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Tomb of the Goshenite Stargazer Dragon - Chapter 4

SUBJECT MATERIAL WARNINGS FOR THIS FANFICTION ARE INCLUDED IN THE MASTERLIST POST OF MY BLOG AND THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THIS FANFICTION.

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Chapter summary: Faith, nude, is experiencing a lucid dream when Ra's, also nude, appears, and holds her left breast from behind while talking with Faith about how she could make this easier on everyone if she submitted to him. Faith reminds Ra's that it was a shared wet dream, and she follows her curiosity and sexual hormones, and allows Ra's to use her mouth. Before Ra's moves on to her vagina, the eight pairs of neon red eyes of a spider-demon appears in the darkness, and uses a tentacle to throw Ra's far into the sky. Faith flirts with the demon, who speaks Nerobzal, the language of the Nero Sprits of Faith's fictional galaxy, Thalassic Space, and they have sex using the demon's tentacles in Faith's mouth, vagina and anus. But Faith loses motivation and dispells the illusion, revealing to her that she had burned part of the forest near Wayne Manor, and is in shock.

Urania comes down from the sky in a beautiful cluster of stars within a beam of light, and scolds Faith, and inserts a finger into Faith's vagina to remove residue from the dream world to prevent a Nero Spirit from manifesting or possessing Faith. She leads Faith into the forest, where Batman was waiting, telling him to call if she's needed and Zatanna is unavailable, and they go to the mansion, where Urania departs. Stephanie waited inside, and helps Faith dress before making breakfast for the two girls, during which Faith tries to talk about her Fairy Persona, Solas, and her Mermaid Persona, Ønske, but instead talks about the alphabets and translation and pronunciation rules of Neofom and Nerobzal. Batman interrupts after this, saying they were late to the Belfry, and the girls put their dishes in the sink with water and leave with Batman. After Faith's training, while Barbara escorts Faith to the bathroom to shower while Tim and Stephanie prepare dinner, Dick reflects about the session, Ra's' actions earlier that day, and the other world-ending disaster that Ra's could initate with knowledge of its ritual. The Batkids eat dinner together, then Stephanie and Faith go upstairs to have some fun.

Fandoms: DC Comics, Batfamily, no Batcest, Thalassic Space (OC; takes inspiration The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Assassin's Creed: Black Flag, Silent Hill 2, Silent Hill 3, and other sci-fi, fantasy and horror titles, as well as original concepts, such as the science and lore of the galaxy.)

[In order of appearance] Characters: Faith Lawson (TBA; self-insert), Stephanie Brown (The Spoiler), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Tim Drake (Red Robin).

Word Count: 11570 (Back to having a long chapter due to how much dialogue I tend to write, WHOOPS.) 15439 (August 10 revision, HOLY SHIT, I mean of course it got longer 'cause I added part of Chapter 3 onto it, but HOT DAMN)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Content warnings: Nightmare related imagery, brief non-consensual breast holding, oral (male receiving), vaginal and anal teasing and penetration with a lucid dream manifested tentacle, face teasing (female receiving) with a lucid dream manifested tentacle, rough consensual vaginal and anal sex with a lucid dream manifested tentacle, dirty thoughts à la Dick Grayson about Faith's ass, thighs and boobs (it it may be slightly OOC, but then again... it's probably fine LOL)

I approached my high school that was also UNBC Prince George and the most horrifying yet thrilling indoor water park that could ever exist, taking large strides towards the front doors of the school and entering, slowing my pace as I neared the gymnasium hallway. The canteen to the left was open and tended by familiar faces, and to the right was a Japanese subway station clad in neon pink, and down that way, on the left side of the hall, was a McDonalds. The way its white, red and yellow lighting merged with the neon pink gave me a headache. I entered the gym, which no longer captured its appearance as I remembered it, basketball hoops, metal support structures, the laminate flooring and the bleachers with an opening to the locker hallway, and from there two stairs to the mezzanine, and displayed the water park with white tiles and blue tiles of various shades, cautionary signs on the floor and walls, and two massive pools that were probably from Vancouver or Surrey. I had flashes of going down the waterslide of too many impossible tubes, the drain-slide of doom, and the shocking feeling of my foster dad not quite catching me, and the curiosity of what would have remained if I had died, that day. Would my subconscious be trapped in the pool, or would it become one with the water and cease to exist?

I heard a man hum lustfully behind me. He slithered an arm over my left shoulder and cupped his hand around my breast. "Are you usually naked in your dreams?" It was Ra's, of course. I didn't even need to turn around to confirm that.

"No." I felt my body awaken as we were transported to the street in front of the high school at night, the yellow light of streetlamps keeping away the creatures and spirits that I couldn't name or describe, but the goosebumps on my skin had felt. Ra's had attracted an audience of Nero Spirits, and they would love a show. I rubbed my eyes and yawned while I said, "But, yawn, whenever I check what I'm wearing, or make any conscious effort to get information or change the Script, things break, and I wake up violently." Ra's hummed. "Are you bothering me because you've found my dragon tomb on Earth and want to tell me you're coming back for your new wife?"

"No, although I do very dearly want that. I was wondering if you could tell me how to get past that spider of yours so I can make that come true, and you won't have to worry about training for what would be a short, futile and rather painful battle, for you."

"Like hell I'm telling you that. Ra's, when I say, 'Stop, or it'll kill you', I mean it, and it won't be me who kills you."

"Oh, aha ha ha, how cute. You think anything in your little galaxy can hurt me or take my life?"

