#cannot wait to see what's next i am so intrigued

[wereh0gz]

Yeah issue 75 was peak but holy shit was that A Lot

[tilleternitydouspart]

Little Bunny Overlord Hopping Through His Forest

In Hell’s social hierarchy, Overlords are above sinners. This is the unspoken rule that has been created since the beginning of hell itself. The elite club run by Carmilla Carmine come together when summoned to discuss and eliminate potential threats to each of the various souls they have all collected.

But a new overlord had been summoned which caused quite a few to turn their heads with confusion…: Y/n L/n The Bunny Overlord.

When heard about the latest member of their elite brand, Many members struggled to contain their laughter….But soon regretted it as a little scarlet red bunny emerged in front of them��..And bared their fangs, Biting off their fingers and ripping the flesh off the others as they hopped right back to their owner.

Only one laugh remained.

Alastor was perhaps the most sadistic of the overlords, Hiding in the shadows to find the most vulnerable souls and crafting the perfect deals to keep a tight hold of them. But who could forget that he held his position by getting rid of his fellow overlords and broadcasting their screams of agony on the radio.

So he was intrigued with this mysterious new overlord who had risen to power in 2 years before he returned. Alastor was pleased as punch when he witnessed the warning that they had brought.

The Bunny Overlord was always listening. 

In the days before the next meeting, Alastor wanted to find out more about the overlord so he sent his shadows to seek out this hidden overlord. Taking a sip of his tea from his radio booth, The shadow returned with an invitation for him, Sinking back behind him as Alastor started to read with a grin on his face.

Dearest Alastor, I am writing to inform you that I request your presence at Bunny Bliss Boutique on 10 Heartbreaker Avenue, Looking forward to your reply! I understand if you are too busy or cannot make it.  Regards Y/n L/n.

Taking a moment to adjust his bowtie, Alastor teleported to the overlord’s location, Smiling as many employees started to move out of his way, Hearing them whisper amongst themselves before going back to work as he made his way towards the front desk.

Alastor: “Hello my dear fellow, I was just in the local neighbourhood when I got this delightful invitation from your employer!, May I enter your charming establishment?”

Secretary: “Please hold on a moment sir”

Taking a moment to look around the building, Alastor noticed various bunnies hopping around, Some were flying, Others were causing objects to float around and one….seemed to be staring at him.

The same one who teared the finger off and hopped off causing the meeting to end early. 

It cautiously approached him, Jumping up onto the desk and sniffing him as Alastor picked the bunny up and held it in his arms as the secretary finished their phone-call.  

Secretary: “Sorry for the hold up sir, Miss Y/n will be waiting for you on the 6th floor in her office”

Alastor smiled, Bowing as he teleported to the 6th floor, Approaching a golden archway as two hellhounds glaring at him before beckoning him to follow. 

As they made their way into the office, Alastor took in the scenery in front of him, A waterfall feature that seemed to endlessly sparkle, A bar station that seemed to rival his own back at the hotel and finally a comfortable living area where several bunnies were watching TV. 

Alastor seemed to realise that it wasn’t a Vox-tech certified television which made him wonder how powerful this overlord was. Realising he was still holding the bunny, Alastor set the bunny down carefully, Watching as the bunny hopped over to a set of pink crystal stairs. 

??: "Miss Y/n?”

Y/n: *Distant* “Yes, What is it?”

??: "The Radio Demon is here to see you” 

Y/n: *Distant* “I’ll be right down!, Tell him to make himself at home!”

The hellhounds left him alone as he wondered over to the living area, Inspecting the Television as some of the bunnies hopped onto him with one landing on his head, Letting out a slight chuckle before noticing several magical trinkets on display.

Y/n: “I see Angelina has taken a shine on you”

Finally he was meeting the bunny overlord, The same overlord who sent one of her own to send a message and….he was speechless Why was he speechless?.

A petite bunny with short blonde hair, Small elegant horns that seemed to endlessly change colours, Her eyes shining with shades of crimson and black staring up at him as she seemed to have a bright smile on her face. 

In that moment as Y/n stood before him in her radiant attire, Draped in a glittered gold and red dress that seemed to defy the boundaries of what fashion could be in Hell, Alastor couldn't deny the aura of playfulness and elegance that surrounded Y/n as Angelina hopped into her arms, Nibbling on her long black lantern sleeves causing her to laugh. 

He was…captivated.

Y/n: “It’s such an honour to finally meet the legendary Radio Demon himself, Your broadcasts are one for the history books”

Alastor: “Well the pleasure is all mine, After all it’s not everyday in hell that I meet such a delightful creature such as yourself”

Taking her hand, He planted a small kiss on her paw, Making her blush as she bowed in front of him, Quickly noticing the remaining bunnies on him.

Y/n: “Girls!, Get off him, Show him some respect, I’m terribly sorry, They always seem to get excited when someone new comes into the office, Shall we continue our conversation upstairs?”

Alastor: "Of course, Lead the way darling”

Heading up the crystal stairs, His eyes seemed to stare at what angel would describe as cute. The dress seemed to cling to her petit figure with a touch of allure in the air, Watching her tail twitch as she gazed back at him.

Y/n: “It’s rude to stare Alastor”

Alastor: “My apologies dear, It seemed my eyes wondered off on their own”

Hearing her laugh sent pleasant shivers down his spine as they headed towards her desk as she held out a chair in front of him, Smiling as he sat down, Playfully chuckling at her as Y/n set down a teacup before sitting down in front of him. 

Y/n: “I’m truly grateful you accepted my invitation so soon Alastor, To be quite frank if I had known you were coming so soon I would have visited Rosie to see what delectables she had to offer”

Alastor: “You know Rosie?, Not many demons have the pleasure of entering Cannibal Town without being swarmed by the hoard of hungry children playing in the streets”

Y/n: “Well, I saved a few of the children from being hurt after their toy wondered into one of my districts and I made sure they got home safe, Well Rosie insisted I stay for a cup of tea and one thing let to another and we became friends” 

Alastor: “Hmm” He took a long sip of his tea as Y/n gazed at her bunnies who had followed her up and started to hop over to her desk.

Y/n: *Sighs* “Look, The reason I asked you here is…um, Is actually for a request”

Placing his cup down on the desk, Alastor smiled, Watching as Y/n gazed down at her lap with his shadow towering over her before being shooed away by Alastor as she finally looked up, Taking a deep breath before…

Y/n: “How did you gain respect?”

The sound of an audience laughing filled the office which included the sound of the Radio Demon himself, Holding himself together as she tried to remain calm but inside felt childish. This was Alastor, The infamous Radio Demon, The man who broadcasted his victims screams of agony for all eternity as a remainder on who they were dealing with.

She had to remain confident in his presence.

Alastor: “Oh, Forgive me my dear but I haven’t had a good laugh like that since the stock market crashed, Oh so many orphans”

Y/n: “..I’ve only been in power for 2 years and only recently have I gotten the ‘overlord’ position and yet… Demons think I’m a joke, A dumb bunny who probably got where I am by ‘sleeping around’ but Alastor..You’re back from being gone for 7 years and yet demons know to respect you!”

Jumping up from her seat with a smile on her face took Alastor for a shock, Her smile..It made something in his dead cold heart beat as she continued to gush about his overlord status before taking a breath, Noticing she was rambling.

Y/n: “What I’m trying to say is…Will you teach me about being an overlord?”

The Radio Demon hummed, Watching her ears twich with anticipation as most of her bunnies surrounded her before noticing the scarlet bunny known as Angelina hopped onto the desk, Sat in front of him and started to widen her eyes, His shadow appearing with a curious expression as Alastor picked up Angelina and walked over to Y/n, Her eyes widening as he bowed to her.

Alastor: “Well my dear, You’ve twisted my arm but being how you’re already the bee’s knees, I’m not quite sure how Hell isn’t fallen for your heavenly charms”

Noticing her blush, Alastor took her paw and lead her towards her balcony, Watching as many demons on the streets below started to gasp and take photos as he picked Y/n up bridal style, Smiling as Y/n could only stare at the large crowd growing down below. 

Y/n: “Umm Alastor?, Forgive me for saying this but…How is this helping me be an overlord?”  

Spinning her around before taking her back in, Alastor set Y/n down aware of her confused expression, Adjusting his bowtie before making a bouquet made of gorgeous white snapdragons appear.

Alastor: “My dear, It is quite simple....and one lesson my darling mother taught me” 

With the help of his shadow, Alastor used his magic to create a small box engraved with a crisscross heart with symbols surrounding it, Grinning up at her.

Alastor: “Always treat your bride with love and respect”

A/n: The ending is horrible I know!! but yeah, I hope you enjoyed this, May make a part 2 in the future!.

[hellfire--cult]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader {Dark}

Part 2: Run, Rabbit, Run {Steddie x Reader}

WC: 13.1 k

⚠️ +18 MDNI, Slightly dark fic due to wickedness of characters, chasing kink, mentions of bones breaking, tendons splitting, dark woods, blood, knife play, explicit sexual scenes, many forms of Paraphilia described inside the story, owning kink, breeding kink, obsession.

Plot: Once a year, the Haunting Ground event takes place, where the prize is a White Rabbit. This year, the head of The Black Dragons decides to finally join the trial, and claim what is rightfully his. No matter who he has to take down for it.

Author's note: Well shit, I just... wanted to write something out of my comfort zone, and well... this happened. If I missed any warnings please say so, but I hope you enjoy this, and if you don't like any of the warnings above, please, don't read. There isn't any gore at all, js. Also, I didn't proofread this. Please SEE THIS ART of how Eddie ACTUALLY looks in this story. Can't thank Corpse enough for it!

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BUNNY, BUNNY, BUNNY

The rules are simple:

1- You must keep running, only hide when threatened.

2- You can hurt your opponent, make them unable to keep moving, but you cannot kill them.

3- No water and no food will be provided.

4- No weapons except makeshift ones you may create with natural materials you find.

5- The chase ends once everyone has tapped out of it or one person was chosen.

6- Medical care will take out injured opponents, as well as waiting outside every exit in the woods.

He looked all around him in the big wide center of the room, a ball room. There was a big buffet, serving various kinds of foods to fill a whole army, as well as drinks, non alcoholic, were being served around. He scanned all around him, looking at the various masks everyone wore.

A wolf.

A fox.

A blank face.

A goat.

A clown.

There were many varieties, many kinds but mostly were in animal masks. Coming to this kind of event was not something he ever thought of doing, at least not by his own accord. But here he was, in a demon mask, a black skull that covered half of his face, with its black horns going up. He stood out, definitely stood out, and he noticed by all the faces turning towards him. 

He was recognizable, his dark hair tied in a bun, his lips under the top sharp teeth of the skull mask, his eyes showing in the holes of the eye sockets, and then, unlike anyone else in the room, he was only wearing a blazer over his torso, leaving his skin exposed. People looked at him as if he were insane for doing this stunt, others thought he was cocky for trying to think he had a chance dressed like that, but others were simply scared of him.

Tonight, his name was Demon.

He glanced around once more to see the many different people he clearly recognized. Sons of rich families, looking for some fun, for some sense of victory that they can just get with daddy’s money. He also recognized the rings of various people that were only hired to enter this competition and win the prize for their boss. And then, there was him. The only Mafia Boss entering the competition, and that’s why everyone was looking at him.

Mafia bosses don’t often do the dirty work unless it’s a very important client, business or victim. In this case, there was a treasure he wanted, something he had been intrigued by ever since it was mentioned to him, and all he had to do was step over everyone else that was standing in this room with him. 

There might be forty people, all waiting for the presentation to finally start. He knew the time to go out was coming close, so they should do it any time soon. A man stood next to him, and he immediately recognized his voice. Carver Jr. Son of the CEO of Kirasoft. Inc. 

“I am telling you, this year she is getting caught, man.” He hears him say to the other guy next to him, who he didn’t recognize, but probably from the same rich kind of family.

“Can’t believe it’s been the same White Rabbit for three years… How did she manage to do it?”

The lights dimmed and he looked up at the ceiling, knowing there was a specific light that was above him, making him visible even in the dim room. He smirked and looked back down towards the stairs that lead down to the ballroom. He sees the man, the man who hosts this event, the man who gets the money of every single person that pays to participate. 

“Welcome to the annual Haunting Ground night.” Claps were heard around Demon, but his hands were kept inside his front pockets as he waited for the man to continue his stupid speech. “Every year we host this marvelous game, in which there is a prize to be won, a marvelous prize.”

The snicker in the man’s face made Demon’s blood boil, as his hands fisted in his pockets. The need to murder him, the need to see his flesh gush out as he talked was increasing, each second it passed. He looked around again, seeing all the women, the men, the people with masks, smiling with confidence towards the stage. 

“Hearing the rules for a third time is quite annoying.” Demon hears a woman talk next to him to another contestant. She had a deer mask on, her whole face covered so he didn’t know who she was, but it didn’t matter, none of the people inside the room mattered, the only one that did was the person in all white that was going to appear at the top of the stairs. 

And no one, absolutely no one, was getting her except him.

“The rules, you all know about them, but I want to remind you about the emergency beeper you all will have in your pocket. If endangered, if in extreme pain, or you just want to tap out of the contest, you press it, and the emergency team will know your location and come get you.” The man says and Demon only rolled his eyes to the sky, knowing he won’t be using it, but actually making other people use it.

The fact that he couldn’t bring any weapons irked him. He always thought things like this would end in blood baths, but they were being pretty humane about this. Yet, he wanted to murder every single person in this room at the moment, because how dare they even try to steal her away from him? Not that he didn’t kill a few past contestants from the past two years. He heard from the men that participated, that some had grabbed the White Rabbit, just by an inch, but a scratch here and there was done to her skin.

Of course he wasn’t going to let them go unharmed for that.

“If you endanger someone to the point of killing them, you will be disqualified and brought to authorities.” Demon scoffed at that. He has the police wrapped around his finger, and there is nothing anyone can do about it, but he will keep his hands to himself, as much as he can, just so he wouldn’t be disqualified from this. 

He could hear the whispers surrounding him, and also knew that they were about him. He was the most dangerous person amongst the people, and if anyone had a gram of brain cells, they would let him get the prize. But of course, he knows many will try to defeat him, try to throw him to the ground, hurt him, because there are also people from families he had destroyed during the years, just like his uncle did in the past. 

Being the nephew of one of the biggest Mafia bosses didn’t mean anything, you weren’t automatically feared or respected just for being a direct link, a family member. You were respected when you were entrusted with the men, the organization and the operations at such a young age, and even more so, when you are not merciful at all, except when needed to. 

Demon never hurt women or children, and the only time he had to kill a woman was because she had backstabbed his uncle, almost to the point of killing him. She was his right hand, but all this time, even if killing for him, she was planning on taking over him, completely over stepping on Demon. He found her taking out her gun when they were in a transaction between crews, and got her in time before she could actually take it out. His uncle fought that she was protecting him, but Demon saw how she was looking at the back of his uncle’s head, right as she got her hand inside her coat. 

She was operating for the other crew they were doing a transaction with.

So of course, Demon immediately took care of it, eliminating her in front of her brother, the other boss that was sitting in front of his uncle, just so that he knows they are not to mess with. And Demon did all that, at the mere age of 17. Now, at 28 years old, he was a man to be feared, respected by many, and to never try to backstab him, in any sort of form or way. 

But three years ago, he got fixated on something, on someone, when he visited the house of the Red Flies, the second most known Mafia family in the eastern states. He knew he was obsessed, he knew that he shouldn’t even try to get her, but he was immediately swept by her presence, by her voice, by her eyes, in a way no one had made him feel before. This only happened when he locked eyes with her, a small smile appearing on her face, and he knew, he immediately knew, that she was meant to be his.

She was going to be his, no matter the cost.

“Everyone, I present to you, the White Rabbit.” 

And there she was, at the top of the staircase, with a spotlight over her head, the white rabbit mask covering half her face, with the ears going up to the ceiling. She was wearing a white short dress that stuck to the body but was loose at the end. Her lips were drawn into a thin line, as everyone was clapping at her, in awe, with desire in their eyes as well as ambition and greediness. 

