#which is not a surprise and yet...still annoying (especially when you know Felix Ryan is EXTREMELY pretty)

[augment-techs]

HE IS BUT A LITTLE GUY!!!!

....Why couldn't we have had this in canon? Look at him, he's so soft and adorable.

Spike Skullovitch sketch for a Gaza E-sim Donation Comm

[angstyaches]

hi hi hi so i was reading your fic where felix and elliot are feeding on an animal again and there’s some Hot Vampire Kissing Tm and i was wondering... since it was kinda teensy a little bit (very) hot .... could we have some more vampy- fangy bloody kissing with them please? i know it isn’t emeto or whump related but i figured i could always ask and you can obviously say no if you don’t wanna write it. Thanks!🍄

I honestly can’t tell if this is hot or not but I hope it’s at least nice.

CW: vampire resisting blood, hunger, burps, kissing and more implied spiciness.

Early-Days Felix and Elliott 

Felix didn’t bother sitting down to meals lately. Meaning he didn’t sit down, and he didn’t have meals. Instead, he stood at the kitchen counter and consumed whatever quick snack he managed to rustle up, wanting to dull his sudden cravings before they could set in too deeply.

This is what he was doing at 6am, as the sun cut the white kitchen tiles into slices. He was having toast, because toast felt like a good morning food, and raspberry jam because the visual of something red and sticky entering his mouth was just appealing, it hit upon something in his brain that was begging to be hit upon, but as he chewed it, the illusion gave way, and the jam just tasted like jam.

“There you are.”

Felix looked across the countertop as he chewed, feeling a flicker of affection at the sight of Elliott wandering into the kitchen. His hair was loose and dishevelled, not in its usual ponytail or half-bun. He’d come downstairs in just his boxers and a pinstriped shirt that he hadn’t bothered to button up, clearly not expecting Nancy or Ryan to be up and about yet. And Felix just couldn’t help but gaze at how each inch of fabric sat on Elliott’s body, rustling against his skin with every movement he made.

“Are you alright?” Elliott asked, opening the fridge and carefully selecting a glass bottle from the shelf in the door. Felix swallowed and looked away, unable to bear the sight of the bottle or its contents.

“Yes, I’m okay.”

Elliott glanced over at him, eyeing the toast in his hand, before pouring himself a mugful of the bottle’s contents. It sloshed from glass container to ceramic, and Felix heard every.

Single.

Drop.

He swallowed again, though there was nothing in his mouth but saliva.

“You got hungry again?” Elliott asked, returning the bottle to the fridge door. His surprise was likely due to the fact that they’d both had a large dinner the night before, consisting of fish and chips and lemon cheesecake.

Felix turned his slice of toast over in his hand, feeling grateful for how it had sat nicely in his stomach so far, but also hating it for not being what he really needed. Hating it for its inability to stop the feeling of his teeth being wrenched from deep in his gums.

“Yeah,” he admitted. A half-lie. Dinner hadn’t truly sated him, so technically he was still hungry.

He could see that Elliott was biting the inside of his own lip, and he had a feeling he knew what was going to come next. Elliott’s fingers delicately laid the mug on the countertop, grip lingering on the rim as though poised to move it closer to Felix.

“Felix, I think you should consider –”

“No,” Felix whimpered, backing up.

Elliott’s eyes narrowed. “I wish you would consider drinking a little.”

Felix lifted his food to take a bite, mainly to obscure the shy grin that spread across his face at hearing the concern in Elliott’s voice. It had been two months since Felix had first entered the townhouse and become an official member of the Aldridge clan, and it had been six weeks and two days since he and Elliott had started sharing a bed and kissing and doing the things that often followed kissing. Six weeks in which Felix felt he should have gotten over these silly little moments of incoherent infatuation, and yet he felt as giddy and nervous around Elliott as ever.

Especially when the older man expressed worry over him.

“Please?” Elliott’s voice was low.

Felix placed the remainder of his toast on the plate and licked his lips. “I… I can’t. The idea of it is still rather… repulsive.” Heat shot out to the tips of his ears. “No, no offence…”

“No, I understand what you’re saying.” Elliott pursed his lips, eyes trained on the mug. “The psychological adjustments can be as challenging as the physical ones, if not more challenging.”

