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sheewolf85 · 4 years ago

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New Fic: Lingering Sensations

Summary: Slim is a popular YouTuber who has made his name reviewing different types of horror media. His fans have recently been asking him to see a new movie that he thinks looks particularly awful. He asks you, his datemate, to tag along to make it more bearable. Even though he’s promised to leave if the movie is too much for you, you can’t help but stick it out once you realize how excited he is be able to do this with you. You may have made a mistake, but Slim is there to protect you from all the scary things, both real and imaginary.

Notes: IDK my dudes, life in general has been pretty shitty the last…I don’t even know. Not gonna get into it, but writing has been a faraway dream for a while and so when I got some inspiration coupled with motivation and actual time, I kinda pounced on that shit like a cat on a catnip high. Going to post this before my brain can convince me not to, lol. Love you all, hope to be around again soon <333

Tags: Swapfell Papyrus, Slim, Slim/Reader, Reader has not been given a gender, Established Relationship, horror reviewer Slim, Scary Movies, reader doesn’t like scary things, best boy Slim, Mild horror content, Very mild suggestive content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Kinda

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“fans’ve been askin’ me ta go see a new movie,” Slim said one night over dinner.

You looked over at him, fork halfway to your mouth. It wasn’t uncommon for him to talk about his work when you were together, but the way he seemed almost hesitant was brand new. You hummed and took your bite, thinking this strangeness over in your head as he spoke again.

“looks pretty dumb, ta be honest.”

Uh-huh. The movies, games, and other media he reviewed were sometimes dumb, but more often than not they were downright terrifying. Not all that surprising, considering he’d made a considerable name for himself reviewing different forms and genres of horror media.

What was making you suspicious right now wasn’t the fact that he thought this new movie was going to be dumb. No, it was how he said it, as though he was trying to convince you of his opinions. He’d learned pretty quickly that you didn’t do the horror scene and he’d been very respectful about not exposing you to things that would give you nightmares for days afterward.

“Okay?” you finally asked, taking a sip of your drink.

Slim did the same and shifted in his seat before peaking over at you.

Your boyfriend was not a shy person. At least, he hadn’t been around you for several years now. You had a suspicion you knew what was going on, but you would wait to have it confirmed before you got upset at him.

“i know whatchyer thinkin’ and y’ain’t wrong, but hear me out, okay?”

You sighed. “Slim, I don’t like horror movies.”

He nodded. “most’a the time ya don’t, but ya liked ‘tucker n dale versus evil’ ‘n’ that one, aaah! zombies!!��”

“Maybe I did, but--”

“please, babe?” he asked, giving you the puppy dog eyes. “it ain’t a comedy, but remember ‘birdemic’? or ‘night of a thousand cats’?”

The sudden image of the worst special effects you’d ever seen in your life as fake birds attacked actors who obviously had no idea where the animals were supposed to be made you laugh despite yourself.

“Yeah, okay, those were both terrible movies.”

He grinned. “see? they ain’t all good. jus’ cuz it’s a horror movie don’t mean it’s gonna be scary, and this movie is bound ta be awful. havin’ yer gorgeous self with me’d only make it bearable.”

You sighed again, this time knowing you were going to give in. “What do I get out of it if I go with you?”

He leaned back in his chair and smirked, showing off his lean, strong physique. He looked every inch the poster child for cocky bastards everywhere.

“ya get this,” he said, licking his teeth seductively. “what more couldja want?”

You rolled your eyes. “I get that whether I go or not, dumbass.”

He deflated only a little before he puffed himself back up. “that’s just cuz i’m the luckiest dumbass that ever existed.”

Yeah, there was no way you could resist him buttering you up like that. You stood up and walked around the table to push on his shoulder a little. He dutifully slid his chair back to allow you to straddle his lap. He made a noise of appreciation low in his chest and settled his hands on your hips.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, it seems,” you said as you leaned in to kiss him softly, your hands on his chest. “I’ll go with you, but you have to promise me something.”

Slim kissed you again. “tell me what it is first, darlin’.”

With a smirk, you shifted your hips just a little. “You have to promise me that if the movie does get scary or if I can’t handle it, you’ll let me leave without any kind of fuss.”

His brow furrowed just enough to crease in the middle and his eye lights scanned your face. “ain’t gonna promise ta let ya go on yer own, sweetheart, but i will promise to leave with ya. no fuss.” His hands slid up your back to pull you into him for a hug. “i ain’t gonna make you be alone if ya get scared.”

You should have known that would be his answer, but you felt a lot better after hearing him say it. You hugged around his neck and kissed his jaw. “I like that better anyway,” you said softly. “I’ll go with you. When is it?”

He shrugged, moving you with him. “ain’t sure yet. gotta look up movie times’n shit. maybe let’s plan on next weekend?”

You nodded and leaned up to kiss him properly before you squirmed your way out of his lap to finish your dinner.

A few days later when Slim showed you proudly how excited his fans were to have his datemate’s opinion on the movie as well, you decided you’d just have to stick through it no matter what happened. You knew he’d have other opportunities to see the movie and to do the reviews and other things his fans were waiting for, but he was so dang happy about this and you didn’t want to ruin it for him.

You realized your error only a few minutes into the movie. Slim had a rule that he didn’t watch any trailers or read any synopsis of movies before he watched them so he’d get the full experience of going in blind. You’d done the same, now kicking yourself for not at least looking up the damn poster.

Not only was there a tense atmosphere, but as the characters walked through a dense forest and talked about their plans for the vacation they were one, on of them started talking about myths and legends of the place, and how there were supposedly mutated creatures from a nearby research facility that had performed experiments on animals and humans alike.

You shifted in your seat and tightened your arm around Slim’s, trying to get a good angle for when you would need to hide your face in his sleeve. He looked at you and kissed your forehead.

“you okay?” he whispered.

You nodded and smiled up at him. He nodded back but pushed you away gently only to lift the armrest between you and wrap his arm around your shoulders to pull you a little closer. You smiled and leaned into him. Hiding in his chest was always much more effective than just his arm.

As the movie went on, it only got creepier by the minute. The group of vacationers had set up their camp and partied the first night, telling scary stories around the campfire after the sun had gone down. You felt Slim laughing silently at some of the tales the characters told.

The second night was when things started getting really scary. One of the group didn’t show up for their campfire dinner, and so half of the others decided to go look for them while the other half got the meals ready and set in the fireplace to cook.

Out looking for their friend, they encountered several jump scares that had you hiding in Slim’s jacket, the music amping up just before another discordant noise and the whole group screaming, someone being dragged off into the distance.

When the remaining few made it back to the campsite, two of them were adamant that they all just needed to pack up and leave, but the rest were unwilling to leave without all of their friends. You could understand the dilemma and wondered briefly what side you would be on. If Slim had been taken by the creatures, you couldn’t leave without him. You’d be useless in any kind of attempt at finding him, but you couldn’t give up either.

An agreement was made to wait until the morning before going to search for their friends.

You knew, deep down, you should ask Slim to leave. You knew it had already flown past the “too scary for you” benchmark and was only going to get worse as the characters started this new journey. A peek up at Slim showed him smiling like the whole thing was downright hilarious to him. He was having a great time, and you knew he was only too excited to share this whole experience with his fans, including your reactions.

No, you had to stay. You could do this. For Slim, you could handle the rest of the movie. You sucked in a deep breath and snuggled closer to his side.

Slim smiled down at you and kissed the top of your head. “still doin’ okay?” he whispered.

You didn’t look up at him, knowing he’d be able to see the truth in your eyes. Instead, you hugged him and nodded, pretending your attention was on the movie instead of the feel and smell of him to try to distract yourself from the horrors to come on the screen.

And oh boy, did the horrors come.

The creatures were truly horrifying, a blend of human and animal that left them faster and stronger than the main characters. The sounds they made chilled you to your core, one particular screech turning your stomach so hard you thought you might get sick. You swallowed hard and hugged Slim, telling yourself it was just a movie and you were safe.

Slim hugged you back and whispered something, but the sound was drowned out by the soundtrack amping up before a particularly effective jumpscare. You needed to leave, but you wouldn’t let yourself disappoint him like that. The movie had to be winding down soon. You could do this.

You sucked in a deep breath and looked up only long enough to give Slim a kiss on his jaw and give him your best smile. He smiled back and hugged you again, then went back to the movie. You did the same, shoving your face back into his jacket. The zipper pressing into your forehead was a little uncomfortable, but you used the sensation to keep you grounded in the moment. You were here, with Slim. You were not lost in an endless forest with mutated creatures hellbent on devouring your insides for lunch.

When the movie finally ended with the Final Girl making it out alive, you felt as if your whole body was shaking. Your legs were a little wobbly, but you made the excuse that you’d just been a little tense. You were fine.

Whether Slim bought your lies or not, he held your hand as you both walked back to the car. It was dark out, and the chilly nighttime air didn’t help your nerves one bit. You clung to Slim’s arm for both physical and emotional support until you reached his car.

You listened to him talking about the movie on the ride back home. His opinions were hilarious, and you tried so hard to see things his way. It was much easier to deal with the scares if you framed them with his point of view.

Once home, Slim took a minute to write down his thoughts and yours, trying to make sure he got everything all down so he wouldn’t forget to mention something in his video. You were still shy about being on screen with him; it was so awkward acting like you were talking to a large audience when it was just you and him talking to a computer webcam.

He introduced you so sweetly and you both said your pieces. You admitted that the movie was a bit scary to you, but you lied a little -- okay, a lot -- and said you’d been able to handle it just fine with your date mate there to keep you safe.

His review of the whole thing made you wish you could see things his way. It was borderline comedy to him while you felt like you were one blink away from finding yourself in a dark forest with creatures hunting you.

After filming your thoughts, he shut the laptop and pulled you onto his lap.

“i’ll start editin’ ‘n’ shit tomorrow while yer at work.” He kissed you softly. “fer now i got a sexy date mate to make some dinner with. ya hungry?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Can we do spaghetti tonight?”

His eye lights searched your face for a second and you wondered if you’d just given yourself away. Spaghetti was your choice of comfort food, something you craved when you were feeling vulnerable. Instead of calling you out, however, he nodded.

“yeah, ‘course we can. garlic bread’n everythin’.”

Oh, you loved him so much. You grinned and hugged him tightly. “With your famous garlic butter?” you asked.

He laughed and nodded. “‘course, darlin’.”

Throughout the process of cooking and eating dinner, you found yourself thinking of that awful screech from the creature in the movie. It certainly didn’t help that Slim brought up a few new points he wanted to add to his video review, each and every one of them putting you back in that theater with all the tension building and creatures jumping out from the trees to kill the main characters in increasingly horrible ways.

Once dinner was eaten and cleaned up, you began to realize how late it had gotten. You didn’t have to work too early, but you were already getting tired. You were hesitant to even think about going to bed, knowing well in advance that you were going to have some pretty awful nightmares for the next few nights at least.

“you sure you’re okay?” Slim asked as you got ready for your nightly shower. You didn’t want to be away from him, but he was writing down ideas and busy with his own work. You didn’t want to ask him to leave that just so you didn’t have to shower alone.

You nodded and smiled at him. “Yeah, I think so. You know how things seem a little scarier at night?” You’d explained that phenomena to him before as it was one of the main reasons you didn’t handle horror media very well.

His brow furrowed. “ya feelin’ spooked, darlin’?” He shut his laptop and stood up to walk over to you, settling his hands on your hips to pull you in close. “why didn’tcha say somethin’?”

The towel in your hands obstructed your ability to hold him, so you just leaned into him instead and sighed. “Because I’m not a big baby.”

He snorted. “but yer my baby, and i ain’t gonna let ya be all scared an’ alone. ya want me t’shower with ya?”

You looked up to see him wiggling his brow bones in a comically seductive way. You smiled and stood on your toes to kiss him. “Yes, but I’m also tired and you’re the one who said shower sex is dangerous.”

He frowned at that. “did i? don’t remember that.” He shrugged and held you a little tighter. “either way, if ya jus’ wanna get clean’n get out, we c’n make that happen.”

“Thank you, baby.” You pulled away to finish getting your things together. You could feel his eyes on you as you did, and for the first time since you’d first discovered that monsters were not only real but coming up from the underground, you felt a thrill of fear up your spine. You shoved it aside; you weren’t afraid of Slim, you were afraid of creatures lurking in the darkness, watching and hunting you with the very real intention of hurting you.

You both made quick work of the shower, Slim’s hands only straying a few short times. You had to admit yours did, too.

Once ready for bed, you snuggled into his side with the blanket pulled up to your chin. You’d already double-checked that all of your alarms were ready for the morning and had your phone charging on the desk across the room. You held Slim tightly as you rested your head against his chest and listened to the beat of his soul.

You were going to be fine. You repeated it in your head over and over again because, dammit, you were safe here with Slim.

Slim’s arm under you was curled around your back and his other hand held yours on his chest. His fingers gently rubbed your arm as the fingers on his other hand twined with yours. The whole house was eerily silent for a few long seconds, the only sounds the two of you breathing and his soul under your ear.

When Slim spoke, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“sweetheart?”

The sound that escaped your mouth as your whole body spasmed in fear was not a scream and you would defend that opinion to your dying day.

“whoa!” Slim cried as he sat up and turned to you. “sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Oh, you hated the tears that built in your eyes and the way your body shook. “I’m so sorry,” you said hastily. “I guess I’m more scared than I thought.”

He nodded and reached out to hold your hand. “darlin’, you don’t gotta apologize fer bein’ scared. was it the movie?”

You nodded and sniffled as the tears finally began flowing. “Yeah. I should have asked you to leave about halfway through, but I thought I could handle it. And then it just got worse and worse but it was almost over and that’s your whole job and you were so excited about doing it with me there and I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

The utter guilt that filled his expression was too much for you to handle.

“Oh, baby, no, it’s not your fault.”

He shook his head. “like hell it ain’t. i asked ya ta come with me.”

You nodded and leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his pointed cheekbone. “You did, but you also promised me you’d leave if I got too scared. That’s on me that I didn’t say anything. You even asked me how I was doing several times. I’m sorry I tried to tough my way through it now, though, and you have to deal with the fallout.”

A cat outside yowled and you shivered down to your core, remembering that horrible shriek.

Slim pulled you closer to him and laid back down facing you, your chests pressed together. “ya know yer safe with me, though, right?”

You nodded and snuggled closer, determined to bend the laws of physics to become one with him. “Yeah, and I know it was just a movie, but my stupid brain keeps going over make-believe scenarios of those creatures finding us and hurting you.”

He snorted, and you glared up at him.

“I know you think it was a stupid movie, but--”

“nah, sweetheart,” he interrupted, “i mean, yeah, it was, but that ain’t what’s funny. what’s funny is ya thinkin’ somethin’ like that could hurt me.”

Your irritation turned to confusion. “You might not have flesh, but they were obviously faster and stronger than normal. They tore that one guy’s leg off at the knee; just ripped it right off like it was nothing.”

Slim nodded. “yeah, they did. lemme ask ya somethin’ sweetheart, ‘n’ i want ya ta be honest with me, ‘kay?”

You swallowed and nodded. “Okay?”

“when ya saw me for the first time, what didja think? what was yer first thought about these chompers?” He bit his teeth together a few times, and you took a second to look at them and try to remember what your very first reaction was.

You’d met him at the library, had spotted him across the large, open reading area sitting at a table doing some research on his laptop. You’d taken in the sight of him with his sharp teeth and elongated, golden canines, along with the deep crack that extended from the top of his left canine up through his eye socket and up onto his forehead. He’d been wearing what you now knew to be his favorite sweater and thick black coat, things he wore when he was feeling vulnerable, likely because the combination made him look as fierce as possible.

“My honest-to-god first thought was that you looked out of place. I wasn’t scared, but I was intimidated.” It almost hurt to admit that, knowing him as you did now.

He nodded. “that’s better��an most people. they see me’n think i’m gonna go after their firstborn or some shit.”

You frowned and lifted your leg over his to try to comfort him.

“my point, darlin’, is ta tell ya that these teeth ain’t fer show. neither’s my claws. life underground wasn’t fun, but it taught me how ta fight.” He leaned in, placing his forehead against yours. “if somehow those shits got outta the movie’n decided ta come after you, it’d be the last decision they ever made. i’m stronger ‘n’ faster, ‘n’ i ain’t gonna go into it, but i got the experience to back it up. don’t matter if it’s the critters from the movie we watched tonight or somethin’ else; ain’t nothin’ gonna fuck with you cuz one look at me’ll tell ‘em i don’t play nice.”

For the first time, you looked at Slim as a predator, a fighter. He was right; he had to have had the experience to back up everything he’d just said. The scar on his face and the many that criss-crossed his bones told you that much was absolutely true. He’d fought and won probably more times than he cared to count.

You imagined the creatures from the movie showing up, only this time they didn’t hurt Slim. No, Slim hurt them, using his claws and teeth the way they were intended. You realized then that he was actually the scariest thing around, not the pack of security dogs at the junkyard in town, not bears or other wild animals, not even the creepy guy in the old run-down house in the older section of town who was probably a perfectly decent human who just happened to look scraggly. No, none of them, but your eternal sweetheart of a boyfriend who could ruin that bear’s day if it pissed him off.

While the thought wasn’t a very pleasant one, it did finally help you to realize that you were safer with Slim than you had ever dreamed. Nothing, not man or beast, could get to you with him by your side.

You smiled and kissed him. “Thank you, Slim.”

He nodded and pulled back a little. “ya feel any better?”

“I do, actually,” you said happily. “I think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.”

He hugged you tightly before squirming to get back into his usual sleeping position, then tugged you close. You snuggled into him and brought the blanket up again, this time comforted by the knowledge that Slim could chase your nightmares away.

“I love you,” you whispered. You pressed a kiss to the thin t-shirt covering his sternum.

His arm around you squeezed gently. “love you too, darlin’.”

You fell asleep easily and your only dreams were of Slim.

#my writing #undertale fanfic #swapfell #swapfell papyrus #slim #slim/reader #reader is not given a gender

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storysofmyown · 5 years ago

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Because I'm still hung up on the paws and claws event, could you make a headcanon of if the Mc turned into an animal like a week after, and since they're human they go somewhat feral?

Of course my dear!! Since you didn't specify what kind of animal the Mc must be i decided to make them a cat as well, hope that is okay with you!

It had been a couple of days since the brothers finally were able to get out of their animal forms. It had been hard at first to deal with it but in the end all of them were able to get their animal instinct under control up until Luke finally was able to get the syrup that was going to cure them and the boys were finally back to normal, to Lucifer’s relief...but of course that couldn't last.

The seven demons and their human companion were eating lunch, everyone was talking and laughing except from Belphegor who was napping, his head resting in the table as Beel had moved his plate to take care of it. Mammon was arguing with Leviathan about some money he had borrowed from the demon and had yet to return when he turned to Mc to complain.

“Can you believe this?! Its only been like 500 years since i asked to borrow the money, jeez give a demon time to make the money bac-” Mammon stopped amidst his rambling when he noticed the human had stopped eating all of a sudden and had a weird expression on their face. “Yo, whats up with you?” Mammon asked, trying to keep his nonchalant attitude but worry evident in his voice.

“...nothing, i just feel weird.” Mc says, a small voice as they try to get up from their sit, only to groan and grab onto the chair the feeling taking over them.

“Mc?” Beel asks, worry in his voice as he moves to the human sides to make sure they were okay. What Beel wasn't expecting, was for Mc to jump at his touch, hiss and run several steps away from him.

Beel looked at Mc, now more confused than ever, only to see Mc with a tail and cat ears.

“What the-” Mammon tried to say only to be cut off by Asmodeus

“OH MY ME!” Asmo coos, walking over at Mc as he squeals. “You look adorable!” His voice is high pitched as he tries to pet Mc only for them to hiss at him as well, making Asmodeus take his arm back fast and glaring at Mc. “No! Bad kitty! Bad kitty!”

“What happened to them?” Leviathan ask, looking at Lucifer who already looks down with the whole situation.

“It appears they have transformed into some sort of feline.” Satan states, a curious smirk in his lips as he approaches both Asmodeus and Mc.

“No shit Sherlock, i think we can see that!” Mammon glares at the blond before looking back at Lucifer. “So?!”

“It seems like our dear human was affected by the syrup that transformed us all into animals.”

“The one that Luke put in that cake?” Belphegor asks, still from his sit as he watches the situation from afar. Lucifer only hums in return at Belphegors questions before a sigh leaves his lips.

“Wait, but that thing was over a week ago!”

“Why is it affecting them now?” Beel finishes off Mammons question as his eyes fall on the human again, who moved away from the seven demons and was looking at some curtains...for some reason.

“They are human, their body its not going to react the same as a demons body does when exposed to celestial elements. In them the effect took longer to manifest.” Satan says, a hand on his chin as he thinks about it, wondering if this means that the “cure” would also take longer to fight off the effects of the syrup.

“Either way, we should keep an eye on them- MC!” Lucifer yells, once out of the corner of his eye he sees them jump and with their long claws start sharpening them on the curtains. “Stop that now!” Lucifer moves close to Mc, only for the human to notice them and hiss at him just like they had done with Beel and Asmodeus.

“They just hissed at Lucifer!” Leviathan gasps, his eyes jumping from the human to his older brother.

“yes, i am well aware of that” Lucifer glares at Mc, making the human-cat to hiss again, before running off.

“Oi! Were do ya think you are going?!” Mammon screams, running behind Mc as he tries to catch up to them.

The rest of the brothers look between each other before hearing a hiss once again followed by Mammon yelping and then groaning in pain.

“What the hell was that?!” Asomodeus screams at Mammon.

“They fucking scratched me, that’s what it was!” Mammon comes back in, a scratch its visible in his cheek as he held it.

“Lool!”

“Stop laughing you damn otaku”

“Im just glad that didn't happen to me! Imagine if my beautiful face got a single scratch on it! I would die.

“No, you wouldn't” Belphegor yawns. “Who is going to go after them?”

“...they hissed at me” Beel looks sad for a moment.

“Naturally, they felt threatened for a moment and reacted accordingly.” Satan explained rapidly.

“Oi! Who do ya think you are? A cat whisperer or something like that?” Before Satan can respond, there can be heard a vase falling from upstairs, making Lucifer groan.

“Someone needs to get them under control before they destroy the whole house”

“I have an idea!” Asmodeus cheers.

“...”

Several minutes later

“This is a terrible idea” Lucifer rubs his head as he looks at Asmodeus, who was a expensive bottle of perfume in his hands, as the seven stand in front of the door, watching Mc who was sharpening their claws on the bed.

“It will work! Mc simply cannot resist to my fragrance” Asmo smirks, entering the room and approaching mc slowly.

“This is going to end badly” Beel looks at Mc who is already aware of Asmodeus presence.

“I know...i cant wait” Levi has his phone out, already recording the whole thing.

“...send me that video, we can make so much money with” Mammon smirks, just in time for Mc to try and attack Asmodeus, the bottle of perfume shattering in the ground as Asmodeus yelps and runs away from the angry Mc.

“Lucifer! Mc is a meany” Asmodeus cries as he hugs Lucifer, making the oldest demon sigh.

“...any other ideas?”

And so, the others tried to gain cat Mc’s trust one by one. Beel tried to approach them with some food...which he end up eating making Mc dejected, Belphie tried to make them go to sleep by giving them his pillow...the worsts decision he would have taken, the pillow was now destroyed and Belphie had a permanent scowl painted in his features. Leviathan was able to get kind of close but his phone went off, making Mc jump, hiss and bite him. (Which Mammon secretly got on tape). talking about Mammon, he tried to give Mc some catnip against Satans advice, which only made the human become even more energetic and ran trough all of the possible surfaces in the room, knocking everything over.Finally, Satan pushed trough and sat in front of the Mc, who only looked at him.

“What are you doing?” Asmodeus asked.

“Shut up” Satan said, only to proceed and take out his D.D.D and start playing with it, everyone looked on curiously, wondering what Satan was doing, until Mc started to scoot closer. After mc was at a close proximity, Satan lifted his hand slowly and brought it to them, Mc looked curiously before start to rub their head against Satans hand, who proceeded to pet them.

“How?!” Mammon complained as he glared at Satan.

“Cats are naturally curious creatures” Satan said, as if that explained every and all questions his brothers had.