The reason why everyone wanted the White Rabbit was simple. They were from a high, a very high association, be it a company or a mafia gang, but they wanted out of that. The White Rabbit holds the power of bribery towards bosses, as well as threats and blackmail. More likely daughters and sons that want to destroy their own lineage. 

Many people here knew who the White Rabbit was, but just by name, even if three years had passed. She was never caught, and she never gave herself to anyone because that can also be done. The White Rabbit can willingly choose who to go with if they so desire. And that’s why Demon was with a smile to his face, his jacket still open as he looked at the White Rabbit. She was scanning the room, looking at all the contestants and then, her eyes landed on a torso, her eyes hazing over as she kept staring at his chest.

You see, Demon also possessed that knowledge, and of course, he studied her, knowing more than her name. Over the last three years he had sent his own men to participate in the trial, but with no intention of winning but just to see what the participants did and how she moved in the woods. 

Demon knew her name, how she looked like, the sound of her voice, who her father was, and also, he knows the things she likes, the things she desires, the things that make her tremble, and that’s why he is exposing his torso, and as she kept her eyes on him, a small grin appearing on her face, her tongue licking her bottom lip even slightly as her eyes clouded with pure lust, her mouth watering just at the pure sight of his tattooed chest and even more when he suddenly takes his tongue out, running his tongue piercing all over his top lip.

Stigmatophilia: Sexual Arousal for body modifications, such as piercings or tattoos.

“Always looking like a diamond in the rough.” He heard Carver say, almost a mumble, and Demon’s blood was boiling already. How dare he look at her? How dare he even think he has a chance? How dare he touch or imagine touching something that was his? How fucking dare he even comment on his prize? 

“We all know how this goes. The White Rabbit will have an upper hand of five minutes to infiltrate the woods. Do not, by any means, hurt the White Rabbit. If the White Rabbit is caught, the decision to go with that person for a limited time, or to be completely owned, is up to them.” Demon smirked at those words. There is a contract the White Rabbit has to sign before submitting themselves as the prey. If they decide they want to do a temporary ownership of their body, then the contract is not signed by the captor. But if they do decide for a complete ownership of body and soul, the contract will be signed by both parties, kind of like a marital contract.

This was all in the Mafia organization of course, it’s not legal, but it is something to be respected in between the groups and companies. Demon does not like this idea, because no person should be owned, no person should be held like an animal, no person should be treated like an object. But in the White Rabbit’s eyes, he saw that longing, he saw the need of belonging to someone, of being owned. 

And he was more than happy to oblige.

“Do you think this year is the year? Will she get caught?” He heard the woman next to him, and for the first time in the night, he finally talked, with a gruff voice coming out of his lips.

“She will.”

The people around him all turned with widened eyes, shocked faces behind their masks, as whispers erupted all around them. He was still locking eyes with the White Rabbit, whose smile was still on her lips, almost a snicker, a wicked grin, and he couldn’t wait to start running, he couldn’t wait to start chasing, his body was already trembling at the need of wanting to earn his prize.

“No more food, no more water. The trial starts now… Rabbit… Run.” The host finally said and Demon saw how the light over her head turned off, and in two seconds it lit up again, only for her to be gone. “Get ready and line up to the edge of the woods.”

At his queue everyone started heading out of the ballroom, but Demon just walked, calmly, hands still in his blazer pockets, heading towards the big doors and finally being hit with the wind of the night, the sound of the leaves ruffling all around and the trees merging up in front of him, a sea of trunks and bushes that he will have to run through. 

He stood next to Carver, who was already in a stance of pounce, waiting for the sound of the gun so they could all start running. Demon slowly took off his blazer, throwing it in the ground, revealing his completely tattooed torso, with many ink designs such as dragons, or skulls, or demons, and they go all over his arms and back as well. There are some patches of untouched skin, but overall, he is completely covered in them. 

The many people that stood next to him on each side were looking at him, gulping, except for Carver who simply rolled his eyes at him. Demon looked up at the full moon that was going to help him look through the deep woods, the light that he knew how to follow to keep a steady pace, and the shadows that would help him knock down any person that might come in his way. 

After a minute, he saw the man, the host, walking up on the balcony of the building, his silhouette shining with the moonlight as he raised the flare gun up. Demon took a deep breath in from his nose, getting his hair up in a low ponytail, calmly, as his chest rose and fell with his breaths. His eyes gazed back to the woods, a small grin appearing on his face as he fixed the rings that were on his right hand.

BANG.

His fist immediately collided with Carver’s Jaw, sending him backwards, and the only thing that could be heard was the crack of teeth and a gurgled grunt as he fell to the floor. He quickly turned to grab onto the ponytail of the woman that had screamed at the vicious act, the woman with the deer mask on, pulling her back towards his chest. He wrapped his right hand over the woman’s neck and her hands immediately flew to his forearm, trying to break free.

“Let ME GO!” She yelled with a choke and he scoffed with a roll of his eyes when he raised his left hand up, pressing it at the back of her hand to bend it forward and then with his right arm he started pressing onto the sides of her neck to start cutting her blood flow towards her brain. 

Her body started to go limp and when he felt her arms fall from him, he instantly let go of her, letting her fall to the ground, completely unconscious. He doesn’t hurt women. It will take more time if he does this trick every single time, but even if they try to go after him, he won’t hurt them. Many had already taken off, but some, a very few, stayed to look at what he’s done. 

One by one, they started backing up back into the house as they saw Carver’s mouth going slack as he tried to talk, making Demon turn to throw a wicked grin his way. The blonde man took the beeper out of his pocket and groaned as he pressed the button to finally call assistance. Once Demon heard the beep, he took off running into the woods. 

His blood was pumping with adrenaline, his breathing steady as he rushed by the trees, jumping over boulders, hearing some screams and passing by some men injuring one another. When he arrived at a cleared up area, he stopped running at the sound of some bushes rustling, right next to him, the crack of a twig catching his attention. 

He instantly jumped forward when he saw the bushes finally moving and a man, a bigger man than he is, jumped out of them and onto him, but missed thanks to Demon's premeditated step. The big man steadied himself, wearing a bear mask as he glared at him, a sly smirk on his lips. 

“Well, well, well… Didn’t think the Boss of the Black Dragon would be in a thing like this. Don’t you have many women to choose from?” The Bear chuckled at his words but Demon only grimaced at them. He thinks The White Rabbit can be compared to any woman? To any person? 

“If you want all your limbs in the same place, you would close that mouth of yours.” Demon threatens but Bear only belly laughs at him, shaking his head.

“It’s just you. You know, your uncle really fucked me over with my company.” At those words, Demon could only roll his eyes, not wanting to waste another second in this mindless conversation.

“You probably didn’t pay up in time, or, if I remember correctly, didn’t you kill your wife?” He remembers the deal. This man, and his wife, were going to share half and half of the credit The Black Dragon crew was giving them. The wife asked for a divorce, which would have made the contract void, and the money had to be returned in its entirety to the organization. She had her half untouched, he didn’t. She was going to be free, he wasn’t. 

So in his anger, he killed her, making it seem like suicide to the legal eye, but to the organizations he was seen as a murderer. Now, seeing him in this trial, wanting to get the White Rabbit, Demon felt his blood burning up in anger, because he wasn’t going to let a man like him get her… He wasn’t going to let a man like him get any other woman or person.

“She killed herself. I made that very clear.” The Bear’s face fell, as he clenched his fists next to his hips. Demon knew what was going to happen, so he fixed the bloody rings on his right hand again, his smile spreading knowing it was Carver’s blood. 

“You won’t get her.” Demon says in a dead tone, which the bigger man only chuckled at, unamused, and he took a step forward, and Demon only cracked his neck once. 

“We’ll see about that.” And the first fist was thrown by The Bear, only to be dodged easily by Demon, moving aside. He raised his leg up and immediately hit the bigger man at the right shin with his combat boot. The Bear groaned loudly, turning his whole body to tackle Demon into the ground, his upper body slamming with Demon’s torso, sending him to the floor with the big man on top of him.

He cursed under his breath as the air in his lungs got knocked out slightly thanks to the impact, feeling a sharp sting on his shoulder, making his eyes go wide and groan in pain, looking at the side. The Bear cheated, a small swiss knife now was on Demon’s shoulder, pressed by the man that was on top of him. 

“I see you’re still playing fucking dirty.” Demon almost but snarls at the man on top of him who only laughed out loud and shook his head at the words.

“You don’t get anything in life if you don’t do it my way. My wife knew that, yet, she decided she wanted to fuck me over.” He was laughing, and Demon’s veins were popping out from the anger, from the rage, from the images of this man’s hands over your body, tracing his knife on your skin until he could bury it into the deepest of your gut if you made a wrong move.

His left hand was free to roam, and he grabbed onto a small boulder that was on the floor, immediately clenching his fingers around it to throw his arm up, swinging it towards the man’s head, making him yell in pain as the rock busted his ear and ripped open the skin on his temple. He fell to the side, holding his side of the head in pain while Demon sat up in one quick movement, taking the swiss knife out of his shoulder and throwing it away. Wasting no time, he lunged himself over the other man’s figure.

He was now on top, having won the wrestling match, or the kid fight he just had, and the man below him yelled for mercy, which made Demon only grin wider and wider, knowing that he was a step closer to his prize. In one swift move he pressed his knee against the man’s thigh, while his hand grabbed onto his calf, pulling it upwards, and he just needed one snap, he can at least make it quick for the guy below him.

SNAP. CRACK.

“MY FUCKING LEG!” The Bear yelled below him, only for Demon to scoff at his cries. He stood up and walked off the wailing man who was already taking out his beeper to call for medical care. Demon grabbed onto the beeper, a glare in his eyes as he looked at the man below him.

“After this, you better hide… Because I will kill you.” He threw the beeper far away from The Bear. He would have to crawl with his broken leg to get it, making that task torturous to say the least. 

“P-Please, spare me– This is just a game–” Demon pressed his foot onto the man’s broken leg, and another yell of pain could be heard through the open field. 

“No. You should have noticed that this is not a game to me, and you should have known that messing with me today would be a very bad choice.” He let go of the man, stepping away. The Bear’s face was stained from the tears of pain he was induced to, but Demon could care less. 

The black haired man immediately took off again, running through the bushes as he heard a few screams and yells of victory. His mentality started spiraling as he felt himself growing impatient by how long this was going to take. If he had to take out every single contestant he was going to end up doing a massacre and that was against the rules.

Because he would kill for The White Rabbit.

He was hearing many beeping sounds around him, some grunts and people that were writhing on the ground in pain as he walked by. So many were with broken bones, some had scratches all over their bodies and that’s when he remembered the wound on his shoulder. He looked at it as he walked, moving his shoulder in circles to see if it caused any damage. He scoffed and chuckled as he noticed he could still move his arm freely even if the wound was open. 

The bastard couldn’t even aim a knife right. He didn’t really deserve to live, not if he is going to threaten death right in the face and expect to come out alive from it. That’s what Demon was. Death. Crossing him meant bargaining with life, and backstabbing him with treason meant instant death. He didn’t do most of the dirty work, only when it’s necessary and when he would get pleasure from it, and that man he just fought, he wasn’t going to be killed by a stranger in his organization. Demon was going to cut his head off himself.

He stopped walking when he heard a rustle, but it wasn’t on any of his sides. He turned his body, scanning all over when he heard it again. He smirked as he put his hands in the front of his pockets, his heart beating into his chest from the adrenaline and from the excitement of getting closer and closer to his objective.

“You should come down from the trees.”

A small giggle could be heard from his back as he slowly turned to finally see the person he wanted most climbing down from a tree. Her white dress flowed with some white shorts underneath, but the white was now smudged with some dirt, and some blood as well. Her white ears moved as she tilted her head at him, scanning him all over, her body rocking on the balls of her feet.

“Your ears are very perceptive.” 

 “You’re just too loud.” He says in a low voice, watching the White Rabbit start moving, circling him, with her hands behind her back, swaying her head from side to side as if humming a song. His head followed her, seeing her bare feet covered in mud as the leaves crunched under them. 

“Hmm… Someone got you.” She says, pointing at the wound on his shoulder, in which he simply shrugs as if to show her that he wasn’t fazed by it.

“By playing dirty.” She hummed again as she looked down at the floor, still circling all around him as if inspecting him, scanning him, and her mouth watered at every single patch of skin she saw inked. She was already imagining what his legs looked like, and she was already trembling with the idea of using her nails to give him new scars.

“Are you here to get me?” She asks him, finally stopping right in front of him, just a few feet away, her hands still behind her back with a grin on her face. He took his hands out of his front pockets, letting them hang on his sides.

“To claim you.” She tilted her head at his voice, her smile widening, creepily so, as her eyes glistened with sudden excitement and adrenaline and Demon knew what was coming, because he had studied the White Rabbit after all.

“You’ll have to catch me first.” And she turned on her heel, and sprinted off into the darkness of the woods, and Demon’s teeth showed as his wicked grin grew, and grew.

Autassassinophilia: Sexual arousal when being in a dangerous situation, such as being chased, or wanted for murder.

His feet started working, running forward to where The White Rabbit went, listening to far cries that were deep into the woods, and he wondered just how many other people were left, not that it mattered, because he already won. He knew he already won when he decided to sign up for this trial. He knew he had won the moment he stepped into the ballroom. He knew he had won when she had smiled at him, right at the top of the marbled stairs.

He stopped running when he came into an empty spot, surrounded by trees, looking all around him. His eyes twitched as he tried to listen to the sounds, knowing now that it was just him and her. He was preying on her as much as she was preying on him. He knew she was circling him, his little rabbit, trying to be sneaky, but a twig was heard from his left side and his feet immediately moved to that sound.

Long strides were taken thanks to his long legs, his belt clinking as he ran, going past the trees once again. He ran in between trunks, jumping over the fallen logs, but his eyes sparkled when he heard a giggle from behind him, making him stop in his tracks, turning around rapidly to see her retreating figure, running away from him. A smirk appeared on his lips. She had run past him and he didn’t notice.

He started running after her, deciding to swerve left, going deep into the woods again, no longer following behind her. She kept running, her breathing completely accelerated, her belly turning with anticipation, with adrenaline, with arousal, with desire. Oh, she wanted him. She had waited, and waited. But his footsteps were no longer heard behind her, making the White Rabbit stop, turning around to try to listen to her surroundings.

He wasn’t following her, did she run too fast? Did he lose sight of her? But she was sure she was hearing him behind her, not even five seconds ago. She took one step, then another, passing by a tree but she stopped her movements again, her eyes widening, goosebumps emerging on her skin as she slowly turned her head to see the figure that was just behind the tree, waiting for her.

“Caught you.” 

Demon immediately pounced on her, grabbing onto her shoulders and tackling her to the ground, a crazed smile on his face as she struggled to get free, but it was already done. He was on top of her, his calves over her thighs to pin her down while his hands were on her biceps now, digging deeply, pushing her onto the ground. She was panting heavily as she opened her eyes to finally see the man that was on top of her.

“Dirty.” She spats and he scoffs, licking inside his bottom lip as she relaxes under his hold. A small smile appeared on her lips, the moonlight shining through the woods, just enough for him to see her. He took one hand away from her bicep, getting hold of the bottom of her mask, pulling it up to finally reveal that beautiful face he got mesmerized with three years ago, at a simple meeting. That face that told him, we’re equal. That face that told him, I will serve you if given the chance. That face that he wanted to see, everyday, at every hour, for as long as he lives. That face that claimed him that same night, with a smile, with the stares, with the intense stare in the eyes.

You.

“Hello, Bunny.” That was your nickname in your father’s organization. Bunny. Too pure, too innocent, too charming, yet, you were the complete opposite. You were nasty, you were evil, you were vengeful, you were a freak. A complete and utter freak. And he was the same, he was your exact same, and you were expectant of him. You were waiting for him to appear. You were in this trial behind your father’s back for three years, because you wanted him. You wanted the man that had whispered in your ear ‘You’ll be mine.’ three years ago. You wanted the man that’s been said to have killed and destroyed many organizations and the members inside of them. You wanted the man that you knew could own you, yet, wouldn’t cage you.

Your fingertips from your free hand raised up, finally touching the teeth of the black demon mask he was wearing, first grazing it, gently, as if taking in this moment with him, this moment where everything will change, this moment where your life will finally become yours, and his. You gripped onto the mask and finally lifted it up, and he helped by bending down slightly so you could rip it off his face, throwing the plastic far away from you both.