"You brought this upon yourself. You should have recognised how dangerous Platonia is, when you first stared into it. If you continue, and if you manage to defeat me, or whatever, I literally will be unable to stop what comes next until I'm resurrected, and Earth won't have much time for the heroes to gather the Four."

"What are you talking about?" Ra's said, curiously. He moved to stand in front of me. He was naked, too. I couldn't help how my face reacted, my lips parting and my eyes locking onto his cock, six inches and quite girthy. "You like what you see."

"I mean, I do like older men, and it was a shared wet dream."

"Then make this easier on yourself," R'as took hold of my shoulders, and forced me to my knees. His dick was becoming erect, and was close enough to my face that I could smell his pheromones. "And let me fuck you, Faith."

I was lost for words. And I was really curious. Also, it might make Ra's stop pursuing me. "I have a gag reflex, by the way." I said, taking his dick in my right hand and stroking it as I licked and kissed around his tip.

Ra's moaned in his throat. "Yes, mm. Why don't I help you with that?"

"I'm open to that." I said. Ra's started to insert his cock into my mouth, his left hand holding the back of my head. I sighed, my shoulders relaxing.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Better than my dildo. You have a pulse."

"Oh, yes. Relax, relax everything, and just breathe through your nose calmly. I'll do the rest."

"Do you want me to swallow?" I said, making eye contact.

"Yes."

Oh God, my hormones. "Mm, fuck me." I slackened my jaw, inhaling. R'as pushed his dick into my mouth, and as I gagged and my eyes fluttered, he laughed with a smug expression.

"Good?"

"Mhm." It kinda hurt and was really awkward, but holy shit if wasn't a good hurt.

"Good." Ra's said. He grunted, and began to fuck my face. I moaned and concentrated on the rough feeling of his cock using me like a fleshlight. Breathing through my nose was so, so awkward and uncomfortable for the first fifteen seconds.

"Yes, like that. You've got it, now." I moaned, and reached my arms to hold the back of Ra's' legs. "Yes, good. Good, girl."

Ra's persisted, never easing up on his treatment of my mouth, and I felt the wetness of my cunt, and imagined how it might smell with the scent of Ra's' dick in my face. "You're wet for me, Faith." Ra's said, sultrily. I nodded a little, softly moaning. "Are you going to get on your hands and knees so I can fuck your little pussy?" I moaned.

"Nanoz." Said a masculine voice from the darkness behind Ra's.

"What was that? What did he say?"

I pulled my face down, removing Ra's from my mouth. "He said 'no'."

"Who was that?" Ra's looked over his shoulder as eight pairs of neon red eyes appeared.

"The demon I call Nerobzal. I don't know his actual name."

"It isr toz' preciozuzsr phzozr yabozuz toz knanozwz, labozve." I fluttered my eyes and blushed. I looked at Ra's face. He looked pissed.

"He said, 'It is too precious for you to know, love'."

"Well, get in line, pal."

"I azmam thze labinane."

"He is the line." I said. Ra's scoffed.

"Iphz yabozuz ever tryab toz tozuzchz mamyab labozve azgazinan, I wzilab' give yabozuz pazinan eternanazlab."

"'If you ever touch my love again, I will give you pain eternal'." I translated.

Ra's scoffed louder. "No pain you could ever give would qualify as pain to me." The eight-eyed demon was silent. "Makes you think twice, doesn't it?" Six. "Your 'love' is my bitch now, you hear me? I'm going to take her home a-AAAAND!" Ra's was lifted into the air by a scraggly neon red arm with a clawed hand, and swung about in tight circles like Thor winding Mjölnir.

"Send him home, honey." I said, kindly.

"Glabazdlabyab." 'Gladly.' The eight-eyed demon threw Ra's, whose scream followed his body into the silence of the dark.

"And the next time he tries to search for my dragon tomb, hunt him, and do anything but kill him. Batman wouldn't be happy about that."

"Yabesr, I uznandersrtaznand. Wze mamuzsrt plabazyab bzyab thze ruzlabesr ozphz ozthzersr, srozmametimamesr." 'Yes, I understand. We must play by the rules of others, sometimes.'

"Thank you. Do you… want anything from me as payment for this?" The demon hummed seductively. I felt his voice vibrate throughout my body, and I moaned loudly, my torso suddenly so heavy that I had to bend forward, leaning on my arms with my ass raised as I looked into the highest pair of the demon's eyes. "Labet mame plabeazsre yabozuz phzozr thze timame wze hzazve labephzt." 'Let me pleasure you for the time we have left.'

"Oh, yes! Yes, please!" I opened my mouth wide, licking the air. Three neon red tentacles, each with a tip the size of a naval orange and growing in width as they disappeared into the darkness, and another lanky arm came from the shadows. One tentacle placed itself in front of my face, and I desperately licked it and used my lips and jaw to put it my mouth to suck on, moaning. The demon grumbled four times. "Does that feel good, honey?"

"Yabesr." 'Yes.' I continued licking and sucking on the tentacle as the other two slathered my feet in the demon's liquid. The two tentacles traced up my legs, covering them in slick. When they reached my ass, the two arms he had produced grabbed my ass cheeks tightly. I moaned, sticking my tongue out. The tentacle I had been sucking on playing with my tongue, and moved around my face.

"Ohhhh, yes, honey, yes. Use me, honey, use me!" I pleaded. The tentacle pushed itself into my mouth, and I relaxed my jaw as it entered, flickering around, making me drool onto the asphalt. The hands spread my ass cheeks, and the two tentacles teased my holes, around and in the beginning of each opening. I moaned and gasped in pleasure, looking into the highest pair of eyes, and the demon hummed to me.