As much as Felix appreciated Elliott’s sympathy, it didn’t do much to ease his discomfort. Just because someone else had once felt similarly to how he was feeling now, it didn’t reassure him that he would one day move past it and live like a normal person. A normal vampire, he thought to himself, wondering if he was even allowed to call himself a person anymore.

“You know that it comes from a willing donor, right?” Elliott was referring to the mug’s contents, which Felix was trying hard not to gaze upon. “You’ll probably meet her soon, and hopefully that will ease some of your anxiety.”

Felix gave a heavy shrug. He hoped the same thing, but he also feared that putting a face to the blank, human-shaped blood dispenser in his mind would make the task of consuming all the more difficult. After all, he’d never had any desire to put a name and a face to the cow just before biting into a burger…

“I’m feeling a slight sting myself, and there’s no point in wasting good blood,” Elliott said, his voice becoming deeper and more distant as it did when he was about to feed. “Would it bother you if I drank this?”

Felix shook his head briskly, snatching up the last of his toast. There were three bites’ worth left, but he shoved it all into his mouth at once. The sound of Elliott’s lips sipping on the blood rang loudly through his skull, entering his ears like the incessant humming of a broken street lamp. His own chewing did little to drown it out.

The sipping turned into gulping, and Felix’s eyes widened at the way Elliott tilted his head back under the mug. His free hand gripped the edge of the countertop, as though he might fall over from the force of drinking. Felix’s ears continued to zone in on the sounds of drinking, consuming, guzzling, and he was sure he could hear the liquid being pulled into Elliott’s throat along with tiny pockets of air, the muscles inside his digestive system greedy and eager to get it down as quickly as possible.

Felix had never known it was possible to literally go slack-jawed while watching something, but right then, he couldn’t have closed his mouth if someone had offered to pay him.

“Mm,” Elliott mumbled, gasping softly as he put the mug down, empty, on the countertop again. Hs mouth was smeared in red, a single droplet drawing a line down his stubbled chin.

There was a low rumble in the older vampire’s chest, which Felix only heard because the thirst had heightened his senses, and then a long gurgle as his stomach struggled to settle such a large amount of blood; drinking from a container wasn’t the same as feeding from an animal, so Elliott should probably have drunk it more slowly.

Felix felt his own stomach rumble as though in response to Elliott's, but for the opposite reason; it was making far-too-quick work of the toast and lamenting the lack of what his body truly needed. He still couldn’t manage to close his mouth, despite the saliva gathering around his teeth and wetting his lips.

Elliott frowned and placed a hand on his belly – bare between the unclosed buttons of his shirt – and let out a short, tight belch. “Excuse me.”

“No.”

“No? You won’t excuse me?”

Felix shook his head. He couldn’t stop looking at the red stains on Elliott’s lips and the drip on his chin, which he hadn’t thought to lick or brush away yet. The sudden fullness must have been dulling his instincts; Felix could almost see the bliss in his yellow eyes as warmth flashed through them.

His fingers and lips trembled as he reached for Elliott’s face.

Elliott wore a blank expression as Felix’s thumb dragged up through his beard and over the dip in the corner of his mouth. The thumb came away red and glistening, and Elliott grinned, revealing fangs that were slightly distended from feeding.

“What?” Felix mumbled innocently, as his own thumb entered his mouth.

His lips and tongue began pulling at the liquid, relishing the metallic sweetness. His stomach tightened in anticipation while his head seemed to fill up with butterflies. As he slid his thumb from his mouth, he felt his own fangs reaching down, relieving a little of the pressure in his gums.

“I can’t put my finger on it, Felix,” Elliott whispered, leaning in a little closer, so that Felix could smell even more of the luscious liquid on his breath, “but somehow, you’ve never looked so gorgeous.”

In the end, Felix didn’t know who kissed who first, but what he did know was that Elliott tasted better than any ice cream or strawberry or tuna roll he’d ever eaten. A couple of times, he was worried that he’d sliced his own tongue on a fang – Elliott’s? His own? It was impossible to tell – but even that didn’t slow him down in his search for every last dreg that Elliott hadn’t managed to swallow.

Meanwhile, Elliott’s grip on Felix’s waist tightened, their hips eventually digging into one another’s, Elliott’s back being pressed up against the edge of the countertop. Eventually, their lips parted, thanks to Elliott pulling his head back.

Felix’s eyes fluttered open, lips still bobbing as though they didn’t understand that the kiss had ended. Elliott was pressing a hand to his mouth, frowning as he let out another belch.