“I don’t care about the logic behind all this, just give them the damn cure and someone please clean up the room” Lucifer groaned, before leaving and going to his room to try and relax finally...if you call relaxing the three mountains of paperwork that awaited him.

Satan proceeding to do so, and his theory proved to be right, for the “cure” took another week to work on Mc, making the demons desperate as they just wanted to pet the human-cat but at some point they ended up just getting scratched. At the end, Mc owed Lucifer more than5,000 grimm worth of damages their claws had done during that sole week.

I really hope this was what you were expecting and that you liked it! Thank you so much for sending me this ask, it was so much fun! ^w^

#obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me levi #obey me mc

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thr-333 · 5 years ago

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Mismatch- Part 16

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

When everyones dates go very well

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“Thanks for dropping us off,” Marion slides out Selina's car, Kagami and Chloe following, “We couldn’t take the same route as them,”

“I’d be disappointed if you did,” Selina teases, with an edge of seriousness.

“Thank you,” Kagami chimes in, getting waved off by Selina as she and Chloe leave to hunt down the targets.

“So you’re going to tell him?” Marion whispers through the open window.

“Yep,” She sighs, tightening grip on the steering wheel, “We’re going to go on a date of out own, completely romantic, then ruin the evening,”

“You really think he’s going to be mad?” Marion cringes, getting a reassuring smile.

“At me,” She clarifies, “Don’t you worry he’ll be thrilled to have more kids,”

Marion holds back a laugh at her exasperated tone, “Have fun,”

“I won’t,” Selina assures, throwing back a, “Have fun,”

“I will,” Marion grins, spying on the totally-not-a-date between two disasters will be nothing but entertaining.

Marion waves at the leaving car before jogging to catch up with the girls. Staying slightly behind to watch them try and talk about plants. Chloe trying to sound more intelligent than ‘look at the pretty flower’, not that Kagami would mind. He resists the urge to drags his fingers through the leaves of ferns and vines as they walk down the winding paths of the botanical garden. Too many times has he touched plant life only for it to wither and die later, a side effect of holding his miraculous too long. So he always made sure Marinette is around to counteract the bad luck.

The urge gets easier to resist as they enter a more open garden area, filled with flower patches and green grass. Probably the cleanest place in Gotham likely thanks to a certain rouge that would hunt you down for littering here. He spots the two lovebirds and directs the girls to a nearby tree well suited for hiding behind as they spy on the little picnic Adrien has set up, in a grassy patch surrounded by flowers.

“Oh my god,” Chloe groans, “How can they be such idiots?”

“Can we just tell them?” Kagami asks irritably, not for the first time.

“No, let their relationship take its natural course,” Marion scolds, not for the first time.

“Do you think they’re going to be just as slow when they’re together?” Chloe complains more than asks, “Will they ever get married?”

“Are you kidding?” Marion scoffs, “The day after they get together someones going to propose,”

“Probably both,” Kagami predicts, watching as they both fumble over something.

“Probably,” Marion and Chloe both agree, as the fumbled object gets dropped.

“Well, hey there!” a high pitch voice shouts through their whispering, “Who’re we spying on?”

Marion whips around coming nose to nose with Harley Quinn herself. He takes a step back to see Poison Ivy standing just behind.

“Um…” Marion debates going for his baton, they didn’t seem hostile but they don’t need to be to cause damage, “Our friends date?”

“Ohhh!” Harley stands on her tiptoes to look over their heads, “Aren't they just precious?!”

“Yes,” Ivy agrees to Harley’s goo-goo eyes despite not having looked over once.

“Let's go say hi,” Harley links her arms with Marion and Chloe’s dragging them over to the picnic.

“What are you doing here!” Marinette shouts as soon as they approach, seemingly more surprised at them than the two rogues.

“I caugh’em spyin on ya and decided to drop in,” Harley releases them and sits down, “This looks delicious!”

Harley takes a cookie from a plate, eyes lighting up when she takes a bite. Marion locks eyes with Marinette as confused as him. It only gets worse when Ivy sits down as well, on the grass not the blanket. Well it’s not like he can just leave. Marion shrugs and sits down, immediately reaching over to steal from Marinette's plate, ignoring the plates around him.

“Sooo,” Harley hums partly around a mouthful of cake, rocking back with legs crossed, “What’s ya names,”

“Marinette, that's Marion,” Marinette hisses his name, as she tries to snatch back half a sandwich.

“Oh! Brucie’s kids!” Harley claps her hands together, “You’re the Wayne twins!”

“Uhhh…” Yes? No? Kinda? Soon? It’s up to him?

“No they're not,” Kagami takes a seat following Chloe, “It’s just a baseless rumour,”

“Yep!” Marion agrees way to loudly, “A completely baseless rumours, no fact here, nope,”

The look he gets from Marinette is expected, but it’s Chloe’s lingering gaze that really gets to him.

“I like what you’ve done with the flowers,” Marinette covers for him, alerting him that Poison Ivy had made many more bloom.

“I didn’t do much,” Ivy says, even as the grass around her is a couple inches taller than it used to be, “They already wanted to bloom so bright at seeing you,”

“Really?” Marinette sweat drops, reaching for her bag, “I do have a bit of a green thumb, I take care of a garden back home,”

“What wonderful things do you grow?” Ivy asks with keen interest, Adrien off to the side looking awestruck at Marinette’s composure.

“She’ll be takin all day now,” Harley spins towards the three other date crashers, “I didn’t hear your names!”

Chloe and Kagami startle as she leans further into their personal space.

“Surely if you’ve heard of the twins you’ve heard of me,” Chloe flips her hair, only getting a blank face from Harley, huffing, “Chloe Bourgeois,”

“Kagami,” She replies curtly, “Marion doesn't appreciate date crashing,”

“It’s alright Kags,” Marion assures, he more had a problem with having to hold her back from yelling at them both when they didn't kiss after fireworks.

“Ohhhh, are you two dating,” Harley stage whispers, making Chloe choke on her drink.

“No not at all,”

“Just friends,”

And not friends in the Adrien Agreste way.

“Ew gross you two dating?” Chloe cringes, “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

“Oh! Then you two!” Harley exclaims, addressing the girls.

“Umm…”

“Well I….”

“Yes,”

“Rion!” Chloe yells, blushing furiously at his shit eating grin.

“Well let me give you some advice,” Harley sing songs, a not so subtle glance back at Ivy.

“I don’t think that's necessary-”

“Hush now,” She shushes Kagami, “So when you're on a date and some bozo tries interrupting, there's this nifty thing you can do with certain nerves-Or! If you have the tools, a good whack upside the head-Or! My favourite! You get your gun and…”

Marion shifts away, still keeping Chloe and Kagami in his sights, both completely red.

“-And I planted this one three years ago,” Marinette explains, letting Ivy hold her phone, eyes glued to whatever picture was on it, “I know they tend to like partial shade but I found this one prefers to be more in the sun, so I just move it on especially sunny days,”

“Your garden is brilliant they all look so-” Her gaze snaps up to Marion, making him freeze in place, “They do not like you,”

“Um,” It takes a second to realise she was talking about the plants, “I guess not, the plants at home like me,”

“Do they?” Ivy frowns, and Marion desperately hopes she likes Marinette enough to not attack him.

“Well, we have a catnip plant that does,” Or at least Plagg likes it enough to do his best not to let anything, even himself, destroy it.

“You do?” Ivy turns to Marinette, who starts talking about the plant.

Marion takes this opportunity to escape back into the conversation they were having with Harley-

“And if you really want to have fun in bed you can-” Nope never mind.

Marion stands, considers bringing Adrien along to find some more snacks for their bigger group. But he seemed just as enthralled with Marinette as Ivy is with plants. He walks off waving to Marinette as she looks over to check on him. He smiles at the silent desperate pleads for help Chloe and Kagami give him. With a bounce in his step Marion walks off.

He didn’t even realise he had left them alone with two rouges until he was halfway through the gardens. Whatever. Marinette could handle them and they both seemed friendly enough, if not very polite. If they wanted to crash a date he can think of another person that would rather it happen to them.

“So the twins got out of hospital yesterday,” yes because that's a good way to bring up the topic of your illegitimate children to their out of the loop father.

“That’s fast,” Translated means; I’m suspicious.

“Did you look into those Paris heroes?” No she isn’t stalling not at all, this is important.

“I did, they’ve been working mostly alone for years,” Bruce scowls, picking at his food “I don’t know how the league hasn’t heard about this,”

“Didn’t Marion say this Ladybug person fixes everything?” Selina hums, she had been to Paris and never saw anything, they couldn't be that good could they?

"Is that what he meant?" Bruce looks up at her genuinely puzzled.

Selina hides her smirk behind her wine, which she desperately needed for this conversation. She had forgotten not everyone could understand their babbling. Not even Bruce, yet. She merely hums in response, before taking a gulp of wine.

“I plan on contacting her,” Bruce admits out loud, their secluded rooftop table ensuring privacy, “Did they say anything more to you?”

“They’ve had some other things on their mind lately,” She doesn't meet his eye, so they were back to this topic, great.

“Post traumatic stress?” Bruce guesses, she wished- wait no- that's not good.

Selina would rather do this a hundred times over than have her kids suffer like that. Fortunately they didn't seem to be. Which could be concerning in its own right.

“No, actually, they seem completely unaffected by a near death experience,” Selina sighs, they should be right? Thats normal for regular people right? Well they weren't normal, mainly because of the man sitting across from her, who needed to know that, “Just like their father,”

“Tom?” of-fucken-course he had to make this harder, no she will not admit she was purposefully vague.

“No,” Selina feels the anxiety in her chest choke her, “You,”

And nope that last word only made it worse.

“... What?” Bruce pauses, fork still in mid air.

“You,” She places her empty glass down, the clink hitting the table deafening.

“... Selina, what are you saying,” Bruce lowers the fork, halfway between a scowl and suspicion.

“I mean we’ve been at it for years is it really that surprising?” Selina tries to play off, joking tone not overshadowing her panic.

“Selina,” Theres that stern tone, paired with the signature Bat glare.

“... They’re your kids, our kids,” Selina corrects, making sure to meet his eye. No tricks this time.

She lets the silence hang, studying Bruce's face. At first you can clearly tell he's trying to keep a mask on, but it cracks bit by bit. She sees confusion, realisation, panic, anger, disappointment all over lapping. Swirling together repeating over and over again until settling on anger.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” He explodes, pushing her off the ledge she had been on all day, or the last couple days, or hell for eighteen goddamn years.

“Because you-you’re-” She fumbles, so many reasons, mainly relating to Bats in some way, but that wasn't the main reason, “You said you didn’t want kids!”

“You never told me I already had kids!" The realisation hits Selina that he remembers.

If it was just now, or he had for years. He remembered the night she had asked if he wanted a family. He had said no. That he couldn't. That he had a responsibility to the city. So she had left. Not daring to see him when she was pregnant and not wanting to see him afterwards. The next time she saw Bruce he had just adopted a child.

“What would you have done! Huh?!” A child who a year later was chasing criminals around Gotham, “Would you quit? Would you dress them up too and make them fight crime!? I sent them to Paris to avoid that!”

“You know full well I never made them do anything!” Maybe not on purpose, but they do a whole lot for his approval.

“Their kids Bruce! You should have never let them join you out there!” She rants, pacing away from the table.

She gave them up so they would never join her either. Although with how much Marion likes cats he would surely love his own cat suit.

“How would you know what would happen?” Bruce demands, keeping pace with her, dragging his hands through his hair, “I-god- I hadn't even adopted Dick yet and you wrote me off!”

“ Exactly , do you really think you could have raised them!” Dick's his argument for good parenting? Better than Jason.

“Maybe I wanted to!” Bruce yells, anger crumbling, he collapses onto a love seat looking over the city, “Maybe I wanted to raise at least one of my children,”

“I know,” Selina tentatively sits on the chairs arm, reaching over to him, “But they deserved a chance to live without all this ,"

She vaguely gestures to the city and partly to Bruce. Who looks offended at his inclusion.

"They’ve been in Gotham a week Bruce," She slides into the seat, arguing her point before he has the chance, "And they have the press after them, villains attacking, they just got out the hospital ,”

“Hm,” Bruce looks out at the city, not really seeing any of it. “They really are like me huh,”

“Without a doubt,” She gets a slight tug at the lips from Bruce, completely humourless.

They fall silent Bruce looking out at the city. She studies his expression, less of a world wind of emotion now but certainly still in turmoil. He starts to fix his mask back in place, she looks away so he doesn't have to. Looking out at the view they were meant to be enjoying on their date. One that she had planned. Bruce was never going to trust her to plan one again. Or at least he will always be expecting her to spring shocking news on him.

“What do you want to do now?” She asks the question she has wondered for years.

Whenever they were alone and things were calm, unnervingly calm for Gotham. She had thought of telling him. Partly because the calm alarms her, in a life of chaos she felt out of place in it. It would be the perfect way to bring the storm. While cats tended to hate water she has been an alley cat all her life, the calm was meant for house cats. However, thats what the other part of her wanted. For that calm to stay, but to include their kids. Who always sat at the edge of that calm, threatening to ruin it never letting her settle into it. Maybe that was why she could never enjoy it. Maybe now that they were in the storm, the next calm would be with the two of them.

“... I don’t know,” a rarity for the Batman, more common for the man underneath.

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Furry Species Stereotypes #1 - By Me

Note;

These are only my personal views of the furry fandom's species I know from my personal experiences with them,

and if not that, then general common assumptions or stereotypes.

Thus, this is not gospel truth for everyone!

If you disagree, please tell me why!

I'd love you guys' take.

I also tried to name as many species I could think about off the top of my head without looking them up, which took FOREEEEVER.

You can reply to this or anon ask me, or DM me with ones I've missed, even your personal own created species (even if no one knows them yet), I'll do them too in a reply to this!

Real existing species stereotypes down below, here!;

WOLVES ; Due to this being the most common persona, you are most likely someone who follows the crowd and likes things that are popular. You however are still a pretty solitary being, preferring a dark corner over a party's dance floor. You love honesty and loyalty and have those traits to a fault, never ever abandoning a friend or ally, in need or not. You may also like things like squishy toys and squeaky toys, fidget spinners, and any manner of play item. Also, basically, to sum it up; YA' BASIC. Sorry. 😆

FOXES ; Somewhat similar to ferrets, raccoons, & sometimes rats, you both scurry around quickly simultaneously physically, and in conversation, and you may "borrow" items from places seemingly like a kleptomaniac, but for sentimental items. Basically if you are friends with a fox fursona, your jacket and/or gloves, pins, pizza (LOL) and many other miscellaneous items may go missing "mysteriously" due to them collecting it as a habit. They almost never mean true harm, they just like keeping your stuff because it reminds them of you, which can be seen as creepy by some people. But it is also very endearing, if done with pure intentions. But you may want to tell the fox to stop taking your things and ask you first! LOL. You always seem to have a ridiculous amount of energy and for some reason, an insane amount of optimistic viewpoints, and positive happy personality. You also like your books, preferring to spend a night reading then playing video games. (Although you do enjoy those too.) You are pretty academic, but yet you can also do well in physical sports, if you're into that sort of thing. There are a few points in the wolf & dog category I would assign here too, most likely due to all three being canines, like liking the squeaky and squishy toys and other stem items, and being verrrry loyal if a bit solitary in nature.

CATS (BIG) ; ...Y'all are usually assholes! There! I said it! I'm sorry to say, but nine times out of 10, you guys seem to be huge dicks, and I'm... not sure why, exactly?? What attracts the enormous dickwad to the big cat's umbrella of wild cat species? Maybe, perhaps, it is the superior, regal, and majestic appearance of big cats,--perhaps relating to their usual narcissism in normal life? Okay, so, I'm exaggerating a little, I have met some big cats that are great and very good friends. But a lot of them I've seen have been downright rude, callous, cold, and distant, at best! And downright asswads at worse!! However it seems like as bad as they go when they're bad, they go really good when they're actually good. When they are cool people, they're actually surprisingly chill, especially when comparing to the other type of big cat. They tend to usually be D.J.s, dancers, comedians, performers or some sort of person in the entertainment field, in some way. Those type're usually hella nice to get along with, however their super friendly exterior disguises a very weird, eccentric and esoteric mind beneath. They also seem to ooze confidence outwardly, even if they aren't confident feeling on the inside. They are royal and regal, and usually relatively unfazed by anything that would hurt normal people pretty badly. These are usually the type of people who don't get into emotions very often, or if they do, they always still have a wall up between them and the other person. They're strong, but that's because they force themselves to be strong, and it makes for a very bad night if the big cat snaps and takes out their very strong, tiger-like roar of anger on others! Thus if you are a big cat, I suggest finding ways to manage your anger, and finding ways to relieve your stress, as I noticed people who are big cats in their fursona tend to be very stressed in real life for some reason. Again, I'm not sure why people who are, are attracted to that species specifically.

CATS (SMALL) ; You kitties are solitary like the big cats and wolves, however much more docile. There's two main types of cats that are house cats in fursona; There's the serious brooding figure that seems to be always alone yet peaking curiosity in everyone's eyes--the type that is stealthy, sneaky, and very cat-like--as in, realistic cat-like. You may sit strangely or have odd habits in voice or body, something that makes you stand out as different. There's also the second type of cat, which is basically an UWU XOXO anime girl that is ridiculously feminine, high pitched, and almost always is a neko type furry character instead of a full furry anthropomorphic character. Not that there's anything wrong with nekos, they're awesome too, it just seems to be a trend that any neko is usually a cat. You may like to actually smoke catnip! (Okay that was a joke LOL, but yes, it is possible, and yes it does get humans somewhat high, but most would not recommend it due to it being short & tasting bad! LMAO 😆) You also really like batting things around, or batting things off tables or counters--when you have a cup of tea beside you, the urge to knock your mug off the table is irresistible, even though your rational mind denies the notion from actually happening. You tend to like yarn snd thread, whether that means just playing with it or knitting or sewing etc. and making creations with it! You usually like fish a lot, mostly sushi is your favorite, and usually, you tend to be more based in Japanese culture.

DOGS ; See wolves, but add loyalty hella and way more people-oriented. you're somehow more basic than wolves 🤣

RABBITS ; As someone who has a rabbit as one of my main 3 fursonas, I have to admit I love rabbits. We are usually very social, unlike the animal we're based on, preferring to conversate and meet people. Although, like the rabbit, we may be shy to actually begin the conversation, or initiate plans on our own. We also scare easily, and most of us for some reason tend to have anxiety or panic disorders, not always, but quite often, and that can usually be why we relate to the characters of rabbits which go still & shake or attack fiercely with their hind legs if scared. There are some people with rabbit fursonas that are definitely fully shy, but a lot of them are actually quite more outgoing than you would think they are. And no, rabbits usually don't love carrots. (Including real rabbits, they eat mostly hay and carrots should only be a treat!) But for some reason one thing I noticed is that almost everybody's fursona in existence is. Just. Super sexual and flirty and just out there in every way. They can come across as perverted and strange to a lot of people due to this, once they reveal their true colours rather than their cutesy entrance, to those they know well.

DEER ; You guys are the innocent bunch, the kids that seemed to never know what was going on when it came to violence or sexual content in any media or situation. This innocence continues throughout your life. You're usually a 'deer in the headlights' and can get very confused easily and a lot, and also you can become quite shy and reclusive if you don't have friends to pull you out of it to shove you into social situations by force. You may not be 'the brightest bulb in the bunch', but you are definitely the friendliest, kindest, and most understanding one in it. Most people love being your friend because your support gives strength that can't be found elsewhere, due to the power and stability of your connection to people. You also may really like salad.

BEARS ; You guys are a bunch of big gentle giants. For some reason, most every person who plays a bear fursona seem to be gigantic in real life, either super tall, or super fat, or super muscular, or a combination or all of the above! Whatever it is, they're always big intimidating figures. Yet, despite this, they seem to be very sweet, mild-mannered and very loyal. They also seem to have a lazy streak, preferring to lay down and eat honey rather than do anything productive on time. Don't get me wrong, they'll do the task, but it'll just take until they feel like doing it. However when they have ambition, they have it and have it well, being able to rise to Big manager positions very easily. They tend to be very shy both in romantic situations and just in general. Despite their large presence, they're just a bunch of softies.

OPOSSUMS ; An opossum is one of my main fursonas, based on me. Plus I can tell you from experience that opossums are little shits. They will pester the shit out of you, text you non-stop, and talk your ears off if you let them. They're not trying to be annoying or clingy, but they're just that type of person that really clings to people and likes talking to people as long as possible when they like them. Like raccoons, rats, and other things on this list, they like hoarding treasure and they tend to be sneaky mischievous little beings, loving to pull pranks or make a joke to make someone laugh hard. The opossums are kind of the clowns of the furry species, always being the comedian of the group. We love soft blankets and we tend to sleep with our head under the covers completely like we were in our mother's pouch. Also a lot of us do what I call the 'human sofa', where we curl around someone's back as they sit, and become their backrest, to snuggle them.

WEASELS & FERRETS ; Same as opossum, but make them scary and super suspicious all the time. I mean seriously, these guys are "sus". Who knows what they're up to? But they tend to be great comedians, and can always crack a joke that's sly and sarcastic to make someone burst out laughing, even if it's just one person who does due to their obscure references to their many fandoms.

RACCOONS ; Same as opossums, weasels, and ferrets--except add that you love trash. Whether this means collecting empty boxes, like shoe boxes and electronic boxes, or collecting old newspapers, or straws, or broken glass, (who knows?!) or making new pretty things out of old withered things, all of it you adore! You enjoy the feeling of making the most out of nothing, and pulling something out of your ass to survive no matter what the situation. This tendency can lead to intense resourcefulness in every area of life.

SKUNKS ; They all tend to be really chill, mostly... because all of you are fucking weed smokers! I guess it comes with the territory since skunks have a skunky smell, but damn does your skunky smell smell skunkier than a skunk! 😆🤣 Okay, okay, now besides the usual stoner stereotypes, you skunks are pretty chill beings, usually preferring a night on the couch. Although when they do catch you adventuring, they'd catch you frolicking in nature, and catching tadpoles, or doing something odd in a river. You love forests, and also love the sounds of city, traffic, and cars passing by. Rain is one of your favourite times.

BADGERS ; Y'all are some bad motherfuckers, the type of person who could kick anyone's ass, any amount of people, and come out without a scratch. People like you are nearly indestructible, and also tend to be somewhat snappy and harsh to others, although usually unintentionally. You tend to love honey, and/or any kinds of sweet things, which tends to contrast with your spicy personality. You have a pain tolerance out of this world, and you also have mental pain tolerance as well, seeming to never get hurt or let down by others' actions. This is due to you never fully trusting, and always preparing somewhat for a let down.

TANUKIS (JAPANESE RACCOON DOGS) ; This is my main fursona, and like opossums, Japanese Raccoon Dogs / Tanukis are ridiculously loyal and strange, almost clown-like beings, and also like raccoons, they love finding old things and transforming them into new. They also tend to be very artistic and really like colours, usually having some form of synesthesia if not multiple, usually having to do with colour association. Also you usually have a very strong connection to Japan and it's culture, either being Japanese or just loving the culture itself, and tend to base a lot of your life around Japanese things. You may even be planning to move to Tokyo someday! Tanukis are notoriously mischievous, but in a friendly, jokey way, and they tend to never want to make people mad. Due to this, they are always very friendly and positive, as much as they can, even if they feel the opposite inside. These are also the types of people to be very esoteric, weird, and downright uncanny, which fits their Japanese theme as Japan does some weird shit too LOL. Also usually stoners. Also pretty flirty, but not overly.

COYOTES & OTHER MISC. CANINES ; As a less common version of dogs, you have some manner of uniqueness about you! You tend to be active, especially physically, and in sports, usually very likely to do hiking as well. You tend to be pretty chipper, although you can come across as sarcastic or biting when you're in a bad mood. When you're in a good mood, everyone can feel it, and your smile brightens up the space around you! People tend to be attracted to your demeanor, even if you don't mean to attract them, they still come, and this quality can lead you to some of your lifelong friends (and perhaps, enemies.).

SHARKS & OTHER AQUATICS ; You aquatic creatures tend to be the jocks of the group, however despite your jockiness, you actually have quite a brain on you; being able to figure out complex things like math problems that are way ahead of where you are, or learning to read very soon in your life, and maybe even being in spelling bees or talent shows later on! You tend to have a scientific mind, and definitely have at least one or two fish tanks, if not a whole room full. You can be a bit perverted, and even a little bit dominating in conversation, but for people who can get past that--you make a loyal, fun, and active friend.