The tentacle lingering around my cunt entered, and I released a long, sputtered moan around the tentacle in my mouth. "Yes! Ohhhh!" The tentacle in my pussy began to thrust, the liquids that began to fill me making my head light with ecstasy. I tilted my head to the right with the sensation, the tentacle in my mouth beginning to pass into my throat, and I moaned softly.

The tentacle near my ass hole plunged in. "OH!" I gasped, moving my head back suddenly, leaving behind the tentacle in my mouth. "Oh, fuck yeah!" The tentacle in my ass worked quickly. "Oh, yes, honey, yes!"

The demon's tentacle that had been in my mouth travelled around my face, and I grabbed onto it with my left hand to lick it. "Wzhzazt wzilab' yabozuz doz wzhzenan hze chazlab'enangesr yabozuz azphzter yabozuz hzazve received trazinaninang phzrozmam thze mamozrtazlabsr yabozuz hzazve bzephzrienanded?" 'What will you do when he challenges you after you have received training from the mortals you have befriended?'

"I will try to win."

"Wzhzat iphz yabozuz labozsre?" 'What if you lose?'

"Will I not wander the darkness and find you?"

"Yabozuz wzilab', iphz thzazt isr wzhzazt yabozuz truzlabyab wzaznant." 'You will, if that is what you truly want.' The demon moved the tentacle from my face to my breasts, bringing forth two more tentacles. "Bzuzt yabozuz azre nanozt wzhzozlab'yab mamazde phzozr mame, labozve." 'But you are not wholly made for me, love.' The new tentacles wrapped around my waist and upper right thigh, hoisting my leg. "Yabozuz azre mamozrtazlan." 'You are mortal.' The tentacle that was in my cunt moved rougher, but not violently, aiming downwards and making me moan.

"Oznanlabyab yabozuzr srpirit isr eternanazlab." 'Only your spirit is eternal.' I hummed in acknowledgement, nodding. "Iphz yabozuz wzaznandered thze dazrknanesr' wzithzozuzt cozmamplabete cozmam'itmamenant toz phozrever be boznanded wzithz mame, azsr thze Labazdyab Wzhzoz Srozuzghzt thze Azrmamsr ozphz az Nanightmamazre, yabozuz wzozuzlabd never labeazve Inanphzernanoz." 'If you wandered the darkness without complete commitment to forever be bonded with me, as the Lady Who Sought the Arms of a Nightmare, you would never leave Inferno.'

"Wze wzozuzlabd be tozgethzer inan thze Perimameter ozphz thze Naninanthz Circlabe, buzt yabozuz wzozuzlabd be uznanazblabe toz die toz beginan ozr enand Red Srtozrmam Eazrthz, mameaznaninang wze wzozuzlabd hzazve creazted thzazt srcenanazrioz phzozr nanothzinang, aznand Thzalabazsr'ic Srpazce wzozuzlabd labozse oznane ozphz itsr Plabazyabwzrighztsr. I doz nanozt thzinank yabozuz srhzozuzlabd sreek mame." 'We would be together in the Perimeter of the Ninth Circle, but you would be unable to die to begin or end Red Storm Earth, meaning we would have created that scenario for nothing, and Thalassic Space would lose one of its Playwrights. I do not think you should seek me.'

I sighed. "You're right. Ra's has learned about Red Storm Earth now, right?"

"Yabesr, hze hzazsr. I hzeazrd hzimam labazuzghz phzrozmam thze roz'mam wzhzere yabozuz aznand Azrgozphzazelab wzere labazid toz resrt. Hze szazid it wzazsr perphzect." 'Yes, he has. I heard him laugh from the room where you and Argophael were laid to rest. He said it was perfect.'

"Thanks for letting me know. If I lose, Red Storm Earth will have to be ended, as it normally would."

"Yabesr. Aznand I wzilab' azccept mamyab rozlabe azsr oznane ozphz thze demamoznansr yabozuz mamuzsrt depheazt." 'Yes. And I will accept my role as one of the demons you must defeat.'

I nodded, and raised my cheeks to smile. "Oh, to finally see the climax of Thalassic Space!"

"Yabesr, it wzilab' bze quzite thze srpectazclabe." 'Yes, it will be quite the spectacle.' I nodded more. "I labike thze nanazme yabozuz gazve mame, labozve. It hzazsr aznan inanteresrtinang buzt srimamplabe ozriginan." 'I like the name you gave me, love. It has an interesting but simple origin.'

"Thank you. You won't leave me after this, will you?"

The demon laughed. "Nanoz. Wze hzazve beenan tozgethzer phozr srix hzuznandred aznand eighztyab srevenan yabeazrsr, aznand I hzozpe wze azre tozgethzer phzozr srix hzuznandred aznand eighztyab srevenan mamozre. Azsr equzazlab creaztive maminandsr wzhzoz srozmametimamesr mameet toz hzazve srex, inan dreazmamsr." 'No. We have been together for six hundred and eighty seven years, and I hope we are together for six hundred and eighty seven more. As equal creative minds who sometimes meet to have sex, in dreams.'

"Hm," I smiled. "This isn't a dream."