“Munson.” A smile appeared on your face as you saw him, your cheeks flushing at his sight, as if you were a bitch in heat in front of her master, and you weren’t far from it. You knew Eddie owned you that same night you met him, and he also knew you were meant to be his. 

“What are those?” He asked, placing a hand on your waist where a stain was on your dress, a shiver running down your spine as a soft moan escaped your throat, knowing his hand was covered in ink and touching you.

“I might have snapped a few tendons here and there… Putting the competition away for you…” Your eyes were already looking up at him with desire, with the need of being alone with him, of him claiming you, completely. He smirked down towards you, leaning down to talk closely onto your face.

“What’s your choice, Bunny?” He softly asks, his eyes hinting of desperation, but also insecurity of some sort, but he didn’t have to worry. He shouldn’t, because you are his, you’ve always been his.

“I’ll stay with you, forever, if you’ll have me.” His eyes widened slightly with emotion, his gut turning at your words and his hand flew to grab onto your jaw, harshly, to pull you towards his lips, into a messy yet wanton kiss. A kiss that he had been craving for far too long. You moaned onto his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he finally let your thighs go, his calves resting on the floor now. 

His teeth caught onto your bottom lip, and you could already feel the iron taste filling your mouth, knowing he was piercing your skin, but that only made your thighs clench with eachother even more, wetness pooled inside your shorts as his actions showed you that he studied you, that he knew you, and he knew what you were into. He pulled away from you, licking his lips from your blood as he looked down, seeing your bottom lip with your red tint, blood coming out from the inside of it. 

“You’re mine. I’m going to protect you Bunny, I’m not letting anyone take you away from me, and if they dare come close… I’ll kill them, you say the word… And I’ll kill everyone you tell me to.” A soft smile spread on your face as you looked at him, crazed and wild eyes staring at each other as your grip on his shoulders tightened, and a firework was shot into the sky, but you two didn’t move. Just stared into each other's eyes. 

You’re free.

Your hands gripped on your last bag with the remaining clothes you had. A smile on your face the whole time the elevator dinged closer and closer to Eddie’s penthouse, one of the many properties he possesses. You hadn’t changed, still wearing the white stained dress over your body, but the people that organized this trial had already sent your prepared luggage to Eddie’s, meaning that the only thing left to deliver was you.

The ding didn’t even startle you as the doors opened, and a big double door greeted you a few steps away from the metal confinement. You stepped towards it, and grabbed onto the handle, finding the door open. A smile appeared on your face as you opened it, walking in to take in the immense decorated space in modern yet vintage looking furniture. You put your bag down, closing the door behind you as you stepped inside the apartment, seeing that it had stairs going up to a second floor. 

You were looking around, knowing that he should be here somewhere. After he had caught you, you were brought into the office to sign off the permanent contract to him, with a smile to your face all the while. The host was simply looking at you as if you were insane, because being owned by the Black Dragon association was not something many desired, much less, being owned by the boss of it.

Eddie was sent home so you could gather your bags, and those bags you saw at the very corner of the living room. You heard something in the kitchen, making you tilt your head slightly at the sound, like a rattle, so you followed it, walking into the dimmed light kitchen, modern, with the cupboards and utilities in black, against the white marble counters, but your eyes centered on the person that was pouring two glasses of wine, in the middle of the room.

“Hello again darling.” He put the wine bottle on the counter and his eyes finally looked up to lock with yours. He was still shirtless, still with the same bloody clothes, the wound in his shoulder already stitched and bandaged, and your mouth salivated with the need of pressing your tongue onto his skin. His hair was down, eyes a deep brown that only made you move by instinct, slowly approaching him with your hands behind your back.

Like a small bunny.

“This house is a little big for you.” You say as you stand next to him, grabbing onto the wine glass and taking a small sip from it, the burning of the alcohol soothing your throat and calming your nerves. Nerves that were there because you waited so long to be with him, alone, like this. Completely owned by him, his property, his partner. 

“Glad that you are filling it with me now.” He says in a low tone, which sends shivers down your spine, because for some reason you knew that the night was going to be long, and that by the end of it, you won’t be able to walk. Hopefully.

“So, you’ve been studying me over the last three years, huh.” You say with a smile, not looking at him, still with the glass of wine on your lips, and the alcohol was slightly stinging the wound he provoked on you in the woods. 

“And you’ve been waiting for me for three years.” He retorted, his eyes slowly turning black from how his pupils began to dilate the more his eyes roamed your body. He took a large chug from his wine glass, putting the crystal on the counter again while you giggled at his words, making all of his blood go south immediately. 

“Took you long enough.” You replied to him and his hand twitched on the counter as he stared down at you. Your giggle stopped but that wicked smile was still on your lips, setting your glass down as you finally turned your head to look at him. “I’ve been studying you too.”

“And how so?” He asks, the need to grab you, the need to get hold of you, pin you down, making you shut up, beginning to gnaw in the deep of his gut. You shrug at him, not even sparing him another word and his eyes twitched, his fire igniting as his right hand rises up, tracing your cheek softly in which you melted at, pressing your face against it. 

Your eyes suddenly widened when his hand enveloped your throat, in one swift movement, and pressure was applied, cutting your blood flow and oxygen at the same time. A choked moan escaped your lips as he looked down at you, a smile appearing in his lips, knowing very well that you were drenched by now, clenching onto nothing as he applied more pressure on you.

Asphyxiophilia: Sexual Arousal when being choked, often cutting the oxygen circulation.

“Now, let’s get one thing straight Bunny.” His left hand, which was still on the counter, found the knife he had already prepared for this moment, the knife that would start it all. “I own you. I make the rules and you just follow them. There’s nothing else you have to do.” 

You nodded, choking on your voice as your eyes started rolling to the back of your head, your hands gripping his wrist and he finally let go of some of the pressure to let oxygen flow in your body again. You choked a sigh of relief, your breathing already jagged by how much air entered all at once in your lungs again, yet his hand was still on your throat, his tattooed hand. 

His left hand raised up, pressing the tip of his blade onto your cheek, the smile still on his face as he looked at you. You smiled through your dizziness at him, and oh you were so beautiful. He guided his knife down, slowly, gliding it over your body, until he reached the hem of your dress. Your eyes widened as you felt the sharp tip of the knife over your shorts, your clit twitching at the sharpness of it. That sent an adrenaline shock through your body that almost made you squirm, but you knew that if you moved he might hurt you there.

He appreciated you staying still, and you were just too perfect for him. He twisted the knife so the blade would be facing upwards, and he slowly punctured the tip of the knife inside your shorts, but not through your soaked underwear. He smirked at you one last time and that’s when you heard the intense ripping sound, a gasp escaping your lips, the blade stretching the dress off your body as it ripped it in half, going all the way to your collarbone. 

His eyes scanned your frame, a white bra on your body as well as the matching thong that he could see from the slit of your shorts. The both of you had dirt all over yourselves, but that only enticed him to take you even more. To finally own you completely. He motioned towards your hands with the knife, which were still wrapped around his wrist. You gave a sigh as you dropped your hands to your sides, making the dress finally fall off from your shoulders, as if it were a coat. 

He slowly let go of your neck, letting the knife rest on top of the counter again, your breathing heavy and with the imprints of his fingers already on your neck, and tears were threatening to fall down from your eyes as you looked at him, but they weren’t enough. They weren’t enough for him, and he wanted more, he wanted to see you completely ruined by him. 

“On your knees.” You shivered at his command, wanting to be a brat, deny him, but this is what you’ve always wanted, to belong to him. For him to use you as he pleases, for him to drag you around like a plaything, but yet, to protect you like a partner, like an equal. You slowly got down on your knees, looking up at him through your lashes and he pressed his fingers under your chin to keep you up. “Will you do everything as I say?”

“Yes, yes, I will.” You were desperate now, not being able to handle anymore teasing from him. 

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.” He commanded this time, and you did as told, opening your pretty mouth from him, your pink tongue sticking out and he grinned at the view. He gathered his saliva inside his mouth, to then lean in and drop his spit into your mouth and tongue. He immediately closed your mouth with force. “Swallow.”

You didn’t. You closed your eyes at the taste of him in your tongue, just for a second and his eyes widened, lust covering his features as he saw you moaning with his spit in your mouth. You then swallowed, and opened your eyes again, sticking your tongue out for him, as if asking for more. He straightened up, his belt coming undone, the leather slipping off from his pants. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation, knowing exactly what he was going to do with it later on.

“What do you want me to do now?” You ask him and he simply smirks down at you, wicked eyes crossing his features as he unbuttoned his pants, dragging the zipper down.

“You just stay there, look pretty, while I fuck that bratty mouth of yours.” A gasp was heard from you but it was an excited one, your eyes immediately darting towards the bulge that was inside his pants as he finally pulled them down, along with his boxers. His cock springing up to hit against his pelvis, right in between the V shape that you want to trace your tongue on. “Spit.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you lunged forward as he grabbed onto his shaft, pulling it down for you to spit on it, and his hand started going up and down on himself, slowly, and your lips turned into a pout as you stared. It wasn’t fair, you wanted to do that. You raised your hand up only to be stopped by a sting, a sharp sting and a smack. His other hand was still holding the folded belt, and he used it to hit your hand away, making your eyes sting with tears as you put your hand back down, rubbing it softly with your other one, looking up at him with a frown in your face.

“Wh–”

“Don’t fucking touch me. I said, STAY THERE.” He almost growls at you, sending another shiver down your spine, but you straightened up, looking up at him, waiting for his instructions as he still stroked himself with your spit, making you gulp with need, seeing how large he was, your body moving forward, wanting to give it at least a small kiss to the head, only for another sharp sting hitting you, this time, it was a slap by his big hand, not that hard, but not gentle either, making you turn your head away with a whimper.

He waited for you to turn back at him, to see your reaction, to see what you are thinking because even if he studied you, he still has some self control and empathy in himself, and much more when it comes to you. He doesn’t want to hurt you in ways that you do not enjoy, but as you slowly turn to look back at him, your cheek stinging, with a smile to your face and hazy looking eyes as if in a trance, he couldn’t help but smile down at you.

“Can I beg?” You ask, and it was an honest question, a question of boundaries, a question to get to know him even more, to know what you can and can’t do, and he was appreciative of that.

“Yes. Beg for my cock, I want to hear how much you want it Bunny, how much you’ve been wanting it for these past three years.” And your breathing hitched at that, an excited smile appearing in your lips as you looked up at him, your brain completely drained from conscious thought as your desire poured out of your lips.

“Please Eddie, I want your big cock in my mouth, please… I want to taste you, have your cum dripping in my throat, been wanting it for so long, please– Don’t keep me waiting baby, please…” Your sultry voice filled his ears, a shiver running down his spine as his dick twitched in his pants, asking for attention, but there was a reason for you wanting to beg, because you studied him too… You know what he likes.

Narratophilia:  Sexual arousal to obscene words.

“Then open your fucking mouth, and you’ll take what I give you.” You didn’t waste a second, your nails digging in your knees as you opened your mouth again, sticking your tongue out for him. With one hand he guided his cock, and with the other he pressed it at the back of your head, pulling you forward towards it. 

He first taunts you, pulling your head back for you to kitten lick the tip, to then pull you forward again to take it into your mouth only to repeat the motion again. A soft whimper vibrated in your throat, which made Eddie’s hold grow tighter on your scalp, and he finally thrust himself inside of your mouth, halfway in and started going in a slow pace first so your mouth would get coated in your saliva. He knew he would hurt you if he made you deepthroat at once, and he didn’t want to destroy your vocal chords, at least not yet.

You closed your eyes as you hollow your cheeks to finally start sucking on him, letting him bob your head back and forth at his own pace, but you relished in the taste of him, a moan escaping your throat in delight as your spit helped your movements be smoother each thrust he did into you. He was holding back his groans at your sight, finally having you at his mercy, on your knees. His self control slowly slipping away as he tilts his head back, closing his eyes at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cock, loving the way he could feel you moaning against him.

Your pussy clenched at nothing, and you wanted to touch yourself, relieve some of the tension building inside of you, but you knew better than that, so you kept your hands at your knees, fingernails scratching your skin. His hand finally let go of his cock, guiding it towards the back of your head, finally joining his other one, gripping onto your hair. He stopped you from bobbing your head, only for him to start thrusting himself inside of your mouth, inside and out, still in a slow pace.

Your eyes opened to look up at him and his eyes beamed at how you were looking at him. Pleading for more. So that, he did. He thrusted deeper this time, a gulp being heard from you, a gargle, but not a gag, not quite yet. His pace quickened, a groan finally coming to his throat as your eyes started tearing up the deeper he went in. This is what you wanted, to be used by him, and your wetness sipping through your underwear and shorts even was an indication of that.

“What a fucking slut, not even gagging.” He chuckled only to stop when even if you had a mouth full of him, he could still see the cocky turn up of the corner of your lips while staring up at him. His nose flared and he suddenly slammed himself inside your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. A tear slid down your cheek and you finally gagged at him, but because it was a surprise to you more than anything. He pulled back only to slam himself back in, your gags and gurgles filling the room as your mascara started running down your face.

He pulled back just for a second for you to take a deep breath through your nose, and he trembled slightly with a moan caught in his throat as he saw your face. His hands gripping your hair even tighter, not being able to contain himself as he started thrusting himself into your mouth, quick, but not deep like before, yet your spit mixed with his precum started slipping from the sides of your mouth. 

He couldn’t help but wanting you to keep crying, to keep tearing up, so he slammed himself again against your mouth, hitting your throat again, and you breathed through your nose in order not to gag, but your eyes widened when you realized that he was staying there. You whimpered against him, as more tears slipped through your eyes as you tried to keep your breathing under control, but he was groaning in pleasure at the sight. 

You started gagging, your body lurching forward a couple of times and that was Eddie’s queue to finally pull away from you, taking his cock out of your mouth.

“Ung–” You were panting, trying to move your throat a bit to numb the sudden beating it received, but Eddie simply pulled you up from your hair, making you gasp as you stood on your two feet again, your knees screaming in pain from being against the hard floor for too long. His face was inches from yours and your eyes saw what he was looking at. You couldn’t help the smirk that came to your face as you felt his dick twitch against your hip as he inspected your cheeks, your tears.

Dacryphilia: Sexual arousal to seeing the partner crying or shedding tears.

His lips immediately connected to yours, a rough, deep kiss, full of lust and desperation. Your mouth opened for him, once again, and his tongue invaded it in a second. You clenched again when you felt his tongue piercing all around your cavity, on your tongue, clinking against your teeth. He moaned into your mouth when he felt the mix of his taste, your spit, as well as the saltiness of your tears. 

He pulled away from you, pulling his boxers and pants up but not buttoning himself up as you stared at him, completely dazed for his next move. He couldn’t help himself and he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, in which you sighed dreamily at, knowing you were being a good girl. His good girl.

“Let's go upstairs. I have to ruin you.” You trembled at his words, excited for that to happen, excited to be ruined by him, excited to be yourself with him. He turned you around, and he grabbed his belt from the counter with one hand, the other being pressed against the small of your back, guiding you towards the stairs. You went up, your pussy clenching at each step taken as the adrenaline pumped in your veins. He was right behind you, now finally walking you towards his room.

He opened the door for you, and you walked in to take it all in. Realization hit you. This wasn’t just any of Eddie’s properties, this was his house, the one he considered home, the one that was all him and not something designed by someone else. His guitars were on display on one wall, a few paintings and limited vinyl editions of what you believed were his favorite bands, the big king sized bed in the middle of the room with dark comforters, and the big window on its side, a few feet away with long black draped curtains. 

You were now part of his home.

A sudden feeling filled you as you turned around with excitement to wrap your arms around his shoulders, the action completely startling him as he looked down at you. Your lips immediately found his, as you took in the feeling that he owned you, but in the most caring way possible, and like you stated before, you knew he wasn’t going to cage you up, not that you minded if it was done by him.