SNAKES & OTHER REPTILES ; You all tend to seem shady no matter how stand-up you are, and the fact that you never go in the spotlight, always preferring to stay by the sidelines and observe and watch others closely. Occasionally, you may leave a small remark, and due to you barely talking, those things you do say echo only louder for those who hear. You tend to be reclusive and secluded, loving the silence of rainy days with no one bugging you, and your beautiful reptiles. You tend to be quite confident, and even heroic at your best, being kind and also empathetic and caring, and intelligent. At your worst, you can come off as cold, manipulative or even cruel at times. Snakes and reptiles are usually seen with dislike and/or fear by others, which can lead to a hardened heart in you that makes you trust less easily, fearing judgement in who you are.

AXOLOTLS & OTHER AMPHIBIANS ; You guys kiiinda tend to be the 'uwu i'm special!!1!' bunch, but rather than in an insensitive annoying way, in the way that you're genuinely childish and innocent and naive, which can be both a blessing and a curse. Like the aquatic axolotl, you stay young forever, (kind of like Peter Pan!) and you seemingly never lose your sense of humour, your playfulness, or your absolute randomness at times. You are someone who would fight to the death for a friend you just met, even though you are usually pacifistic. You have great traits when it comes to caring for others, and fully taking care of others--skills that would bode well for you becoming a nurse, doctor, psychiatrist or therapist. You tend to love water, and will go swimming the whole summer while it's warm enough! You also don't mind, even if it's cold, you'll jump in anyway.

MICE & OTHER RODENTS ; You guys tend to be even more cutesy and little than rabbits! A lot of you guys seem to be age aggressors due to mental illness, and thus choose a very small, innocent animal as their fursona. These people can also just be generally childlike, innocent and playful, albeit very shy. The other type of rodents are the creepy ass ones who give off a high & mighty vibe, being very confident, swaggering, and even mysterious at times. They're the cool kids you see in school, pretending to be some mysterious goth kid, but really they just learned the goth look a week ago.

GENERAL INSECTS/BUGS ; You tend to be very odd, weirding out the general public more than you do connect with them. You've always felt a strange disconnect between yourself and the world, feeling like you're not really there or like you could be more. You might have transformed from being a totally different person in your past, to being a radically different person now. You tend to rule change and dreams and mystic things, perhaps even being some sort of psychic. You tend to have an extremely open mind and a very welcoming, understanding personality, due to you even seeing the beauty in bugs, which so many find repulsive. This quality will follow you into life, which you must be careful of--don't start trusting everyone you meet. Due to you always seeing the best in everyone, you can get taken advantage of easily.

And now fictional/mythical/extinct/hybrids down here;

DUTCH ANGEL DRAGONS ; Y'all give off a very confident vibe to me, although it's hidden under an exterior of pretend anxiety or hesitancy, which you really don't feel. You're one of those preppy kids who tends to dress girly regardless of gender, can't handle coffee but loves their jasmine tea, likes their succulents planted in their house in cute little DIY decorated plant vases, and wears pastels of colour. You tend to be a bright, vibrant person who sees the best in things, and you can be a little naive due to your extreme and blind happiness that radiates purely from you.

GENERAL DRAGONS ; You tend to intimidate others easily, but this is not something you mean to do whatsoever. In fact, you usually try your best to make friends although you usually scare them off, whether due to being unintentionally too clingy, or just being too awkward in conversation. You tend to have anxiety or different worries about things, but you try and overtake these things with a massive upbeat attitude. Although sometimes, this attitude does falter, and you can become somewhat pessimistic without reminder. Also, like raccoons, ferrets and other similar animals, you love to hoard treasure and things you love, everything from gemstones, to rocks, to bottle caps, to pieces of broken glass--it doesn't matter what it is, if it's collectible, you will collect it.

PROTOGENS/PRIMAGENS ; You guys tend to lean heavily into the Japanese aesthetic, or at least into the vapourwave aesthetic. Perhaps even steampunk! Whatever it is, you follow it heavily. You also tend to be a tech nerd. You can help anyone with any computer problem almost effortlessly, and you even have knowledge of technologies in the recent past such as devices like record players, VHS tapes, etc. that most younger people wouldn't know about (if you are young, or if you're old, you know from experience.). You could even be a hacker of some sort if you wanted to, considering your huge skill with computers. Personality-wise you tend to be very cutesy, excitable and both very very innocent, and yet somehow perverted, at the same time. You most likely speak more than one language. I'm not sure why, but it seems like every protogen or primagen I've met speaks multiple languages, two at least, if not more.

SERGALS ; Very similar to sharks, with some qualities of reptiles. You guys also have the Leo zodiac-like personality type of loving to be loved; being in the spotlight is your favourite thing, no matter what it's for! Due to this, some Sergals will tire of reaching for difficult positive attention, and will start to even accept negative attention as attention they want, then will try and act like a troll on purpose to fuck with people, only to get a reaction. Other times they're just chill and generally relaxed people, although if you threaten their family they become very hostile and very unstable emotionally, quickly.

CRUX ; Due to the history of the species being about being experimented on, and abused, and combined, etc. etc., people who play cruxes tend to be pretty edgy "look at how dark I am!!" people. However not always--sometimes, weirdly, very girly, upbeat & happy people will roleplay cruxes. So it's kind of unsure what you'll get when you interact with one. It's pretty much a 50/50 chance on whether they're upbeat & happy, or dark & brooding. Whatever the case, they tend to be usually neurodivergent, since cruxes are mentally ill if you think about it basically, a lot of people have latched on to them as their comfort species for being mentally ill. Like dogs, you love squeaky toys and also you love piercings, and tattoos, and any body modification you can achieve!

PHOENIXES ; Similar 'emo' type to cruxes--people generally choose phoenixes due to their history of being unbreakable when it comes to physical harm. Due to this, a lot of emo people latched on to them. However there are also regular people who play phoenixes, and they tend to be very regal--if a bit intimidating, and are very ambitious & strong-minded people. They have a fieryness that blazes through to show their phoenix-y nature bubbling underneath the surface.

GRYPHONS ; For some reason, you tend to be very aggressive and domineering individuals--think Bakugo Katsuki from My Hero Academia, the anime. Sometimes you can come off as a huge asshole, but you're really well meaning on the inside, and you try to do your best by everyone--you just seem intimidating and aggressive due to resting bitch face and voice, LOL.

DINOSAURS ; You are an excitable individual, whether that means being angry easily, or hyper easily. You tend to be younger in age, or at least younger in mind, having an innocent heart and somewhat ferocious ambitions. You are strong and untamable when it comes to authority figures bossing you around. Most of the time there's no changing your mind if it's set, and you can be very stubborn, pushy, and audacious at your worst, and at your best; proud, confident, encouraging and passionate!

SKULLDOGS & OTHER SKULLIES ; Similar to phoenixes and cruxes, they tend to attract emo, goth, punk, or scene people, however rarely a bubbly girly person will roleplay one, and usually do it with pastel colours instead of dark. They tend to be somewhat reclusive, but yet enjoy people's company when forced to interact. They are people who don't really give a shit much in most circumstances, but when something gets them stirred up, it gets them up and going quickly. They can be somewhat cold and harsh to those who don't know them well, who know that it's all a façade of intimidation, to drive you away from getting closer to them.

FOLVES & OTHER HYBRIDS ; Similar to foxes, you're an excitable hyper furball that will jump around the room, and meet as many friends, and talk to as many people as you can! You guys seem to have none of the reclusive types of personality traits that foxes usually have, and instead seem to be very pack-bonded people! You love finding lucky things, like a clock or license plate that has triple numbers, or picking up a lucky penny off the street. The little things in life make you very happy.

So what do you think?

Did I get your species correct?

If so, or if not, tell me why in the replies! I will read 'em all.

#furry #furries #furry fandom #the furry fandom #furry species stereotypes #furry stereotypes #furry species #fursona #fursonas #furry oc #furry ocs #furry original character #furry original characters #furry character #furry characters #stereotypes

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reptilian-angel · 4 years ago

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Scratches and Stitches: A Capperity Collection - Random Word Prompts: 1-5

ME: Hello again everypony! Me again with some more Capperity love to share!!!

Okay, it’s more than obvious that my last entry in this particular collection sucked. And sucked HARD. There’s no way of sugar-coating that.

But I will endeavor to improve as best as I can! Now, that I’m trying to write what I WANT to write, it should be a lot easier to have my creativity flow. And I hope that reflects well in the new and improved entry!

Please read and review, as they ARE appreciated! As always I own nothing!

~X~

Random Word Prompts: 1-5

1. Choice

She just couldn’t believe Capper Dapperpaws. She truly couldn’t. For Celestia’s sake, how in the world did one turn down a once in a lifetime offer to become the Royal Adviser to the King and Queen in Abyssinia? The monumental raise in social status aside, the money that came from such a high end position would have him set up for almost half of his nine lives. Or at least the ones he said he had left anyway. Quite the bargain for someone who was born and raised in a trashcan – his words, not hers, which she hardly dared to agree with.

And yet, he still turned them down flat. And for what? To continue his current career as the Head-Cat of Kludgetown? It was utterly inconceivable.

She still thought just as much when he had dropped by for a visit one day, smiling that same charming cattish grin to which she let out a huff. “Capper Dapperpaws, I just don’t understand you.”

His grin never faded from his muzzle. “Why, whatever do you mean, Miss Rarity?”

“Oh, you know all too well, what I mean, you rascal!” Her mild insult caused his whiskers to twitch in amusement. “I know how important money is to you now that you’re no longer on Verko’s leash; being a royal adviser is very noteworthy position, financially and socially. You would have had the ear of the King and Queen of a rebuilding country, ample opportunities to really make a difference for the better. Now I ask you,” She fixed him with the shrewdest look she could muster. “What could possibly be more important?!”

He looked completely undeterred by her chastisement. Instead, like always, the Cunning Cat threw her off her near-embitterment completely by, with a soft, tender look in his glittering emerald eyes that sent very pleasant little shivers tingling down her flank, he smoothly leaned down and nuzzled her snout with his cold little nose.

The loving gesture sent scarlet red blooming on both sides of her muzzle, growing darker as he purred lowly, “I think the answer’s pretty obvious, girl. If I moved all the way back to Abyssinia, I couldn’t see you.”

2. Delusion

Rarity only sighed and shook her head at the sight currently mewling and purring up a storm on her chaise, as it was the stillest he had ever been ever since he stumbled into her shop just about an hour ago. “Capper, dear, how in Equestria did you find and consume this much catnip so fast?”

Capper blinked slowly at her, the movement delayed for each eye. His long lithe body now lay upside down with his back paws and his tail twitching in the air while his whiskers flickered like mad. If only adding to the high he was currently on, he giggled like a kitten. “I’ll be happ~y to tell ya just as soon as I get some more cand~y sticks and whack these flying yarn balls outta the air~!” His attempt to do so with a poorly aimed swipe only resulted in him crumpling onto the floor in a heap completely contradictory to his race.

Rarity did not a thing to help him. That is, except just tut at him with another shake of her mane. There were always downsides to having cats around, after all.

3. Garden

Fluttershy wasn’t ready for the yowl of surprise that tore through the silence of the tranquil afternoon she had been having in the back of her cottage.

The utter peace and serenity that had overtaken her diligent work in her little vegetable garden had lulled her into a relaxed state of mind. The work hadn’t been too intense, seeing as her little patch of green was just that when compared to Sweet Apple Acres, just a few leaves to pull here and some dead vines to trim off there. All the work was practically second-nature at this point, the load almost light as her wing-tips, even more so when some of her animal friends kindly offered a paw or two to help. Even if they do sneak a bite or two every now or again. She giggled to herself.

And she was just as grateful for Capper and Rarity, who had decided to drop in for a visit and also offered an extra hoof and paw to tend to her work. It was always a pleasure to see either one or the other, but seeing the both of them together was just as sweet, if how they always looked at each other was any indication. With how many times Fluttershy had seen her own parents gaze at each other so romantically, it was clear to the sweet-tempered Pegasus what they thought of each other.

Which was why that yowl had startled Fluttershy so badly, making her drop her produce in shock and her heartbeat rise like a firework in the sky. She turned her head and only caught a glimpse of Rarity wielding a single green vegetable and Capper screeching all the way out of the garden and onto the road as he ran from her. Her exasperated remarked managed to be caught by Fluttershy’s ears before they got too far. “Capper, honestly! It’s not going to hurt you!”

Being the animal expert that she was, it didn’t take long to put too and two together, leaving her to only sigh in pity. They sped from her house so fast, Fluttershy never got a chance to tell Rarity that all cats were startled by cucumbers. Even bipedal ones, it seemed. Hm.

4. Flood

It was well-known fact that all cats hated water. Whether it could be explained by the cat’s own self-interest in just grooming themselves with their tongues or some long-winded and forgotten cat-tale of the origin that had been told and forgotten was unclear. Or perhaps it was just, like one of nature’s many mysteries, it was simply what it was.

Capper had a, erhm . . . serrated relationship with water, to put it mildly. He didn’t hate the water, for when a cat was forced to live in a desert-town for years on end where the closest thing to getting cool was an over-priced lukewarm mug of near-expired fruit juice, precious h2o was a far more pleasing substitute. But at the same time he wasn’t ready and eager to jump in the nearest filly-pool with floaties at the ready.

Not to say he didn’t try and get along with it. After all, with a classy lady for Rarity as a friend who made bathing a daily and careful practice, one did need to develop a tolerance for cleaning up regularly. And try to lower the chances of coughing up hairballs at random points of the day. So he tried. And failed miserably.

Meaning, Capper having forgotten the most important rule of clearing your fur from the shower drain after you were through with your scrubbing. Which allowed a sizable chunk of fur and hair to build up and jam itself inside the pipe, leaving the filthy water no choice but to build up into a distasteful clog. Something that did not even reach Capper’s notice once until one day when leaving the tub to fill for a few minutes while grabbing a book from Rarity’s small library to kick back with, he had come back and found the porcelain tub steaming and overflowing with no signs of stopping.

Any efforts to stop it were immediately halted when the water touched his heels, provoking him to leap onto the toilet seat, his body arching like any cat’s would.

As if to add insult to injury, Rarity had taken that moment to step in, most likely to brush up for an important interview she had later on that day, only to exclaim furiously at the massive plumbing disaster her cat had caused. “Wha- This- This is NOT my fault! This thing was NOT built to code!”

5. Appearance

Capper felt like fidgeting under the cold, scrutinizing stares of the other ponies, paws itching to pull at his coat lapels from force of habit. Geez, forget about the tux, with this crowd, you’d be better off with battle armor.

For probably the tenth time that night, starting from when he set one paw in the Grand Galloping Gala, he deeply wondered why it was that Rarity, one of Equestria’s most famous and influential ponies, had invited him, a former dirt-poor trickster of a tabby cat from a ramshackle desert town, to appear with her to one of the most premiere events in Canterlot. After all, what would such ponies think? Like all the fancy unicorns, haughty pegasi and rich earth ponies whispering gossip as innocent as the judging glares shot at him from behind elegant, fluttering fans and polite but artificial facades.

Didn’t that sort of thing worry her? He may not have been raised among the rich and high class, but he knew all too well that a few well-placed words could easily fell any reputation like a tower of straw. And Celestia knew how hard the Lovely Unicorn had worked to build such reputable ties with them to make her dreams a reality. So, was including him really worth losing all that?

Her head nuzzling into his chest fur with a contented sigh brought him back to reality and his said company, dressed to impress like always. “I’m so glad you’re here with me tonight, darling. I honestly could not imagine myself coming with anyone else.” She murmured sweetly.

The trickle of warmth from such a declaration steadied his nerves for only a moment. “. . . Even if it’s just a broke, down-on-his-luck cat from the wrong side of the track like me?” He pointed out, hope peeking into his voice against his violation.

He expected her to laugh at him, brush off his concerns and simply continue on with her night as if nothing were the matter. But as always, she surprised him. She looked up at him, eyes warm and bright and genuine, before her soft lips pressed a chaste kiss to his jawline, right in plain view of the scandalized elites. “Especially so.”

#mylittlepony #my little pony the movie #my stories #my litte pony friendship is magic #MLP:FiM #MLP #rarity #capper #capper dapperpaws #capperity #random word prompts #Scratches and Stitches #Anthology #my fanfiction

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returnn-of-the-mac · 5 years ago

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How would the companions, including DLC characters, (+ Maxson, Cade, Haylen, Rhys, Sturges, Desdemona, Glory, Father, and Synth!Shaun) react to Sole acting high off their tits? And then they find out it’s because Sole is part feline and has been rolling in catnip? Bonus point points if laser pointer-related shenanigans follow said discovery.

Nick broke the 4th wall so much in this lmao sorry. Also only a handful of the companions (the ones I thought would actually do this) taunt Sole with the laser. Please enjoy!

FO4 Companions (+Many Others) React: Sole Being Part Cat

*[Companion] walks in to Sole rolling around in kitty litter*

…

Curie: [intrigued] Zo Ztrange. Zis ees deeztinctly feline behavior.

Codsworth: [Sir/Mum]! Pick yourself up and out of that filthy catnip! It’s probably festering with bacteria.

Piper: [slightly embarrassed] Havin fun, Blue?

Gage: [embarrassed] C’mon boss, stop it [harshly whispering] You’re makin us look bad.

Nick: I should be surprised, but I’ve already reacted to you doing much more absurd things.

Longfellow: You, uh…you good kid? Drink a little too much?

Strong: Why human act funny? Look like flipped over Radroach!

Ada: [Sir/Ma’am]. You are acting strange. Is there any way I can assist you?

MacCready: [looking away; embarrassed] Yeah. Rolling around in catnip. Totally normal behavior.

Cait: [annoyed] Oh c’mon now! Cut the crap! Yer embarrassin yerself!

Hancock: [amused; chuckling] The hell did you take? Give me somma that shit.

Preston: General, you look unwell and you’re acting strange. You need to see a doctor.

Sturges: [amused] Glad to see you’re takin a break and having some fun!

Deacon: [playfully] Hey! Don’t have all the fun!

Tom: [amused] Mind if I join ya!?

Desdemona: That’s quite…disgusting.

Glory: [amused] Yuck! You do you, but I’m not partaking.

Danse: [harshly whispering] Stop it, soldier. You’re violating our code of conduct…and you’re making a fool of yourself.

Haylen: [concerned] Hey, uh, are—are you okay there?

Rhys: The fuck is wrong with you? I knew you were an idiot.

Maxson: What has gotten into you Knight? This behavior is inappropriate.

Cade: Hm. This behavior is certainly abnormal. I would like to conduct some medical testing on you, Knight.

X6-88: Is there a reason for this behavior, [sir/ma’am]?

Father: [disgusted] What do you think you’re doing?

Shaun: [scared] [M-mom/D-Dad]? Are you okay?

…

After some medical tests, it turns out that Sole was part feline.

Curie: Well zen! Zat zertainly explain’s zeir peculiar antics!

Codsworth: I beg your pardon!? But…how? Did Vault Tec have something to do with this?

Piper: A cat, huh? [devious grin; pulls out laser] Ohh Blueee~

Gage: No way! What!? [laughing, reveals laser] I carry this around for Mason but this. This‘ll be fuckin hilarious.

Nick: Even with this twist, I’ve still reacted to stranger.

Longfellow: A cat you say? [removes laser pointer]

Strong: Part cat? [suddenly scared] Human scratch Strong!?

Ada: Interesting. My databases don’t indicate any previous accounts of homosapien-feline hybrids. You must be one-of-a-kind, [sir/ma’am].

MacCready: [genuinely amused, but pretending not to be] You can’t be serious. [takes out laser and stares at it]…always wanted to try this though.

Cait: [unconvinced] Yeah, yeah. An’ I’m part bloodbug.

Hanocck: No kiddin, huh? Well. Cat’s are chill.

Preston: One of the best Generals in Minuteman history is part cat. That’s impressive.

Sturges: [Roars with laughter]

Deacon: [excited]You can’t make this shit up! [takes out laser pointer]

Tom: Nah! For real!? Ha, that’s great [takes out laser] And so is this baby.

Desdemona: What’s next? Deacon’s a molerat…don’t answer that.

Glory: I’ve heard my share of crazy stories, but this is something else.

Danse: [completely baffled] I…I don’t know what to say.

Haylen: [playfully pets Sole’s hair and giggles]

Rhys: And just when I thought you couldn’t get any more despicable. [Takes out laser pointer]

Maxson: [on the verge of a breakdown] One of my best Knights…is…a cat.

Cade: Better a cat than a malfunctioning synth!

X6-88: [skeptical] I somehow don’t believe that [takes out laser] I’m going to need solid evidence.

Father: Stop with this nonsense!

Shaun: [Mom/Dad] is a cat? Can…can I keep it?

…

While some of the companions took this new information and rolled with it, others decided to have some fun.

…

Piper: [giggling] Look, Blue? What’s that? What’s that? [moves laser in opposite direction] Where’d it go!?

Longfellow: [slightly intoxicated] [aims laser off dock and into ocean]

Gage: [moves laser in circles and watches Sole run around] Heh heh. Go get it, boss!

MacCready: [moves laser back and forth; chuckling]

Hancock: [amused; lazily moves laser back and forth] Heh. This is pretty damn entertaining.

Deacon: [laughing and moving laser in circles] ooooOOH! [moves laser up wall] OOOooooh! [moves laser down wall]

Tom: Heh ha! Go get it, kitty! [moves laser in zigzag patterns]

Rhys: [points laser off the edge of Cambridge Police Station roof] [Sole hisses and claws the shit out of him]

X6-88: [Moves laser in a perfectly straight line back and forth] Cat confirmed.

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clownistyping · 6 years ago

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The Neverending Story, Chapter 31

First

Cover by @laneygthememequeen

Beetlejuice grabbed your arm, turning you back to him.

"One more thing." He smirked and pointed behind him. Vines slithered on the ground towards you, wrapping around your legs you gasped.

"You didn't-"

"I can't believe I wasn't invited to this!" The giant plant walked towards you with his roots. The vines let you go and retracted back to the owner.

"Did you teach him that?"

Beetlejuice smiled and nodded,

"They grow up so fast."

You shake your head as Sandy and Audrey bumped heads, turning back to Mother who looked weak as she struggled to stand.

"Child! Why?!" Mother yelled, holding her scarred eye. Father sat behind her, clutching his shoulder his helmet was off. His face was pitch black but his eyes glowed white.

"Why?!" You stepped forward, anger started to bubble again. How dare she ask why.

"Why?!" You pointed the blades at her,

"You were going to kill me!" You yelled,

"No! We were going to leave you alone, let you live a peaceful life with your lover!" Mother said, sitting on her knees.

Livius behind you argued, but Audrey wrapped his vines around Livius's mouth.

"Oh? Why let me live but kill the others? Am I above the others?" Mother nodded, you glared up at her.

"Am I above the others because I hold the blades to you? Or do you say that to ever knife wielding immortal?"

Mother stayed quiet,

"Well, which is it?" You asked, Mother looked at Father. Mother turned back to you and lines of black spread down her face, she growled.

"It's neither...you are the ground beneath our feet. You are useless, a waste of space and once I'm done with you the only thing that will remember you is your dead lover!" Mother screeched, the darkness now completely covering her face. She stood and lunged towards you, you grabbed her slim fingers. Stabbing at her hand you ran up her arm.

Father stood, running towards the two beasts, Sandy chomped onto his other arm while Audrey tangled Father's legs with his vines. Father fell back, his eyes shut tight, groaning in pain as he reached the floor he opened his eyes to meet with a smirking ghost.

"Ya know I was hoping to get your blessing but from what I see. You need mine." Beetlejuice laughed as Father groaned and fainted.

Beetlejuice squatted and prodded at Father's face, Sandy licked his cheek but no reaction. Beetlejuice shrugged,

"You can have a leg. But that's it, I don't wanna spoil your dinner." Beetlejuice smiled and looked up, seeing you slicing at Mother's limbs.

You sliced at mother's neck, the blades dug deep into her glowing skin and the skin around the fresh wound went dull. Most of Mother's skin is now dull with wounds, as you gripped her hair you looked her in the eyes.