"Nanoz, it isr nanozt az dreazmam. Raz'sr azlab Ghzuzlab creazted az pazthz ozuzt ozphz thze tozmamb azsr hze phzlabed, wzhzenan hze wzozke mame phzrozmam mamyab wzeb aznand reazlabisred mamyab srize aznand pozwzer. I phzozlab'ozwzed hzimam toz az mamaznansrioznan aznand enantered thze roz'mam yabozuz srlabept inan azsr hzisr shzazdozwz. Wzhzenan hze remamozved hzisr clabozthzesr, I mamozved bozthz ozphz yabozuz hzere. I wzazited phzozr hzimam toz be nanuzde sroz hze cozuzlabd phzyabsricazlab'yab phzeelab mamyab Lawbzal, wzhzenan I grazbbed hzimam." 'No, it is not a dream. Ra's al Ghul created a path out of the tomb as he fled, after he woke me from my web and realised my size and power. I followed him to a mansion and entered the room you slept in as his shadow. When he removed his clothes, I moved both of you here. I waited for him to be nude so he could physically feel my Lawbzal, when I grabbed him.'

"Cool! Big, strong demon!" I giggled.

The demon hummed. "I azmam sroz veryab phzozrtuznanazte toz hzazve phzozuznand srozmameoznane sroz kinand, bzeazuztiphzuzlab aznand inantelab'igenant toz hzazuznant." 'I am so very fortunate to have found someone so kind, beautiful and intelligent to haunt.'

I smiled with my cheeks. "I'm glad to have met you in person, in this life. And I'm glad that we love each other."

"I azmam glanazd phzozr thzazt, toz', labozve. Nanozwz, hzozlabd oznan. Labet mame phzinanisrhz inan yabozuz." 'I am glad for that, too, love. Now, hold on. Let me finish in you.' I hummed, eagerly. "Labet mame cozmamplabete yabozuzr wzisrhz, aznand I wzilab' tazke mamyab pazyabmamenant." 'Let me complete your wish, and I will take my payment.'

"Let's do it, honey." I said, cheerfully. The demon pushed the tentacle in my vagina as far as it could go. I laid on my stomach from the overwhelming situation. "Oh! Oh, oh!"

"Isr thzazt toz' mamuzchz?" 'Is that too much?'

"Oh, I think you're right against my cervix, please try not to go further, it hurts as it is, and I don't think I would enjoy a dance with death that intimately."

"Veryab wzelab', labozve." 'Very well, love.' The tentacles continued to pump into my pussy and ass. But I was having trouble staying in the fantasy, and three seconds later, I released the illusion. I laid on a small clearing in the forest near Wayne Manor, and my solar magic had melted the snow and scorched the grass, and six layers of trees had been turned to ash.

"Oh my God, I did that!"

A cluster of golden stars spanning fifty kilometres (31 miles) gathered in the sky, and from the cluster came a golden beam of light that shot to the ground, four feet away from me. Urania must have given a Celestial Globe to Batman or the League. "Daughter," She said melodically, as she closed the distance, standing with her arms on her hips at my feet. "Were you not only pretending to have self-cestuous intercourse with your Animus in the forest, but role-playing as demon-spider and its wench?"

"Yes." I said, sitting up and crossing my legs. "I don't feel sick anymore, though."

"Tsk. Do you need me to look at your vagina and make sure you are not dying?"

"No, Mother. I lost motivation, just now. I didn't finish, or penetrate myself too deeply."

"Good. Still, I will clean you of any residue from the Dream World on Paper so that no Nero Spirit possesses or follows you." Urania knelt before me, and inserted a finger into my vagina. A soothing warmth captivated my body. Five seconds later, Urania removed her finger, and wiped it on her toga. "Oh, look at what you have done, in two minutes! You know how quickly your O-star eye burns everything around you, if you have lucid or waking fantasies without supervision! We are fortunate you had a sexual fantasy only involving yourself and your Animus instead of a destructive one like Red Storm Earth!"

"Yes, Mother. I'm sorry, I was dreaming and forgot I'm not on Earth-33 anymore, and that I have magic now."

"Mhm." Urania nodded firmly.

"I should have recognised the illusion I created, but I didn't because I wanted the fantasy so badly."

Urania held my hands in hers. "I know why you fell into the design of your subconscious, sweetheart. You are a lonely woman, and yes, most fault lays with your foster parents and some with your adoptive parents for not guiding you or talking to you about the how and why of relationships so you could at least use that knowledge to better your life. This was true during your life as a demigoddess, too. This dilemma of loneliness is also in part your fault, in this life. You understand the rules of monogamy, and the reasons for those rules, but when presented with online dating, you broke the rules of trust and exclusivity. You have not dated since August of last year, though that was two boyfriends later."

"Yeah." I exhaled. "Yeah. I keep making myself fictional love interests, but it never has, and never will, fill the hole I made."

"Precisely. Tell me, how did it actually feel to have intercourse with your Animus, in that form? What did your narration not describe?"

"I felt the strange, heightened sensation of having sex in a dream, but it went on for too long. That's when I remembered I don't have any real experience to base the scenario on. My depression broke me out of it, and, uh, I think that's fortunate."

"Yes, you are fortunate that your consciousness remembered its truth, albeit heavy on your emotions and health." I nodded, looking down. Urania sighed and lifted my chin with her left hand. "Ulia, I know you were only trying to please yourself and not have to ask for help. You have always had a hard time asking for help, even as a demigoddess. But this is something you should ask for help with. You are very lucky that your Animus has a tether of five kilometres (3 miles) to your physical location so that this short-sighted decision could not take you into the city, where all of the world would have beared witness to your debauchery and the natural horrors that the solar fire and gravitational vaccum sealed in your eyes that you were gifted to use for creation by your father can bring. Ask for help, next time. And not just when you need to be touched."

"Yes, Mother." I said, meekly. "I will ask for help, next time."