“I’m so sorry,” he grumbled, as though annoyed by his own body. “I just drank and you’re pressing quite hard on my stomach...”

Felix tried to shimmy back a little, though he was swiftly drawn back in by Elliott’s arms. Elliott’s eyes scanned Felix’s face, another grin tugging at his mouth.

“What?” Felix asked breathlessly.

“You’ve got, uh… Sorry, that’s my fault.” Elliott lifted a thumb to the corner of Felix’s mouth, dragging it across his lip.

“Am I messy?” Felix’s voice was a little distorted from having his lip tugged at. He batted his eyelashes at the delicious look in Elliott’s eyes.

“You’re positively radiant.” Hands slid around Felix’s neck, cupping his head and drawing him in for one last chaste kiss. “Why don’t I get you a little something to drink, and then we can head back to bed for a bit?”

Felix caught a fingernail between his teeth as Elliott and his lips moved away from him, towards the fridge again. He could feel a full-on blush starting, surprised that his body found enough red blood cells to pull off such a feat.

“Okay, darling.” 

[agent-7-at-your-service]

Future Plot: Syer’s Rebellion - Chapter 5

((Sandra, Pyrrhus, Telemachus, Kitzeh, James, Market Splatoon, and Jane belongs to me

Camille and Guist belongs to @inklingleesquidly

Nebula belongs to @agenttwo and @myzzy

Marina and Wish belong to @inklingleesquidly @agenttwo and @myzzy; designs are made by @teamuntyblue  / @ryan-sign-guy

Vix belongs to @teamuntyblue / @ryan-sign-guy

Beaker Jr belongs to @askvincent and @scrushling

Emerald and Sapphire belong to @son-of-joy and @twelvetailedkitsune

Suzy belongs to @son-of-joy

Celeste belongs to @alpinesquid​

Mysteeri belongs to @dreadangel  ))

((Insert opening: https://youtu.be/IBF9XEsnvJI ))

Last time on Syer’s Rebellion:

Sandra has led her brother's rebellion to take control of the Fisherman's Wharf and later liberate San Francisco. Market Splatoon is already considering to let her join despite the insubordination. The rebellion is beginning to spread from the west. This also marks a sibling relationship starting to reform between Sandra and James. The Syer's Siblings were now working together to lead the rebellion to fight President Howe.

With California being liberated, with the exception of Manzanar and its surrounding area, Howe is furious of how Mysteeri has handled the rebels in San Francisco.

Meanwhile, Camille, Nebula, and Guist plot an escape attempt, wanting to get everyone out of Manzanar. Chris Zorin has yet to detect this plot.

The Revolution has now pushed forward.

Route From Sacramento to the Black Hills, United States of America - Time Classified

President Evelyn Howe heading to Sacramento from Washington DC only to find her air fleet evacuating loyalists and Splat-Coats. They now had to take them east, hoping to reach either the Black Hills or the Mississippi to make a refugee camp.

The Splat-Coats that were stationed in the Fisherman's Wharf report to President Howe about Mysteeri's fierce fighting abilities when fighting the rebellion. But they reported that Mysteeri retreated due to the rebellion's numbers and the speed of the raid. Seeing this as cowardice, she asked Mysteeri to meet with her in her quarters in the air ship.

"How dare you abandon that post!" President Howe ranted. "Do you have any idea how much is lost because of what you did!?

"I gave it my all, but it wasn't enough." Mysteeri was checking her ammunition. "The Wharf was going to be taken by them anyway. The group leading the rebellion are impressive, especially two indigo inklings."

"You should've stood and fought! " President Howe slams a fist on a desk. "You could've led my men to protect the Wharf! How dare you compliment the ene--" When she heard Mysteeri mentioned indigo inklings, her anger went away. "Two indigo inklings?"

" Do you know them?" Mysteeri questioned.

Evelyn Howe steps away and took a deep breath. She fixed her hair and pulls out from her desk a file on the Syer Family.

"They were an old threat some time ago, the parents to be exact." Howe holds out a photo of a young James. "And it seems their son must be going out for revenge on me."

"That's quite interesting, but that doesn't explain the other indigo inkling, and she’s possibly his sister." Mysteeri folds her arms.

President Howe shook her head and changed the topic. She puts the files away and then shows the photos of two Inklings: Camille and Nebula. "I'm reassigning you to a fort near Manzanar with a Splat-Coat battalion. Make sure that camp is secured so that we can have a rendezvous point to reclaim California."