"This is for Hisoka." You stabbed Mother in the left eye, Mother screeched and you lost your grip. Falling from the soaring height you knew this would hurt.

After seconds of falling you were suddenly caught in a pair of dirty arms, opening your eyes you looked up at your knight in dirty stripes, who sat on his striped steed.

Smiling up at Beetlejuice you pulled him in for a searing kiss. As Sandy slithered on the ground, Beetlejuice carried you off of her.

"You're my hero." You whispered as he set you down,

"Forever?" He asked and you nodded.

"Forever till the never end."

You both looked towards the unconscious Gods, you sighed.

"What now?" Livius said, you shrugged. Walking to the Gods you reclaimed the blades, on one was black dust and the other a shining glisten.

You looked down at the blades and then the Gods bodies,

"We've weakened them, but killing them is not an option,"

"Instead we can trap them," You raised the blades,

"I know of a spell, an entrapment spell that can secure any being into any object." You said, Lydia stepped forward.

"Lydia, I want you to perform it. If you will." Lydia nods,

You set a blade on each God, checking their eyes to see their state of consciousness. Nodding at Lydia, you told her the spell. You've got faith in her magic, if she can perform an exorcism then you're sure she can reverse it.

Beetlejuice piped up, "so what? Stick em in the blades and end of story?" You looked at him,

"You'll see." You smiled and stepped back from the giant bodies, Livius walked on top of Father and laughed,

"Aren't so high and mighty now huh?" Father's finger twitched and he jumped off, hiding behind you, you rose a brow. Lydia stood in between the two Gods, nodding at you she touched the Gods.

"In the blades these souls will go, trapped for eternity they will be. May their screams of release fall upon deaf ears, and their souls never to be free."

Mother's body shone brightly, Father's body only dulled and turned to black dust, the two bodies phased into the blades. The blades clanged onto the floor and Lydia bent to grab one, her hand was instantly burned and she seethed.

You ran to her and checked her hand, the pink burn disappeared and you sighed.

"I'm sorry, non immortals cannot touch the blades." Lydia nods, and you both smile at each other. You took the blades,

"Thank you, so much Lydia." You said and pulled her in for a hug. She nodded and hugged you back,

"Anything for you, and I guess that guy over there." You two looked at Beetlejuice, who stuck his tongue out at you both. Lydia and you both let each other go and you looked down at the blades, Livius floated next to you. With a sigh you made a conscious decision. You snapped the blades in half, a gasp came from everyone around you.

"Wha- I- (Y/N)! Why!?" Livius said and you shrugged, then breaking the blades each into three pieces. Six pieces in total.

"To make sure they can't get out." You handed him a piece, then pocketed one for yourself.

"If we keep the blades separate then that lessens the chances of the Gods being released. Got it?"

"Got it."

Beetlejuice walked to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder he kissed your cheek.

"You were always the smart one." You smiled, handing him a wrapped piece of the blade and then Lydia. You leaned on Beetlejuice, yawning.

"Ready to go home?" Beetlejuice asked with a chuckle, you tiredly nodded. You turned to Livius,

"Where will you go?" You asked,

"I think..I think I'll stay here. Got some thinking I've been wanting to do." He nodded, and you smiled.

"Well..if you need me, you know where to find me." You pulled him in for a hug, the hug was quiet, but comfort was there, comfort in knowing you both grew from this experience.

You opened your eyes to find that you were back in your bed, touching your pocket you held Mother's blades handle. With a sigh you stood, the bedroom door opened to show a smiling Beetlejuice.

He ran to you, pulling you in for a deep hug. Breathing in your scent he sighed, you held him tightly.

"Thank you, babes." Beetlejuice whispered, you looked at him. Holding his face,

"I love you, Beetlejuice."

"God.. I love you too, (Y/N)."

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kv-r18-fics · 6 years ago

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Wonderland AU Sin

Rachel can’t recall the days she’s been aimlessly wandering through this strange place called Wonderland. She’s followed a strange white rabbit through different doors; large or small. She shrunk and grew in size - quite literally. Even met some strange characters such as the Mad Hatter, or even the vain red Queen of Hearts. Though the one who stuck out the most, was the Cheshire Cat, who went by the name of Zack.

“We’re all fuckin’ crazy here...if you managed to get in this place...then you are too…”

Maybe she is, maybe Wonderland was a place that call to her for an escape from the woeful reality of home. One day, she would like to find home, and compare her fate. For now, she was having a moment of self peace in a massive flower field. Judging by the expression on her face, she seemed to be quite acquainted with such a field, as she stoically tore a few violets from the earth.

“...Who is the weed now?” she mutters under her breath, tossing the flower away, “not fit to be my perfect bouquet…”

She held bundles of flowers within her hand, while the other plucked away at the vibrant colored plants. Rachel doesn’t really know why she was compelled to make a simple bouquet anyway - aside from teaching that stuck up violet a lesson. The only inhabitant in this strange world she seemed to enjoy the company of was the cat. Maybe this can be a gift for him, or something of the sort.

“That creepy white rabbit would just eat these flowers…” Ray muttered to herself, “...especially after I made it so pretty…”

It was almost finished, but it still appeared to lack at least something. Her eyes scanned the flowers nearest her for something unique she can top it all with. Then her eyes spotted stalks of purple flowers growing within a bush. She reached to pluck a few stalks, and line them up in her bouquet.

“A better color than violets…” she said with a soft grin, “Maybe that cat will like this…”

She picked herself up and brushed away and dirty and leaves that clung to her dress, while she kept the bouquet pressed against herself. She knows for sure that Zack’s home was located within the forest, a perfect place for him to stalk and hide - and to also put his claws to work. He could appear just about anywhere if he wanted, but the forest was a deathly quiet. If Zack was more cat-like than he appears to be, then perhaps like any other feline, Zack was taking a nap. She glanced up at the largest tree within the forest, and spotted the small home that was built within its branches. Judging from the claw marks all around the trunk, there was no question that this was Zack’s home.

Rachel glanced at some planks of wood that were nailed to the tree as a type of ladder, and carefully stepped herself up to reach the mysterious cat’s home. The door was unlocked, and she could spot a figure laying on one of the furniture.

Isaac was taking a nap after all, he really was a big cat.

The sound of the front door creaking open was enough to rile him awake from his short moment of slumber. Like some kind of inner instinct, his body quickly disappeared, leaving Rachel surprised and confused to where Zack went off too.

“Still stickin’ around here? Guess you really are fucked up in the head…” his voice called out.

His voice hummed against her ears, as Ray’s body froze up in surprise. A devious chuckle followed afterwards as the Cheshire reappeared before her.

“Figured a dull girl like you finally hightailed it out of here…”

“N-No...I’m fine here…” Rachel replied.

“Eh?...Yer’ weird…” Zack mutters, “...even weirder to just enter a guy’s home so casually, y’know?”

To be honest, it wasn’t exactly the first time. She tightened her lips as her memory drifted off to finding herself in Danny’s home, that white rabbit worrying about some sort of appointment, until she found herself giant from curiosity leading her to a cookie that made her grow in size. The poor house didn’t withstand her body’s sudden massive frame. She’s learned her lesson, and won’t let it get the best of her again, last thing she wants to happen is to destroy Zack’s home too.

“I know...but, I seem to enjoy your company more than all the other strange characters in this world…”

“Huuh? Man, you really are fucked in th-...” he paused as he approached Rachel.

She can see the man’s body stay in place, almost frozen like a statue, until she heard him start to sniff at the air around them. The ears on top of his hoodie perked up with curiosity, and the slit pupil within his noticeably gold eye dilated.

“That...smell…” he mutters.

Rachel glanced down at the bouquet pressed against her body, and assumed that maybe that��s the scent that caught his attention. With her eyes drawn to the bouquet in her grasp, she didn’t notice Zack grasp Rachel by the shoulders as he leaned close to take a whiff of the scent along her neck. This made her freeze up, as her heart found itself at her throat, and her grip on the flowers loosen. The bundle of flowers fell and scattered on the floor, as she felt the man press himself right against her neck. She felt her pulse quicken, but also a strange sensitivity tickle her as she felt the faint breezes of his sniffling against her skin.

“Ya’ smell like…” he growls under his breath.

Like flowers? Rachel doesn’t know why he’s pausing, until Isaac buried his face in the crook of her neck - then came the sound of purring following after.

Rachel was completely confused, his grip is fairly rough on her, but right now, he’s nuzzling against her neck and cheek, followed by loud purrs. She can even see Zack’s feline-like tail sway and swish like a pleased cat normally would. It got her thinking, what is it that Zack is smelling? Her eyes glanced at the scattered petals all over the floor, her own sense of smell began to focus on the aroma that was alluring him so much. The purple stalky flowers, and a faint herbal smell…

“...Catnip…”

That explains it, the scent of catnip was making a cat-man like Zack enter some sort of high. At least, that was what she thought - Isaac was no ordinary cat, after all…

“Ah?!”

Zack’s warm tongue grazed against the supple skin on Rachel’s neck, followed by the gentle graze of his fangs. She noticed that Zack’s tongue was different - it wasn’t coarse, like most feline tongues, but it was indeed grooved, and it felt strange having it tickle her skin. The grip on her shoulders tightened yet again, as Zack pushed his weight on her, and toppled the both of them onto the floor. Now the scent of catnip was stronger, as they laid there on the wood floor. Rachel glanced up at the feline-man above her, and noticed he had a strained expression on his face - his body was also much hotter than it was just a moment ago. His hips straddled hers as his off-colored eyes stared down at the woman, while his tail swayed here and there.

“Zack…?”

She can feel the man purring loudly against her neck, as he nuzzled against her over and over again. Then, she heard a faint tear, as Zack’s bandages began to rip at the fingertips and reveal sharp claws hidden underneath. She can feel the tips of his claws poke at her skin, as they pressed a little too hard against her blue dress. What caught her eyes the most was Zack’s ears, his actual ears, as they slipped out of his hoodie.

Large, black, and fluffy ears, with little tufts at the very end. They occasionally flicked as Isaac continued his hazed nuzzling, which only drawn Rachel’s attention even further. Ruled by curiosity, she reached a hand up, and gently grasped one of those ears within her palm.

“Nngh!...Mmh…” Zack groaned.

Rachel flinched for a moment, thinking she might’ve grabbed his ear too hard. She loosened her grip, and carefully motioned her thumb to rub at it instead. The fur was incredibly silky and plush under her fingertips, but the faint groans continued.

“Ngh…”Ray…”

Rachel can feel the growing body heat on top of her, as well as a change in Zack’s expression, something that differed from the haze of catnip he had a moment ago. His eyes were half-lidded, and his mouth was showing signs of heavy drooling, only to have the excess soak in his bandages. Something about this expression, this strange heat, and the tone of his voice - it was oddly alluring, and it made her heart race without her realizing on the dot.

Isaac doesn’t know to lean in this woman’s touch, but all he knows, is that those caresses feel good - too good. It making electricity shoot through his body, before settling into a different spot. Only he knows, and thanks to the scent of catnip, such a sensation intensified. His pants are growing more uncomfortable, especially between his legs, and the ear rubs aren’t helping in on the matter. His claws kneaded the tuft of Rachel’s dress at her shoulders, poking more holes into the fabric, during his short moment of interaction.

“Enough…” he growled.

Ray felt the man pull her hand away from his ears, to have him grasp both wrists and pin them to the floor. With one hand, Zack tugged at the scarf around his neck, feeling it loosen, until it slid off with ease. Ray squirmed for a moment, unsure what the cat man had in store, she was feeling a strange stir of emotions within herself. Her body’s response wants to be scared about the unknown Zack plans to do, but given her already bizarre and dangerous experience in Wonderland, she barely reacted at all. Rachel knows what Zack could be capable of, she’s seen the man’s scythe, and what it was capable of. What was he going to do under the effects of catnip?

The striped cloth coiled itself around her wrists, before tightening, and restricting her limbs from moving. Pleased with his action, Zack’s clawed hands settled themselves at the top of Rachel’s dress, while he dived down and quickly pressed his lips on hers. The woman flinched for a moment, sensing the warmth on her lips, and a sudden strange taste making their way into her mouth. Zack’s tongue slid itself inside of her mouth, found her tongue, and quickly entangled it. His tongue was indeed grooved in a way, there were strange rows of bumps for his taste buds, instead of the usual jagged ones that felines typically had. His flavor was a strange combination of exotic and sweet, and the more it filled her mouth, the more heated her body became. Her heart continued to pound in her chest, as well as a strange and tingling heat that settled right at her thighs. Zack’s tongue twirled along hers, before pulling back for a moment of breath. The hands that rested at the top of her dress gently raked along the fabric of her dress, as he moved to climb downwards. He found himself comfortable between her legs, while his hands motioned his claws to dig into her dress, and rip at her clothing with a single, effortless swipe.

“Z-Zack?” Ray gasped.

Wonderland catnip, like everything backwards in this world, it’s not a narcotic to cats - it was an aphrodisiac. She knows that she’s stuck in this backwards world, which backwards inhabitants, and their backwards ways. A normal person would be terrified, but she’s not, she was intrigued. Perhaps this world was meant for her, after all. Zack stared down at the woman, as her concealed bosoms were exposed right before him. His soaked tongue licked at his bandaged lips, and he motioned his fingers to take care of the bra hindering him access to her breasts.

With a simple tug, her supple bosoms were in full display before him, making the cat man sway his tail eagerly. Letting out a hot puff of breath, Zack dipped his head down, and slid his tongue out to let it find it target.

“H...Haaah…” Ray whimpered, as she felt a humid warmth drag along her breast.

It rolled along her soft nipple, gradually hardening as more attention was brought to it - which only added more of this tingling stimulation pool at her sex. Where Zack was positioned, he can feel her legs press and rub against his own, as if frustrated that he was blockading them from closing up. This amused him as his slit pupils dilated a little, and his black tail curled underneath himself. Freeing a hand, Zack carefully maneuvered underneath the woman’s frilly dress, until he grazed against her cotton panties.

“Nngh?”

Zack’s lips enveloped the hardened bud, suckling fairly hard to distract her, while his claws dug underneath the legging to allow him to lift it just a tad without giving her much notice.

“Nhh...a-ah…” Ray huffed, feeling Zack’s tongue swirl and roll against one nipple, then the other. Then, something suddenly found itself between her legs. “Aah?!”

Something warm, and soft; nothing like Zack’s fingers or mouth, and it’s resting right against her sex. A sly smirk creeped on the man’s face, as he felt Ray squirm underneath him. If the scent of the catnip smelled so good, Rachel’s heat was even more alluring. He released his grasp on the woman’s panties, and motioned the tip of his tail to flick and rattle.

What Rachel is feeling, she doesn’t know if its a tickling sensation, or something entirely different. She’s never had any attention in such a place before, but she had some sort of second thought linger in her mind that she craved more of this new interaction. This warmth that settled within her groin was odd, but pleasant. The softness of Zack’s tail brushed against her outer lips, causing her to buck her waist in response. From the sudden jerk of her body, Zack could feel a strong dampness brush against him, which only coaxed the cat man to flick his tail even more.

“H-Haah…” the woman whimpered, as this appendage squirmed in her underwear, while Zack leaned back down to give her nipple much needed attention again. “Nggh!”

This feels so strange, as stimulation filled her entire body from two different spots, she squirmed and hummed out quiet moans, with her legs pressing against Zack’s on reflex to it all. As intoxicating as it was, it just doesn’t seem like it’s enough. The man pulled back, with a strand of saliva stringing between the hardened bud and his tongue, and watched as the woman gaze up at him with a pleading expression. His fingers returned to the cotton panties, and pulled the legging back to free his tail out.

“Z-Zack...ah...wait…”’

Isaac watched as his tail slid out, soaked with her juices from his earlier actions. The feline-like man stared down at Rachel, as he motioned his tail close, and proceeded to drag his tongue along the dripping fur. An aching throb pulsed through her sex, craving for more of that strange stimulation, as she watched Zack run his tongue along the tip of his tail.

“Fuck...didn’t know you were this tasty…” he purred, then hands grasped at his scarf to yank it off her wrists. “I want more…”

Ray softly panted, the heat was clearly getting to her head, as well as a craving for more attention from Zack. Her blue eyes wandered to Zack’s hips and noticed the large lump in the man’s trousers - he clearly was very aroused. Acting by a desire, her hand slid down to her panties, and squirmed to free herself entirely. This intrigued the cat man, as he saw Ray expose more of her womanhood before him. She was soaked, her skin a rosy blush, with a very pleasing scent that wafted his sensitive nostrils.

She looks absolutely delicious. More saliva built up within his mouth, his lost his focus on lapping up the woman’s nectar off his tail, and more drawn to just slurping her up from the very source. The man helped remove the underwear off completely, and dropped it aside. He retracted his claws, to allow the other hand to explore her damp lips, and part them to expose her womanly petals. Her clit is throbbing, aching for more attention, just begging for Zack to come play with it again.

Ray watched as Zack moved to position himself to lay between her legs, but she placed a hand over his to stop him.

“Wait…”

“Eh?” he grunted in an annoyed tone.

Rachel turned her attention to the catnip on the floor, and brought a hand up to grasp at the plant. Just a fresh whiff made Zack shudder in arousal, especially as she brought it up to him. She knows the plant is edible, and if just the scent sends Zack into a hormonal frenzy, she wonders how he’ll respond if ingested.

“Ya’ want me to eat it?”

“...Yeah...a-and...don’t hold back…”

“Holy shit, Ray...yer’ fuckin’ kinky...ya’ know that?” Zack said with a purr.

“I guess I am pretty mad…” she responds with a hazy smirk.

Two insane people, about to make some crazy love together.

Isaac grabbed one of the stalks, and proceeded to take a few bites out of the leaves. His saliva is in overdrive, while he chewed on the plant. The nectar contained within the leaves began to dissolve on his tongue, and send his hormones in a frenzy. A growl escaped his lips, and he quickly reached a hand down to tug at the fly of his trousers. The button flipped right open, and he pushed his britches down just enough to let his boner finally breathe. Rachel can see it plain as day, the large bulge poking right against his box undergarment, and eager for stimulation.

The more Rachel stared at it, the more mad thoughts creeped into her mind. Before Zack dove his head down to devour the woman underneath him, Ray stopped him yet again, which spurred more sexual frustration.

“I’m not fuckin’ waiting!” he snarled, but shuddered as Ray’s hand found his concealed dick. “Nnh!”

Ray’s hand pet at the bulge for a moment, until her fingers slid at the hem of his underwear, and pushed them down enough to let his hard member spring right out.

Isaac panted for a moment, then let out a winded chuckle, “Christ...want my dick already? I thought ya’ wanted me t’ eat ya’ out first…”

“I want both now…”

The cat man let out an amused purr, and sat up to help Ray push his underwear down to his hips, to make having his cock hang out much more comfortable. Rachel’s dress though, could be a pain in the ass to dig around to get to his target easier, and the woman could see it in his eyes. He wants her disrobed. Her dress is tattered anyway, so no point in staying decent anymore. She shuffled her body to pull the blue and white dress off her body, revealing her fair skinned form in front of the cat man - to which he swayed his tail in a pleased motion. The catnip had kicked in for sure, as his dick was dripping with a clear, but sticky liquid.

He motioned himself to stand on his knees next to Ray, wanting her to acquaint herself with his member, before they both settled into a good position to please each other orally. He’ll have to admit, even though she’s a complete stranger to the world he knows, she was very attractive for a woman - he wouldn’t mind getting a little frisky with her. Catnipped or not.

Ray gazed at Zack’s cock, and just observed every detail about it. He was very well endowed, all natural, and definitely flushed with arousal. Just watching his precum drip was exciting her. She brought a hand up, and coiled her digits around the shaft, and gently pushed back the extra fold of skin to see all of him. Isaac raised a brow to see her breathe a sigh of relief, but shuddered, as her thumb pressed against the head.

“F-Fuck...don’t tease it…” he whined. “I wanna get busy already!”

So does she, but god, she wants to acquaint herself more. Rachel motioned the man to be the one to lay down, while she straddled Isaac. He didn’t waste any time to grab her ass and pull her close, so he could spread her lips open and reveal her dripping core before him. Feeling his own thumbs open her wide made her shudder, but also whimper with anticipation. She wants to feel it, especially in his nip-induced haze. Her eyes focused on Zack’s dick again, and laid herself down to begin her little experiment. Her fingers caressed the underside of Zack’s shift, feeling the man buck under her touch, until she reached the root. From there, her digits gently cupped his balls, fondled them a little, while the other hand held the man up to allow her tongue to start probing him.

How will he taste?

Isaac groaned out a pleasured purr, from his balls being massaged, to the hot breath blowing against his dick. To reward her, he inserted two of his digits into her slit, hearing a weak whimper at first, but her fingers coiling tight around his fingers. Zack licked his lips hungrily, wondering what other sweet sounds she’ll make. Mental distraction aside, Rachel inched close, and dragged the tip of her tongue along the head of Zack’s dick. A sharp hiss was heard at first, then a husky groan, as Rachel continued to drag her tongue along the head. It was completely wet, a little salty, but also fairly sweet from the pre coating her tongue. Judging from the strong pulses she can feel under her tongue, and from her hands playing with Zack’s balls, he must be sensitive there, and his body enjoyed having it being played with. One lick became two, then more followed, until Rachel repeatedly kissed at it.

“Mmh!...A-Ah...fuck...shit...have you done this before?” Zack groaned.

Her mouth was like paradise right now, it was getting hard to focus on his desire to just eat her up. His mouth had been drooling all about it. Pulling his fingers out, Zack’s arms wrapped around Rachel’s hips to hold her in place, while his grooved tongue pressed within her soaked crevice, and traveled along her folds.

“Z-Zack….haaah…! Hah….mmmh!” Ray gasped. “A-Again!”

She doesn’t need to tell hm twice. When his tongue touched her sex, he tasted the most sweetest of all honey to him, and he craves for more. He slid his tongue out again, and dipped it between her soaked lips, this time, probing at her clit.

“Nnn!...Th-there!”

“Heh...this sweet little spot?” Zack purred, bringing a finger up to press at it.

“Mhh!” Yes!”

Perhaps the catnip was affecting her too, at least Zack wishes that - Wonderland catnip only has this effect on his kind...wishful thinking, he assumes. He removed his digit, and went back to poking and prodding the sensitive bud, rattling his tongue along it, and feeling the woman squirm hard against his mouth. She’s not doing her share, and it’s annoying him. He does love hearing her moans, but his dick needs attention too. He let his hand lightly smack at her buttocks to silently tell her to get a move on and suck him off already.

Rachel panted heavily from the heat gathering in her groin, then focused her attention back to Zack’s member. Emboldened by the pleasure she’s receiving, she dragged her tongue, along the shaft, then tenderly kissed at the man’s balls, before holding him up to do the same for the head again. One sweet little peck, until she pushed herself further, wrapping her lips around the appendage, and cushioning it on her tongue.

“Ngh! God...like that…” Zack purred.

Each groove rattling her nerves made Rachel’s mind spin, and hum her muffled moans on the man’s dick. If she kept that up, then he’ll have quite the treat for her. The woman suckled on Zack for a moment, until she felt the man roll his hips back and forth, causing new sounds to sigh out, as her lips rubbed the shaft moving in her mouth. His body is signalling to her what he wanted, and she was quick to pick it up. Rachel moved a hand up to grasp the base of the shaft, and allow her grip to stroke areas her mouth couldn’t cover. Once Zack felt Ray bob her head, he pressed his lips on her clit to suckle fairly hard on it to show how pleased he was.

“Mmh...nh…!” Ray mumbled. Her toes curled, and her own hips rolled against Zack’s mouth in response.

The vibrations rattled on Zack’s member again, making the cat man pull back to slip out his own moans. It feels so good to have her eagerly suck on him, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to keep thrusting his pelvis upwards to literally make love to her mouth. Rachel was definitely picking up rather quickly, as she tested her limits, and didn’t waste any precious time to learn to adjust. This may be an accidental event, but he’s not regretting a single second - he’s never felt such pleasures before. Rachel was just as enthusiastic, hearing Zack’s moans, and feeling his excitement within her mouth, making her so much eager for more.

Isaac regained his senses, and grasped the woman’s hips to envelop her drenched sex again. His tongue hung out of his mouth, but he wanted to do something different. Instead of lapping at her stimulated petals again, he thrust his tongue right into her slit.