"Thank you. And I better see it! I do not want to see you put yourself in any more compromising situations, situations that will make the people who are supposed to trust you doubt your intentions, who you want to use your powers for, why you want to use magic, and I know this is especially important to you right now, why you are worthy of being Batgirl, if part of the Batfamily at all." I frowned as Urania said the last clause of her argument.

"You're right." I said, defeated but not broken. "I won't do this again."

"Thank you, Faith. Thank you." The second time, softly. Urania inhaled, stood up by pushing on her knees, and offered her left hand. I lifted my cheeks in a smile, and accepted the help to stand. "Let's get you back inside." We walked into the forest, where the grass became snow.

"Thank you for coming to help, Mother."

"It was my pleasure, Ulia." Urania wrapped her left arm around my right, and leaned close to whisper into my right ear, "When you do have sex with a penis, your IUD, Kyleena, won't do anything because of your reawakened spirit." I groaned into a laugh, smiling. Urania laughed in the way a mother who knows she's won would. "I love you." She said, melodically.

"I love you too, Mother." I said, kindly, and leaned into Urania, smiling with my cheeks and eyes. Urania hummed, pleased, and moved her weight away from me.

"Is all well, Batman?" Urania said, looking to her right. I inhaled and looked that way, and saw Batman emerge from the snowy trees.

"Yes. The only thing affected was the clearing, and those trees."

"Good. Her flu has been conquered, so I expect you will give her a meal and proceed with training?"

"Yes."

"Good. If she does anything like this again, but in the city, and you for whatever reason do not want to ask for Zatanna's assistance, or are unable to have her aid, please summon me with the Celestial Globe that I gifted you."

"I will, Urania. Thank you."

"Thank you, as well. For your patience, this morning, certainly." Urania said. Batman hummed. We reached the front yard. "All right, daughter. I will leave you, now. Until next time. Please try to behave yourself."

"Yes, Mother." I said, blushing bright red. "Thank you, Mother." Urania sighed with content. A smile came to her face, and she hugged me. I returned the hug, and several seconds later, Urania separated her body from mine.

"I will be on my way." Urania left for the sky the same way she appeared.

"Come on, Faith." Batman said, and walked with me inside the mansion.

"You're friggin' crazy, girl!" Said a feminine voice from upstairs. I looked, and there was—

"Stephanie!" I called out, beaming. Stephanie was not in costume, and leaned against the centre railing of the great hall stairs.

"Hi, crazy!" Stephanie replied. I laughed. "So like, you pretended to fuck your male-self, and you went out in the cold snow naked?"

"Yeah. I mean, I was sleeping naked, so."

"Faith!" Stephanie parkoured over the railing, and came towards me and Batman. "Faith, Faith, Fa-hey-haith." She put her hands on my shoulders with a smug grin. "You're crazy." I laughed. "And I will eat you out, tonight."

"Stephanie." Said Batman.

"Shut it, Bruce. Let's get you not naked, some food in your stomach, and then we'll get you to the Belfry."

"Oh-kay." I said, in my silly-time-at-work voice.

"OK?" Stephanie tilted her head forward, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, OK." I said, normally, with a light laugh.

"OK!" Stephanie linked her right arm with my left, and tried to skip, finding immediate resistance. "La—! Hey, why—?"

"I can't skip, either."

"Oh, right! Physical disability! You can't do shit, right now! I'm sorry."

"It's OK." I said, laughing. "We'll just walk, briskly, like the gays do."

"YES!" Stephanie and I began to walk at a fast pace. "Yes, we will walk briskly, like the gays do!"

"Woo hoo!"

"WOO!" Stephanie and I laughed. I heard a little something from Batman.

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Faith and Stephanie entered the guest bedroom, and Faith searched in her dufflebag for something to wear. She chose black leggings and a full-length sleeved olive green shirt, vivid blue boxer briefs, a light blue sports bra, and black socks. Stephanie looked at the contents of the bag without touching anything. "Hm, you like earthy and jewel tones, eh?" Faith had brought a short-sleeved olive green shirt, a burgundy tank top, a dark blue shirt with a large rose pattern, two purple shirts, one full-sleeved and the other a T-shirt, and a brown tank top. She had brought two other pairs of black leggings, two pairs of black shorts, a grey pair of shorts, a pair of dark grey jogging pants, and a brown skirt that caught Stephanie's eye. Faith had brought two weeks' worth of black or dark coloured boxer briefs and a handful of loose-fitting bikini briefs, also black or dark coloured, black and grey socks, a pink sports bra and a purple sports bra that were the same style as the one Faith had picked to wear, and a grey sports bra with spaghetti straps and two darker shades of grey and black making a pattern of small lines.

"Yeah." Faith said, putting on the undergarments she picked. "Check out that brown skirt with the brown tank top, that's my favourite outfit."

"Yeah, I was looking at the skirt, lemme get a better look at it." Said Stephanie. She produced the item, letting it unfurl. "Ooh! That is so cuuuute!"

"Right? Thrift store find, along with the top I pair with it."

Stephanie pulled out the top, and gasped, seeing the dark olive green crochet work on its front. "Oh, that's so cute! I bet you look fabulous in it, with the skirt."

"Oh yeah!" Faith said, putting on the shirt she had chosen. "They look so good together that I get asked if it's a dress, and then I pull on the top of the skirt to show it's a skirt."

"Oh yeah." Stephanie said. Faith pulled on the leggings. "All good?"

"Uh, lemme brush my hair and wash my face."