His lips moved with yours as he slowly guided you towards the bed, his hands going to your back to finally unclasp your bra. The back of your knees hit the edge of his bed, and you pulled away from him, taking your bra off completely. He looked down at your bare breasts, wanting to dive into them, take them into his mouth, but he made a promise to you first. He raised a hand, slapping one of your tits with it, making you gasp with a moan.

“Get on the fucking bed, and raise your hands over your head.” You smiled at him as you sat down on the bed, pushing yourself backwards into the middle of it as he kept his eyes on you, slowly walking towards the side of the bed as you laid down, throwing your arms up, almost touching his black headboard. From the corner of it, he opened a small wooden door, at the very top, and he started pulling a black rope from it, your eyes widening at it, while a small smirk spread on your cheeks.

“The headboard seems new.” You managed to say in a hoarse voice, and he chuckled at that, grabbing onto your right wrist, pulling you towards the bracelet of the rope, wrapping it tightly around your skin. 

“Custom made. Received it a couple of days ago.” For some reason, he didn’t want to lie to you about that, nor tease you, because he wanted you to know that he prepared himself for you and just you. This bed was made for you, and that made you moan with need, your thighs rubbing together at his confession. He circled the bed, going to the other top corner of his headboard to pull the same rope out, grabbing your left wrist and pulling you towards him again, and you felt the tug onto your right hand, not letting it move further. 

“How thoughtful of you Eds.” You smiled at him when you noticed he wasn’t tightening the bracelets too hard on your skin. You have noticed that he was thoughtful of you, careful to some degree with you, yet, rough. His hand went down again, slapping at your left breast now, your back slightly arching at the feeling, with a moan trapped in your throat.

“Are you going to stop talking?” You giggled and licked your lips, wanting once again to go against him, but you knew better. You liked being dominated, you really did, and you knew that your other side was something you couldn’t do with Eddie. He sighed at your giggling, heading towards his dresser where he left his belt at the top of it. You bit your lip as your eyes glistened with anticipation.

“You’re gonna punish me? Don’t you want to fuck me? Take me? Breed me? Why are you taking so long Eddie?” You lifted your legs up, bending at your knees, spreading them open for him and he almost dropped the belt to the ground at your words, groaning as you used his kink against him. He put his knee on the edge of the bed and you smiled at him, a wicked smile.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” 

SMACK.

You gasped loudly as your body jolted upwards from the mixed sensations that just went through your whole body, like an electric shock. He swung his belt towards your clothed cunt, smacking it, sending a sharp yet burning pain through your whole body, and your clit throbbed with the need of more friction, even if painful, it still felt so good after being neglected for a long while.

Eddie was smirking as he looked at you, squirming under him, his cock wanting to explode out of the confines of his boxers again, the zipper that was already down from his pants digging into the bulge as it twitched on him. He raised his belt again, smacking you on your left inner thigh, making you jolt again and your legs spread even more. You were perfect for him, simply perfect, moaning thanks to what he was doing, tears starting to form in your eyes again… You were his.

Sexual sadism: Sexual arousal on causing pain, non life-threatening.

“Eddie– Eddie please–” You were begging again, but that earned you another bruising smack to your other inner thigh, your back arching at the pain, yet pleasure that shot through your body as the ropes on the headboard clinked at the movement of your arms.

“Are you that desperate for my cock?” He says as he looks down at you, and you nodded desperately, a tear sliding down from the corner of your eye, and honestly, Eddie was too. He waited too long for this, and even though he wanted to do so many more things to you, he knew he had time, that you both had time.

“Yes, please, fill me up– I need your cock inside of me, waited too long for you baby, don’t tease me anymore, don’t tease us any longer…” You begged but this time it was a genuine one, a very truthful one that Eddie couldn’t deny. He put the belt to the side, almost throwing it, and he grabbed the hem of your ripped shorts and underwear, ripping it off from you in one move, helping him with the movement of your legs. 

He looked down at your wet pussy, and you already made a complete mess of yourself. The shorts were drenched as well as your tongue, and he couldn’t help but think again that he was blessed with you by some god. You were his equal, completely unhinged, crazy, and you two were desperate for one another. 

His cock would have to wait, because he couldn’t help himself as he saw you like this, at his mercy, legs spread and inner thighs red from his ministrations. He held you at the back of your knees, your eyes widening when he bent them forward, towards your chest, and your hips raised up, your cunt facing the ceiling. He smirked at it, leaning down to take a long swipe against your wet folds, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You wanted to arch your back, but you couldn’t as his grip was tight on the back of your thighs, making your back arch downwards. A moan escaped your lips as he kept swiping his tongue on you, licking on your wetness, tasting you, and groaning at how sweet you were, relishing in the fact that he could have you like this any time he wants from now on. Your hands made the ropes clink again, as you tried to guide them to his head, to hold onto him, and you whined at the restraints.

“Eddie– Eds–” You moaned his name and his hand raised up to smack your lifted ass as it left your thigh to do so. You gasped at the feeling, keeping your knees to your chest in order not to go against him. He flicked his tongue on your clit, and your moans finally started coming out of your mouth, one after the other. He was almost eating you up, like a starved man. 

And he couldn’t get enough. He could do this all day, he could stay buried in your pussy if he could because you just tasted so good, so much better than what he anticipated, than what he had imagined. All these years of waiting paid off, because it tasted as if you were waiting for him, it tasted like you were made for him, to his taste, that someone made his favorite flavor, and it had always been you.

His tongue finally dipped inside you, and he moaned against your cunt as he felt your walls clenching around him, the ropes clinking as you thrashed your arms from the sensation, his nose bumping on your clit as he moved his head up and down, his tongue flicking inside of you, and he really was devouring you. 

Thanks to all the edging, the teasing, and how you had been wet from the very moment you saw him in the ballroom, the coil in your belly started to form rapidly. Your moans escalated in sound, and your eyes closed at how good his tongue was flicking at your walls, trying to reach that place that would make you see stars. He took his mouth off you with a gasp, getting air back in his lungs and you almost cried at the loss, only to feel one strong and large finger enter you, and curling in a come hither motion. 

“Oh, FUCK!” Your head went back into the pillows as a moan escaped from your lips, loud, the spongy part of yourself being rubbed onto over and over again. He smirked at the sight, his panting from desire being heard along your moans.

“Are you enjoying yourself little Bunny?” He asks and you nod your head desperately, tears prickling in your eyes as you feel the burning at your hip from the position and your wrists tugged onto the ropes again.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please– Please keep going!” And he was going to. He wasn’t going to edge you, not this time, because you’ve been such a good girl, even if a little bratty, you were a good girl for him. He pushed another finger inside of you, your eyes widening as both of them started rubbing you, repeatedly, your belly screaming for release. Your chest was heaving up and down as your panting increased and his movements became fast, the squelching of your cunt being heard across the room.

“Come on, cum for me. Fucking look at me while you cum.” And that you did, staring up at him with your mouth open, moans coming out as your belly finally exploded, your vision going white as you tried to keep your eyes open for him, but you knew the tears were blocking your vision. Your pussy clamped down on his fingers and you heard him curse at the feeling as he tried to keep the fast pace on you. Your legs trembled around him as his name spilled out of your lips.

“Eddie! Oh my god, SHIT!” You kept riding your orgasm against his fingers, your walls clenching and unclenching until it finally stopped, your body jolting once, then twice as Eddie slowed down his fingers on you, and once he saw you relaxing onto the bed again he pulled them out of you.

He was breathing heavily, looking down at you as he made your lower body hit the bed again, a sigh of relief mixing with your panting as you finally felt some of the burning on your hip go away. He looked at his fingers, licking your juices off of them, and through your half lidded eyes you could see him, making your pussy clench again. You wanted to laugh at how needy you were, how desperately you wanted him. 

He wasn’t going to last long, not with you having sucked his dick, and he almost busted through his boxers while eating you out. He got off the bed, not even bothering to wipe his mouth from your slick and his spit, wanting to keep your taste on his mouth for a little longer. He walked over to one side to let your left wrist go, and he rubbed the red mark that appeared on your skin. You smiled up at him and nodded, as if telling him it was okay. He then walked to the other side to let go of your other hand, followed by him ripping himself off his pants and underwear. 

You wanted to have him in your mouth again, seeing his pink tip leaking precum was enough to make you want to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, buit he had other plans for you. He got on the bed again, but before getting in between your legs, he got his hands underneath your ass and waist, turning you over and onto your stomach, a gasp coming out of your lips. 

He positioned himself behind you, lifting your hips with his fingertips digging on the flesh of your skin, marking you up. When you left your upper body on the mattress, he groaned and grabbed onto his belt again that was on the edge of the bed, almost falling over, and made a snapping sound with it before landing it against your right cheek, making you jolt up and almost squirm away from the sting. 

“In all fours, or I’ll strap you to this fucking bed without touching you again.” That made your trembling hands press against the mattress to prop yourself up instantly. You stuck your ass at him, wiggling your hips slightly, earning yourself another smack from his belt on your other cheek, a squeal escaping your lips now. Another smack on the same place, and now a moan was heard in the room as the burning increased in that area. 

“Eddie…” You whimpered and he put the belt down, grabbing your ass with one hand, and his cock with the other to finally guide it to your waiting entrance. You moaned with need when he pressed the tip against your clit and you knew what you had to do now. “Please, I need your cock, don’t tease me anymore–”

He plunged himself inside of you, a choked gasp trapping itself in your throat at the sudden massive stretch with no mercy, your eyes widening at the feeling as they immediately prickled with tears from the sting. He was halfway in, and started invading your hole, a little slow, but not quite. He groaned with a smile to his face as he felt your tight walls engulfing him.

“Yeah, this pussy was made for me… So perfect.” You whined at that, almost a whimper as he finally bottomed out and you felt him almost at your throat. He was too deep inside of you, the stretch almost painful, but it couldn’t compare to how much pleasure it gave you. You needed him to move despite the burning sensation, because your belly was screaming for him, your mind and sould needed him.

“Eds, move, please move–” You didn’t have to beg anymore. He pulled back and slammed himself back in, making the fat of your ass jiggle at his movement, and a loud moan was out of your mouth in a second. He repeated the motion until he started going at a brutal pace, and the slamming of the headboard filled the room in between your breaths and the moans. Your arms were trembling as your body went back and forth against him, his hands now at your hips, his fingers digging into your skin.

You could hear the squelching of your pussy as he moved, wet from your climax and getting even wetter at finally having him, at finally feeling him inside of you, and the realization that you get to have him from this day on whenever you want. He was moaning, without shame at all because you were too warm, too beautiful, too pretty right now. His hands went towards your asscheeks, spreading them open to see your small hole, and a grin formed in his face between his jagged breaths.

“Next time– I’ll prep you, and I’ll fuck this little hole of yours. Would you like that, my sweet Bunny?” My. My. My. You were cock drunk now, not being able to think about anything else but him, and the way he was claiming you over and over again at every slam of skin against each other. 

“Yes! Yes! I’ll take anything from you–Fuck!” He wanted to laugh at that, as he smacked your ass with his hand, against the already bruising mark that was there. You groaned at that and he pressed his hips against you, harshly and deep and you choked on your own sounds at that. You were certain that if you pressed your hand against your belly, you would be able to feel the tip of his cock inside of you.

He reached out to grab hold of the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair to finally clench at your scalp, making you yelp. He pulled you upwards, your back hitting his chest as you ached it for him to keep thrusting in and out of you but he stood still. His mouth was on your ear as he breathed against it, whispering softly.

“You are so fucking perfect for me.” You smiled at that, your bodies sticking against each other's sweat. You licked your lips as you turned your head to look at him.

“I studied you too, you know…” You confessed to him, and he raised an eyebrow at you. You grabbed onto his hand that was in your waist, pulling it up towards your mouth. You put his index and ring fingers inside, sucking on them and you felt his hips start to move inside of you, at the same rhythm of your lips. You pulled them out to graze your tongue towards the belly of his palm where you suddenly bit at the flesh, harshly, marking him. His dick twitched inside of you as he moaned against your ear a smile appearing on your lips as they still latched on his skin, blood filling your mouth.

Odaxelagnia: Sexual arousal to biting or being bitten.

“You fucking slut.” He ripped his hand away from you, and despite the pain, he gripped onto your hips again, setting a brutal pace against you, your back arching against him, ass sticking out as your head rested against his shoulder. His mouth immediately found your shoulder, biting onto your skin until his teeth went through, your eyes widening at the burning and pain, but it sent an electric shock towards your belly which began its tightening again. 

“Only for you– God, just for you–!” He licked the blood that oozed out of the inflicted wound, and his other hand went towards your clit as his hips slammed against your ass, his dick hitting that perfect spongy part of yourself that made you moan almost in screams as he hit it repeatedly and without missing. His fingers started circling against your nub and your pussy clenched around him, earning a moan from his part.

“You have to come with me, I’m going to fill you up so fucking good.” He says into your ear and it comes unexpectedly, your eyes widening as his words triggered your orgasm way harsher than before, his fingers flicking on your clit rapidly as your juices gushed around him, making a mess out of your legs and his, and the comforter below you two. He cursed under his breath as his movements started faltering, stuttering.

“Eddie– Fuck, please, PLEASE–” You were still riding your orgasm out when you felt that warmth finally fill your belly, coating all of your walls as he spent his seed inside of you. He moaned loudly against your shoulder, as he kept pumping himself inside of you, your pussy clenching him to milk every single drop until you finally came down from your high and his hips stopped moving completely.

You were both breathing heavily as you tried to get some oxygen in your lungs. The room smelled like sex, your sweat, your juices, his cologne, and it was such an amazing smell to you. He groaned when he finally pulled out of you and his hand raised up to grab onto your chin, turning your head to look at him. His lips found yours again, this time, a tender kiss, a kiss of belonging, a kiss that sealed this bond between you both.

Your new home.

“You really are on the pill then.” Eddie says as he lays in his bed, a new comforter over his legs as his back is pressed against his headboard. You were naked with a towel on your hand as you dried your hair with it, walking towards him after a nice shower you both took together.

“Of course.” He groaned at that with his arms crossed over his chest, looking away. He knew it was too soon to have a kid with you, but he really wanted to claim you in every way possible, and having a family with you, was another way of doing so. You smiled at him, throwing the towel to the floor, as you got inside the bed with him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Why did you decide to enter the trial?” He asks you and you hum at that question.

“My father has been trying to marry me off for the past three years… Sadly, all of my bachelors went missing, or were killed in action.” You say with a smirk to your face, and Eddie’s grin widened at that. He can still remember the screams of the men that tried to marry you, claiming you like he did. 

“I wonder what happened.” He says as if he were playing dumb. You giggled at that and nodded.

“Hmm… You didn’t know about my last bachelor, did you?” He blinked at that, and looked at you as you stared forward, a glint in your eyes that were filled with mischief, but also lust. “Right before entering the trial, my father told me I was to be set up with a new bachelor, and to be honest, he is a pretty, a very pretty boy.” You licked your lips at those words, Eddie’s attention already drawn to you as you spoke.

“Who was it sweetheart?” You turned to look at him, a wicked smile on your face.

“Harrington Jr.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled at that. The son of the Harrington Emporium. You licked your lips at him as he hummed at you, his eyes suddenly turning lustful as he looked down at you.

“Mmm… He is a pretty boy.” You turned your body to be closer to his ear as you talked in a sultry tone.

“Can I have him Eddie? Please?” He chuckled at that, but a new obsession was growing in his head, storming his mind. “I’ll share him, I promise…”

“We can plan on him being the next White Rabbit.” He says and your chest was filled with excitement as your hand reached for his cheek to make him turn to you, licking your lips as you talked.

“I’m the hunter next year.”

“He’s all yours.”

Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, you're so funny with your twitching nose.

Second part maybe? Do you guys want Stevie?

REBLOGS MAKE ME REALLY HAPPY YOU KNOW.

A/N: Yeah, kinda came out of my shell with this one, I hope you all like it, and if you don't well, you do you booboo. TO ALL MY FRIENDS THAT WAITED FOR THIS, HERE YOU GO, I LOVE YOU, MWAH.

[mysteryshoptls]

Azul Ashengrotto Shared Lines

Tutorial: You mustn't lurk in such a place, it's rude. Shall I show you the way?

Level Up 1 / Buddy Level Up: Well, well... How splendid.