“Aah! Haaah…!” Ray gasped, as her thighs jerked in Zack’s grip. She can feel a strong heat slide inside of her - inside. The slick and manipulating warmth touched against the walls of her sex, and proceeded to rattle inside of her. “Hnn…!”

Zack can feel her channel clench around him, which made him rock his head back and forth to simulate a the action of thrusting. In doing so, he can feel Rachel’s body throbbing all around her, hear stronger moans, and most of all, taste her sweet nectar at the very source. The woman tried her best to pick up the slack, as she bobbed her head to match the pace of Zack’s tongue. On a couple of occasions, her free hand fondled and massaged his balls, followed by her lips just suckling at the head. Both of the passionate pair were humming out muffled moans and slurps, as they drank each other up. Isaac rolled his hips upwards to thrust into her mouth again, helping the woman pick up the pace, while he was ready for the little surprise he had for her. Rachel had gradually adapted to Zack’s girth in her mouth, and had been testing herself more and more, and began taking in just a little more of his length. Soon, Rachel can feel Zack’s tongue leave her entrance, with his mouth quickly enveloping her sex for a firm suckle, but something else followed with it - the man began purring, quite loudly.

A harsh moan rumbled on his dick, Rachel was overwhelmed from the suction of Zack’s mouth and vibrations juddering on her core. She had to pull back to breathe and vocalize her loud moans, the sensation was just too much to focus back on sucking Zack off. He can handle her brief pause to enjoy the moment - the woman’s throbs pulsed wildly and her juices were gushing out more than he slurped up previously. He wants more, alot more. The feline man kept his grip tight as he rattled his mouth on her, lapping and licking at her, before sucking firmly on her sex again to let his purrs do the work.

“Haah!...Gh...Z-Zack…” she whimpers. A strong warmth had pooled between her legs, feeling hot, incredibly hot the more Zack antagonized her sex - especially when he teased at her pulsing little pearl. Deep within her core, she can sense a faint tingle, growing more and more inside of her, while her grip on reality started slipping.

Her body was shaking, Ray could no longer control herself, as she rested her head on Zack’s thigh to succumb to this new sensation being given to her. The man continued to drag his grooved tongue along her quaking sex, staying relentless in his hungry licks, as Ray’s moans grew louder and heavy. Every different taste bud rubbing her sensitive nerves caused the woman’s body to start seizing up, with her hips willingly to rub against Zack’s tongue. The inner thought of nearness drawing closer and the closer filled Rachel’s mind as she motioned her waist to keep moving against the man’s mouth. Heat coursed all through her, especially between her legs, right where Zack’s mouth was settled. As soon as his purrs rumbled against her again, everything hazed into white.

Inhaling a sharp gulp of breath, ecstasy took possession of Rachel’s body, making a loud, pleasured cry escape from her lips. She’s never felt such a hot and blissful sensation before - it feels good, incredibly good. Like it was the greatest thing her body was able to experience, nullifying any negative ones she encountered. For Zack, he noticed a strong change in the woman’s taste, and quickly wrapped his lips around Rachel, as he greedily drank her essence during it all. He can feel the woman’s diaphragm rise and fall against his belly, as she exhaled hard moans during her climax. Hearing her, and tasting her during it was was making his cock throb. He groaned under his breath, and snuck a hand down to stroke himself.

“Ngghh...don’t stop now!” Zack growled out.

Ray panted, before her attention focused on the action right beside her, Zack was greedily pumping himself to pick up the slack from where she left off. Her head still spun, but she willed herself up, and shuffled back to his member. Her hand replaced Zack’s, and he wasted no time to return to her firm suckles and strokes. Isaac’s hands returned to Rachel’s hips, his claws extending on reflex as he held her tightly, and raked against her skin. His pelvis didn’t sit still for a second, helping the woman match the much needed pace his body was screaming for. Heat and stimulation continued to pool between his legs, while he could sense a pressure at the base of his spine. Ray can feel Zack’s body felt much more stiff within her mouth, perhaps even grown a little in girth.

“Haa...hn...a-almost!...”

Zack can feel tension in his body, from his muscles to his gonads. He may feel a strong heat within his cock, but he also sensed a strong cold tingling spark his groin again and again, until Isaac sensed that he began to slip.

“Nngh!...A-Aaah!” he grunted, then threw his head back to breathe out a louder moan.

His hips moved a little more to keep his dick sheathed in Ray’s mouth, until pleasure took hold of him for a moment - he seized right there, allowing Ray to take control of her greedy suckles. That is until she felt a hard throb in her mouth, followed by one more buck of the hips. From there, something suddenly squirted inside of her mouth - something warm and thick. This caused her to pull back for a moment in surprise, which made more of this strange fluid spurt out and get her on the cheek. Ray can see it now, a milky goo shooting out from the tip from those strong throbs, until it gradually dribbled out, and puddled at his lower belly.

Isaac panted heavily, his dick squirmed from the strong pulses, with his balls tensing up, to make sure each drop had been pushed out. Ray pulled back for a moment, wiping her cheek, while her mind tried to piece together this strange taste that filled her mouth. Warm, kind of salty, but faintly sweet. It was Zack she was tasting, his purest flavor. Rachel stared down at the spent member, watching the last drop of white drip from the slit of Zack’s member, and silent began to think to herself - she liked this taste.

Rachel greedily swallowed every last drop.

The man laid there to recover for a moment, but felt Rachel’s warmth had shuffled off his body. He was having a tough moment to recover, given she had given him the best pleasure he’s ever had.

“G-God...that...haah….that felt...so fucking good…”

He carefully picked himself up to find the woman that sucked him off, his vision was fairly blurry, but he can see a figure in front of him looking a bit panicked. Zack cocked a brow, and brought his hands up to rub his eyes a little.

Wonderland truly was a strange place - food or drink to make one grow or shrink, but Rachel never expected that even sex, especially semen, could have its own effect on a stranger like herself. As Isaac cleared his vision, he stared in shock at what just happened to Ray.

Fluffy, golden ears, with a long tail to accompany it - she became a cat, just like him.

The woman glanced at herself, noticing her nails became claw-like, and felt her ears move around, picking up different sounds, when they normally didn’t. Then, she noticed the tail, long and silky, and it was hers. Zack just stared on, surprised to see this transformation, but given she was no resident of Wonderland, this was only temporary. Rachel turned her attention back to Zack, and saw him flicking his tail with complete interest - like he was gazing at the most pleasing sight he’s ever seen.

“Shiiiit, yer’ even fuckin’ cuter…” he said, with a large smirk.

“Am I stuck this way?”

“Nah...for folks like you...it’ll wear off eventually,” Zack replied, then leaned close to Ray. “We can make the most out of that time…”

His brought his hands up, and wrapped his digits around her ears. Like what she did, he was going to return the favor of rubbing them, giving her a good taste of what effects it’ll do to her. Rachel can feel a strong and tingling heat shoot through her body, before settling between her legs. It was a sensation almost similar for when Zack teased at her neck or even her nipple, but she never expected it to some from her ears. Now she understands Zack’s frustration when she did the same to him - but Zack knew a few more tricks about this form than she would ever know.

“Aah...Zack…” Ray whimpered, then felt the man grasp her by the shoulder.

“Hey...fair’s fair...you take it too..” Zack grunted, as he picked up the last few leaves of catnip.

Rachel can actually smell the scent from the flowery herb - really smell it. Aside from the earthy aroma, it was a pleasing and intoxicating scent that followed afterward. Zack teased her a little by whafting the plant under her nose, before plucking a leaf, and bringing it to her lips to chew on. The scent of the herb made heat return to her thighs, along with a nagging ache she had when Zack played with her body earlier. She opened her mouth, and felt Zack place the leaves in for her to gnaw on. It was a mixture of bitter, earthy, and sweet, but it was that faint sweetness that made the heat swell within her sex.

“How’s it taste?” Zack purred.

“Sweet…”

Isaac licked his lips, as he picked her up onto her feet. They had enough time on the floor already, he wants plenty of room to move for what he had planned for her. Right behind them, was his dining table, it was fairly small, enough to support about 2 people to eat on. However, he was going to put it to other use - a better use. Ray suddenly felt the cat man push her upper torso onto the table, pushing her hips against his, while he leaned over to bite at her neck.

“Nghh…” she whimpers, then shuddered as Zack’s fingers trailed along her body.

Her thighs were soaked and drafty, even Isaac had taken notice - especially given the scent she was giving off.

“Looks like it’s kicked in…” Zack said, motioning his tail to rub against her again. “Yer’ practically gushing now…”

“Z-Zack…”

“All the better to do this…” Zack said, sliding his hand to Rachel’s fluffy tail.

He grasped at it, and immediately tugged. He can feel the woman underneath him freeze up from the sensation of having this new body part pulled, before her legs got weak. His teeth raked against her tender skin, before leaning closer to start nipping at her ears.

“Better put those new claws to work, Ray…” he whispered, as he guided her hands to lay flat on the table. “I’m gonna fuck you hard…”

Ray’s breath hitched, she was nervous, but mostly excited from more of this heat and stimulation to overwhelm her again. She feels greedy, especially given she only came over to show off her pretty bouquet, but now she’s indulging in this sinful activity with this Cheshire Cat. Something rumbled in her throat almost subconsciously, she might be purring with what Isaac was doing to her. She leaned a little more into the table, and spread her legs more to give the man all the room he needed to do as he pleased - the catnip was really taking its effect. Her body was incredible hot, dripping, and just craving for more of Zack’s attention, and only Zack’s attention.

“Mmh...good girl…” Zack purred.

One hand anchored itself at Ray’s hips, while the other grabbed his excited cock. He guided the head towards her soaked sex, and rubbed the very tip along her folds.

“Fuck, yer’ really drenched...all the better…” he said with an amused chuckle.

Her juices clung to the tip of his dick, as he pulled back for a moment, then aimed it right towards her eager slit. Almost like a reflex, Rachel’s claws sunk into the wooden table, as he felt a strong and thick heat widen the rim of her entrance, and slide itself inside of her hot channel. It’s definitely much thicker than the man’s tongue, which made her flinch a little, but welcome every inch that penetrated deep inside of her.

“Haah...mmh…!”

“Heh...I’m not all the way in yet, and already yer’ moanin’ like you’re about to cum…”

She just might, if he pushes inside of her even further. Isaac can feel her walls quaking against his shaft, while Rachel continued to whimper excitedly. Grinning ear to ear, he used both hands to grasp at his hips, and pushed hard to thrust his cock deep within her.

“Aah!”

Ray threw her head back a little, with a loud moan following her surprised yelp. Her walls became tight, and quivered all the shaft. Zack hummed out a short grunt, riding out every second of the woman quaking all around him. She was trembling, moaning, and dripping against his body, with the excess puddling onto the wooden floor.

“Heh...jeez, ya’ came already…” he chuckled. “I got no plans on stopping…”

His tail swayed and flicked with anticipation, as he gripped tightly on the woman’s rump. Slowly, he withdrew himself back, before slamming his hard cock right back into her, with the process repeating afterwards. If Zack wasn’t holding onto her hips, Ray’s legs would’ve given out the very moment her small orgasm took hold. Now with him sliding his heat in and out of her with fervor, she squirmed and scratched at the table, while more hot moans escaped her lips.

“Ahh...nh...Zack…”

“Fuck...you feel so good…” Zack purred.

His hips continued to slam and pump inside of her, filling the living room with the sound of heavy breaths, slippery sounds, and the slaps of their bodies colliding. Zack leaned over Ray’s torso, keeping his gyrations hard and consistent, while he raked his fangs along her neck and shoulders. Soon, he sunk his teeth deep into her skin, making her wince from the slight pain, only for it to be drowned out by the pleasure. Either reflex or desire, Ray began to push her hips back to have Zack push deeper inside of her, grazing her sensitive walls, and strikes a spot inside of her that she never new she had.

“Ahh! Z-Zack!” she shrieked.

He did it again, and again, savoring the woman’s weakness and shuddering. His teeth stayed anchored within her skin, while his hand found Ray’s temporary tail yet again, and didn’t hesitate for a second to give it a good tug.

‘I don’t know why I’m doing this...I don’t want to stop though...it feels...it feels so good…’

Her juices dripped underneath her, staining the floor, as they continued their primal romp together. The sensation of Zack raking her skin, pulling at her tail, being rough as he claimed her physically only heightened the pleasure. Her newly formed claws continued to dig into the table, leaving a deeper mark onto the furniture, as Zack’s hips refused to stop for a second. Inside her walls, she can feel the man’s member rubbing against her nerves, stirring her inside, while his throbs increased in pace.

Drool trickled from the corner of Zack’s lips, the heat and stimulation pooling at his thighs continued to knot within his core, he doesn’t know how much longer he was going to last. He leaned close, sinking his teeth into Rachel’s shoulder, while his hands clasped tighter on her hips. Muffled growls and moans hummed out, followed with the sounds of their bodies colliding harshly. If Zack keeps this up, Ray might just cum again. Isaac grit his teeth for a moment, as the woman’s inner walls tightened around him again - perfect, it was that right amount of snugness he needed to pump his cock even faster. He’s edging closer to his own climax, and this is perfect to help him reach it with Rachel.

A strong sound of slipperiness mixed in with every other feral sound, as more of the woman’s juices continued to trickle out of her and puddle onto the floor - drop by drop. Ray couldn’t stay quiet for a second, she can feel the man’s size widen a little, followed by stronger throbs pulsing deep, in between Zack’s swift and savage thrusts. Something was going to happen to Zack, and she knew now, especially since she experienced it in her mouth. She wants to feel it, a strong and desirous instinct wanted to know what it was like to have that piece of Zack fill her up like that. Her body continued to push back against him, allowing the cat man to plunge deep inside, while her mind swam in the abundance of pleasure. Isaac needs to feel the same, and she was willing to contribute into their physical activity, even though trying to stay in reality proved difficult. Just a few seconds more, both lovers moved against each other in tandem, progressing the pace further. The constant friction caused the heat and pleasure to build, their vision threatened to blur, and sweat soaked the clothing that was still worn.

“Ray…” Zack growled, before he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He held her hips firmly against his, and readied for the final thrusts to claim her. “Nggh…! Ray!”

Zack’s grip held her in place, preventing her from moving against him, but his hungry speed was more than enough to satisfy her. The woman shuddered, as the heat within her core was seconds away from erupting through her entire being. Zack on the other hand, slammed his hips into Ray’s as hard as he could; driven by a need to sheathe his cock in her nice and deep inside of her. The cat man felt his muscles begin to tighten in his abdominal regions, his tail entwined with Rachel’s, and his nails raked her skin.

One hard pump, then two, until Isaac gave her hips one final pound, holding her tightly in place, while his dick squirmed hard against her inner walls. He sucked in a hiss at first, until a hot moan tore itself out from Zack’s throat. Ray can feel the man give in to pleasure, buried deep inside her soaked channel, her nails dug hard into the table, as his heat and throbs was enough to coax her own took hold. The man’s member twitched for a moment, his balls tensed right against the woman’s soaked folds, while her inner walls were clamped around his shaft. The quivering warmth added to the sensation for the man, as his mind hazed into white.

Splurt!

A strong and sticky warmth coated Rachel’s inner walls, making the woman gasp sharply, and writhe in Zack’s grip to push against him again. It triggered a subconscious response in the man, causing him to roll his hips much more slowly inside of the woman, with more of that delicious warmth filling inside of her.

“Haah…” Ray panted, as the warm liquid settled inside from their given position, but her excess of juices leaked out of her.

Zack’s tight grip on her waist loosened, before coiling around Rachel’s frame, and pressing his entire body against her in a sort of cuddle. Ray can feel a vibration hum against her skin - he was purring again, clearly satisfied with what happened. She’ll have to admit, she felt satisfied too - it was odd, even dirty, but she enjoyed every second.

Soon, she could feel the man slowly start to leave her, causing her to whimper in protest, then gasp as that same sticky warmth trickled through her channel, and threatened to leak out.

“Zack...ah...no...wait...it’s coming out…”

He said nothing, before sliding his fingers underneath Rachel, and used his digits to hold her opening wide, to let it drip out.

“I wanna watch…”

Red creeped her cheeks from his words, he can feel his eyes gazing on her dirtied sex, while being splayed open like that. She can’t keep it in, the thick fluid made its way out, and trickled from her entrance. Zack licked his lips, as the sticky, milk-white fluid leaked out, and dripped into the already small puddle of Ray’s juices.

“I wonder if this will make ya’ stay like that...if so...then I guess I’ll keep filling you up…” Isaac teased with an aroused chuckle.

Ray glanced back from the corner of her eye, to glance at the man, then shuddered as he began to gently thrust his fingers inside to get the rest of his seed. If this meant she can stay in Wonderland, then perhaps she wouldn’t mind living as a cat, like Zack. If it did wear off, then she’ll happily put herself back under those effects, something about committing these acts felt so good - even right, especially when sharing a stalk of catnip together.

Her eyes wandered to the last bit of catnip, and used her tail to motion the herb closeby. Grasping the plant, she turned around as soon as Zack finished with her, and held the plant up to him.

She began to think of all the strange foods and potions during her entire journey in this world - Eat Me, Drink Me. Well, then she’ll do both.

“If that’s the case...then, let’s have another bite.”

The scent filled his nostrils again, making the man shudder. He couldn’t resist a devilish smirk, as he gazed at the woman.

“You dirty girl...guess you really are mad…” he said with a chuckle.

He grasped the stalk in her hand, then leaned to claim her lips, as a way to accept her sinful offer. With little to no effort, Isaac laid Rachel on the table, running his fingers along her supple body, before motioning her legs to spread open again.

Settling a small catnip leaf near her eager sex, Isaac can see exactly what Rachel was silently daring him - Eat Me.

A grin formed on Zack’s lips, and lowered his head to accept both treats.

Rachel wants Isaac to welcome her into madness, make her and rebuild her into a new addition to Wonderland - sanity be damned.

#fuck her right in the pussy...wait...

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sawthefaeriequeen · 6 years ago

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Top Ten Books Read In 2018

1) The Last Summer of the Death Warriors by Francisco X. Stork

I picked this up at a book fair, read the summary, and figured I'd surprise myself with this author I'd never heard of before. It's about the friendship between DQ, a guy with terminal cancer dealing with his complicated feelings for his estranged-but-conciliatory family, and Pancho, a guy who's biding his time until he can get revenge on the person who's killed one of his family members. I like that both boys are raw and real and people—Pancho obviously has messed up emotions, but DQ can be plenty bitter and angry too: he's not an Inspirational Cancer Patient stereotype.

2) The Sherwood Ring by Elizabeth Marie Pope

Girl moves into her uncle's old ancestral house sometime during the 18th century and gets immersed into the past lives and loves of the ghosts that thrived there during the days of the Revolutionary War, their paths often crossing each other's. I swear I have never seen more delightful ghost characters in my entire life.

3) The Unbound by V.E. Schwab

So by the time I'd picked this up, I was having mixed feelings about V.E. Schwab – on one hand, she'd always written worlds that engage me almost instantly with their creativity. On the other hand, I'd just recently been horribly disappointed by the ending to what's been her most popular series so far: I thought her final Shades of Magic book did a most spectacular job on dropping the balls on everything good about it. Up to reading it, I'd thought the author's hype was deserved. But after, well…

So when I picked this up, it was with much trepidation. I'd loved the previous book, The Archived: the big old house setting, the grim closed-off girl/sweet sunny boy dynamic the lonesome warrior setup, all were like catnip to my id. I didn't want it ruined by a bad sequel. Fortunately, this book took everything I loved about the book and turned it up to eleven. It upped the stakes, it intensified the relationships, and it also added a mental illness angle that I personally found very meaningful.

The author is still kiiinda on notice so I'm not sure I want a third book. If there is one, dear God, please be good. *crosses fingers*

4) Turtles All The Way Down by John Green

I remember thinking, as I was reading this: this is really, really working for me but will it work for someone neurotypical? 2018 was hell and I was just so desperate for the people in my life to get it, and so I kept hopping on trains of thought like this.

Anyway, this book was spot on in what goes on in the wirings of my anxious brain. Green's usual turns of phrase took an incredibly frenetic turn at times, which, I know, is exactly what it's like to have a mental illness. This is not a book about "this is what to do" it's about how it IS or how it can GET.

I'm still really grateful for that quote about the spiral – how it tightens, but also how it eternally widens. When I first saw the cover, I thought it was kind of blah; now I look at that spiral and see something different. I see the hope of creating a new 'normal'.

5) The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

This was so readable it surprised me. I thought I'd go slow on it because: war story where it's a foregone conclusion that it ends tragically for the leads? Yeah, I'm not in a rush to reach the end of that. But I blazed right through this book. There's something really addictive about Madeline Miller's storytelling and how she brings her characters together and follows their blossomings and downfalls through the years. And then, the course of the Iliad and the inevitable sadness for Achilles, Patroclus, and Briseis was more like the slow turning of the tide rather than getting hit with a tidal wave. Anyway, not only was it readable but I'm finding myself eager to re-read it.

6 ) The Hero and the Crown by Robin McKinley

Part of my Read Everything Robin McKinley Writes mission that began last year. I'd liked the sheer escapism and the desert setting in The Blue Sword, but that whole white savior thing kinda put me off from enjoying Harry and the book more fully than I would've liked.

It was not so for this book, thankfully! Who knew that reading about the nitty-gritty of slaying big scaly beasts could be so satisfying? That's classic Robin McKinley, as I'm learning – you love what the protag loves. And then I really dug how the dead dragon's ghost haunting Aerin acts as a metaphor for mental illness.

(As I continue to wrestle with my diagnosis, I continually appreciate all the depression/anxiety metaphors I encounter in media. Maybe one day I'll make a post about it) AND ALSO: a love triangle that's actually well done and that serves our heroine's identity and character rather than taking away from it? Yes. Yes, thank you.

7) A Certain Slant of Light by Laura Whitcomb

Yeah so, this book killed me. It's about two twenty-something ghosts with unfinished business who find themselves in the bodies of two teenagers whose souls appear to have completely vacated theirs. They find themselves falling for each other and trying to find out what happened to their 'hosts' and what went on in their past lives. They also find themselves battling to survive the hostile home lives that their 'hosts' left behind. It's all very beautiful and kind of twisted and also a love letter to words and probably my most unexpected book of the year. And I have NO idea to rec it to people. "Read this, it's kind of fucked up but gorgeous but also can get triggery so step warily?" Uh.

8) Deerskin by Robin McKinley

See warnings above. Oh God. But really, I totally respect Robin McKinley for going full-out faithful to how utterly fucked up fairy tales can be while still creating a survival story. I'm not just talking about Lissar surviving spoilers incestual rape and miscarriage (indeed, I'm not qualified to talk about it) but how hers is a story of healing: by surviving the elements, by nursing living things back into life, by building herself up into a legend without even knowing it.

9) Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor

Just an incredibly satisfying ending to a duology that at the same time echoes that quote from Michael Ende's The Neverending Story: "but that is another story and shall be told another time." I love when something ends with that sense of: "there are even more stories and adventures for our beloved characters out there than you can possibly fathom, and you are now free to make up them yourself."

10) Autoboyography by Christina Lauren

I was intrigued by the premise: a half-Jewish guy and a Mormon guy fall for each other over the course of a writing class. And upon starting it, I could tell straight (heh, straight) away that it was going to be a favorite. It's an unabashedly kilig romance about falling for the wonderfulness in each other,and both mains are fucking adorable, and made me want to give them both a ton of hugs. Oh, and this book further reinforced my belief that the key to first-person writing is having a good voice.

Another thing is, I basically never see YA books that deal with growing up in a religion and actually-loving it and having it be an inextricable part of your identity… and then having to deal with the darker, prejudiced sides that you really wish would be excised from it altogether especially if they are opposed to who you are. To deal with it sensitively and touchingly, not only in a YA book but in an m/m romance? Well done.

honorable mention!

-The Secret History by Donna Tartt

I was reading this on the bus on the way home to the province for Christmas and I could not stop laughing and I had no idea to explain to my very curious sister that it was because half the protagonists were high as a kite at the funeral of the friend that they all killed and one of them had just very noisily killed a bee in the church vestibule and it made the loudest sound on the planet and they're all gonna have to ~aesthetically grieve and pallbear now even though THEY killed their friend and w o w it's like Nuwanda from Dead Poets Society was cloned five times.

