behind by Wristband. His grin widens as he inserts the weapon into something that looks like a cannon mounted on the passenger's seat. Putting the car on autopilot, he aims carefully. Then he fires, popping one of the tires successfully. He cheers to himself before going back to the wheel where he presses a button. Some tricked out tumbaburros appear, probably spiked. Hitting nitro boost, he catches up to Undershit before ramming the front of the GT-R with the back passenger's seat, taking out the other back tire. "That's what you get for thinking you're hot stuff!" HP then hits reverse before speeding off back into the lead.

Armlet readies another stone with Tiara setting it aflame. He's aiming, but that won't do him any good. It's not like he can even "see" properly. Taking a gander he launches the flaming rock into the air before giving it a good kick to send it off. He can't tell if it missed or not, but judging by no exploding noises, he assumes he missed. No big deal, he's got more stones where that came from.

KR-O: Massie is picked up by Jokki who immediately starts to dust her off and see if her injuries are treatable with a simple first aid. She tells him she's fine and Jokki brings her along to find any others that may have been stranded on the track. Massie points out a charred part of the racetrack, as if some meteorite came by. "Yeesh," Jokki started, "Hey, you. Are you ok?" He asked Bowtie.

HITAGASHI: Tiara grinned wickedly following her brother's failed launching and proceeded to switch her namesake into a hammer, light the hammer on fire, and then hurl it into the race. Mostly to avenge the miss. But also because her Meema never said she couldn't throw her hammer. She watched as it sore upwards and then came down, smacking into one of Shady's doors. Not hard enough to destroy it, but definitely enough to stick into it with a spike. "Oops."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt saw HP fire one of Wristbands swords out of some kind of canon thing and popped one of his tires. "That dirty bastard!" he yelled as he struggled to regain control of the car. When HP popped the other tire, he lost all control and the fact that Wristband was trying to strangle him as she held on for dear life. Undershirt was sent into a wild spin out before hitting a dune and flipping over. The two of them flew through the windshield and both ended up getting a mouthful of sand. The two of them spat out the sand. "Ow, my pride" Undershirt said before yelling at the top of his lungs "YOU CHEATING BASTARD!"

KR-O: Shades was starting to feel pretty safe after Massie's blunder. He may be dead last, but that was alright. He glanced around for a bit and then something caught his eye. What the hell was....oh shit that was coming in right for him. With very little timr to react he hit the breaks, letting his car take the hammer's impact. There may or may not have been a high pitched yell. It's a mystery.

TJ: Cufflink suddenly appeared in HP's car out of thin air.How he got there, he doesn't know. And honestly it doesn't matter because it looks like he's having three mini heart attacks at once.

KR-O: HP didn't know how this kid got in his car, but might as well make it worth it. Putting the vehicle on autopilot (again) he grabbed Cufflink by the collar and brought him close. "I don't know who you are. But I have a particular set of skills.... Anyways I have no fucking idea how you got in here but don't go about doing any funny business."

TJ: "Wasnt planning any!" Cufflink promptly said and made a slight choking sound. He was at the office one minute about to open a file and now he was in a car at an insane speed with a chance of death.

KR-O: "That better be the case. Anyways, you don't look familiar. I'm guessing you're a new employee. If that's the case, I hope you're ready for your first real job. You're going to help take down the rest of the competition from getting the lead!" He let go of Cufflink, getting back on the wheel. "Don't worry, though. We're not in any immediate danger." HP said confidently. Hopefully he didn't jinx himself.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Bowtie walked over to Undershirt slightly charred and her shoulders slumped. "Holy shit, what happened to you?" Undershirt asked with his arms folded. "Shut it" Bowtie said. "Wow, what a bitch" Wristband thought. "Hey is that Massie? HEY OVER HERE!" he yelled as he waved his arms.

TJ: He nods and gulps; he was really hoping that he could avoid all of this. But it looks like he has to be useful. Cufflink looked back at the other cars and immediately felt a lump form in his throat; close range weapon plus cars racing equals him either losing his name sake or falling out the window.

KR-O: Massie waved at Undershirt and started to jog her way over with Jokki to them.

"Wow, you all look like you've seen better days..." Jokki remarked as he looked over to Undershirt's wreck. "Anyways, no broken anything for medical assistance?

OSCARK9: While Gloves was still in the race with his green kawasaki motorcycle. He saw Shades and his car stop on the side of the road. Gloves was wondering to himself why Shades stop his car. So he slow down for a bit and drove his bike besides Shades car to see what's going on. "Hey, sir. I was wondering why..." he was about to finish his own question until Gloves saw a hammer on his car's door and switch his own question to a different one. "Why do you have a hammer on your door?" he asked Shades.