Level Up 2: What do you think of my remarkable progress?

Level Up 3: I'm just getting started. Heh heh heh.

Level Max: Ah, yes, I can feel power surging through my whole body... I do hope we can continue this beneficial business arrangement.

Vignette Level Up: Someone with a soft touch like you would only be taken advantage of in a school such as this, don't you think? If you ever find yourself drawing the short straw, you should consult me. I promise you won't regret it.

Spell Level Up: I would like to be able to effectively use the magic I've cultivated. I hate wasting talent, after all.

Friendship Level Up: Thanks to your efforts, I was able to spend quite the worthwhile time here. …If it pleases you, do not hesitate to invite me back.

Friendship Level Max: I dislike being in debt to anyone. Next time, I shall play host to you. I’ve already scheduled it. I cannot wait to see your surprised look.

Uncapped: More... I want more power. Did you think this would be enough to satisfy someone like me?

Groovification: I feel wonderful today. If there is something you desire, this may be the best time to ask.

Lesson Select 1: Do you find your classes tiresome? It may help to think of it as a game in which you earn points from the professor.

Lesson Select 2: I am perfectly prepared to take any class. Choose what you wish.

Lesson Select 3: Do I have any tips for today's quiz? ...I could tell you, for a price.

Lesson Start: Let's do our best.

Lesson Finish: Have you grasped my competence a little better?

Battle Start: What an unfortunate soul.

Battle Won: Well, well, that was a great success, wasn’t it?

Trouble 1: Of course, it was simply justifiable self-defense. You see that, don’t you?

Trouble 2: That was a waste of my time, I’m still in need of improvement.

GIFT CALENDAR 2023: “How will you be spending the day?” As always, I will be awaiting everyone’s visit to the Mostro Lounge. On a cold day such as this, we usually receive orders for dishes that are more common in the winter season. I’m sure today will be a rather busy day.

Birthday Login Message 1: I’m honored that you remembered my birthday. However, it is unfortunate but I do not accept one-sided gifts… If you absolutely must, then please order today’s special dish from the Mostro Lounge. …I will join you as well.

Birthday Login Message 2: Thank you for your heartfelt birthday greetings. How kind of you to go out of your way to come to our humble dormitory. As my thanks, why don’t I invite you to my party? I’m afraid it’s reservation only, so please, I will need you to sign this document. ……You absolutely have no sense of mistrust, do you? Next time, I shall have to prepare a proper contract.

Birthday Login Message 3: Is there anything I would like for my birthday…? Of course, there is. As many things as would fill an endless ocean. However, there is no need for you to gift me anything. Whatever it is that I may want, I will acquire by my own hand! Nothing is as costly as a free gift, after all. Well, I shall at least accept your kind thoughts. Thank you.

Birthday Login Message 4: Oh, have you come to request something of me? It would be my pleasure! Please, tell me what it is you’d like. No matter how difficult the task, once it is entrusted to me… Eh? You’d like to prepare a birthday card for me? …Heh, I think you’ll find that person a difficult one to please. But very well, may I ask what message you’d like on the card?

Birthday Login Message 5: [Yuu]-san. Have you, by chance, come to celebrate my birthday? Good timing, I had just hit a roadblock with what I was doing, so I welcome the change of pace. You’re curious what this is? Well, it’s a new board game. The other day, I only just barely lost to Idia-san, you see. I absolutely must figure out a winning play before our next bout…! Oh, are you intrigued by this board game as well? Perfect, how does a friendly match sound, as I work through possible strategies?

Requested by Anonymous.

[thestormfly]

Since it's now been over a week since doom of the darkwing came out I think I'm gonna start posting slightly spoilery stuff (this is major spoilery stuff btw) for me and the other two people that have read it over the next couple of days just as a warning if you're waiting to read it and don't want spoilers!

So, warning: Spoilers for doom of the darkwing!!!

CRESSIDA WHAT THE HELL IM SO CONFUSED

WHAT?? HUH???

WHAT DOES THIS MEANNN?

IM GOING TO COMBUST

I have four theories about this whole thing, which are most likely completely wrong because let's be honest, there's not much point to guessing what Cressida Cowell will do next, but here they are anyway:

1. This comes from a theory that all the Bog Burglars are descended from Chinhilda that someone posted on here a while ago, that I cannot find for the life of me, but if anyone knows who posted it then please credit them because it's such a cool idea. Basically this would mean that Camicazi is a descendant of Chinhilda, and therefore have a claim to the throne just as much as Hiccup, and this might lead to them fighting later, but I really just can't see that happening to be honest.

2. Camicazi ends up becoming queen by marrying Hiccup which really weirds me out. It was kind of insinuated at the end of the 12th book that they could get together, but although I'm not completely against it, the whole idea just feels a bit out of character to me.

3. Hiccup becomes a crazy evil dictator and Camicazi has to fight him to save everyone. This idea will make a hell of a lot more sense if you've read Creativecookie's new wilderwest fic on ao3 (ITS SO GOOD GO AND READ IT).

4. I am completely wrong about everything and have misinterpreted it all. They will actually become enemies because Camicazi sings an annoying song about his hair at him and Hiccup gets mad, and the queen piece just signifies that Camicazi is going become an avid chess enthusiast.

I just really hope that this whole enemies idea will resolve itself in a way that means they're not ACTUALLY enemies it's just some kind of intriguing plot device because if my children end up hating each other it will be as if the world has been turned upside down, thoroughly shaken, and then harassed with fireballs. Anyway, knowing Cressida Cowell, she'll find a way to end everything in a really good way, I mean just look at book 12, I genuinely can't think of a better ending that I've read, especially for a kid's book series.

If anyone has other ideas, pleaseee comment them because I need someone to talk obsessively about theories with.

Thanks for reading my huge rant <3

[lisyonokk]

oh my god WAIT. WAIT . reading ur tags edward being ciel’s first undiagnosed gay crush Elaborate i am so intrigued 👀

I'm not the first one to come up with this HC but I just like it too much.

baby ciel seeing r! ciel with lizzy and knowing they will one day be married. so he tries to imagine what His fiancé is gonna be.

but also trying to understand how it feels to like someone like that. so he asks Rachel and she's like "oh when I was a girl and I saw your father my face would get so hot and I would just want to stare at him in secret, and i couldn't meet his eyes 🤭 I felt nervous around him and worried if he likes me too"

so ciel commits this to memory. and one day they are having a family picnic with Midfords on a hot summer day.

and Edward is there too, face flushed with heat. he drinks water and a couple of droplets go down his neck. in some places his shirt clings to him more than in others.

and suddenly ciel feels...strange. he doesn't know why but he wants to see more. it's like smth shifted. so he spends the next hour throwing secret glances at him, wondering if he just admires Edward bc he wants to be like him when he grows up.

and when Edward gives him his portion of the cake suddenly ciel cannot look up mumbles 'thank you' and stuffs his face with cake so he doesn't say something embarrassing.

that was just a strange moment right? there's nothing in ciel's head that could explain any of this. but something tells him he should not ask anyone about it. it would probably pass soon.

(it doesn't. bc he's never that nervous around lizzie or any other girl he meets. he doesn't think much of it. but the faint feeling of further inadequacy lingers. maybe he would ask his brother later, maybe he knows what to do)

(but oh... it's too late now)

[vampwritesstuff]

🤍 𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (hyung line)

overprotective!little brother!ot8(separate) x older sister!reader

Request: Hello, I was excited to see you’re opening requests. I've had this idea brewing in my head but I cannot write to save my life. Am thinking of a version for each SKZ member - overprotective younger brother SKZ who's proud of your success in the corporate world (you're all he talks about and hes got them intrigued), but refuses to introduce his noona to the member because he's wary of their flirtatious ways or even crush on you. And then you turn up at an event to surprise your brother and then... I'll leave the rest to your talented imagination because I don't know what kinda ending I'd want for each SKZ member.

cw: none really, just me trying to be funny, the short scenarios are lowkey bad but it was so difficult to come up with different situations and not reuse the same one over and over 😭

Ngl, I giggled and squealed when I saw this request, thank you for being my first request for Stray Kids and I’d be happy to make this for you! Buckle up buttercup, this one’s a long one! This was taking so long to post, and I feel so terrible about that, so I’m going to make two parts for this, the next part being the Maknae line and hopefully that will be done soon! If you guys do enjoy my writing, please consider checking out my masterlist !

Bang Chan

You’re not much older than Chan, but you’re so successful at your corporate job back in Australia that Chan often talks about you to his members and sometimes his fans.

He has for sure mentioned you on his lives, and everyone can see that he really cares about his older sister.

Definitely doesn’t take kindly to fans asking if you’re single or attractive, he’s never given out your name or shown what you look like just because of that.

With the members, it’s not that he thinks they’ll purposely flirt with you, but his protective brother side just gets the better of him and he’d rather not take the chance. The boys are very interested in meeting you but even they don’t know your name or what you look like, and they love their lives enough that they don’t push Chan.

The boys are so confused when you first show up at the concert in Sydney, confused as to who you are until Chan calls you Noona, then they’re all over you once Chan (reluctantly) introduces you to them.

Personally, I don’t think they would be able to flirt with you knowing you’re their hyung’s older sister, which makes you older than them obviously.

I.N and Felix absolutely would ask if they could call you their Noona too 🥹 Seungmin would totally have to hold back on his ‘Chan is so old’ jokes just cause he doesn’t want to make you feel old.

You were waiting backstage for Chan with Hannah, your little sister had practically begged you to come with her to the Stray Kids concert. You hadn’t been to any of your little brother’s concerts before as your job always kept you busy, and you felt a little guilty that you hadn’t been able to attend before now. So when the concert date coincided with your vacation days, you knew you had to jump on the opportunity.

The cheers from the stadium arena were so loud that you wondered how Chris and his members were able to handle it. You kept yourself occupied with Hannah by talking about Chris and his friends, Hannah claimed that they were a rowdy bunch and from what you had seen online while trying to be a little involved in Chan’s idol career, you didn’t think for a second that she was wrong.

You heard him before you saw him, his voice unmistakable to you. He was laughing and joking with his members, whom you regrettably couldn’t name off the top of your head. What can you say? Chan never talks about them with you, and you don’t see much about them often enough in order to memorize them.

“Christopher Bang Chan, what do you think you’re doing to that poor boy. Put him down.” You chided your brother as you saw him walking backstage with one of the boys thrown over his shoulder. The sound of your voice made Chan stop dead in his tracks, making a few of the members behind him bump into him. “Y/n? Noona, what are you doing here?” He asked in surprise, ignoring the looks from his members, as he set down the fox looking boy and walked over to you to engulf you in one of his infamous hugs, he also pulled Hannah in for a hug too despite her protests.

“Decided to surprise you, my vacation days lined up with the concert and Hannah begged me to bring her so.. surprise?” You hummed once he let go, “Chan hyung, are you going to introduce us or are we gonna be left in the dark over here?” Seungmin pipes up. Chan definitely tenses, realizing he needed to introduce you to his friends but you beat him to it, already walking over to them. “Hi, I’m Y/n, Chris’s older sister.”

That’s all it takes for the younger ones to start asking you more questions, and your heart swells when Felix and Jeongin ask to call you Noona as well. “Yes, of course you can!”

Lee Minho

I actually don’t think Minho would talk about you much to anyone but the other members, like yeah, the fans know he has an older sister but any more information they have runs dry after that.

The boys are definitely curious though, cause Minho actually talks about you a lot with them, saying how you’re the co-CEO of a company that raises and donates money for charitable causes.

Even though he shares a lot about you to his friends, he gets weirdly protective over his calls with you cause he doesn’t get to speak with you often.

Literally locked the boys out of the dorm once cause they would not shut up while attempting to say hi to you during one of your rare phone calls.

“I am going to stuff your mouths with tissues and air fry all of you.”

Minho and the rest of Stray Kids were at a fansign event, they were all exhausted. They loved getting to interact with Stay and everything, but it always took a lot of energy from them to keep up with their fans’ excitement. Minho was the last seat, the line of fans seemingly unending to him.

You were at the fansign, unbeknownst to your poor little brother, who had tried so hard to keep you from meeting his rowdy group mates. You had introduced yourself to each member by just your name, and conversation was smooth. Weirdly enough, each boy had felt like they had heard your name and voice before, but they passed it off on being tired. You were the last in line anyway.

Minho hadn’t noticed you until you were literally standing right in front of him, had to hold himself back from leaping over the table towards you. The boys have never seen him talk so animatedly with a fan before. Then they heard him call you noona and they immediately realized who you were.

Chan may or may not have asked staff to keep you afterwards, or it might’ve been Lee Know. You won’t be finding out any time soon.

When the fansign event was over, all of the boys found themselves rushing to properly greet you. But Minho had picked you up and kept you away from them.

“Hyung! Let the pretty lady down!” Changbin whined, but that just spurred Minho to keep you to himself. “Nuh uh! My noona, you guys can’t have her!”

Seo Changbin

You’re his older sister by 5 minutes, yes you’re his twin.

You could’ve easily followed him into the idol industry, Changbin tells you all the time that your visuals would kill. But you just didn’t want that life for yourself, and he respected that.

He’s actually very proud to call you his noona, and doesn’t let anyone forget that he has a successful sister.

“My twin sister is an ambassador for a corporation, and is one of the most reputable women in her position.”

Has told the members how you were his biggest supporter during his predebut days. They secretly admire you very much for that.

Very thankful for you cause they otherwise wouldn’t have Binnie as a member and friend if not for you.

Fans know he has a twin, and you’re actually very active on his socials so fans actually know who you are, they love you. I think the boys at one point looked up your socials and got shy because of how pretty you look, definitely felt a little guilty for thinking like that, but they couldn’t help but agree with Changbin about your visuals.

Tbh, I really don’t think he would try to keep you from meeting them on purpose, they’ve definitely asked but Changbin just never had the chance to set anything up with you since both of you have extremely busy schedules.

“Binnie!” A familiar feminine pitched voice shouted from the front row, Changbin turned around quickly on stage, surprised to have even been able to hear you apart from the crowd.

Changbin excitedly moved over to the other side of the stage where you were standing in the front row, a huge smile on his face as he waved at you. The cameras caught this moment, showing you on the large projection screens in the stadium. The crowd cheered loudly at seeing the Seo siblings in the same place. Obviously, this caused the other members to noticed as well.

For the rest of the concert, each of the boys had, at some point, come around to you and interacted with you a little bit. Changbin made sure to put on a show of shooing them away from you. The rest of the concert was fun, you occasionally appearing on the screen when Changbin would start rapping as you hyped him up, cheering the loudest from your section of seats.

After the concert, some staff had corralled you backstage and a loud, excited Changbin came running up to you and picked you up in a bear hug that made you laugh loudly. Once he set you down on your feet, all the other boys had gathered around to meet you officially. You bowed respectfully as you introduced yourself and the boys couldn’t help but think you were the cutest person to bless their eyes.

Hwang Hyunjin

You’re a famous model that also owns your own clothing line, it’s also very well known that you’re Hyunjin’s older sister.

Hyunjin is always wearing something from your brand, and Stay has made a game out of finding what piece of his outfit is from your brand, it’s even got its own hashtag on social media.

Hyunjin will even model for you when he has the chance to do so, but let’s be fair, he does it everyday anyway.

He’s so proud of you, and always talks about you with anyone who will listen.

Felix is the only member who has met you because you had been at a Louis Vuitton fashion event that Felix had been invited to attend.

Hyunjin definitely wasn’t happy about not being there to introduce you himself. (And maybe worried that Felix had charmed you)

You were sat at a table, enjoying a flute of champagne and eating fancy food that you couldn’t pronounce the name of. These kinds of fashion events had always bored you, sitting at an assigned table with designers and models that you knew nothing about and having to listen to the event host drone on and on about what a privilege it is to have so many guests attending.

But your interest was suddenly piqued when the host announced that they had a few special guest models, all the way from South Korea. Your eyes widened greatly and you nearly spat out your champagne when you watched Hyunjin and seven other males step onto the the runway, modeling random designs. Your brother and his bandmates had come to this event as well and you hadn’t even known.