Mysteeri took a closer look at the photos, knowing well about the Neo Squid Sisters. What are they doing here, she thought. She glared slightly.

"Is that clear, Mysteeri?" Howe asked.

Mysteeri was still looking at the photos. Minutes later she looked at President Howe and nods.

"Good, you're dismissed," Howe ordered.

Mysteeri carefully turns around and walks away. Now she wanted answers to why Camille and Nebula are in this mess. She walks out of the quarters and waits at the hull of the airship.

Meanwhile...

Carolyn Divalves's Manor - Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, United States  5:50 PM

Carolyn Divalves, the Neo Squid Sister's U.S. tour producer, has this manor that was once the mansion of a wealthy man who made his fortune from a unique magazine that inspired a magazine in Inkopolis. Like the wealthy man before Carolyn, she was going to have a lavish party for Camille and Nebula. However, since the Neo Squid Sisters are currently kidnapped, she welcomes their companions to the party.

Only Sandra, James, Wish, Marina, and Vix attended. Suzy, Emerald, and Sapphire were requested by Sandra to retrieve blueprints of Manzanar. The rest of Market Splatoon were preparing troops to liberate Manzanar before heading to the Great Plains. Pyrrhus was left on the Shinkiro in San Diego to take care of Vix's Galapagos Turtle, Reve.

Formal attire was provided by Jame's partner, Elizabeth, and security was organized by Abraham and Henri. Carolyn Divalves has Sandra, James,  Marina, and Wish accompany her to a swimming pool area with a grotto. She offers Sandra and James a soda; for Marina, water, and for Wish, jasmine tea.

Carolyn appeared with a violet gown with a fur collar. Her inky hair is made into a unique style and her shoes were ruby red. She sat at a table with her guests.

"I should say, you guys have done quite enough here on the west coast," Carolyn complimented, "I may be a simple producer, but looking at this war, in favor of seeing America back the way it was before President Howe drugged our society with this steampunk movement. We're nearly going backward."

"I guess you can say that we're concluding our battle West Theater and move onto the Center Theatre," James stated. He takes a few gulps from his soda, "And there, the Great Plains is what I'm worried about."

"Let's focus on Manzanar for now, James," Sandra suggested.

"Right." James nods.

"I swear Felix is going to kill me if he found out Camille and Nebula ended up thrown in an internment camp for people of Japanese descent." Carolyn is worried. "You need get those two and their friend out of there."

"Which is why I have Abraham organize the companies for a liberation. The victory over Manzanar would convince President Howe that the West has fallen. We'll be taking nearly half the country through diplomacy." James shows a map he has in his jacket, but Sandra has her brother put it away.

"What about Alaska and Hawaii?" Marina has been studying up on US history for a while now.

"They remain neutral along with the State of Texas," James replied, "I heard the Lone Star State has temporarily seceded and gained protection under Mexico until the revolution is over. The humans that lived in that state have always wanted to leave the Union, but they never got that chance."

"Well, now they're a republic of their own.... again." Carolyn called a servant and has them hand a plate of delicate snacks to the kids. "In any case, taking Manzanar won't be hard. Defenses there aren't that fortified; I mean it's enough to keep people in, but not enough to keep people out."

"We just need blueprints so that we can take out the Splat-Coats, apprehend the warden, and escort the prisoners out of there and back to their homes." James adjusted his glasses.

"That's why I've sent Suzy with her team of spies to get them." Sandra took a snack and ate it.

Something caught Wish's eye: an adult dressed in the usual steampunk fashion, but his attire was slightly red with a small badge on the front of his shirt, well-hidden and secured. The inkling was meeting with another similarly dressed inkling, and whispering messages that are hard to hear. Wish narrowed her eyes a bit and nudges her cousin, Marina, whispering to alert her about a possible spy. The two sneak away while Sandra and James were talking.

Vix somehow ended up between the two possible spies, overhearing them.

"How far is this fort?" Vix asked the two inklings.

The two unknown inklings were alarmed and grabbed Vix. Wish was right on time to push the two stranger down, and Marina carried them with her telekinesis. This caused a scene, but Carolyn was obliged to ask security to help Marina and Wish take the unknown inklings to a more secure area.

"Spies? In my manor?" Carolyn seemed annoyed. "How rude!"

Sandra ran up to Vix. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Vix felt like nothing bad has happened.