KR-O: Shades stared absentmindedly into the abyss. He shrugged and sighed as if this was something normal. "Cause Demons' ain't shit." He pointed to the hammer stuck on the door, "Them's Demon colors. Someone's playing dirty." He wasn't sure if he was to keep going, he already did lose Massie somewhere back there. "Anyways, aren't you participating in the race? You should try to catch up to others. I'll be fine."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "We're fine" Undershirt said as coughed out the last bit of sand. "Just a little scraped up. Yeah, HP really screwed us over."

"Freaking cheater is what he is" Wristband said.

"Speak for yourself, I had a giant meteor come out of nowhere and blow me up" Bowtie remarked.

KR-O: Before Massie could say anything, she stared at Bowtie in disbelief. "A...meteor?" It was strange. The news said nothing of a meteor shower hitting the Earth.

"Well at least you lot are fine." Jokki said, "And you should expect Demons to cheat all the time. We're never honest with our games." He's not wrong.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt raised an eyebrow. "You guys are admitting to your own cheating?" he asked with a laugh. "That's a new one."

"Yeah a meteor. At least that's what I think it was. I only got a glimpse of it before it, you know, blew up my car" Bowtie said, clearly pissed off by the whole thing. To be taken out by another competitor was one thing, but to be taken out by a freak of nature was another. At least she thought it was a freak of nature.

OSCARK9: "Yes I am." He answers him. "Well okay, sir. Just be safe and hope to see you on the road again." He said to him. "See ya!" He shouted at him while he drove off and waving behind his back to him.

KR-O: Shades waved back before looking at the car with his hands on his hips. "Like hell am I going back on that road. I'm too old for this." He did try to pry off the hammer but to no avail and decided to walk off back to the auto show, hoping to catch up with anybody else that lost the race.

"The things Western Demons do is anything but noble, you should know this." As if Jokki himself was an honest man. "That's pretty rough," Massie commented to Bowtie. "I'm still not buying that it was a natural occurrence. I'm investigating this." Then she started off back to the auto show.

HITAGASHI: While all this chaos happened, Bifocals had been poking around at cars, taking pictures for her brother's boss, and vaguely observing the situation over in the race. Well, until she heard mention of a meteor? That was odd. She looked up at the sky, blue eyes trying to track anything being there. Nothing. That thought in mind, she stepped closer to Jokki and his group in time to hear him talk about Western Demons being, well, the way they were. "Oh trust me, they used to be noble. And then technology happened and no one seemed to grasp what truces, cease fires, and peace treaties were."

KR-O: "Western Demons used to be nice kids," Jokki said in agreement with Bifocals. "But then everything changed when Frock started infrastructure in the West. Might as well give the cherry the West if he wants to keep it as a colony.." Massie squinted her eyes at Jokki. She was hearing history she never heard of or Jokki's metaphors were getting...too out there. "I can't tell if you're serious or not.." She said, only to be responded with, "I'm being both."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "All Demons are the same to me. But you're the first I can actually tolerate a conversation with. So congrats bud!" he said with a cocky smile.

"IF YOU FIND THAT A PERSON DID IT, LET ME BURN THEM ALIVE!!!" Bowtie yelled as Massie ran away.

KR-O: "You sound like the whitest motherfucker I've ever come into contact with..." He grabbed Undershirt, opening his mouth, "Hello, is Donald Trump in there?" Massie snorted, trying not to laugh.

Shades managed to find the group, tilting his head at what's going on. He wasn't going to ask questions, curious to see where this was going.

HITAGASHI: Bifocals felt her mouth open and close a few times at both the statement from the angel in front of her. Undershirt, she thought his name was, had just said something stupid. And the demon he was speaking to had said something weirder. "I don't think I've heard a statement that stupid since World War II. And there was a lot of stupidity then." As she said this, Abbie cracked her knuckles from right behind where the group was. Yeah. Undershirt, why?

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Undershirt was taken aback by this, though quickly grew pretty pissed. "I take back what I said about you being tolerable. When was the last time you brushed your teeth?" he asked plugging his nose and pretending to gag.

Wristband and Bowtie just looked at each other and shrugged. "Does he always get like this?" Bowtie asked.

"Unfortunately" Wristband replied.

KR-O: Jokki let go of Undershirt laughing, "Says you, I am very hygienic. You are questionable at best!" He widened his grin to reveal his pearly whites, all nice and sharp. "You Western Angels are so easy to anger." He added in.

"Oh come on, Jokki, you said you'd stop teasing people." Shades said, resting an arm on the Demon's shoulder.

Seeing as she had nothing to contribute to the conversation, she continued her investigation of these meteorites. She checked all possible places, but she hasn't exactly gone behind the stage where the race was announced. "Hmm.." It was vacant at the moment, so she should be allowed to head back there, right?