When the event was over, the guests were left to mingle. You immediately stood from your seat and made your way towards the table you had seen your brother sit down at. When you got there, Hyunjin had his back facing you as he spoke with Felix, who smiled when he noticed you. “This is treason, Hwang Hyunjin.”

Your sudden voice behind him made the poor boy jump in surprise and nearly spill his drink on Felix who just laughed. Hyunjin quickly turned and met your eyes with surprise. “Noona? I didn’t know you’d be here? And what’s this about treason?” He asked, still recovering from the shock.

“Modeling for someone else, I see how it is, your noona’s designs aren’t good enough anymore.” You feigned your sadness dramatically, which had Felix pitching in, “Ah, no worries, I can always replace him as your model!” Which had Hyunjin raising his hands in defense and attempting to sputter out an argument. “I may have to take you up on that offer, Jinnie doesn’t seem to love his noona anymore.” You jokingly pout, jutting out your bottom lip and looking away from your little brother with exaggerated movements.

“I see where Hyunjin gets his dramatic personality from,” Felix says, finally able to see the resemblance now that you and your little brother were standing side by side. Laughs erupted from around the three of you as the other members watched the exchange and saw both you and Hyunjin give Felix the same side eye.

“Oh yeah, I can see a resemblance, right down to their attractive looks too.” Han commented, immediately gaining a scowl from Hyunjin who very much disliked that his friends may think you were attractive, it was already apparent that Felix thought so.

Consequently, this cause Hyunjin to spend the rest of the evening corralling you away from his friends at every chance he got.

[nonsscrapheap]

Hello again same annon from the last ask! Loving the new chapter! Ahhh can’t wait for the next take your time!

I am here to ask a scenario that probably many thought of but probably too early for the story so far but! What if the original idw lost light meet DTFB!Hot Rod? Like a duplicate that accidentally got on the lost light type of story since you finished the comics already, there is stark contrast to the LL!Rodimus we know as in personality and abilities in consideration, LL!Rodimus flamethrower is a Mod while Roddy is a outlier ability I know the canon in DTFB is not restricted to one continuity but I love ideas of other continuities meeting a character that is drastically different from the one they know and Brainstorm probably freaking out about the breathing forms, and how it seems like it could be taught to about anyone that has the motivations and/or determination to learn it basically.

you have NO idea how much i've thought about it ever since- no even BEFORE i finished mtmte and LL. i want LL!roddy to meet DTFB!roddy, i want my roddy's shenanigans seen by the others.

i want my roddy to end up surprisingly envious over LL!roddy for [SOMETHING I CANNOT EXPLAIN YET] and also [MORE SOMETHING I CANNOT EXPLAIN YET]

[REDACTED, SO MUCH REDACTED BECAUSE WE'RE NOT THERE YET]

BUT- fuck it, snippet time!

===== Fire Bot on Lost Light =====

"What am I looking at Brainstorm?" Rodimus questioned dryly as he, Ultra Magnus, Megatron and Drift, stood in Perceptor and Brainstorm's shared lab on the Lost Light. The two scientist having called them over for something important.

"Behold, Simpatico presents; The AU Observer!" Brainstorm exclaimed with his usual flare. Perceptor had rolled his optics but was presenting it either way, a stark contrast to the way he acted towards Brainstorm at the start of Lost Light.

They all stood in the lab in front of the largest screen there, the words AU Observer were scrawled over the screen along with a loading screen and the words Scanning AU...

"With how we're jumping between universes now, I thought it prudent that we see which universe we are jumping into first. To avoid... well, to avoid another situation as last week." Perceptor replied and they all made faceplates at last week's universe jump.

A universe where alignments had all switched with the chivalrous Autobots becoming somehow even more terrible monsters than the old Decepticons? Yeah, they got out of that universe as soon as they could.

"We still cannot exactly choose which universe to go into, but we can at least get a forewarning and a general explanation of what is to come."

Both Ultra Magnus and Megatron seemed to approve of it while Rodimus peered at the screen, "Is it scanning the next universe already?"

"Indeed!" Brainstorm nodded, "Actually, we scanned it before hand but it was a small sample." He brought up a picture of... Rodimus? No, it wasn't Rodimus. It was Hot Rod. With green optics and some different detailing but it was definitely Hot Rod, Rodimus' old identity and frame. "Since you are our illustrious main captain of our duo-captain system, I thought it was only fair that we use your likeness to find the Rodimus in the next universe- Lo and behold, we found you! Somewhat."

"Huh, so what, in this universe I have green optics?" Rodimus couldn't help but ask, intrigued by his other self. Drift snorted, amused at the sight of the green optics yet couldn't help but find Hot Rod's optics... kind for some reason. The smile on his derma certainly helped.

"And you have yet to hold the Matrix, your frame hasn't been reformatted." Ultra Magnus noted, peering at the mech's green optics.

Megatron hummed, "How long until the scan is finished? What can we see?"

Perceptor tapped against his keyboard. "Not long, we're still locked on to Rodi- pardon, locked on to Hot Rod, so we shall soon see him in action at least."

"Speaking of which! It's done!" Brainstorm announced as suddenly the screen changed.

All their faceplates immediately turned grim as they found themselves seeing an area with grey bodies with torn chassis and spilled energon. There was a strange amount of mirrors around, floating in the air, and Hot Rod was in the middle of it.

Heaving, panting and hurt. Optics wide and searching as he tensely looked around his surroundings.

In his servos was a katana, similar yet different to the kind that Drift carried. The blade was interesting, a dark mixture of white, red and blue swirling along the metal, glowing like cracks on the sword's blade.

"What the frag?" Rodimus asked as Hot Rod kept stance.

"Give it up, you may have killed other demons but I can assure you. I am no demon you have ever faced." A voice reverberated from the mirrors, a dark shadowy figure in each mirror with haunting pale blue optics.

"Demons?" Drift repeated tensely, his own servo instinctively going to his swords at his sides.

"Perceptor! Brainstorm! Is this happening now?" Megatron barked as Hot Rod's optics narrowed, energon dripping from his intake as he kept his guard up.

"It is! It's-" Brainstorm quietened when the screen spoke once more.

"Those other demons were talentless brutes who were not worthy in becoming like me. You may have slain other demons but I... am far above them." A figure darted out of the mirror, faster than a normal mech's optic could process- Hot Rod had barely reacted in time, managing to change directions and block an incoming clawed servo with his sword with a grunt.

It revealed who he was fighting up against- "Is that a sparkeater!?" It looked very similar to a typical spark eater. Only it wasn't decaying or dilapidated. Their frame was polished, shiny, underneath the stain of energon. But those sharp metallic tail-like bladed tendrils were unmistakeable. "Why is it talking?!"

"And how did it get out of that mirror?" Ultra Magnus asked and pointed out at the same time.

Spark-eaters were mindless, and they certainly couldn't jump out of mirrors!

"I believe that is just how spark eaters are in that universe." Perceptor said with a tense and haunted look on his faceplate, no doubt remembering the time he and several others had been turned into sparkeaters.

Hot Rod struggled to keep against the spark-eaters strength but managed to grin, "You'd be surprised!" His optics sharpened before his moved. A strange whistling in the air as abruptly, he slashed at the so called 'demon' spark eater.

Ni no Kata kai: Yoko Mizu Guruma!

It took a second for the words to translate from... Human Japanese?? It meant; Second Form: Improved, Lateral Water Wheel.

But in the same second, before anyone could even ask any type of question- water seemed to phase into existence. Slicing a circle around him, the sharp liquid crashed into the intelligent spark eater, sending them flying back against the mirrors- but instead of going inside, it cracked the mirror they landed on. The tendrils they had were cut off, flailing in clear pain.

"What the heck was that?!"

Rodimus held his servos up at the looks he got, "Don't look at me! I have no idea why that Hot Rod has a weird water mod! It very much clashes with our name though, I thought he would've gone for a fire one."

"I don't think that's a mod." They all turned to Brainstorm who seemed enthralled by the Hot Rod on the screen. "There's something off about this, but I can't put my finger on it."

"Grrr- right, yes. The weird swordsmechship you can do." The demon snarled, pained and- were they healing? The tails were back! What the pit?! "I'll give you that, Hot Rod. You're no ordinary mech- someone who dealt with Proteus wouldn't be that easy to kill..."

Proteus? Who??

"Senator Proteus?" Megatron muttered incredulously, recognizing the name.

"This is your last chance, demon. Surrender! Atone for the innocent lives you've take—" Hot Rod said, optics burning with righteous determination, something that Rodimus was cheering for yet at the same time. He couldn't remember if he'd been like that when he was younger... Definitely not.

This alternate universe was already so wild with just him alone! Not to mention the spark eater.

"Never! Those worthless lowlives have two uses! To work as they were forged and constructed or to be feasted on by those more powerful than them! Like ME!" Primus could you be any more villainous?

Megatron's faceplate twisted into an angry scowl, glaring at the sparkeater. He was very pleased to see anger on Hot Rod's own faceplate.

"Speaking of such, did you know, little slayer? We are being watched. Not by my brethren, but something else. And I sense such delicious sparks akin to yours."

"Someone else is there? Brainstorm, can we look around or-"

Ultra Magnus interrupted him, optics wide as suddenly the demon was looking at them. "He's talking about us!" He barked suddenly the spark eater launched itself at them, at the screen. Behind him, Hot Rod looked alarmed and immediately sprinted towards the spark eater.

"That's impossible!" Perceptor barked but suddenly the AU Observer's screen sparked and shattered- with the force of a spark eater and a familiar red and yellow mech behind it.

"SCATTER!" Megatron screamed, grabbing Rodimus and throwing them both to the side to avoid the flailing spark eater who hissed and snarled. Drift and Ultra Magnus had done the same, with Drift unsheathing his own swords, prepared to fight.

Hot Rod landed in a roll but immediately leapt towards the spark eater, speaking human Japanese once more.

Mizu no Kokyū - Shichi no Kata: Shizuku Hamon Tsuki!

This time, the translation was automatic.

Water Breathing - Seventh Form: Drop Ripple Thrust

Hot Rod stabbed his sword several times at the spark eater- water forming once more, a surface that depicted droplets that were sharply stabbed against the howling spark eater.

"PUT THE LAB IN EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN MODE!" Ultra Magnus roared as Hot Rod was suddenly flung back thanks to a lashing sharp tail, a cut along his chassis all the way to his shoulder.

===== Fire Bot on Lost Light =====

i would write more but- well, honestly i shouldn't XD im going to end up writing spoiler territory stuff- i mean i kinda already did but im still on the fence of the details ive already revealed so those may or may not be changed.

but yeah, this is ONE of the ways hot rod could've accidentally gotten on the lost light.

i have other ways in mind but for now...

im gonna leave it at that hehehe

[nebrasska-alasska]

I think it’s so cool that you mentioned you studied zoology in the notes of your most recent fic! #1 because marine biology has always been an interest of mine, tho I’ve never pursued it much. And #2 it’s literally my favorite thing to be reading a fic and know the author knows what they’re talking about! The passion shines through and makes the whole thing 10x more enjoyable and realistic!!

btw I am SO intrigued by the new fic aaaa I wanna know what happened to shadow!! I cant wait for Sonic to figure it out :D

Ahhhhhhh thank you, I'm glad that you enjoyed the zoology mention!!! Marine biology is rad, so it's lovely to hear that you are also interested in it!

The next new fic I write from Shadow's pov is going to be about another topic that I am very passionate about, and I truthfully cannot wait to get that one started. I'm glad that you are able to see the passion shine through, because it makes it infinitely more fun for me to write when it is something near and dear to my heart!!!

And thank you!!! I'm glad you are enjoying From the Shadows of the Deep so far!!! It's going to start getting juicy soonish so I just can't wait to share that with you all!!!

[littlechaoscosplay]

The memories we keep

SolasXLavellan

The inquisitor takes a journey to the lighthouse

Idea inspired from: @cussundria-nerd-kneal (thank you again!)

She followed closely behind, through the crossroads till they reached an eluvian that Rook stopped at before turning to her, “It’s right through here, Inquisitor.” They said and proceeded through the mirror.

The Inquisitor took a small breath and continued, A light flashed before her eyes as they both walked into a now darkened hallway, “Don’t worry it’s a lot brighter upstairs.” Rook assured.

She simply nodded, still trailing behind but also soaking up her new surroundings, they went up a small set of stairs and was greeted by a painted mural in an all too familiar style.

She stopped, staring at it longingly to the man depicting who appeared to be pleading with a woman who refused his words and next to them, the self same man in anguish.

The Inquisitor reached out hovering her hand over the image, as if she could somehow bring him comfort.

“Ah…So turns out these are what the wolf statues revealed.” Rook explained, “It hits a bit…different than reading them in letters, huh?”

“Yes, more visceral than I imagined…” she said quietly as her hand retreated.

Up one more set of stairs and they entered into a rotunda where more murals painted the walls, “I know it’s not as grand as Skyhold but it’s still a pretty amazing place.”

She smiled , “Though the Inquisition helped rebuild Skyhold, it was Solas’s initially. He has a…knack of creating wonderful things even though he might not see it that way.”

Rook cocked a brow, “…I guess he does? But speaking of him, that’s the reason I called for you... there is something I wanted to talk about and I thought it best here than at the swan. You can make yourself comfortable; I can make us drinks before we talk. Is tea ok?”

“I’m surprised he allowed any in here.” She laughed half-mindlessly only getting a look in return which she quickly cleared her throat, “Yes, tea would be lovely.”

She watched as Rook left and immediately bit the inside of her cheek trying to rid the embarrassment. Ten years and she still cannot let go of the memories; memories that should be tainted, buried and forgotten …but somehow still hold dear in her heart.

She took a seat in one of the chairs that circled a small table in the center of the room, and admired the space. It really was a marvel; she wondered if this was a small glimpse into what the old world looked like, the one in which he spoke so passionately, so sadly.

It was after he revealed who he really was that she found he was not speaking as a spectator of the fade but from a memory, one in which he wants to bring back…

She rose from her seat and began walking alongside the wall, when another mural caught her eye, it was the same woman; Mythal, speaking to a vine-like creature. As she moved closer she quickly jumped when a part of the wall moved, a long hallway greeted her from the other side. Along with a voice which spoke, “A guest but one of familiarity.”

The Inquisitor backed away slightly as a form appeared in front of her, however it did not seem one of malicious intent; more so…gentle, “…You know me?” She then remembered, “Oh, Rook spoke of a spirit that roams here, they called you “caretaker”?”

“Yes, I go where I am needed.”

“I see… I didn’t mean to disrupt anything…if this is why you are here.” She gestured to the open door.

The spirit turned slightly to the opening then looked back to her, “A secret; you already know.” It then held out its hand towards the doorway welcoming her to continue.

She was slightly confused but before she could ask any further the spirit faded, she took a moment intrigued by its words, curiosity then taking over as she stepped through the threshold.

She entered making her way through the narrow passage reaching the doors on the other side, carefully giving it a few knocks and waited patiently for an answer that did not come and pushed them open a crack peering inside.

The room was different from the other she was in; with light pouring from elongated windows filling the room brightly; shining onto a piano proudly displayed in the middle.

However it didn’t seem occupied by one of Rook's companions and she felt a bit more comfortable entering.

As she wandered farther in, it was strange it somehow felt…nostalgic?

Her eyes trailed the walls, some painted with images she knew and one with a symbol she was overly familiar with. She could feel her breath hitch in her throat as she continued, walking to each wall like a museum scared to touch anything around her as if it would break.

They were a variety of things but mostly were items from the days of the Inquisition, but why would he feel the need to keep these things or even bring them to the lighthouse?

Her mind flooded with different reasons, that his agents at the time were secretly storing them or perhaps they just looked similar.

Her eyes then fell to a broken object that sat on one of the crates almost recoiling at the sight of the relic , “Thought I would never see you again.” She said as she could almost feel that electric sensation from the anchor that she once carried shooting through her.

However the dreaded feeling dissolved as she came across another device, curiously she pressed a few buttons and it became aglow; filling the room with a blue light, “You know we were trying to figure out if that thing worked.” A voice then spoke.

She quickly turned it off, “Yes…there was a slight trick to it.” She laughed as Rook came into the room, “We used to find these astrariums all over southern Thedas, I would stop at every single one determined to solve their little puzzle.”