Sometimes "pretentious people murder someone and somehow it is hilarious" is just exactly my cup of tea.

and a couple of series binges!

Almost 10 years ago (god, what the hell), I had a "YA Paranormal Romances I Might Actually Like" list, and the two trilogies below were on it. There's something gratifying about finally crossing off books on your TBR that have been there for ages:

-The Shade Trilogy by Jeri Smith-Ready (Shade, Shift, Shine) This series came out on the tail of the Great YA Paranormal Romance boom and I really wish I'd picked it up then (I also really wish some of the covers it got weren't so damn off-putting. It's like Animorphs all over again) because it's such cut above so many of the books that were being churned out in those days.

The premise is: what if there was a global paranormal event that left the portion of the population born after a certain year with the ability to see ghosts? I really like that the author thought this out thoroughly – it's not just a oooh spooky ghosties gimmick. Everything is affected: the educational system, the police force, politics, technology, travel, you name it.

The heroine was smart and truth-seeking and had nuancedrelationships with lots of female characters (bff, mentor, aunt who raised her, mom who died… ), the Betty love interest was a total sweetheart who also didn't seem too good to be true and who was capable of making major teenage fuck-ups, and the Veronica love interest was a rock-and-roll ghost who had the post-life character arc that I sadly wish Maggie Stiefvater had given Noah Czerny. I kind of loved them all a lot and one of the reasons I wish I'd read these books as they came out was so I could've been un-jaded just a little bit about Those Pesky Love Triangles.

(Someday I…really ought to make an analysis about why I dislike love triangles in general and what exactly was up with the ones that DID work for me.)

-Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy by Maggie Stiefvater

I read the whole series toward the year's end. It was precisely the cold-weather binge I was craving. I may have my quarrels with some of her writing decision, but really few people can do atmospheric, poetic writing the way Maggie Stiefvater does. The romances were a bit too YA for me in this one, but I ended up really sympathizing with every single POV character anyway. And I mean, cold and poetry and family and books and wolves-as-family*.

(*One day, I'll have the emotional armor to watch Wolf's Rain again. )

#personal #text post #cross posted #the written word

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lenfazreads · 7 years ago

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Let’s burn it all baby and rise above

Here I bring out another book review, this time from a book that came highly recommended by some of my trusted trash romance lovers.

Burn for Me by Ilona Andrews

I want to say first that I actually really like this book and I do recommend you reading it. It does have some trigger warnings, but it’s a good book. It does end in a cliffhanger though, as it is a series.

The book is centered around Nevada Baylor, a low-rank mage that has a PI agency and is forced to tracked down the bad boy du jour, Adam Pierce, accused of setting fire on a building In her chase she clashes with Connor “Mad Rogan” an ex-army and prime mage that is also tracking down Adam to locate his cousin, an accomplice on the fire. Nevada, Adam and Mad will soon be involved in a weaved in plot where you don’t know who to trust.

The book is narrated from Nevada’s pov and while I usually can live with that if well written - and this one is - it does cut the perspective on the story a lot.

First things first, I’m not crazy about the cover. I’m really not. A book this good deserves a better cover although according to @kliomuse the original cover was even worse until Wal-Mart demanded a little more sexiness in it. Go Wal-Mart... we all know it ain’t a trash romance novel cover unless a couple of nipples are showing. RanchDude had a better cover than Adam and Connor and that is really a shame.

I also want to fully acknoledge that half of the comments here are excerpts of text messaged sent to @sambethe as I was reading

(under the cut for spoilers)

I was 17% of into the book Burn for Me and I couldn’t figure out who the romantic interest was going to be for Nevada. Adam or Connor? This as a bad thing for me bc I don't like it when I don't know who I need to picture looking like Colin. What if I pick the wrong one? I suppose reading the summary would have solved this but it felt like cheating so I made a bet and stick to it... almost

Magic is real in this world and families with good magic have been harvesting and picking alliances to enhance that (so basically like regency nobility). The highest rank in magic abilities are Primes.

Adam Pierce is the second son of House Pierce and a prime. He has pyro-magic and is a bad boy that reneged his family in the name of anarchy

Connor Rogan is the head of House Rogan, a telekinetic prime extraordinaire that can move entire building and cities at the age of 19. He was actually instrumental in the war against Mexico and then reclused himself bc he’s crazy af.

You can see why I couldn’t pick them out? Look at my predicament!

there is an entire undercurrent on admiring the Primes, so much they are tracked in Herald where fans write self insert fanfiction on them. People writing self insert fanfiction on Mad Rogan is a thing that I definitely need a spin off for.

At this point I had alreqady settled for Connor... bc I had an inkling.

There is also Augustine, who’s also Prime in illusion magic and is Nevada’s boss (his house bought her mortgage) and he’s the one that forces her to track Adam, knowing she’s in over her head. Adam is a major asshole, but a pretty one... apparently due to magic. We’re interested to see what happens

Nevada’s family rocks: her mom is an ex-snipper that still has the best aim ever (it was her magic talent), her grandma is a badass mechanic that fixes combat transportation and his cousin is a wizard with technology. They are all funny and snarky af. Grandma also loves hot guys even if they are dangerous. Go Grandma.

So here is was, rooting for Connor when this happens:

ADAM HAS A BROTHER. PETER. PETER. I was t4earing my chlothes at this point thinking... yes yes yes! The definition of the brother is totally my catnip. All the hotness and none of the issues.

But back to the main leads, Nevada’s first meeting with Adam is hot af. He’s charming, and has swagger and says all the right things. I’m impressed.

She then proceeds to get kidnap by Mad Rogan to get information. There is a scene of Mad traying to play some telepathic vodoo shit on her, to force her to talk. But here’s the catch: Nevada, although appears as a dub (no magic) actually has a willing magic of sorts. She can tell when people lies and later on in the book it turns that she can bend people’s wills and force them to tell her the thruth. She’s amazeballs and totally fights big ol bad Prime with her own magic and stands her own while verbally belittling him.

Her second meeting with Adam was a downer. He was a terrible fratboy that wanted her to run away with him after just meeting her and when she refuses, he throws a tantrum. Oh Adam, I had such high hopes for you, but you’re just a PyroDude.

Her second meeting with Connor is dayum. He meets her at a sushi place (she had dreamt about his shirtless that night) and when she asked him to start projecting himself on her dreams, he told her he could not have done it and asked which clothes he didn't have in it. GO CONNOR. Rogan is problematic, his methods are assertive (not to say violent) but at least he owns his shit.

Adam sadly, goes down from here. He sets her house on fire and then goes into full psycho mode. He looks hot af doing it, but craaaazy. He’s like Dark Hook on amphetamines.

Connor is still… Connor. Nevada doesn’t want people to die unless is self defense and Connor is just… connor. If someone pisses him off, homie has no filter. He ends up killing someone to defend them but it didn’t sit well with Nevada.

"the next time I kill someone, I'd like to do it in a way that doesn't freak you out" Connor, you’re such a romantic….

Nevada and Connor’s banter gives me life… these two, once they do it, it’s going to be all dirty talk and hot smut, I tell ya. Their logics are so different and the way they balance each other is amazing. And their pull… it’s awesome

Connor referring to himself in the same way the fans in the Herald think of him gives me all the life. Her family teasing him gives me life. Grandma demanding pics of Adam & Connor gives me life.

Adam just blew Connor's car. This is like Bridget Jones lame fight between Hugh Grant and Colin Firth. Only better

Connor and Augustine went to college together. Their scene meeting at Nevada’s house and their piss fight and actual fight is also priceless. Nevada went from zero to 3 hot primes in her circle. She’s not convinced that was a good idea.

Turns out Connor is also a touch telepath or something like that… meaning that he can make you feel touched without actually touching you and he can also feed back that hotness back to you as he reacts to it. Needless to say, their kissing scene is skyrocketed hot.

I don’t want to give out the plot, but just now that nothing is exactly what is seems and there’s still lots to go from Connor and Nevada. He’s little assholy at the end… but I’m hoping we’re on the road to full redemption that will come in the upcoming books. I also wonder if Peter would show up in the other books. I need a brother to redeem Adam for me.

10/10 rec book. Go read it. Let me know what you think of it!

#book reviews #burn for me #this was a good one

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winterinpanem · 8 years ago

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Not Your Mama's Hallmark Christmas part 3/3

This chapter is rated M for sexual content.

A big Thank You to my friend and Beta @Javistg

Breakfast with Peeta’s entire family is something else. Some are nursing hangovers.

Peeta and Rye sit next to each other and play fight with their elbows.

“These are grown men, folks!” Lila announces with amusement.

“Hey, can I butter your biscuit?” Peeta says again with a wink.

I just roll my eyes at him.

“Do you need me to wet your waffle, Lila?” Rye adds, greatly amusing his brother.

I reach for my coffee, Peeta looks at me and says. “Too hot? Maybe you should blow it?”

I shut my eyes and stifle my laugh.

Rye follows with, “Lila really likes sausage for breakfast.” Placing a few on Lila’s plate.

We all groan.

This leads to Rye and Peeta going back and forth with innuendos as we eat.

“Do you want a package to come for Christmas, Katniss?”

“I’ll do you a favor, if Santa doesn't come, well…”

Finnick and Peeta could do this all day. It's hilarious to hear Peeta and his brother go back and forth. Lila pretends they aren't that funny, but eventually breaks down and cracks up with the rest of us. We're just lucky the pretentious matriarch is seated at the dining table and not with us in the breakfast nook.

It’s Christmas Day, I don't know what is happening, but today things are different. The hand holding seems second nature. The way we reach for each other is more genuine. Our touches seem to be more than just for appearances. Even the way he says my name sounds, well, different.

Peeta needed my attention for a conversation with his aunt and the way “Katniss” rolled off his tongue sent a shiver through me, a good shiver.

I know many erotic novels will describe a predicament where the female protagonist is so turned on she “soaked her panties” at an awkward time in an embarrassing setting, but they never cover how one were to remedy the situation. Damnit!

Peeta and I are surrounded. SURROUNDED by all kinds of his relatives and I just have to awkwardly shift and pretend I'm not uncomfortable until I can attempt some sort of “pat down” in the bathroom.

What did he do to provoke such a reaction? I'm not even sure. Was it his blinding smile? His deep, contagious laugh? The time when he squeezed my thigh to get my attention? Or when he brushed my hair to the side to whisper an inside joke from years ago in my ear? Maybe it was when he looked intently into my eyes as we grinned and laughed about the joke reference? I can no longer deny this thing between us. It’s electric. It feels...real.

After I stack my plate with cookies, Peeta grabs a bottle of red wine and we sneak away to a less crowded room, laughing all the way.

It was such a gradual shift. No real conscious decision was made, it just seemed natural. The touching. The hand wondering.

I don't know when it happened, but Peeta and I are up in my room, and I'm straddling his lap as we make out, rather intensely, might I add.

This feels really real.

And really intense.

The only coherent thought I can make is “why did it take so long for us to get here?”

I've been living this long without his soft pillow lips, how perfectly they fit and hug my own.

This intensity is what made every other kisser so mundane, forgettable.

He pulls me tighter as my head begins to spin. I feel drunk on this feeling, on fire, out of control. I feel a hunger within.

With a sexy husky voice, he whispers magical words that cause a shiver down my spine, “I just want to get you naked.”

After what felt like hours of roving hands and hungry kisses, clothing in a pile on the floor, I try to catch my breath but, with every touch, Peeta ignites a fire. As his fingers finally reach where I want want him, I'm nearly begging.

Almost as a reflex, my hand finds its way to make Peeta moan. Hearing his sexy guttural noises has me nearly losing my mind. Hot lips travel down neck, my eyes roll back as my whole body is bathed in waves of euphoria. I hear Peeta stifling similar noises of pleasure in the crook of my neck.

As we catch our breaths, I find myself giggling.

“Oh that was sooo goood.” I pant with a tired, sated voice. My eyes are heavy.

“Mmmhmm.” Peeta smiles like he just learned a secret. He pecks me on the cheek and finds something to clean up with, then dives back in bed.

The intense look in Peeta's eyes makes my stomach flip. As if he just can't help himself, he leans in, peppering me with sweet kisses that travel to my lips.

“Thank you,” Peeta says between lingering kisses.

“No. Thank. You,” I answer back kissing him too. My lips don't disconnect from Peeta's sweet delicious ones until I can't keep my eyes open and Peeta seems to be nodding off.

As we drift off to sleep on Christmas Day, the only thought I have is that I don't know if I've ever been so happy in someone's arms before.

In a half awake state I felt some warmth leave my arms, it's replaced by blankets, and a sweet kiss to my lips, which I return, before going back to my slumber.

When I wake for the day I'm greeted with a message from Gale.

The message, sent last night, says:

Gale: She said yes!!!

There's a picture of Gale and Madge sporting huge smiles, she’s holding up her left hand up baring the glimmering diamond.

He popped the question on Christmas Day.

Another text has a question:

Gale: Madge and I fought over you a little, but will you be my Best Woman?

Me: Absolutely! Congratulations!!

Then sent Madge the same kind words.

Madge's reply being: I'll tell you everything when you get back!! xoxo

I thought for a little bit, then decided to get my best friend’s thoughts.

Me: What do you think about Peeta and I, if we were really dating? Please don't tell Madge until I've talked with Peeta?

Gale: You're a pragmatic thinker Katniss, you're never going to choose something serious with someone you ‘can live with.’ The question is if you can't live without him? Does he help you be a better you? This could be really good for you Catnip. ;)

Me: Solid advice. I'll let you know.

After I'm showered and dressed, hair woven in my trademark braid, I head downstairs. Since I slept late, only a few family members are still in the kitchen. I decide to look for Peeta before I eat.

Clara is spoon feeding the chubby babbling baby that sits in the high chair.

“He's in the kids’ room,” she answers with amusement in her smile.

What I find is Peeta dancing with his two nieces. The girls are in glittery dress-up clothes, while Peeta has a tulle skirt stretched tight around his waist. All 3 are enthusiastically singing “Let it GO…” as the movie plays on screen. Peeta knows all the words? I would tease him, but I'm just really impressed!

They didn't see me come in so I quietly sneak back to the kitchen unnoticed. I don't want to ruin the moment.

I can't wipe away the grin on my face after what I found. Uncle of the year!

Peeta would make a great dad someday.

Clara and I share a knowing smile as I prepare my breakfast plate.

The blue eyed baby with tousled curls babbles to his mom while I allow myself to daydream about what Peeta would be like as a father.

I didn't realize I was smiling to myself until a hungover Rye sat next to me with a plate of breakfast.

“I really want to mock you about the love struck look on your face, but it's so damn cute. Should I start calling you Sis, now?” Rye nudges me with his elbow, mischief in his eyes, which seems to be a standard Rye Mellark trait.

“What do you mean?” I try to frown, but fail.

Rye laughs. “I mean, I've never seen my baby bro so happy and crazy about someone. You’re just as gaga over him and, from what I've seen, it's a perfect match. I'm guessing a ring isn't too far from Peeta's thoughts. What do ya, say, Sis?” This is the most serious I've ever seen Rye, the last sentence he adds playfully.

“Uh, I, uh?” I really don't know what to say.

“Don't sweat it, Katniss, just let it happen,” Rye says with a hand on my shoulder.

He must have read the fear in my eyes.I make eye contact and pay closer attention to what he's about to say.

“Lila and I were friends first. Lila will tell a much more fluffy magical version, but you seem more practical so, I'll give it to you straight. All couples are different. For us it was a slow natural progression. We were in love before either of us realized it. I didn't know marriage was for me until it just was because it was her. Marrying her was the most natural and necessary decision I've ever made. My whole life is better with Lila. I love her, I want her, and I need her. For the rest of my life. Always,” Rye states so matter of factly we could be talking about the color of snow. It's just fact.

I'm deeply moved. Somehow this makes more sense than anything I've ever heard about such a commitment.

“You won't break his heart. He's it for you too. It's in all the little things you're not saying.” And with that Peeta's brother leaves me to my treacherous thoughts, walking upstairs to join his wife and boys.

I'm also left wondering… so many things.

There's a knock on the door so, after looking around, I see Clara is busy, I might as well answer it.

There stands Cashmere De Young, Peeta's horrible ex-girlfriend, standing at the door.

Cashmere came from old money and was absolutely spoiled. Peeta loved her, he doted on her, was immune to her air of elite, and judgmental nature. I blame his mother.

I always wondered if it had something to do with his mother's constant disapproval, gaining the approval of someone so exclusionary.

They dated 4 years, Peeta was talking about marriage, and she left him. This was a year ago, just before his family’s party. Peeta told us of his humiliation at their party and of his mother's constant backhanded comments on the following weeks.

Despite all this, Peeta went to great lengths to try to win Cashmere back for months. She shut down every attempt. He was quite heartbroken.

Like kicking a kitten who just wants to be held and cuddled.

Devil woman.

Now this woman is back? At his parent’s home.

“Is Peeta here?” Cashmere studies me, a look of confusion on her face.

Then I remember the look on Peeta's face when this bitch tore his heart out. Suddenly I’m filled with anger.

Her parents were at the party. They probably saw Peeta looking happy and she wanted to come in here to toy with him?

This woman who is so used to getting everything she wants.

Not on my watch!

“Who do you think you are coming here, Cashmere?” I cross my arms, a scowl on my face.

“I just want to talk to Peeta!” she answers.

“You've had plenty of time to talk to Peeta! An entire year, to be specific!” My words come out as more of a snarl.

She looks surprised that I know that.

“Well, I didn't--,” Cashmere tries, but I interrupt.

“Well, you didn't? You didn't think of his feelings when you left him? You didn't care about anyone else but yourself?!” I cross my arms in challenge.

“That's NOT what happened!!” she insists.

“Get the HELL OUT OF HERE. I'll tell him you stopped by, it's his choice what he wants to do with that information. But you are NOT going to hurt him EVER AGAIN if I can help it! I DON'T want to see your face again!!”

Her jaw dropped. “Who the hell do you think you are?!”

“Peeta's GIRLFRIEND!!” I leave her with that and slam the door in her face.

I feel like I'm floating on air, I can't believe I was able to tell off Cashmere de Young!

“Kat? Come over by us!” Two small hands yank my hand and pull me into the living room where Peeta is coloring with a preschool aged nephew. I'm still shaky on their names and parentage. They look so alike.

“Let's show Peeta that game we played?” a smirk on his lips, mischief in his blue eyes. This one must be Rye’s?

“Do you mean THIS game?” I tickle both boys with one hand each as they laugh and squirm.

“Ooor THIS game?” I pick their sides as the laughs become infectious.

“Or THIS game?” I wrap an arm around each boy and swing them in a circle, plopping them in the couch, gently, but in an exaggerated manner.

Peeta and I tackle, tickle, and rough house and giggle with our nephews...

I mean his nephews, until it's time for them to head home with their parents.

After, goodbyes and hugs are exchanged. I'm surprised to find the ache in my stomach when the kids “can't wait to see me again.”

The sincerity of Dane and Clara’s open invitation for dinner.

Rye whispers, “looking forward to a ring.” Which I know has a double meaning.

I really feel like I fit in this family. It kind of scares me.

Peeta and I find ourselves sitting on the couch by the fire watching the snow fall outside as we sip hot chocolate.

He places our cups on the coffee table and pulls me into his arms, longing lengthwise our legs entwined. My head just under his chin where I can hear his heartbeat.

The calm I feel in his embrace seeps through my veins. I heart his heart beat slow and find a rhythmic pattern. It seems to be a mutual calming effect, wrapped up in each other.

I'm mesmerized as the fire crackles and flames dance in the fireplace. The gentle rise and fall of Peeta's chest beneath me almost makes my eyelids feel heavy.

“Katniss I--”

Peeta's words are interrupted as his phone starts blowing up with text messages.

“We need to go the the hospital, it's dad!” Peeta says, panic written all over his face.

CH 6

The beauty that comes with the winter season brings with it new dangers.

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention report that about 1 million Americans are injured, and 17,000 people die, as a result of slip-and-fall injuries every year. Studies show slip-and-fall injury rates increase significantly as temperatures decline, with most injuries resulting from contact with outside services.

Peeta and I rush through the hospital doors hand in hand.

“Which room is William Mellark in?” We find Rye asking at the front desk, his voice full of concern.

Loretta is seated in chair outside Bill’s hospital room. She's trying to hold all her emotions in, but the fear is gripping her.

Dane is seated next to his mom. He offers his hand, which she clutches for dear life.

Peeta's dad took a nasty fall when he slipped on ice. Will Mellark has a fractured knee that will require surgery. He has a sprained wrist, and they will be keeping him for a few days due to his head injury.

I heard Peeta talking to his mom about staying past the New Year to help with his dad. I wonder if I should stay with him?

Loretta keeps muttering how young her husband is, how fit and healthy. Before long, she’s blaming herself.

The brothers share a look and exchange a few whispered words, with a few head nods they set a plan in motion.

Peeta and I picked up dinner for the 5 of us while Rye and Dane stayed with mama Mellark.

After much convincing, Dane took his mom home to sleep while Peeta and I stayed at the hospital to ease Loretta’s fears of being away from her husband.

The nurses brought us a cot. Peeta and I found comfort snuggled into one another. I fell asleep to his heartbeat under my ear, his solid chest under my fingertips and his fingers in my hair.

My dreams were less than innocent, twice I woke up too warm and kissing Peeta. I had to calm my thoughts and still my actions. Take deep breaths. We were in a hospital, after all. It's kind of embarrassing how much I want him. In my defense, he didn't seem to mind.

In the morning, the sight of Peeta's tousled hair and bright eyes make my heart flutter.

“Good morning, beautiful!” he greets me handing me a crushed cup of coffee. He must have risen hours ago.

“Thank you.” I smile and accept his gift of caffeine.

“No, thank you so much for being here with me!”

I shrug my shoulders.

“That's just what we do, Peeta,” I state simply. His smiling reply makes something inside my chest grow so huge, almost 3 times in size.

I rub my chest unconsciously.

As we wait in Will’s hospital room, we've been told Peeta's dad may wake up soon.

There's a stirring as Peeta softly talks to his dad.

“I'm going to call mom. She's going to want to be here once he wakes up,” Peeta tells me before he leaves the room.

I nod.

This might be a good time for me to call Johanna.

“Hey! It's me! How's the beach?” I ask my roommate.

“Amazing! It's warm and beautiful, and so many guys and gals to take back to my hotel! How are Mellark’s cinnabuns for Christmas?” Jo teases.

“It's been great, actually. Really great!” I answer her, vague but honestly.

“Mmmhmm,” I can almost hear the smirk on her face.

“Are you going to keep him?” she asks so simply, like it's not complicated at all to start a relationship with one of my best friends who has been my pretend boyfriend for the last 5 days.

“That depends,” I answer just as simply.

“Let me guess, you're doing that thing again where you just don't talk. Have you learned nothing?

“When that picture in college surfaced, you both talked about anything and everything except your undying attraction. People only teased you because they figured that you would get together with Peeta-bread, --you two were so hot for each other-- but it was only obvious to everyone else,” Johanna explains.

I take deep breaths and fight the feelings bubbling up inside me.

“Okay, I won't let the opportunity pass this time. I think, I think he's it for me, Johanna.”

“I think so too.” Her voice velvety with affection.

I swallow and explain, “Up until yesterday, everything had been perfect. But his dad had an accident, and we're here at the hospital. If he needs me, I'm going to stay over New Year's. I can't tell him yet, it's too selfish.”

I hear a door latch so I try wrap up my call.

“I have to be there for him as his FRIEND. That's it. That's all I am, Peeta's friend.” I explain.

“Well, tell him you're crazy about him the second you have the chance,” Johanna insists.

“I will. Thanks, Jo, bye.” I end the call.

It seems the odds are never in my favor, in life and in love. I thought this week may be the exception.

I turn to find Peeta looking down, closed off body language. Maybe he's taking his dad's accident harder than I thought?

“My mom is on her way over,” he tells me.

I step closer, hoping to calm his concerns, but his response is still closed off.

“Hey, Peeta, I was thinking, I want to stay in town with you as long as you're here. If you need me?” I offer. Here it is, the precursor to bearing my soul.

I can't meet his eyes yet, I feel too vulnerable.

“Why? Because I need a friend?” Peeta asks, with a biting tone.