"Sure, baby." Faith's cheeks reddened as they rose to smile, and Stephanie smiled in acknowledgement. 'I don't think she's ever been flirted with by a girl. This must be really special to her. Don't fuck this up, Steph!' Faith picked up the black vented hairbrush in her bag, strode to the bathroom, and went to work. "You're being so rough to your hair!"

"Yeah, well, if the curls win, it's a rat's nest, except for some parts in the back and front that stay curly."

"Mind if I help?"

"Sure!" Faith said, extending her right arm backwards. Stephanie entered the bathroom and accepted the brush. "I haven't had someone else brush my hair in a long time, that would feel nice."

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Stephanie said, beginning to gently work the brush through Faith's hair.

"I'm getting it dyed, on Thursday."

Stephanie gasped. "Ooh, what colour?"

"Red."

"Ooh, that'll look nice! Are you just getting it on what's grown out for a bit of an ombre look, or are you getting it all bleached and dyed, or just some streaks that'll get done?"

"What's grown out, plus a bunch of streaks."

"Nice!"

"Yeah. It'll be bright, but when I do it again, it'll be burgundy."

"Oh, that's going to look amazing on you."

"Mhm." Faith nodded, humming and smiling with her cheeks.

"You should let Bruce know, so he can make your costume match!"

"Oh, I will."

"Good." Stephanie continued brushing Faith's hair for another minute, then dangled the brush over Faith's right shoulder.

"Oh, you can put it back in my bag, if you want."

"Sure." Stephanie exited the bathroom, and Faith opened the cupboard under the sink. She found a white face cloth, and ran it under hot water as Stephanie returned. "You don't use soap, or anything?"

"Eh, I use a face-cleaning wipe in the evening, if I feel gross or put on makeup for once, but this is usually enough to wake me up." Faith wrung out the cloth and applied it to her face.

Stephanie laughed. "You're not already?"

"Sorry, should've said "clean my eyes". I get eye mucus pretty bad."

"Oh yeah. So you don't sleep well?"

"No. Even with my meds, it takes about three hours if I'm on my phone, which I usually am, just to watch a YouTube video." Faith folded the cloth, and set it on the edge of the sink. She walked out of the bathroom with Stephanie, towards the door to the hallway. "It takes two, or less, like, sometimes I'm asleep in the first half hour, if I'm really tired and just need background ambiance."

"What do you like to watch to help you sleep?" Stephanie asked, as Faith opened the door, the pair leaving the bedroom. Stephanie closed the door, and the girls went downstairs.

"People playing or talking about video games, horror analysis videos, be it about a movie, game or what have you, and now and then I'll watch something funny. I usually gravitate towards whatever SMOSH uploads I've missed."

"Oh yeah. You like their modern stuff?"

"I like their modern cast, yeah." The two crossed the open part of the hallway, passing the great hall stairs and nearing the reception room. "I think they're funny, and they seem friendly enough. Sometimes I watch a MARVEL movie on Disney+, or an episode of Young Justice, Justice League or Justice League: Unlmited on my TELETOON+ subscription through Amazon Prime."

The girls rounded the corner, to the right, walking through the servery to a narrow hallway, and taking the first door on the left to the kitchen. "Have you watched the Netflix Gotham show yet?"

"I watched two seasons, I think? I forget where I left off. I thought it was really good." Faith opened the door to the kitchen, Stephanie following and closing it.

"It was! Whatchu in the mood for?" They stood near the island.

"Good question, my stomach doesn't like eggs, but it does like hashbrowns and meat."

"How do you usually cook your eggs?"

"Uh, well-cooked? The yolk is hard. I flip it over to cook it."

"That's over-hard. Have you tried scrambled?"

"That's sort of how I make an omlette? It doesn't make a difference."

"Maybe your tummy just doesn't like eggs."

"Yeah, it doesn't like lactose or gluten, either."

"Well, that's a bummer."

"Gluten is more of just a pasta thing though. I feel bloated, and if it's not cooked all the way and I don't eat carefully, it gets stuck in my eusophagus and I have to puke so I can breathe again."

"Aw! Why do you eat like that, then?"

"'Cause I'm usually trying to get back to writing, or solely watching whatever I was watching."

"Ohhh, OK."

"Also yes, gluten and sugar are why I'm overweight."

Stephanie clicked her tongue. "Hey. Your weight is just fine, Faith."

"I mean, I guess it is, but my joints and feet don't like it. I can stand for even less time because of my weight."

"Hm. And I guess you don't work out because of your disability."

"Yep, that's the thing."

"Aw, that sucks. Well, we'll take it slowly with you, and we'll get you into a shape that works for you!"

Faith lifted her cheeks to smile. "Thanks."

"So, no egg?"

"Well, I do need the iron."

"Meat has iron."

"Honestly, with my anxiety today, anything I eat this morning might not stick with me."

"Ah, that's why your stomach doesn't like eggs, or breakfast, I'm guessing, in a more broad term."

"Yeah." Faith nodded.

"Well, you should still eat." Faith nodded more. "How about I do the cooking, and you do the dishes?"

"Sure!"

"OK, have a seat at the island." Stephanie said, walking to the fridge as Faith rounded the corner of the island.

"Yeah, no."

"'No', what?" Stephanie placed ingredients from the fridge on the counter.

"I can't sit here." Faith sounded stressed. "They're too tall, and they don't have backs. My back'll get sore, and I'll have anxiety from sitting high up."

"You know we're gonna work on that, right?"

"I know."

"Oh, who am I kidding? There's a little table set, over in the corner, baby." Stephanie obtained a frying pan from the cabinets.