It turns out that the two inklings that Marina and Wish apprehended were Splat-Coat Spies, monitoring James and Sandra. They were doing this under the order of Chris Zorin after hearing that California is close to being liberated and that Manzanar is the only location that has yet to fall.

"The attack on Manzanar has to start now," James stated while walking up to Sandra and Vix, "Forget the blueprints--"

Sapphire arrived with a yellow envelope. "Here you go, Sandra."

Sandra gets up and takes the envelope. "Thank you very much, Miss Inktran."

James is surprised. Sandra looked at her brother and smiled. Their sibling partnership was going to be something for the Revolution.

After the party, Carolyn bids the Syer Siblings farewell; Sandra's party gathered to Independence, California where the Syer's Rebellion has managed to secure the city. This position was a knife pointing at the throat of the target that is Manzanar.

Inyo County Courthouse - Independence, California, United States  5:50 PM

At the courthouse, Sandra shows the blueprints along with the map of Manzanar. James places colored pieces on the certain area; blue represented Syer's Rebellion and red representing the Splat-Coats. And thanks to Suzy, Emerald, and Sapphire, their mission given by Sandra also had them acquire insight to the forces in Manzanar and the fort protecting it.

This was James's lecture:

"So far, the fort is in Kearsarge which is about 5 miles away from Manzanar, armed with chargers and burst bomb units. You can expect the inkomatons, Ichabods, and Tinmens, to be scattered around there with their ink muskets and ink cutlasses. But those clumsy bots aren't going to be the only kind of inkomatons, so steer clear of new bots. As for Manzanar, we're going to be fighting in a small populated area with civilians. That's going to be hard.

I'll have my Splatoon, Market Splatoon, to help deal with the fort. Sandra, I want you, Suzy, Emerald, Sapphire, and Pyrrhus to go and lead the raid on Manzanar itself. Remember, don't harm the civilians, so artillery and splat bombs might not be the best bet. We'll level that camp to the way it was found: ruins.

"What about us?" Wish asked. Her, Marina, and Vix were left out of this battle.

"We can't risk lives here, you three will remain here to study US history." Sandra knew that idea might suck, but it was something to keep them busy. "Besides, you two have medical conditions and Vix is blind. If you go out there, you'll end up in kingdom-come."

"Kingdom-come? Is that a place in the US?" Vix tilts his head slightly.

"We can take care of ourselves anyway," Marina replied.

"Hey, maybe we can get a train for you guys," Wish agreed.

"I have one question about heading to the fort," Suzy asked, "what about this aqueduct?" She pointed to the Los Angeles Aqueduct. "We would need to cross that, and the bridges we checked are all destroyed, except for one."

"Taken care of," James answered, "For now, you guys just take care of Manzanar."

"Understood." Suzy nods.

"We're going to get you back Camille...just hang in there...," Pyrrhus muttered to himself. He cares about her.

Sapphire places a hand on his shoulder and nods to him, caring about Camille too. Despite her small jealousy towards Pyrrhus dating Camille, she has already come to accept their relationship if it makes Camille happy.

Sandra and James both dismiss the team so that they can chat alone.

Back in the Coast of Inkopolis...

Telemachus and Celeste were at the hull of the The Great Unagi, the flag battleship of the Neo-Squidbeak Fleet. Kitzeh, the Hexapus Inkling-Octoling hybrid, came along to help out (And she had a fight to settle with Camille). They are tasked by Agent 7 to go after Sandra and assure she's okay; he has heard of unusual thing going on in the United States, and he wanted none other than Neo-Squidbeak Splatoon -- or at least half of what's left -- to go investigate.

The Neo-Squidbeak Fleet has two aircraft carriers, five battleships (including the flagship), a submarine, four destroyers, and a supply ship. The only ship that wasn't there was the Shinkiro.

"Don't forget we're finding the Neo-Squid Sisters and the Neo-Clone Sisters......and an inkatarian named Vix," Telemachus reminded Celeste.

"Correction, they're called Inktolings," Kitzeh interrupted.

"Inkatarian sounds more better," Celeste stated.

"Doesn't matter what they're called anyway." Telemachus looked out at sea and signals the captains to start sailing. "United States, here we come!"

Kitzeh takes this time to run up to the hull and spread her arms.

"I'm the queen of the world!!!" Kitzeh shouted.

The three have a long way to go.