Rook took a seat on the piano bench, “Every single one?” They asked amusingly.

She could feel her face getting hot, “Please I know it sounds foolish, but it was a nice…respite from it all, the fighting and such.”

“I’m assuming Solas was fond of them seeing as he has one?”

“I am unsure…perhaps, or maybe they held secrets I was unaware of.”

“He wouldn’t have told you?”

She shrugged, “Only if it was to benefit his intentions, I suppose; but seeing as it’s just locked away in a storage room I doubt it’s to cause any concern.”

“So just a fancy puzzle, hm… perhaps he did take a liking to it. He does seem to be the sort to be amused by that sort of thing.”

The Inquisitor scoffed, “Think the only thing he found “amusing” was me struggling to complete some of them. Probably had them solved well before me.”

“You didn’t ask for help?”

She started laughing, “I was too stubborn! “This time for sure.” I would say.” She smiled, “Some leader I must have seemed…”

The room then fell silent.

“Well…this is part of the reason I wanted to bring you here. I was hoping you would understand this room better than anyone.”

She looked around, “I don’t know what more I could tell you, I know not the reason why he would keep such things? I will say the caretaker spoke to me and said it was a “secret I already knew.”

Rook looked confused, “A secret…? Oh! Yeah we did have to unlock it with a convoluted lock. So maybe there is something in here he didn’t want people to see?”

The Inquisitor continued around the room looking it up and down, “There could be another lock door somewhere or he hid something in here we are not seeing?” She suggested.

“There was a door over there but it didn't reveal anything important. Are you sure there is nothing that catches your eye?”

“Aside from the broken foci, all this seems like regular items. I’m mean look here there's just a deck of cards sitt-”

“What's the matter?” Rook asked cautiously.

“Sorry! It’s nothing bad.” She assured and held up the wicked grace cards, “But this is what I mean, why would he hold on to something like this?”

“Is it strange to have cards laying around?”

“Not really but ones from ten years ago? This is Sera’s great losing deck.” She then showed Rook the back of the cards all which had the very name written on the back.

Rook laughed, “So a trophy from a beaten foe?”

“Oh, it was a riot, we would have these card games-” she stopped feeling like she would just bore them with such a silly story but then looked to see them listening intensely, “-and Sera, we could never figure out how she kept winning. We suspected she was cheating or something. We even tried to create secret teams to take her down but to no avail.”

“I’m guessing this is when Solas stepped in?”

A smirk tugged on her lips, “In a way…he never really showed for these games so we were actually surprised he was there but he didn’t play, instead watched as Sera is on her winning streak; yet again but this time in the height of a winner takes all, Josephine unbelievably managed to take the win, and you would have thought we had beaten Coryphaeus right then and there the way we celebrated.”

Rook chuckled, “-and how did Sera take it?.”

“She was sour for a bit till we got a few drinks in her, but that was a part of her losing term-” she then motioned to the cards, “- to write her name on each one so we couldn’t use that deck again.”

“Sounded like you all managed to have some fun.”

She sighed,“I guess we did, I remember laughing so hard that night my stomach hurt.”

Rook crossed their arms, “You know I’m starting to think Solas actually enjoyed being in the Inquisition. To me and everyone else we didn’t know what half of these items were but now; you speaking about them, I think they are some sort of memorabilia.”

She pressed her eyes shut, “It��s a nice thought...”

“Inquisitor, I know this isn’t my place to speak about but…after our second meeting when you told me your…relationship. I spoke to Solas soon after and talked about the Inquisition; about you, he almost sounded sad.”

“I told you because you deserved to know the truth, however I can’t fully speak on Solas behalf. I don’t know whether he still feels the same.”

“You don’t think he does?”

“I want to believe, I like to believe he misses me…us.” She let out a breath, “Perhaps I’m just saying this to steel myself in case I’m wrong, but no matter what, I did love him and maybe I am foolish for still holding on to the hope that he feels the same even if I might never know the answer.”

Rook nodded before taking out an envelope and presented it, “Then, I think you should see this, the real reason I wanted to talk to you.”

Confused, she took it gently, opening the unmarked envelope and then the folded parchment within, she felt a lump in her throat as she slowly read each word; and when she reached the end even though it was not signed…she knew that hand writing.

She was at a loss for words and could only hold back the tears that felt like she had been holding in for years.

Rook gave a small smile, “Did you get your answer?”

She pressed her lips together still fighting back the emotions that were swelling in her chest, “Yes,I suppose I did.” She smiled back.

“You deserve to know the truth too, even if I was the one who had to do it.”

She chuckled as she held the note close, “...Thank you.”

Rook nodded, “-But there is something I have to ask…what is the story with all the cheese?” Then pointing to the stacks in the corner.

“Ah…it’s kind of an inside joke, you wouldn’t get it.”

[xo2dee]

GAHHHH YES TO THE PLOT!!!

The way I RAN to this chapter. I know you gave details that it would be a plot centered chapter but I could not stop the anticipation to see how the story would progress. Firstly, the symbolism (even mentioned by MC) of both her and Vergil sleeping back to one another with a clear divide in between them, starting off the chapter. Only for the chapter to end right exactly how the chapter started only this time they are facing one another, talking about themselves...

I cannot wait to read this from Vergil's perspective because this entire day he was truly the one making strides towards their relationship. To initiating the flirting, to wanting to know about her troubles and fears while also reminding her that she has this power in her that she cannot run away from. It really is big steps for a man who for a long time had believed MC had ulterior motives

AND THE TOUCHING!! I'm not sure if it can be considering their thing but I'm gonna consider it regardless; them raising a hand to caress the other's face!!!!!!

The entire breaking in scene itself was muah! A moment of vulnerably for both of them. From Vergil once again being the one to initiate the conversation (all while caressing her chin) edging her to speak on the issues she has with this unknown side of her blossoming little by little without her control. MC admitting that its a bother to her but feeling like she just has to endure and keep it to herself. Vergil understanding and WILLING to be an ear for her. As a witch character ENTHUSIAST! I am all for the beginnings of a witch in the making. The confusion and uncertainty to ever move you are making, not know where this power comes from and being afraid of it all while being intrigued. Wondering if trying to understand it will be a good path or lead to consequences. I cannot wait to see what thoughts and feelings MC has on it, especially how its hinted to coming from her mother. A person who based on previous information was not in her life for very long. How can you accept something most people would consider a gift when it comes from a person you barely knew?

and again VERGIL TALKING ABOUT HIMSELF!!! to actually be comfortable to give little tidbits of himself and admitting that he wants to know more about MC... To think this is him one day's worth of progress, I cannot imagine him once he is truly comfortable.

I cannot wait to see how the next chapter will evolve not just these two's relationship but cult island's shady dealings. The fact that A LIBRARIAN "attacked" MC out in the open where anyone who turns their head could see does show that the coven is clearly not messing around and/or every single person on this island is sus af. (also not MC literally blocking a whom I assume is an experienced witch when she herself has basically had what, a couple days of understanding that she might be a witch with not training. A baddie if I've ever seen one)

Also enjoy the random memes I made as I was reading this chapter

How i assumed Vergil was when MC was taking her nap

How I envisioned Vergil came through the library's window

MC when she saw Vergil in a turtleneck (valid tho)

Vergil when MC gave him full permission to ask any question he had of her

THE TWILIGHT MEMES QSWASDFGHKJL it's so bad bc he's like a mix of edward and jasper with the way they just awkwardly stare and stand there like

omg you can back up a little!

and yes, i wanted vergil to be the one to push mc into actually trying to talk about herself more rather than her just doing it since she's just also been such a wall for him and shooting down everything he says, while also rejecting that part of her... which also probably stings vergil a little considering he rejected his humanity for so long and that made him weak. i dont think he'd want to see someone he cares about be so weak while ignoring something apart of them that could be used for better. also, i pushed a little of my hcs onto vergil (the violin, and then eva knowing how to play the piano and sparda teaching him latin) and hopefully it felt natural for him to ease up a little and let mc know very small details rather than blabbing.

and yes, we love a baddie who doesn't know what she's doing but still catches on! she'll get better, probs with the help of vergil's strict ass, but im glad you liked it and caught on to various different symbolisms i've thrown in there too 🥰🥰🥰

[they-stare-i-ship]

I finished reading the atlas paradox

and now you're subjected to my SPOILERY thoughts.

Parisa Kamali: I love Parisa, I have loved her since the first book. I LIKE HER SO MUCH she's funny she's mean she's cool she's kind. She's incredibly powerful. She's so interesting and I really enjoyed how she slowly became "her royal softness". Whenever we have her pov it's so fun. I love how she's not scared of Atlas and how she challenged him. I can't wait to see what she does in the next book. I'm actually excited to see how Dalton has changed and how she reacts to them in the next book. Her relationship with Nico makes me so feel so nice. I also need her to be kiss Reina sometime in the next book.

Nico de Varona: he's been my annoying lil baby since the first book. I loved how he became more fleshed out in this book. I loved how lonely he got, his relationship with Reina and Tristan really intrigues me. HE'S SUCH A CHILD sometimes and I love him for it. Obviously I have spent the two books insane bc I knew he was in love with Gideon, I just knew it and they're just *chef's kiss* also speaking of his relationship with people, I think him and Libby will be stunning as besties, I truly cannot perceive them as romantic. They act so sibling like or even just asshole bestie like.

Reina Mori: when we started with this series I actually had more hopes from her. I feel like she didn't do much (especially in book 2) and my girl really doesn't understand communication. If she just talked to people sigh. But honestly her God thing, I am down. Go off, I'm excited to see her go off the rails bc people didn't talk to her the way she could have understood. I am low-key in love with how funny the duo of Reina and Callum is, tbh. I also get major ace vibes from her.

Libby Rhodes: honestly she was my second least favourite amount the six when we started. She desperately needed the corruption arc we got in the later half of the book. I think I will like her a lot more now. Her crush on belen was stunning to read. I can't wait for Libby to fuck shit up, literally fuck everyone up. And I genuinely truly deeply want her relationship with Nico to just be friendship. Friendships are equally as important and the fact that the universe made them parallel to eachother is my favourite thing.

Callum Nova: honestly I didn't really like him much during the first book, he was fine but we had more interesting characters. BUT DAMN CALLUM NOVA POST HEARTBREAK?? ~~ exquisite ~~ he's so fucking funny and hopeless and sad and pathetic. he is so desperate for love and so upset that he was denied it. He's my pathetic lil meow meow. Also I would LOVE to see him use his powers more in the future. As we keep learning about it, I keep loving him. Also I need Tristan to beg Callum to take him back.

Tristan Caine: actually I didn't enjoy his povs at all in the first book, I couldn't wait for them to be over. He is still my least favourite among the six but in the second book he was more interesting and fun. I'm a lil anxious of how Atlas is gonna use him and his powers. I don't care much of him but I want him to beg Callum or regret it for the rest of his existence. Also I hate LibbyTristan as a romantic permanent thing, they can fuck around and have fun but pls end at that.

Gideon Drake: I have loved him since day 1. He was the softer kinder balance to Nico's aggressive and abrasiveness. He is so interesting, his origin and his powers. I spent both the book wishing we had more of him. Now that we are out of the library maybe he'll get to play a more active role in the book. I am obsessed with Gideon (bc Nico is obsessed with Gideon) I love the tidbits we learn about Gideon like how Libby always liked him more or how max travelled with him for the rescue of the "prince". I want Gideon to have everything he wants, that's all.

Atlas Blakeley: I have been thinking of Giancarlo Esposito as Atlas the entire time. There's no explanation it's just vibes

Ezra: I'm glad he's dead 💖

[your-enby-antihero]

What a fucking crazy set of episodes. I was so curious how they would adapt Glintshore since they didn’t have Kynan as a mentee figure for Vax. The crazy hallucination gas that Ripley used to get Percy alone as opposed to in campaign in the group battle was really intriguing. The environment they created for the lab on Glintshore was magical. Also the effect of Scanlan being gone on later bard’s lament incident is going to be cool to see. Really fun to see freeing Percy in that flash back since we’ve seen it before in the comics as well, I really am having such a ball as a Perc’ahlia enjoyer. Also the twin moment in that episode fucking sends me they’re so fucking sweet, love them sibbies. And the fight in the 9th episode were so fucking fun having Kash die is interesting, I wonder if he’ll make a return. Finally I am so fucking hype for this Raishan fight, I really hope they keep the details of her defeat from the original campaign! Anyway banger set of eps cannot wait for the thrilling ending of the season next week😈😈😈.

[anandabrat]

Briar-Rose

Happy @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange, @madronash! I was so excited when I got your name, and writing a story without telling you all about it has been a great exercise.

I hope you like this story - I'm hoping to do your love of symbolism, drama, and hard-earned not-quite deliriously happy endings justice. We talked about the basic idea when I had it a year ago, but it's changed quite a bit since then, as stories are of course prone to doing. (I may have been forced to rewrite nearly the entire first chapter this evening due to to some helpful 4 AM brillance the night prior, for example.)

I'll be posting this story in chapters over the next however many weeks... there should be six in all if the story stays put!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Helena crests the final hill and gasps, alone in her car. Gasps, and lets her suspicions about the stakes of why she is here blossom in her mind.

Why, for instance, Pete had called on Myka’s behalf, with no explanation at all despite Helena’s increasingly pointed and frantic questions. “Just get here, as soon as you can,” he’d said, and practically hung up on Helena without a goodbye. This event was in itself alarming enough for Helena to get into her car and drive from Wisconsin with a scribbled note stuck on the fridge and an overnight bag that she couldn’t help but imagine that Myka would have been horrified by, such was the disarray and haphazard contents. 

She’d only remembered to call her job and feign illness halfway across Minnesota. She’d done a twelve hour drive in nine. She’d called Myka ten, twenty times and hung up before she’d need to leave a message, but after hearing Myka’s cheerful, businesslike request for her to do so. She couldn’t stop catastrophizing as she sailed along the roads so straight and dull she normally had to fight torpor. She imagined a thousand maladies, hundreds of reasons why Pete might call instead of Myka, but beneath them all, like a bass line counterpoint, was the continual thought, why isn’t Myka tired of all of this yet?

And now she is here, and she gets her second visual confirmation that things are very wrong even by the Warehouse’s standards. Because even with the Warehouse… indisposed… she’d expected a crowd there. To join a circle among the people she had hoped largely to avoid, with whom she shares a complex past, to be trying fruitlessly to keep herself from staring hopelessly and awkwardly at one person in that crowd… 

But instead, there is only Pete, leaning on his car, staring at her, waiting for her to emerge. 

Helena steps out of her car smoothly, because she cannot be seen to be hesitating, steps past him with a nod of acknowledgment, and stares at the place where she’d last seen the Warehouse. She wants to fold her arms over herself, and since she can’t, ends up twisting them behind her back, hoping he will not see.

Thorns sprawl from the ground. They spread to the sky, a forest of wicked sharpness, fifty, a hundred, two hundred feet high. They cascade, tumble, multiply - Helena fancies she can actually see the wretched things growing. New shoots springing from the parched ground, fully grown brambles deepening, darkening, ossifying. Even if they were not ludicrously oversized, even were it not for the location, she imagines she would be able to tell this was artifact magic. She can almost smell it, at this point. It is a sixth sense she wishes she had no need to hone.

She is not surprised. She is, underneath a layer of stubborn refusal to engage with the Warehouse any more than is strictly necessary, grudgingly intrigued in spite of herself. But most of what she feels is profound irritation. Irritation, and fear, but she is good at ignoring that. She puts that practice to bear. 

Irritation then, that she is once again ensnared. What else can she possibly be expected to do to free herself?

Besides forget Myka’s phone number, of course. Or Pete’s.

Helena stands in front of what she assumes is still, underneath the cacophony of vegetation, the Warehouse, and she does not sigh, because that would require a level of comfort around her companion she does not possess. Her body feels tight, like an overwound guitar string. Her fingers fold into each other again and again. She has to remind herself not to hold her breath. To look her companion in the eye, steadily. She has always had excellent control over herself. 

Pete looks tired. Very tired. He’s paler than Helena has ever seen him, and his eyes are red. He also looks angry, and he’s not working very hard to hide it. Angry with her, surely. Helena can’t blame him, after the last time she saw him. After any of the times she’s seen him. 