"Oh yeah, I saw." Faith went and sat at the table.

Stephanie laughed, turning on the burner. "Why didn't you just go there instead of stopping to have a panic attack about the stools?"

"Because I always make things difficult for myself."

"I think you told me that before." Stephanie opened the butter plate and cut into the butter with a spatula, plopping it on the pan.

"Oh, probably. If not, you figure it out pretty fast, from knowing me."

"Yep." Stephanie turned and leaned her back on the counter as the burner heated up.

"Haven't watched Titans, and I think I'll keep holding off on that."

"Yeah." Stephanie and I laughed. "Do you have a favourite Batman or DC movie?"

"Ooh, honestly? I thought Matt Reeves' The Batman nailed what it was going for. It was nice to see Robert Pattinson have a role that he was good at, well, at least I think he was good at." Stephanie turned to move the melting butter on the pan. "Sure, you could argue he's missing the massive build that Batman has, but he got the eye expression and mannerisms pretty spot-on, and they actually wrote Batman to care for people, that time. I'm looking forward to the next one."

"Nice." Stephanie cracked two eggs on the edge of the pan, and opened their contents onto the butter, tossing the egg shells into a green plastic bin beside a wood panelled bin under the island.

"I haven't watched any other DC film besides the first Aquaman movie with Jason Momoa."

"Oh, OK." Stephanie stabbed one of the yolks, and reached into a cupboard for seasonings. "What seasonings do you like?"

"Garlic, and a little bit of seasoning salt."

"OK!"

"It wasn't bad, honestly. Yes, seeing a whore with no common sense made me wanna eat her intestines every time she was on screen,"

"Pffft, oh my God, Faith! Savage!" Stephanie was placing bacon on the pan.

"Oh, bacon?"

"Yeah, you don't like it?"

"I'm picky with it. Do you have something else? Like Canadian bacon, or sausages?"

"I think I saw sausages in there, yeah." Stephanie sealed the Ziploc bag that held the package of bacon, and went into the fridge. "Yep! How many do you want?"

"Two, please!"

"And how much hashbrown?"

"Oh, it's the cut up kind?"

"Yep. Is that OK?"

"Yeah! I usually buy the patties. Um, but go with about a quarter of a cup."

"Sure, baby." Faith exhaled happily, Stephanie watching her happy expression and smiling back before focusing on opening the Ziploc bag containing the package of sausages and placing two on the pan.

"But she could have been a worse actress. She did the minimum, but I know sure as fucking shit that Mera deserved better."

"That's for sure." Stephanie leaned her back against the counter, glancing at the pan.

"I think a new star with the same beauty and a lot more talent would've made all the difference."

"Oh, absolutely."

"But other than that, it was not a waste of my time. It scratched the itch I had of a decent underwater fantasy adventure, but the itch was still there."

"Ooh, nice way of putting it."

"I hear Lost Kingdom was a mess, and I don't wanna waste my time when I could read something on Tumblr or AO3 that would be so much better."

Stephanie laughed, and turned to flip the eggs and meat. "Do you mostly reblog DC and MARVEL stuff?"

"Mostly DC, and now and then a smut fic with the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare or 2023's Mortal Combat 1 men."

"Pffft!"

"I have a type, but I also don't. It depends on what the horny needs." I laughed.

Stephanie removed the food sealing clip from the bag of hashbrowns and shook its opening over the pan. "Sorry, but I'm eyeballing this."

"Oh no, that's fine, I do that too."

"I couldn't see what you were doing, after your shadow-spider-demon disappeared and there was a beam that came down from a cluster of really pretty stars," Stephanie turned to Faith as she replaced the clip on the bag. "Which, hey, um, why did it have tentacles?"

"Because I wanted tentacles. My Animus is a shapeshifting Neo Spirit."

"Right, OK." Stephanie put away everything into the fridge. "Are you still a virgin, though?"

"Yeah, it was just an illusion."

"Ah."

"You know how, when you hump something, for me it's my bed or maternity pillow,"

Stephanie choked on air. "Yeah."

"Your body like, really gets into the fantasy?"

"Mhm."

"It was like that, but it was me and the ground."

"Ah, OK. How did you not wake up while crawling out of the window à la Kayako into the cold snow when the sun was just barely rising and then scampering off I think almost 1000 feet away to then hump and not only melt the snowy ground, but burn it along with a bunch of trees?"

Faith laughed with Stephanie. "Expert-level Dreamer mages, really meaning you have the skills equivalent to twenty years of training, are able to be so entranced by their own spells that they won't wake up without outside interference. But, like with sleep-walking, you must only wake a Dreamer if they're about to harm themselves, another living being, or a residential building, or have already done so. The best way to do this is with your voice and gentle physical contact, though the latter may not be effective or safe for the interrupter, and the former may not be effective with a normal voice. This is one of the reasons that Dragon Kin who can use the Thu'um and merfolk who can use the Mother Chords are so useful in Thalassic Space."

"Ooh, so someone like you, or a mermaid?"

"Dragon Kin include Dragon Form, Dragon Skin and Dragon Born people. Each are self-explanatory. Merfolk are, too, but some are born directly from Mother Mermaid and are called Mother-Born, and some Dragon Kin are direct offspring from Father Dragon and are, of course, called Father-Born. I'm not either of them."

"Oh, OK. I was gonna ask, 'cause that sounds cool!" Stephanie turned off the burner, reached up into a cupboard for plates and down into a drawer for cutlery, and filled the plates with food. "Do you want juice, milk, no, sorry, no milk for you," Faith laughed. Stephanie chortled. "Or just water?"