“I-I just want to be here, for you, with you. I want to be with you, Peeta.” I try not to say it so monotone, but my fears get the best of me.

I don't know why I imagined him wrapping me in an embrace at these words. When I find a pained expression on Peeta's face I realize I was very wrong to force myself on him, in the hospital with his injured dad.

Peeta mutters, “Conceal, don't feel, put on a show…”

“What?” I ask. He looks embarrassed, like he didn't mean to say it out loud.

“Nothing, uh, something I learned from my... nieces.” He shrugs and rubs the back of his neck.

I step back and take deep breaths.

“You don't want me? You don't want me to stay with you?” I try to ask with the least amount of emotion possible.

“No.” Is his only answer. He looks angry.

Then we hear Will Mellark moan. Peeta rushes to his dad's side.

Suddenly, I feel like I'm intruding. This is a family time. I shouldn't be here. I don't belong.

“I'll give you some privacy,” I tell Peeta. He responds with a nod.

I wait outside the room for what feels like an eternity.

Peeta and his dad are still lost in their own little world as I peek through the windows of the hospital room.

If he doesn't need me to stay over New Year, why wait?

I'll just get a cab outside the hospital and disappear. There's no way I'm going to stick around while my heart rips apart.

So THIS is what a broken heart feels like?

Peeta and I never talked about our feelings, but they became very real to me.

I did his favor, and even though we hadn't planned on my leaving for a few more days, he doesn't need me anymore, I don't need to stay.

I should have known.

No. I knew.

I knew I could never deserve Peeta Mellark.

I packed up all my things and called a cab for the train station, then turned my phone off.

Waiting at the train station, I can't help realizing how lonely I feel. How incredibly empty my heart feels without Peeta. I will myself not to cry, but I'm left with a burning lump in my throat for hours.

I think I was falling for him.

I didn't even admit it to myself before I had lost him.

Why did I let him slip through my fingers? Everything hurts right now.

After failed attempts to compartmentalize my feelings for Peeta, and trying to convince myself that I'm strong enough to be alone, I doze off in the train.

The chill the wind gust brings only reminds me that being alone has never felt so bitterly cold.

I tighten my jacket, but it's no use.

Instead of unpacking when I arrive home, I curled up on the couch with National Lampoon's Christmas, a bottle of wine, and Ice Cream.

I decided to call Madge the next morning.

“Hey Madge, I'm back in town. Let's talk New Year's Eve. What's the plan?”

Madge answers “New Year's Gala for the Mayor at 7pm. It's a masquerade, black tie. Gale will be relieved to have you as an ally.”

“Okay, I'll call if I need help with what to wear, but I think my bridesmaid dress from Annie’s wedding could work.” I share my thoughts.

“Yes, you look so good in red! If Peeta saw you in it…” Madge pauses, “I thought you said you were staying after Uncle Will’s fall? Any reason in particular that you're back early, Kat?”

“Peeta said he doesn't need me, so I left.” I answer, refusing to elaborate.

“My cousin is so dense.” Madge huffs. “See you in a few days!!”

“See you then! Don't blind anyone with that new ring of yours!” I tease.

Madge laughs. “I can't help it if I do! See ya.”

I make plans with Rue and shut my phone off again.

Rue and I meet up at the indoor rock wall, we try to do this once a month. It's a great work out and we both really like to climb, a hobby I haven't been able to share with anyone else.

“Katniss, I'm just so surprised that you'll fight for everyone else you love but, when it comes to your own desires, you give up so easily.”

“I don't know, Rue. What do I know about what I want anyway?” I shrug and climb on.

“You know you want to make it up the top before I do!” Rue says playfully as she gains the lead up the rock wall.

We laugh and continue vertically. Rue makes it to the top with a grin.

“All right! Lunch is on me next month,” I tell Rue as we're lowered to the ground by rope and harness.

After Rue and I have stretched out, rehydrated, talked and laughed, we part ways and I head back to my apartment. I find Annie and Joanna deep in conversation.

“Katniss, we need to talk about you and Peeta.” Annie says seriously.

I shrug and take a deeper breath. Then I find a spot in the chair facing two if my closest friends.

“I think I have an idea of what happened, but will you fill us in?” Joanna asks me.

I scowl and nod.

“I told him I wanted to stay with him, that I wanted to be with him.” I take another shaky breath, chew my lip.

I'm met with surprised and confused expressions on my friends’ faces.

“Wow, you did?” Jo asks.

I nod.

“I'm proud of you, for one, that must have been hard,” my roommate commends me.

“But then, why are you here?” Annie asks.

“It wasn't real for him. He-he-he told me he didn't want me to stay over New Year's. That he didn't want me.” It all tumbles out, the lump in my throat grows and I take deep breaths trying to keep my emotions inside.

“Katniss, he's been talking to Finnick. He’s acting wounded, as if you two broke up. I don't know why he pushed you away. You need to talk to Peeta,” Annie states.

I shake my head no. “He already made a choice, what good would it do?” I ask Annie.

“Maybe he didn't hear right, Brainless. You said yourself that his emotions were high after his dad's accident. I don't blame you for bolting, but at least open the lines of communication?” Johanna points to my phone that remains shut off.

“Look, you may have been faking in the beginning, but what I saw at the Mellark party was very real, for both of you,” Annie insists.

There's a knock on the door. I look at Jo, wondering if she's invited anyone. She frowns and shrugs. Annie replies with a similar shrug.

I'm greeted at the door with deep blue eyes and a tousled mop of blonde hair.

Peeta.

CH 7

With a tired, weary look on his face, Peeta hands me a bouquet of wildflowers and a paper bag. “Hi, can we talk?”

I bite my lip and nod.

Annie and Joanna mumble something about being hungry and they head out quickly.

I try to keep my nerves from showing, but I don't want to scowl either so I decide a distraction might be best.

I place the flowers in a vase.

Out of the bag, Peeta pulls out wine and cookies for us. I pour each of us a glass of wine and place them on the coffee table.

I can't help the smile the spreads on my face.

Peeta brought over things that are just “us.”

Finally we're seated for a conversation.

“How's your dad?” I ask.

“Better. Much better.” He pauses and takes a nervous breath before asking, “Katniss, why did you leave early?”

I make eye contact with Peeta then, looking at my glass, I down the whole thing and pour myself another.

Okay, now I'm ready for this conversation.

“It was real for me, Peeta, and you rejected me. I just needed a little time to bounce back. Don't look at me like that, you don't need to soften the blow okay?” I take another sip.

“WHAT?!” Peeta looks confused.

“I don't know when it happened, but it became real for me. I wasn't pretending. I thought it was changing for you too. Christmas was just. Wow.” I sigh, then shake my head to clear my thoughts.

“It hurt to be rejected. Why are you surprised by this?” I ask, drawing even more confusion between us.

He reaches for my hand and pulls me closer. I flinch, but I can't escape his gaze, or that look in his eyes. It's mesmerizing.

“When I hear your phone call, I thought... Well, I heard you say we were ‘just friends, that's it.’ I didn't really listen to anything else after that.” He's looking down now, sorrowful.

I remember saying that to Johanna, out of context that sounds cold.

His hand clasps mine tighter.

“So, when I said ‘I want to be with you?” I ask, sceptical.

“It didn't even register. God, Katniss, when you left, I just felt a hole in my heart. Then my dad told me what he heard. Your whole phone call. I didn't realize… I just didn't...” Peeta rubs his face and tries to organize his thoughts.

“First of all, you met my parents? I didn't have the greatest example of a fulfilling relationship growing up. I didn't know it could be that great. Dating you, having you as mine, even just for pretend was the greatest relationship I've ever had. You're smart, funny, sexy as hell, and we work so well together. I didn't think I deserved you. I didn't think I could have such a great match for me. Rye talked some sense into me. He explained that it was us together that made this amazing. That we're two pieces of a puzzle that fit together.” Peeta explains.

I'm listening very intently with every word, until he mentions puzzle pieces and my thoughts turn less innocent. Focus.

He smirks and leans in to whisper. “That I was an idiot, and I was denying both of us something amazing, but being stubborn and wounded wasn't doing either of us any good.”

I just stare, unable to speak.

Peeta brushes some hair out of my eyes and smiles. “I think I knew after our very first kiss. I was scared to fall so hard, tried to bury my feelings. I thought you were better off with someone else. I didn't know what it meant for you. When I saw you in college at Gale’s party I thought maybe that was my second chance, you know? After the pictures of us were floating around, I saw the look on your face, embarrassment. I thought I really screwed up, so I gave you space. Being your friend was safer.”

Peeta pulls me closer with a serious look on his face. “But now,” he continues with a lower raspy voice, “I can't let this, us, go. Not this time. I think I'm in love with you, Katniss Everdeen,” Peeta whispers.

Then, as if he can't hold back any longer, he leans in to take my breath away in a fiery kiss.

I lean in for another.

Peeta pulls away and looks scared. He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “I want always, Katniss. I want a future with you. You're it for me. If you don't think... If you don't feel the same… It might destroy me.” He looks down and sighs.

The past week flashes in my mind. The look in his eyes while we were ice skating. Hugging shirtless Peeta after the cocoa spilled. The longing for his kiss I felt after our snowball fight. Peeta's hand in mine as he gripped it for strength at the party. The way he held me after I broke down crying after missing my father. All our laughter. All the games. The antics. The longing I felt for Peeta Mellark when I thought I had lost him.

Rye’s words echo “I love her, I want her, and I need her. For the rest of my life. Always.” And “It’s in all the little things you aren't saying.”

Am I already there?

“Take some time to think about it?” He asks.

I nod.

Peeta stands and walks away.

For one heartbreaking instant, I think he's going to leave, but instead he walks to the brown bag he brought.

“In the meantime, grab your swimsuit, Everdeen.” Peeta gives me a mischievous look, before pulling two super soakers and swim trunks out of the bag.

“I checked, the pool is open. We're going swimming!” He grins and pushes me to the bedroom, and heads to my bathroom to change.

In my head, I replay every teenage fantasy of Peeta I ever had as I rifle through my clothes.

“There it is!” I say to myself.

I step out of my bedroom wearing my hunter green bikini, a different one than what I wore in my youth, but the sentiment remains. I barely have the door shut before Peeta pins me to the door and kisses me with such intensity that I'm dizzy.

Then, he hands me a super soaker and links our hands as if he didn't just blow my mind.

The grin on my face can't be contained.

As we walk through the hall to the pool, towels and his own super soaker in his other hand, Peeta asks “So would this be our second or third date?” Smiling at me, eyes twinkling.

I try minimize the blush on my face.

“Well, if ice skating was our first date, then would the party be our second date?” I ask, squinting at him.

“Hmm, seems lousy. What about Christmas, was that a date?” He says, kind of proud of himself.

“Well, with how the evening went, it kind of felt like a date.” I wink at him with a grin.

“So, this could be considered our third date then? Interesting.” Peeta says wiggling his raised eyebrows, as he playfully bumps my hip. We've reached the pool yet Peeta's eyes rove up and down my suit.

I can't hold back my laughter.

“Cool it lover boy.” I turn my water gun on him and squirt him square in the chest.

Peeta unleashes his own super soaker and it’s war. We laugh and chase, and dodge. I drop the water gun and attempt to wrestle Peeta into the pool, but he's a worthy opponent. Peeta has me wet in under a minute.

When we come up for air, my arms are wrapped around his neck. I can't take my eyes off this beautiful man.

I rest my forehead on his. Peeta plays with the end of my braid as we wade in the shallow end.

I'm brought back to the first time we found each other like this; dazed teenagers in Madge's pool.

“You might think I'm pushing this too fast, but we've known each other since we were kids. I think I fell for you that summer before College. Imagining my future without you, Katniss, is devastating.”

He paused thoughtfully, stroking my back gently. “You're going to see that a long term committed relationship is exactly what you want, and that we're better together. Once you realize that, I'm never letting you go and I'm going to marry the shi--,” I cover his mouth with my fingers.

“Shhhh. Peeta, I think I'm already there.” I stop Peeta's rambling. He nips at my fingers playfully, then his eyes widen and his jaw drops.

“It was Rye, actually. Hell, we need to give him a gift basket or something… Anyway, I was talking to your favorite brother and he told me about his own decision to marry Lila. How the look on my face said everything. He was right. Peeta, I'm in love with you. I-I never thought I wanted those things, but I want always with you.” I look at him seriously cupping his cheeks in my hands.

Peeta just stares back in disbelief, smiling as if I've given him the very sun.

When he kisses me I hope he never stops.

Somehow, we've made it to my bedroom. I'm dizzy with the hum of my body’s response to Peeta's kisses.

“When I first saw you in a swimsuit I wanted to touch you like this,” I murmur my confession.

I can't keep my hands from roving over every inch of his broad chest, muscular sculpted back, rippling abs. This gorgeous man is in a swimsuit in my bedroom.

“You have no idea how many fantasies I had of you like this in that bikini in my bed,” Peeta pants in my ear. The low husky tone his voice has taken does delicious things below my swimsuit bottoms. His hands are exploring me also, but some of it doesn't register.

I'm so excited by every inch of Peeta I can see. My fingers inch their way down his rippling abs, past the V of is torso to the waistband of his swimsuit and I tease the sensitive skin just inside while I suck Peeta's neck. I'm following this happy trail.

Hearing him sigh and pant in anticipation drives me wild.

I find his lips because I just crave his mouth on mine. Tongues collide and dance.

Peeta turns us over and his kisses trail down my neck and collarbone. I'm so delirious with the sensation I don’t realize my top being untied until I feel lips trailing to suck my nipple.

“Ah, they're perfect, Katniss!” Peeta whispers against my skin.

The panting and moaning that follow the sensation are so involuntary they don’t even sound like me. I didn't know I could make such a guttural noise. I am deliciously turned on and aware of every movement of Peeta's body on mine. My legs wrap around his waist in search of friction, more of… something.

I can't get enough of Peeta. I'm starving for him.

My hands find his muscular round legs and wander upward. He's so manly and chiseled.

Normally, I'm much more vulnerable and self conscious with my body, but I'm so overcome with wanting Peeta that it doesn't even concern me.

Finally, I can't handle how much I want him. I rip down his swim trunks. Little peeta springs fourth and he is glorious. The sight of Peeta naked takes my breath away. Clearly I had been drinking too much on Christmas to appreciate this masterpiece before me. My mouth waters.

I think I startle him with my aggression, because he's looking at me with raised eyebrows, jaw hanging, as I rid him of his suit.

I tease and kiss a trail up each thigh until I just can't take the anticipation of making Peeta moan. With the first swip of my tongue all the way up, Peeta’s breath hitches. I make eye contact as I continue to lick and suck. His eyes wide and dilated. Deep blue pools of desire. This man is SO sexy. I speed up my ministrations.

Peeta is panting and moaning something like my name. He pulls one of my legs, spinning me in a circle. I squeak and readjust. I realize the purpose of this when I feel Peeta’s magical hands trailing up my legs to my hot core, rubbing my slick folds and teasing me until hot kisses roam up my legs.

I stop my movements to catch my breath only to have it stolen away by Peeta's tongue lapping up my folds before plunging into my center. I moan and hum deep in my throat, my mouth waters, I suck and bob, teasing and “giggling his bells.”

Continuing my mission of blowing Peeta's... mind.

“Ooooooh, Katniss!” Might be the sweetest words of pleasure, stirring me to the very core. I'm shaking.

This isn't going to take much longer for either or us. The pressure Peeta adds, along with his moaning, sends me over the edge, reeling with waves of pleasure. I swallow as Peeta shouts. With the stars behind my eyelids, Peeta's blinding smile and blue eyes flash. Tears come to my eyes as I sing Peeta's name.

He lifts me into his arms and holds me tight while I catch my breath. Gentle kisses on my neck are accompanied with words of affection and adoration.

Our eyes meet, and I see the most intense look of love reflected in Peeta's eyes. As if to confirm that what I'm reading in his eyes is true, he kisses me passionately, pouring out the love he feels with a pressure and intensity that leave me dizzy.

His hands and eyes continue to explore and study my every curve and dip.

“God, I didn't know I could feel like this. Katniss, you're amazing!” Peeta whispers.

“Takes two to tango. Do you know how sexy you are?” My voice comes out more raspy then I expected. I smile and play with his hair.

He shakes his head and grins, eyes twinkling, like a boy who just opened his Christmas presents.

His hands are wondering between my legs again. When my breath hitches, he studies my face. Asking permission. “We can stop here if you want.” he whispers, trailing kisses down my neck.

I smile and shake my had no, I don't want to stop. With a mischievous look, I do my best imitation of his own smirk, I tell Peeta “The only sleigh I'll be riding is--,”

I'm cut off by his lips. We're laughing between kisses.

A brief contraception conversation settles it.

Our other encounters have been rushed and lustful. This is more meaningful and vulnerable. I bite my lower lip, our eyes connect and say all the little things we mean to each other without words. This is love.

Peeta leans up to capture my lips. Electric surges through my whole body from where our lips connect. His eyes widen. He felt it too. I settle myself over him and spread my legs. Peeta gets that smoldering look. The crackle in the air is electric. Anticipation.

As if something has snapped, Peeta is all over me. Igniting me. With every touch, every caress, it's as if sparks fly. A smoldering fire builds. I fist Peeta, aline us and slink down. With our first connection my breath is taken away. Peeta's deep voice moaning my name sends a buzz through me that makes me dizzy. Our movements build. It's a blur of rhythmic rocking, waves of ecstasy, moans and sighs. I can't even focus on just one sensation.

The things Peeta's body can do!

Our loving making is passionate and consuming. Evoking deeper feelings of love I didn't know I had buried within me. Peeta rocks my world again, buried deep inside me. The connection felt something like introducing my other half. Feeling a wholeness I can't even describe, leaving me enlightened. The world as I know it has changed.

“I love you.” Peeta whispers in my ear.

After 3 rounds of the best sex of my life, maybe the best the world has ever seen? Peeta and I are emotionally and physically drained. We curl into each other's arms and fall fast asleep.

“Woah, Katniss. Are you doing this in your sleep?” Peeta whispers, amazed and amused.

I open my eyes to find I've been dry humping the man in my bed. Emulating the dream I was having of making love to Peeta.

“Uh, yeah.” I answer, embarrassed as I pull into a more innocent cuddle in Peeta's arms, trying to keep the heat flowing through my body under control.

Peeta seems thrilled. He kisses my cheek and sighs. “Oh no, don't be embarrassed! You're a wild one, Everdeen. I thought I was dreaming.”

We slip back into a blissful sleep.

I wasn't ready to elope like Peeta wanted to, but I understand after everything he went through with Cashmere, and our fake relationship, why Peeta wanted a long term commitment.

On New Year’s Eve, Peeta took me for hot chocolate in town, and we strolled through the displays of ice sculptures carved by local artists. I stopped at a more plain looking one. It was a question, written in cursive on an ice block. Four words.

I smiled. “Peeta look! Someone's going to…”

I turn and find my blue-eyed Peeta, down on one knee, holding his grandmother's pearl ring meant for a very important finger.

With tears in his eyes, he poured out his heart out to me, beautiful words of love, memories and laughter together, words of a future, of always.

I realized he probably already had my heart. From our very first kiss, I was a goner for Peeta Mellark.

Words are Peeta's thing, not mine so, as he waxed poetic, my answer was: “You had me at cookies and super soakers.”

He looked confused, then laughed.

“Is that your way of saying yes?” Peeta’s words are teasing but his eyes are full of hope and apprehension.

I ruined his sweet romantic moment, I had better bring it back. I sigh and pull back the mask of humor I wear as armor.

“I want forever with you Peeta,” I answer surprising myself.

We embraced and kissed passionately.

As Peeta placed the ring on my finger, the crowd I didn't realize had gathered around us started cheering. I tried to ignore a few flashes of cameras --one turned out to be Peeta's that he had Thresh take.

I turn to face the crowd and I’m met with familiar faces. Thresh, Rue and Prim’s smiles first as they were in on the plan. Then my best friend and his beaming new fiance, standing next to my roommate, elbowing Annie who's wiping tears out of her eyes while Peeta's best friend gives a thumbs up with a mile wide grin.

My family is all here to celebrate. We all agree to go to the Hob down the street for soup and sandwiches.

Peeta laces our fingers together and strokes the pearl with the thumb of his other hand. Then, he looks up at me with a smile that makes me go weak in the knees.

The entire world fades away as I'm taken captive by his blue eyes that speak depths of love and years of adventures ahead.

The End. Happy Holidays!

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presumenothing · 7 years ago

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superhero confidential [#4]

[ marvel au ]

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AS THE AVENGERS TAKE TURNS TO explain afterwards, the last part of what I saw earlier is the latest in their attempts to figure out ways to minimise the collateral damage when they fight.

In this case, it's very much a simulated scenario: Cap and Iron Lady against the remaining three acting as invading hostiles, with the mass of robots standing in for any surrounding civilians.

"It's not the most realistic of situations, of course," says Miyano-san, her expression tight, as she calls up a bank of screens – non-holographic, this time – that show playbacks of their practice fight from various angles. "But we can't level a city every time we do this, and the robots are calibrated to register the equivalent level of damage an average human would sustain."

They spend nearly a full hour picking over the footage and working out ways to cover any gaps. Ran-san remains mostly quiet during this process, which I chalk up to her not actively being in the field as an Avenger, although she does offer suggestions at several points.

Despite their frequent barbs at each other, Miyano-san and Kudo-san actually work surprisingly well together both on and off the battlefield – the playback shows only the rare attack from the other three making it through even with their combined efforts. But, as I gather from the discussion, they're focusing on the big picture, with the end goal of avoiding another inadvertent disaster the next time they fight.

"It's not gonna be easy. Might not even be possible, with the kind of firepower we need ta take down our usual kind of threats," says Hattori-san with uncharacteristic grimness. "But we can't not try."

The sentiment is obviously echoed by the rest, and the mood is still somber when we finally break for dinner.

Kudo-san and Ran-san decide to stay for a quiet night in, while I go with the others to an udon place nearby.

It's my last hour with the Avengers – or so I think, at least. I can't help wondering what's going to come of it.

FOLLOWING THE SHIELD DATA LEAK ONLINE, several dedicated dataminers tracked down footage from the past decade – down to shaky handphone video from several major earthquakes – that show the recognisable silhouette of a winged figure swooping down to the literal rescue.

This is, of course, offset by the recent Vine clip of the very same figure rescuing a litter of kittens stuck improbably high up in a tree too withered to climb in an area too densely-packed for a firetruck ladder.

"Not everything is about saving the world, ya know?" was Hattori-san's statement on the viral video when it was brought up at a press conference.

"At least I can say I did it for the Vine," he adds now, when I ask him about it as we're waiting for our noodles.

"And the kittens," says Toyama-san, before dropping to a stage whisper. "He got so attached to them that he cried when we had to give them away."

"Did n– I almost cried. Only almost," he emphasises.

Toyama-san pats him on the shoulder, commiserating. "Of course. They were very cute kittens."

"With very sharp claws, as well." Miyano-san's words are, perhaps predictably enough, completely unsympathetic – at least, if one forgets about the considerable number of animal shelter fundraisers that Iron Lady has put in appearances at, over many other worthwhile causes. "Perhaps I should start billing you for suit repairs in these events?"

"Or build in a collapsible cat carrier," chimes in Toyama-san.

Hattori-san makes a wounded noise of apparent offense – but fortunately for the tattered shreds of his dignity, our food chooses that moment to arrive.

Which brings us to the next part of the entertainment for this evening.

WE'RE HALFWAY THROUGH WHAT CLEARLY feels like a oft-repeated spiel from Hattori-kun on the superiority of udon soup in Kansai when someone reaches out to tap on Toyama-san's shoulder.

"Your black jacket's on the back of my couch," she says without looking up from her noodles, as I do a double-take at the newcomer's uncanny resemblance to one Kudo Shinichi.

Not-Kudo-san – who I'm belatedly realising must be Kuroba Kaito, codename Hawkeye, designated archer of the original group of Avengers – pulls a face. "Darn. I was wondering where I'd left it. And can't you even let me sneak up on you once?"

"Nope!" Toyama-san answers cheerfully, glancing up only to bat her eyelashes at him. "I think not stabbing ya when ya try it is good enough, don't ya think? And stop leavin' your clothes at my place, jeez."