HITAGASHI: Shaking her head, she rubbed the bridge of her nose as she felt a headache coming on. "Seriously?" Turning to Jokki to give him her full attention and to dismiss Undershirt as, well, not worth her time, she held out her hand. "I'm sorry these modern day angels are stupid. This guy," she pointed at Shades, "doesn't count. I'm pretty sure he's an oddity."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "Well my mouth would be a lot cleaner if I did just receive a mouthful of sand" Undershirt said said. before turning his head the other way and folding his arms.

"So, what happened to you Shades? I thought you were still racing?" Wristband asked. She tried to do a mental count of who that would even make left in the race.

"Yeah, get hit by random Meteors too?" Bowtie asked. Mostly because she didn't want to be the only one taken out by nature.

KR-O: Jokki stuck out his tongue at Undershirt before teasing Shades about being called an oddity. "Hear that, you're SPESHUUUUL." He said, piking at Shades' cheek.

Shades let out a weird noise, smacking Jokki's hand away. "Anyways... I would be racing it if weren't for the fact that a flying hammer wrecked my car's door. The car is operable, But Demons ain't playing fair."

Jokki looked around the auto show, "Come to think of it, none of the demons here so far have done anything suspicious. Everybody's pretty tame so far."

HITAGASHI: There seemed to be a distinct pause, the pa system seeming to come to life. "Sorry, Mister Ironeeeeeee! I didn't mean to throw it at your car! I was trying to hit the motorcycle!" Crackling noises came from the other end of it as well. "Can I have my tiara back?"

KR-O: "Dern kids," Shades said. He looked back at the distance he walked. "I'll get the tiara later."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "I told you man, Demons are always up to something" Undershirt said turning back around to Shades.

KR-O: Well that totally didn't give Massie people to suspect. She let herself into the backstage where she caught Armlet and Tiara preparing another flaming rock. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot. She cleared her throat to announce her presence. "So I guess this explains the 'meteorites.' "

Armlet froze in place at the sudden voice. Feeling caught, he was ready to start crying and beg for forgiveness, but he wasn't going to submit so quickly. He felt a tear or two fall from his face, but it could have been the sand.

HITAGASHI: Turning around quickly, Tiara hissed loudly at the intruder. "GO AWAY! You're not allowed to upset my brother! LEAVE." With that, she spit a fireball at Massie's feet, more a warning than anything else. She thought it had to be a rule to not sneak up on Armlet. It was rude, after all, since he couldn't see. "We're playing, you go be stupid somewhere else!"

KR-O: "W-We're not going to be in trouble, are we?" Armlet said with a meek voice.

Massie backed up from the fireball and went back to her initial spot, standing her ground. "Depends. But I don't think making rock fire balls is something you two should be playing with." She tapped her chin and shrugged. It's not like an Angel was hurt so she couldn't instigate anything against the children. She just let them be. She arrived back to the group, with her hands behind her head. You know, the usual anime elbows up pose. "Well, they weren't meteorites, just some shenanigans by kids."

"Well at least you Demons kept it fair for once," Shades said to Jokki and Bowtie.

SUPERSAIYAN5100: "WHO THE FUCK WAS IT I WILL DESTROY THEM!!" Bowtie yelled as flames emanated from her eyes. Chill Bowtie, damn. Undershirt and Wristband just stared at her

HITAGASHI: A hand came down on Bowtie's shoulder, grip firm as the person held her in place. "Miss, I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it. Now, I know you're likely upset but even demons have to have some standards about not harming children." She grinned, rather coldly, Bifocals' eyes narrowing on the demon in her grasp. "Right?"

KR-O: "They're all spoiled rotten if you ask me," Jokki chimed in. "I know who the children are and will report them to their parents if you want that Bowtie. They'll take it from there."

SUPERSAIYAN5100: Bowtie exhaled slowly, the fire slowly disappearing from her eyes. "You're right, I guess my competitive nature got the best of me" she said as she relaxed a bit more.

Undershirt and Wristband were relieved that the situation was defused without any damage.

OSCARK9: While Gloves was back on the road and catching up to the other racers. He was thinking of what Shades had told him right before he left him. "Them's Demon colors. Someone's playing dirty." Shades said to him. "Someone's playing dirty? Why would they do something like that?" He question himself. "Well, whatever it is. I better finish this race as fast as possible." He said to himself and he drove his motorcycle faster than before.

(( OOC: Due to lack of activity and other general things (such as one of us mod people being sick), this RP will be postponed to a later date! Thank you for participating and sorry for the inconvenience. ))

(( OOC: I do apologize for joining late ,I've been a tad busy as of late ;3; ))

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