He must hate her. But she will not let him know how much this bothers her.

Instead, she lifts her chin slightly. “Alright, now that I’m here,” she says crisply, “can we please stop with the mysterious messages, as though I’m not even more well-versed in the Warehouse’s quirks than you and everyone else who works here? What is going on? Where is everyone?” 

“She’s in there,” Pete answers, hearing what Helena doesn’t ask, gesturing vaguely at the thorn forest. “Or, I think she’s in there. Maybe. I don’t really know, not for sure…” He frowns, at the Warehouse instead of Helena this time. “I have to assume she’s in there. She’s not answering her phone. But damnit, we bagged it!” he mutters to himself.

“Bagged what?” Helena asks impatiently. 

“The…” He looks at Helena as if he is suddenly re-evaluating the wisdom of calling her.

She sighs exasperatedly, despite herself, and runs her fingers briefly though her hair. “Yes, I know. Enemy of the Warehouse, or friend, or savior, nobody seems to be able to decide quite which. Can we please assume for the moment that I’m trustworthy, even if the Regents don’t? You must have thought so when you called. Or perhaps Artie did. Where is Artie?” Not that Helena wants to see him. She would be quite happy never to see Artie again.

“In there too. I think. And Claudia. I went for doughnuts. I…” he looks chagrined. “Myka was sad. Doughnuts make her happy even though…” He shakes his head. “I should have been there.”

Helena does not point out the obvious, that it is good that someone was on the outside. She is not Myka. It is not her job to reassure him. “What did you bag?” she asks again, with as much patience as she can manage.

“Last week. This lady’s house went just like… well, like this.” He gestures at the Warehouse and the forest of thorns covering it. “It got flagged because she’s a scholar on fairy tales and this is just like in -”

“In Briar-Rose?” Not Grimms, she thinks, please no. Myka asleep for a hundred years? What if she dreams? What if -

“Sleeping Beauty, yeah,” he nods. “Um. I tried to go in after her, and so did Mykes, but it didn’t like that, so Claud got online and -”

“It didn’t like that? What didn’t like it?” 

Pete rolls up his left sleeve and shows Helena an angry red cut with half a dozen stitches. “Fairy tales have rules.”

“Did Myka -?” Helena cannot help the alarm in her voice, but Pete shakes his head. 

“No, not a scratch on Mykes, so you’d think if anybody’d have gotten whammied, right? But anyways Claud looked up the lady and it turns out she had like a whole lifelong thing for this guy in the history department, and we brought him over, he was like eighty or something and he just walked right in and we waited around and after a while they both came out and everybody was fine. They were just fine! They were happy, even, they thanked me and Mykes for helping them find each other and… we bagged the book, it’s been in the stacks for like five days, I have no idea why it went off again.”

Helena hears that Pete is dancing around something. “You don’t know why it went off again. Did you ever find out what caused the artifact to activate in the first place?”

“Not for sure,” Pete says carefully. “Myka had a theory.”

“I’m certain she was right. She’s very clever.” Helena has no right to be proud of how clever Myka is, and wishes she hadn’t said that last bit. 

Pete doesn’t notice. “I hope she wasn’t,” he says bitterly.

“Why?”

“Well. The old lady was obsessed with that story, for starters, but she, um, she’d been taking a copy of Grimms’ with her to the, um, to the hospital, to read while she had… chemo, and Myka thought that maybe the thorns in the book were like, a metaphor, right, for overgrowth? So maybe because the old lady had cancer, the book like, read it in her, and made… cancer vines? I didn’t really get it honestly but Artie got super excited and he’s really smart too and maybe…”

Helena’s throat is bone dry. She waits for a long time before speaking. “So you think Myka has…” Helena swallows hard. “Cancer. And that’s why she’s been whammied.”

“No!” Pete explodes. “I don’t! I mean, she’s been gone more than usual lately, yeah, and she doesn’t wanna talk about it, and she put that thing with the lady and the book together really fast even for her, but that doesn’t mean, I mean it could be a hundred other things, it’s the Warehouse we’re talking about here, right, I mean it could be because she had blackberry tea at breakfast for all we know, and we don’t even know for sure it’s Myka who got whammied, it could be Artie or Claudia or Steve or -”

If Helena thinks about Myka being trapped in a state of slumber or having cancer for another moment, she will lose all semblance of composure. “And so your grand plan,” she says nastily, “is to see if I can waltz in there, and not be torn to pieces?”

“Well, I’m sure as hell not her Knight in Shining Armor.”

“I believe it’s a prince, actually. And neither am I.”

“No friggin’ kidding,” he shoots back. “Knights and princes don’t hide in Wisconsin and let their ladies cry in the car all the way home.”

Helena blinks determinedly, and closes her eyes. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You have no idea what it cost me to stand in that driveway and let her drive away. None.

“Look, whatever the hell you’ve gotten into, whatever possessed you to ditch her like that…I don’t care. You gotta sort that out right now. Man up or, you know, the lady man up. She might not be my princess, but… she’s my best friend. And I can’t fix it, and you can.” 

He swallows, and blinks himself a couple of times, reaches in his pocket, and holds out a piece of paper. “I made you a list.”

Maybe he did see. See her perfectly for he coward she is. “Noble Steed,” she reads. “Shining Armor. Bright Sword. Ah. The consummate Gallant Knight. How do you know I need these things?”

“The first old man told us. He had on like, an old cardigan for armor, so I think it’s pretty loose. And Myka says there isn’t a dragon, and it’s only in the Disney version. Because I was waiting for green fire and it never happened. But it’s the Warehouse, who knows. Maybe you’ll find a dragon.” He sounds equally scared and eager at the prospect.  Probably, he would like her to be roasted by a dragon, but that would deny him Myka back. 

There’s a last direction scrawled at the bottom of Pete’s list. “I may have trouble with this last.” 

Pete rolls his eyes. “It definitely won’t work without it. True love’s first kiss,” he sing-songs, and this might be the first time she’s heard that particular phrase spoken bitterly, “is the only way you wake up the princess. That’s how you bust her out. After the dragon. Everybody knows that.”

“Surely not,” Helena replies. “And if Myka heard you calling her a princess, she’d…”

Pete stares at her. “She’d kick my ass, right. But why not? Way you two look at each other, I figure… I mean, I called because…”

“Well, in that sense you’re…” Saying it aloud goes against everything in Helena. “You’re not wrong. But firstly,” she modifies, “that is not the way princesses are typically awakened in fairy tales, not historically. Nothing so… Victorian, dare I say. And secondly, I don’t qualify. For the task.”

“What, because you don’t believe in true love? Pretty modern of you, for an eighteenth century lady. Or because you don’t love Myka? Because that’s crap, anyone can see -”

“Nineteenth century, thank you very much,” Helena interrupts coolly. “And it is, frankly, none of your business, but even if I did believe in such foolishness… true love’s first kiss?” 

Pete grunts, and pauses for a moment. Then he shrugs. “Look, all I know is, Myka is only gonna let one person rescue her, and it sure as hell isn’t me.  So figure it out. You’re the genius. What I do know is, there’s rules to fairy tales, and if you don’t follow them, everyone loses.”

And point to Warehouse, there’s the match gone, Helena thinks. Helena can live with Myka crying all the way home, barely. She cannot live with Myka lost forever, even she is almost certainly the wrong person in every regard to do the finding. “Fine. I’m your man. But I hope you have equal confidence and better luck in Artie, Steve and Claudia’s true loves, if this maelstrom won’t admit me.” 

She turns and stares at the tangle before her. Damn you, Warehouse. Helena has a thousand questions, but evidently all of the answers are to be found inside. If Myka has cancer, why is Helena is finding out about it only now? Why is Pete only finding out about it now? Does Myka herself know? 

And the question she dared not ask herself before. What if Myka dreams for a century? What if she comes out like Helena?

And the one she barely dares ask herself. Surely Myka does not believe in true love of the first sight, fairy tale or any other variety, any more than Helena does. What on earth will happen when and if Helena succeeds in making it to her side? Whether she is awake or asleep seems trivial. Helena is reasonably certain Myka will not be interested in any aid Helena has to offer, either way. Not after the way Helena left things.

But Pete is right. Helena’s feelings aren’t important in this moment. Myka is the only thing that matters now. 

Pete gives her a single nod. 

She nods back, takes a deep breath, and strides forward with far more confidence than she feels. 

She feels equal parts relieved and terrified when the vines peel back to admit her, then close behind her with a noise like a thousand snakes slithering in the grass. Gathering. Waiting to strike.

She avoids the Umbilicus. Bombs make her nervous enough without sharp things growing all around and potentially into them, and a cane as wide as a subway tunnel has conveniently cracked the wall open near enough to the ground to scramble in. The area inside is a jungle gym, and Helena scrambles over and under, and finally scales a vine up into Artie’s office. She squeezes through a hole in the floor, gathers herself and her breath, and finally makes her way to the balcony outside.

The Warehouse is always a strange, undeniably alien world. Now it resembles a landscape both more terrestrial and also more out of scale than ever more. Some shelves have already buckled under the weight of the brambles growing on top of them, and the pyramid has disappeared entirely, now an extremely large thicket. A river seems to have sprung up somewhere nearby, and flows most of the way down the center aisle, until it disappears in the far distance. Helena can see - of course, what else - a castle, far more beautifully and elegantly mossy and decrepit than any real castle, beckoning in the distance. Well, at least her path is clear enough. 

“So it’s just you and me, then,” Helena says aloud. She knows it can hear her. No reason to pretend otherwise.

Her words seem to echo, even more cavernously than usual for the place - though surely it should be muffled by the forest of vines. Canes as wide as redwood trees split the concrete. She can hear leaves whispering as they unfurl along shelves.

“And don’t think you can confuse me with talk of dragons,” Helena says, louder, to steady herself. “I know my adversary.”

She almost swears she sees something large shift by a collapsed shelf, move deeper into the shadows, though it could be just a trick of the light.

And so Helena begins to traverse the Warehouse, alone and unarmed.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to tell me more about Alicia, Buck's daughter, in texas!buddie au? pretty please?

HELLOOOOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOO

You too seem really odd and your blog intrigues ME! Of COURSE I will tell you more about Alicia and Texas!Buddie this is a literal dream come true skndkskdkdn

You’ve opened a can of worms so I cannot be held responsible for the yapping that ensues ❤️

Alicia is 6 when she is sent to live with Buck

She was born in San Antonio Texas, where her mom and grandparents migrated to before she was born

She is the spitting image of Buck. She’s got his smile, his nose—even has a birthmark to match his—except she’s got dark hair and dark eyes. I am obsessed with the idea of Maddie doubting that this kid is even her baby brother’s up until the moment she sees her and then she’s like 😳

Alicia is fluent in both Spanish and English. Truly a bilingual queen

She definitely prefers Spanish, though, and the first time Eddie meets her she is incredibly shy about it, and then Buck whispers something to Alicia in Spanish, which Eddie hears and is like “Oh worm?” And starts talking to her in Spanish and of course she’s immediately obsessed with him

Her favorite show is Bluey, her favorite movie is The Lion King

She wants to be a Paletera when she grows up, because paletas make people happy and she wants to make people happy

This isn’t necessarily about Alicia, but I’m obsessed with the idea of her grandparents HAAAAATING Buck. Even though Buck is like. The absolute best to them and Alicia—they just can’t get past Buck being the gringo who knocked up their baby girl and then ran away back to America

Until they meet Buck’s actual parents and then they both decide “Hm. You know what? Actually fuck them, you’re ours now” and Buck is so weirded out but ultimately thinks it’s sweet

I think it would be fun if Eddie somehow orchestrates the meeting of the Buckleys and Alicia’s parents lol just so he can show them that Buck has enough asshole parents in his life

Scenarios?? You want scenarios??? I GOT Scenarios (TM) just you WAIT BABEYYYY

So this one has been rattling around my brain for a while. Chris is 16, Buck and Eddie have been married for years at this point and Chris BEGS Buck and Eddie to teach him how to drive. And Eddie of course is so soooo wary about it because it’s Christopher, that’s his son. And he never wants to discourage his kid but with his disability there are some things that are just more dangerous for him to do

But of course, they both cave—Bucks does copious amounts of research, they make the necessary adjustments, get any accommodations and modifications needed. It takes a long while, but Chris gets his license! Yay! He can drive! With limitations of course. Only with a parent in the passenger seat, and with prior approval.

It would ideal (for me. The whump bitch) if maybe Chris got into an argument with Buck and Eddie before this whole next part. Because I said so ❤️ but basically they tell him he’s not allowed to go somewhere (maybe a party??) because both of them have to work and can’t drop him off and he’s like “I can drive myself!” and they’re like the fuck you can! Besides, he’s been begging them for more responsibility, so he offered to watch Alicia.

Alicia, in an attempt to cheer her brother up, talks him into taking her to see the latest paw patrol movie “And maybe we can even stop by that girl’s party afterward!” And Chris is pissed at his dads and sold

Meanwhile, back at the 126, things are relatively easy. Until they get a call for FD at a two car collision just off the highway. One vic is stuck behind the wheel of the car. Other car has two vics, both minors. One male teen, female child in the passenger seat

As they arrive in the scene, Buck starts venting to Eddie because “What the hell kind of parent is letting their little girl in the front seat of a car. Don’t they know that those airbags are death traps for kids?”

“Buck—”

“I’m just saying. Someone should talk to those parents, if this kid makes it out of here.”

“Buck.”

And finally Buck stops, grounded by Eddie squaring his shoulders and pointing him to the wreckage.

That’s their car.

The exact make and model and Buck doesn’t believe in god but he starts praying anyway as he and Eddie sprint to the car, that the license plate isn’t theirs.

It is. That’s their daughter in the passenger seat, bleeding and unconscious. That’s his kid behind the wheel, fighting against the firefighters trying to get him out of there, screaming for his sister. And then he’s looking at Buck, and his face just crumples.

And he collapses into Buck’s arms, a wet mess of sobs and apologies and Eddie is pulling Alicia’s body out of the passenger seat and checking her vitals and performing rescue breaths on her and Christopher is asking “What’s going on, what’s happening, what are they doing with her?” And Buck just holds him so Chris doesn’t have to watch

Anyway. I just think that would be really neat!

[eyeballmarshmallowtea]

Sherlock and CO

So you know I'm obsessed with BBC Sherlock? It doesn't stop there. I was reading fanfiction one day night when I came across the fandom tag 'Sherlock and Co'. I was intrigued and opened Podcasts to listen to it. I loved it instantly. It took me approximately a week to finish the 45 episodes available, and then I waited for the next ones. And every week I wait for the new ones.

Some memorable parts of the podcast for me (among many) are the parts that made me audibly gasp, causing my family to tell me to shut up and get off my phone. For example, when a shoutout was given to 'Professor James Moriarty' in Shoscome Old Place. I screamed and my sister thought I was dying. I love the modern adaption and how Sherlock and John are portrayed, and Mariana being the Mrs Hudson equivelent. I love the scene where Sherlock and John meet, and Sherlock has stabbed himself (for science, John!) to measure how excercise can relieve pain. I love it when they do weird things to get into places and to slove crimes, such as climbing trees or licking bedsheets or smuggling cats into performance venues. I love it when John's microphone breaks and they all turn into chipmunks, and when they do things together in Baker Street (and yes, I still hold out hope for a Johnlock canon adaption). This podcast, like BBC Sherlock, has also changed my life. it has made boring tasks like tidying and chores more exciting without being distracting (I used to watch shows while tidying). I listen on the way to school, and I leave early on Tuesdays to listen to the new episodes as soon as I can. And although my stupidly weird laugh gets me weird looks on the bus when something funny happens, it is always fun to walk down the street and see someone I know, and they ask me what I'm listening to, and I can grin and tell them that someone has just been stabbed or killed or similar. I like to watch the look of horror and fear cross their face.

I feel like Moriarty now, so on the subject, I cannot wait for him to properly appear on the podcast. I am the sort of person who loves Reichenbach angst so I await the podcast adaption eagerly.

Thank you, Sherlock and CO. You distracted me from watching the 13 episodes of BBC Sherlock on repeat, and gave me joy.

-Sophie