"Well, I can't help that we both wear black, it's confusing!" Kuroba-san waves as if he's just noticed me, although I highly doubt that's the case. "Hi, don't mind me, I'm not Cap – "

"Not what you try to convince half the people we meet of," Miyano-san remarks with a raised eyebrow.

"Ain't my fault if they don't watch the news, y'know." Kuroba-san shrugs, already turning to leave, though he pauses to tug at the bow in Toyama-san's ponytail. "Don't wait up for me, honey!"

She slaps at his hands irritably. "Ya mean I'd better not see yer ugly mug before midnight, Kuroba!"

"I'm not Cinderella!" he retorts over one shoulder. "And I'll tell Kudo that you said his face was ugly!"

"What, so he can agree?" she snipes back.

The sheer and obvious familiarity of this routine makes me flick my gaze over to my other dinner companions quickly with an unspoken question: are they – ?

Miyano-san rolls her eyes in response. "No, they're just always like this. Apparently normal methods of communication are too much to ask for, around here."

"Rich of ya of all people to talk, neechan," says Hattori-san. "But yeah, lotsa people who meet them make the same mistake. They're certainly idiot enough to match, anyhow."

"People, ya say?" repeats Toyama-san, with sudden glee.

"Shut up," mutters Hattori-san in retaliation, visibly reddening even under his dark skin.

My reporter senses pick up a definite story there, but before I can poke around any further there's a sudden scream from outside the restaurant.

There's what seems like a collective sigh across the table, but barely any hesitation to match.

"Go, we'll cover the bill and find ya later," says Toyama-san with a wave, though Hattori-san's already half on his feet before she's finished.

He runs off at a fast clip, catching the attention of other patrons and leaving me to stare at the remaining two at the table with confusion. "What – ?"

"Remember the weird stuff I told ya about this morning?" Toyama-san says with a slight wince. "Yeah, something like that."

It seems that I'm getting an answer to the question I didn't ask, after all.

"We'll head over in ten minutes. People tend to freak out when too many Avengers arrive at the same time, for some reason," Miyano-san adds, voice glacier dry with irony.

"Means there's still time for dessert?" Toyama-san declares hopefully.

BY THE TIME I ARRIVE alongside the remaining two Avengers, we find Hattori-san deep in conversation with Kudo-san, and officers from Beika's Division One already corralling the gathering crowd at the scene. The portly figure of inspector Megure Juzo is visible behind a cordon of police tape, alongside several of his senior detectives.

"Looks pretty serious," Toyama-san observes in an undertone. It's easy to forget how distinctive the Osakan accent she shares with Hattori-san is until it drops away, leaving her to sound just like any other Tokyo native.

"Double homicide, it seems." Beside me, Miyano-san has her handphone out, and is flicking between screens – SNS feeds and others that pass too quickly for me to catch. "I'll notify the others, you go ahead."

Toyama-san tugs the hood of her dark grey jacket up, and slips into the crowd with barely a nod.

The Avengers do indeed have a protocol for such events, it seems. I probably shouldn't be surprised about any of this – but I am, nevertheless.

Miyano-san finishes tapping out one last message on her phone and looks up, eyes narrowing as she glances around. I wonder what she sees.

I wonder what each of them see, really.

More than any other of today's encounters (planned or unplanned) this last incident is what firmly brings home the reality of the people behind the heroes. That they chose the lives they lead now has made as much of a difference to us as to them, and it is a decision deserving of credit where it is due, much as that seems to be forgotten of late.

IT'S JUST OVER TWO HOURS LATER when the case gets resolved. I stay with Miyano-san on the periphery of the crowd for the most of it, having declined her offer to have someone bring my car around from the Tower. There's a dicey moment when the final suspect tries to make a run for it, but a swift cement-breaking kick of a trashcan lid right into his path quickly dissuades that notion.

Toyama-san reappears from seemingly nowhere soon after, the two apparent detectives following along in her wake. The intent seriousness from earlier has dissipated, leaving what could've just as easily been a group of old friends out for a late-night outing in the hubbub of Tokyo.

Kudo-san, I learn, had literally just stepped out from the Tower to buy a pint of ice-cream.

"It's statistically improbable, yeah, running into a murder on your grocery run," he agrees, wincing, as we wait for our respective elevators.

Hattori-san loops a friendly arm around his shoulder. "No one introduce ya to online shopping yet, Kudo? Delivers right to yer doorstep."

"Looks who's calling the kettle black," Kudo-san mutters with a snort. "At least it wasn't another alien incident this time."

"Or an actual skeleton horde, of course," says Hattori-san.

There's a collective groan from all the assembled Avengers.

"Catnip. In your suit lining," I hear Miyano-san warn in a distinctly menacing voice, followed by Toyama-san's "I'll take the video!" in jarringly cheerful tones.

Hattori-san gulps nervously just as the elevator door closes.

It's a memorable end to my day with the Avengers, all told.

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#detective conan #hattori heiji #toyama kazuha #miyano shiho #kuroba kaito #kudo shinichi #fanfiction #mine #marvel au #i know literally no one cares a damn about this part but i gotta..... finish it #it shall be done

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exorcist-imagines · 8 years ago

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How would every one including angel and Mephisto react to rin getting high on catnip and doing all this crazy stuff like going out to on campus slapping every one he sees or running in to walls

Not gonna put gifs on this one cause boy howdy that would take awhile, also I am super sorry it took so long to do this! And I also apologize if it is crappy, I kinda feel like it is....

Yukio

He would be confused and ticked

He would flip out on Rin

Calls him an idiot

Hopes he gets hurt so at least he will learn his lesson

Shima

He would find the whole things to be way hilarious

He will videotape all he can

Loves it

Unable to stop from laughing the entire day

Uses the videos as black mail in the future

Bon

His initial reaction will be to call Rin an idiot

Then he will just shake his head and laugh

Makes sure Rin doesn’t do anything toooo stupid

He will yell at him afterwards though

Miwa

He would have no idea what to do

Be kinda terrified

Worried about Rin

Also about what could happen

Worry wort indeed

Shiemi

Super worried

Mini heart attack

Tries to get Rin to stop

Panics quite a bit

Keeps an eye on Rin all day even if he slaps her

Izumo

Just thinks Rin is being an idiot

If he does anything to interfere with her she will slap him

Call him stupid when he is better

Couldn’t careless what he does

Will mind her own business, but maybe laugh a litte

Amaimon

He will be super confused

Doesn’t understand why Rin is like that

Will ask Mephisto about it

If Rin slaps him he will not hesitate to fight him

Wont care if Rin gets hurt

Angel

Just amazed at the lack of intelligence

How can Rin be so stupid

He will definitely tell the Vatican

Be super ticked off

Try to get Rin in all kinds of trouble

Shura

Oh boy she will get a good laugh out of it

Wont see it as much of an issue

Hopes she gets a video of it honestly

She knows he will be regretting it when it is over

She will make him feel kinda dumb about it too

More like a “fricked up didn’t ya? not gonna do it again right, if ya do I will kick you butt into next week”

Mephisto

He will seriously love it

Makes sure he gets videos

He will never let Rin live It down

Constantly be teasing Rin about it afterwards

Purposefully will try to do it again

Did I get everyone???? If not please let me know and I shall do em for ya <3

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candy-corps · 8 years ago

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Conversation at Dusk

Jess belongs to @mygardenofmuses

Curled up on her bed, Jess was listening to the radio. Listening to James Blunt’s song probably wasn’t the best thing to do given her state, but it was lovely to imagine someone whispering ‘You’re beautiful’ to her. However, her daydreaming was interrupted when someone knocked on the door.

“Knock knock… Hey sweetie, how are you? Feel up to get up?” Grace asked kindly, knocking on the door and peeking inside.

“Mmmh…” Jess rolled up lazily to look at her. “What’s up, Mom?”

“Damien sent me a text. He asks if he can come here. Wanna see him?”

A light blush covered her cheeks. Bernadette had told her that Damien had been the one saving her. She had wanted to see him for a while now, but never knew when it would be the right moment to do so. Now she’d have a chance to thank him.

“Sure! Lemme get dressed. He can come in anytime.”

Leaving Jess to dress up, Grace went to open the door. But she didn’t expect to see what she saw when she opened it.

“Wow, Damien, you are fast! Didn’t expect you to arrive so soon! Please, come in! Jess is dressing up… Do you want some cookies?”

“I brought … cake actually” he replied, lifting the box up he carried. They already made the cake - he sure won’t return with it and meant to leave it here in case Jess wasn’t up for a visit … but he didn’t expect her mom to open up this soon. He meant to make it look all casual that he arrives this fast - well damn.

“Dad insisted. he says thanks for driving me.” Awkward. He reached the box to Grace, not wanting to carry it any longer.

“Cake? Aww, aren’t ya the sweetest charmer. Thank you so much!” Grace stopped herself from pinching his cheek, she knew kids nowadays didn’t like those things. She picked up the cake instead, and beckoned him to come inside. “Could you close the door after us? And it’s all good. I’m always up to give a ride to Jess’s friends.”

Jess left her bedroom right then, stretching and yawning. She was wearing a pink T-shirt, shorts and sandals. “Mom, did Damien say when was going to - OH.” she just stopped when she saw him. “Damien…!!”

She ran to him and opened her arms for a hug, but stopped herself in the last second. “C-can I give you a hug?”

How was he supposed to - “No … ” Fuck. Gah. He was about to walk right away back out of there, but he got himself together. It was good to see Jess in one piece.

“Hi.” Hands still raised like she was about to shoot him instead to greet, Damien smirked nervously. Something was different though, wasn’t it. “You - Your hair looks … off.”

“Oh…” Jess’s arms dropped. She craved for hugs, but Damien just wasn’t into those things, now she remembered. She was about to say something more, when he mentioned her hair. She blushed a lot.

“Yeah… I got a haircut. Bernie told me I’d feel better… If anything, my head is a little lighter.” she steeped back, taking a welcoming approach. “Do you want to take a seat? Probably you’ve got a lot of questions…”

“Looks nice. I don’t know … ” he looked to the direction of the living room, but the tv was playing. Maybe her mother wanted some quiet. But he also didn’t really want to sit in her room. The pink hurt his eyes.

“Just one, actually … “

“Y-you think so? Thanks…” Jess blushed even more. He was the first boy his age complimenting her new hairdo. It made her feel pretty, even if it was just for a moment. “What’s the question?

“Mmmrow.”

Elton came behind Damien and began to rub his tail around his legs. Jess couldn’t help but giggle. “He likes you.”

Grace had carried the cake to the kitchen. She peeked from the kitchen’s door, with two dishes with slices of cake. “Jess, why don’t you take Damien to the rooftop garden? Today we’ve got such a lovely evening. Here.” she handed them the dishes. “I’m sure you two will be more comfy talking there. I think Damien hasn’t seen our rooftop harden yet, right?” She looked back at Damien, smiling. “You should see it, Damien. It’s beautiful!”

“OK; OK, we got it.” Jess chuckled briefly and looked at him. “Do you want to go talk there, Damien?”

“Oh, I’d like to see it.” One could see over the city for sure, and he liked being outside. “Can Elton come, too?” he wondered, already squatting down so he could pet him. He adopted Dae’s habit to take catnip with him when he was out, just for the case that he found a stray cat. His hands must smell like it now. That, or Elton was just that kind of cat.

“I’ll ask you outside” he decided, talking to Jess. In front of her mom it was a bit weird.

“Sure thing. Elton is happy going wherever I go as long as we don’t leave the building. He’s a housecat.” Jess smiled and beckoned him and Elton to follow her outside. “And sure, you can ask me anything once we’re there.”

Using the keys, Jess had no problems into leading him through the corrdors and stairs separating them from the rooftop garden. She pushed the door, which revealed a beautiful view of the city. She was no longer wearing her banadages, and some scars from her accident were still noticeable.

Leaving her dish on the table, she picked up a chair and took a seat. There were four chairs in total, Damien and the cat could sit anywhere. However, Elton preferred to jump on her lap and snuggle with her, giving Damien a curious look.

“So, would you like to know?” Jess asked, curious.

Yeah, in a second. Still carrying his plate with cake, Damien took in the view at first. Seeing a little patch of green wasn’t as common anymore, not since autumn arrived, it was. And it was cool to see the city from up here. The building was one of the highest there were.

“Oh just … “ Right, topic. Finally, he took seat opposite her, and put his plate on the table. It was raspberry cake with vanilla, nothing really over the top; additional marmalade layers and decoration not counted. His dad made him help, but seemed baking wasn’t one of his strength’s yet, so the cream on top wasn’t all even. It bugged him now that he was looking again.

“I just wonder, how you are doing. Can you go out yet?” he asked, glancing back up at her. She seemed to be able to walk alright and except from some scratches, she looked kinda okay. It would still be a relief to hear her say it out loud though.

Jess had been about to start eating, when that question made her leave the spoon on the table. She hugged herself, hoping she could find the right words for a question whose answer wasn′t easy.

“I can go out… But I’m afraid of doing it alone.” she confessed, a little nervous. “The doctors, the psychologist… all them agree in the fact that I have a illness called derealization. Under too much pressure, or stress, I lose connection with reality. This might seem weird but… it’s actually very dangerous. It’s the reason I ended at the bottom of that cliff that night.”

She looked up to him. “Last time I talked with my doctors, they told me that they see me well enough to go back to school when classes start. But I’m a little anxious. I’ll have to be there on my own… Do you know if the other kids are angry at me? They probably are…. aren’t they? I… I ended ruining the camp, even if I didn’t mean to…” she hugged her own legs and hid her face on her knees.

She knew neither Amil or Bernadette were angry at her. And she felt that Tom wasn’t angry either, but still… “I’m so embarrassed…”

“I made you cake” Damien pointed out. She wasn’t looking at him pointing at it, so he dropped his hand again, but … he didn’t know if he was angry, or amused. “That means … I’m not angry.” Matter of fact. Not for ending the camp, at least.

“And I can beat everyone up who’s angry” he found, leaning back in his chair. He didn’t know anyone who was, but when he found out, they were done for.

Jess beamed at his comments. Truly Damien had a gift to make her smile, no matter how ugly things seemed to be. “You’re right… lemme try the cake…” She petted Elton, encouraging him to jump out of her lap. The cat jumped over the table, then onto Damien’s lap - a sign of comfort and trust.

The girl put a big spoonful of cake of her mouth, and the sweetness of it made her eyes sparkly like stars for a moment. “Gosh this is SO good, you’ve outdone yourself…!” she swallowed it, just in time to process what he just had said. Her cheeks turned crimson red.

Damien would be willing to get into fights… for her? That was… something flattering. She never had met a boy willing to punch someone for her.

“Thank you, Damien… That means a lot to me, really.” she whispered, looking down for a moment. “To be honest… I don’t know what will happen to me when classes start. Bernie promised me she’ll try to stay close to me as much as possible so I’m not alone… But she can’t be taking care of me all the time. She’s in high school now, after all… I’m scared.”

“I see your problem” he admit. When she was too nervous, she’d wander off. True, chances were slim she’d fall in another cliff now that they were back to the city, but when she walked on a street in that state, ignoring traffic lights …

No. He cut a small piece of cake off with the fork, thinking.

“They all gotta know.” He didn’t see another way around it. He skipped classes at times, and Bernadette couldn’t stay with her all day long either.

“They… who?” Jess asked. “You mean… the teachers? Or all our classmates?” She looked down, biting her bottom lip, thinking about the possible consequences.

“In one hand, it would be good if everyone knew - people could take me and carry me to safety if another of those episodes hits me. But in the other hand… Everyone would think I’m a weirdo. It took me a long time to get rid of the attacks of the bullies… I don’t want to give them food to insult me… Ugh…” she rubbed her own forehead. She just had remembered something.

“I think there’s no way to avoid everyone knowing. My Mom and my psychologist already contacted the school staff. When classes start, the teachers probably will tell to our classmates…” she shook her head. “Guess being normal was never an option anyway. But at least…” she looked up to him, a little hope into her eyes. “Can I still talk to you and Blue? Having you two around would help me a lot…”

Damien tried the cake in the meantime. It actually wasn’t all that sweet; that was good. Baking had been fun, he had to admit. Maybe they could do that again. But Jess was panicking in front of him about something. He looked around, just waiting for her to be done before he elaborated.

“Not all. The others. Tom, Blue, Lucy … Just the ones we were at the camp with. It’s none of the others business“ he found. Seemed like it would just make Jess uncomfortable, too… and stressing her was not what they needed.

He kept explaining. “We can walk you to classes and take turns picking you up or bring back home. This way you will be safe, and no one will notice” he suggested; now resting an elbow on the table while he kept eating. “It’s what people do after spending time in a camp, right? Hang out.” They spend so much time at the camp, their classmates would find it natural they became a closer group of friends. And wasn’t it far from the truth, also. Damien looked up at Jess, a corner of his mouth lifting to the faintest, hopeful smirk.

Jess smiled briefly. How was she so lucky to have someone so smart as a friend? No wonder why he was a hero in training. He had the wits and the strength for such tough job.

“Heh, that is actually brilliant! What a good idea! It could work!” she whispered, before one of the names he mentioned crossed her mind. She let out a worried sigh.

“I don’t know if Lucy will be up for it, though. Many people of the camp contacted me to check if I was alright, either visiting me or sending me texts… But I haven’t heard anything from her since the camp. Though I can’t blame her. I was crazy for her boyfriend, after all…”

Uurgh … He had to talk with her then, did he. “We need her in. Let that be my problem.” He couldn’t just let him, Tom, or Blue walk Jess to the girls room, could he. It was a small miracle it crossed his mind, but … they needed girls.

Besides, he found it more likely that she blamed herself for the accident, like he did before. Or Bernadette, for that matter. He saw it on her face. There must have been a lot of ‘What if I’d been taking better care’ thoughts going on in their group now, but … he might have something for that up his sleeve, too. Nothing he couldn’t handle as long as he could imagine, right?

“…Are you sure?” Jess hugged herself, her nerves growing per second. “What if she hates me? What if she spills the beans to everyone in the school about what happened at the camp? I… I don’t know her well enough what to expect. I’m scared…” Jess covered her mouth with her hands, her body shaking slightly. “

“If only she had tried to contact me I’d know she cares, but… no texts, no calls, no visits - nothing at all. I don’t know what to expect…” Jess looked up to him, biting her bottom lip. “You said it was ‘your problem’… What are you going to do?”

“Talk to her, what did you think” Damien said with a sigh. He also didn’t know her all that good, but she seemed nice from what he’d seen, and he doubted she’d be so mean to do any of what Jess was thinking. “When she tells anyone, it’s because she worries. I think she means you well. It’s just not easy … showing, at times.”

He shifted in his seat and kept a hand on Elton, petting him. He was not all comfortable to talk this open, to be true. He looked aside, at the sun that was setting. Soon his dad could come out and check on them both. He didn’t know yet for his plans tonight, but he hoped he’d learn more about something. He needed more training to keep his calm in dire situations …

“Just call, a text if she doesn’t want to come here… It could have been helpful. It would help me to see things clearer.” Jess shook her head and looked down. “I don’t know anything… I’ve asked Bernadette, and she knows nothing either. Things are so tense… all this silence is awful…”

She curled up and hid her face on her knees again. Jess needed things to be talked openly, because it was the only thing that gave her some comfort right now. When the fear was eating at her like this, sometimes Jess wondered if it would have been better if she had died. She wouldn’t keep being a loose end in the tapestry of life.

“Mhmm … ” Damien hummed and kept eating his cake. Jess was panicking about nothing again. And again, he just waited till she was done, and added something at the end.

“If there way just a way to break the silence” he said, pulling his hand back to dig for his phone, stored in his sweater’s belt pocket. Not like he had Lucy’s number, but Jess might. He laid the phone on the table, right between the two of them.

“Yeah. I can see where are you going. But I don’t have her number. Otherwise, I would have called her long ago.” Jess mumbled, hugging herself. Since Damien wouldn’t hug her, she had to hug herself and imagine someone was holding her.

“My uncle had her number, but since she stopped working for him in the museum, he no longer has it. When people doesn’t talk to him for more than a year, he deletes contacts.” She wouldn’t say it, but her uncle was pretty dissappointed by everything that had happened in the camp, too.

Urgh. Okay then. Damien picked his phone up again, seeing it backfired. “Does she even have your number?” he wondered. “And why does it matter anyway. I didn’t call you. I cared a lo - … … ”

He crossed his arms and looked aside, sorry for Elton, but it couldn’t be helped. He nearly said he cared - obviously, he stayed for too long.

“I minded.” Good save.

He CARED. He cared a lot. Maybe he had stopped himself from saying it but Jess had heard enough to complete the phrase in her head. And to her, to listen Damien saying such thing meant the world to her. It was exactly what she needed right now.

A crimson blush spread on her cheeks, giving them the color they had missed during the season. Jess joined her hands before her chest. Caring, minding… It didn’t matter what word was used, knowing that her existence mattered to him made her heart swell. Maybe her existence wasn’t so useless. If he cared… Maybe other people really cared, too.

“I… I don’t know if her does… but… Thank you. Thank you for minding. It means a lot, really.”

She searched for something into her pockets. “Could you give me your hand a moment, please?”

What. If anything, Dae crossed his arms tighter, and gave her a look as if she’d bite him when he did like she asked.

Girls. He just said that he cared. It didn’t mean … It didn’t … -

His face felt unhealthy.

Was he… blushing? It was hard to tell given his skin color, but his expression was priceless. Enough to make her smile.

“OK, tough guy, hold on. I just wanted to give you a gift.” she whispered, and took out a small black and silver bracelet from her pocket. It was decorated with small bats and moons.

“It’s a friendship bracelet. I really would have liked to get you something more, since you saved my life… but I wasn’t sure what to get you. Still, I hope you like this. Thank you for everything, Damien.”

Damien opened his mouth, but it still took him a few seconds before he found a fitting reply.

“Um.”

Just that he somehow couldn’t do words. Alert. He looked from the bracelet to Jess, and back, and then again and then his face turned an even darker shade. He didn’t know what had happened to him to turn into an idiot, but he reached for the bracelet to take it on him. He’d wear it on his left wrist, in case he would wear it, and …

Sorry, Elton. Damien shifted back from the table, including his chair, and pulled the sweater he wore over his head. He wanted to have his wings free and, once the sweater lay ruffled up on his lap, curled them around his front and covered his hand holding the bracelet. With no further word, he got up from the table, and was on his way out.

Jess was a little surprised to see Damien reacting in such way. At least he had taken the bracelet… and by his reaction, he was either very thankful, or very embarrassed. Or both things at once. One thing was sure, now she knew for sure that Damien could blush - and it was really adorable.

“Ok, I can tell you need to go home.” she giggled, and followed him. “Are you going back to the apartment? Or going home already? If it’s the latter, you can take the elevator on Harrison’s floor. We don’t need to go back to my home.”

He did hear what Jess said, but he didn’t reply. Other than humming ‘Mhm’ he didn’t say anything until they reached the staircase. There he turned and looked at Jess. His tail hurt from not waving it, but he had to contain himself for now. He didn’t want to look like a dork.

“See you at school?”

“Sure.” Jess smiled, hugging herself. If she hugged him now Damien might just explode, and she didn’t want him to pass out from the shock. But at least she could offer him the same kindness he had offered her.

“I’ll be there. Promise.” she assured him. “Thank you for everything. Take care, Damien!”

“Yeah you - You … too” he muttered, completely ignoring the elevator to take the stairs instead. He didn’t feel like holding still for agonizing 15 seconds until he’d reach the first floor again.

“Cool.” He waved, and then, was on his way, the tap-tap-tap-tap of his feet on the stairs well to hear. He’d send her a message once he was home and maybe work on a plan then, too …

Watching him go, Jess leaned against the wall and let out a short sigh. This had been the most pleasing visit she had received so far, and it looked like Damien liked his bracelet. Smiling quietly to herself, she returned to her apartment and hugged her mother from behind.

“Hey sweetie…” Grace smiled and turned around to hug her back. “Where’s Damien?”

“I think he went home. But it’s all good. I think he liked his bracelet…”

“Heh, I knew he would! Told you so, that bracelet was the most beautiful of all! We still have some time until dinner, so feel free to do whatever you want.”

“OK… thank you Mom.”

Jess went to her bedroom and let herself flop on the bed, hugging her heart cushion. To think she had made Damien blush… She wasn’t sure why, but that made her feel very happy.

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