"What kind of juice is there?"

"Uh, let's see." Stephanie looked in the fridge. "Orange, apple, and peach mango."

"Orange."

"Same." Stephanie grabbed the jug and placed it on the counter. "Do you want a big glass or a little one?"

"Eh, a little one." Stephanie located a tall glass and a short glass from the cupboards, and filled them, then put the juice back. She brought the plates over, a fork on each plate, then the glasses of juice, Faith saying 'thank you' each time. "Wow, you've got really good table manners."

"For that part." Faith said, cutting the burnt pieces of egg away with her fork as Stephanie sat in a chair across from her. "Everything else I take after my dad, R-I-P."

"Pfft." Stephanie cut into her egg, and ate it. "So you eat like a redneck?"

"I eat like I'm in a hurry, again because I've got things to do,"

"Mhm."

"And because of my little arms and how I can move my wrists," Faith put down her fork and touched the area of her forearm above her wrists on the underside of her arms with the pinkie and ring finger of both hands. Stephanie's jaw opened. "I sometimes make messes when moving things. Even at work, that's how I drop stuff. Plus, having small hands." Faith cut into her egg, this time to eat it.

"I see." Stephanie chuckled, eating more egg. "What does that feel like?"

"It feels like I'm pulling on a muscle. My wrists are little sore, now, but it's not bad." Faith shook out her hands, and massaged the underside of her forearms.

"Are you flexible elsewhere?" Faith scooted back her chair, held her left foot with her right hand, and held it up to her head, her back barely having shifted. "Damn! Not bad."

"Yeah, my leg ain't straight, but it can go there."

"Nice. So really, the only issues here are your hypotonia, scoliosis, and your weight."

"No, my deformed feet, too."

"Right. I saw, when you were walking around naked. It looks painful."

"Only when I walk for too long, or I bump it against something."

"Right, I think you said that in the group chat." The two were silent, for about ten seconds. "Oh, how does your Fairy Persona work? 'Cause your Mermaid Persona works with your magic pearl, right?"

"Yep! Do you remember her name?" Faith drank some juice, then began eating her sausages.

Stephanie paused, chewing bacon. "I don't think you said that, in the group chat."

"Oh yeah. It's Ønske. And my Fairy Persona is named Solas."

"Ønske. What's that mean?"

"Desire."

"Ooh. Does they have their own stories, like your Dragon Persona?"

"Solas was earned by my demigoddess self after she saved some people for Danu, the Celtic Fairy Queen. Sunrise coloured wings until a new moon, then black and sparkly.”

Stephanie hummed with a mouth full of food, and swallowed to talk. “Cool!”

“And Ønske’s story is Anastasia, but in Thalassic Space."

Stephanie gasped. "I love that movie!"

"Honestly, who doesn't? Losers, that's who."

"Real."

"People who don't like musicals."

"True."

"And probably some guy named Daren."

"Ha! Some guy named Daren, ha ha!"

"No offense to my uncle Daren, he's a nice guy, I'm talking about the neckbeard Daren."

"Mhm."

Faith rested her fork, still in her hand, on the plate, just before she move onto the hashbrowns. She looked into Stephanie's eyes, making the other pause. "Do you want me to try and tell Ønske’s story, or is that enough for now?" Faith released her fork, and drank juice.

"Yes! Yes, I want to know the story, hee hee hee." More of a cackle than a giggle. Stephanie stabbed some hashbrowns and ate them. Faith giggled at Stephanie's cackle. "Ønske was born on planet Bafsina, meaning 'basin' in Neofom." She began to eat hashbrowns, too.

"What's that?"

"Oh, I think I only told this to Bruce, so I'll say it again. Man, I hope the others read the lore from TSRPG so I won't have to say this a third time. You know the rule for repeating exposition, in stories, right?"

"Yep! Three times is the max, unless you want your readers to get annoyed and bored."

"Unless it's for comedic affect."

"True."

"Neofom is the language of Neo Spirits, who are the opposite of Nero Spirits, who speak Nerobzal, and originate from the Suspensions of a person's Soul Bridge, while Nero Spirits are from the Underside. They represent self-love, dreams, and good memories, and again, Nero Spirits are the opposite."

"And you said your Animus is a Neo Spirit?"

"Yes. My Shadow would be a Nero Spirit. My Ego, which is just me, is the Canon Spirit."

"Oh, so the Map of the Soul is part of the lore, too?"

"Yeah, it helps to explain what everything is in terms that people would be more familar with."

"Who are 'people'?"

"The future readers of my novels."

"Ohhhh, oh, of course, sorry."

"It's fine." Faith chuckled. "Oh, I should say, though, since Bruce is definitely listening right now,"

"Yep."

"Argophael was speaking Nerobzal."

"He was?"

"Yes, but in character, because we were role-playing."

"Oh, OK. So Neo and Nero Spirits know each other's languages."

"Yes, and there's a petty rivalry over which is more natural for the Soul Bridge born Spirits of Thalassic Space to speak. As a reminder, and please repeat this to everyone, when anyone is doubting if I'm doing this to torment people, or if the Spirits are actually in control: the characters of Thalassic Space, meaning those named in the novel, are all Actors of the Rondo Theatre, and some come from the other eight Theatres that are run by the other muse children. All of us are friends and colleagues, and most of us are dead, in a coma, or are lucid dreaming. The only person, right now, who could potentially ruin the Theatres and their Actors is Ra's."

"Right. I'll remember that, Faith, thanks." Faith nodded. "Can you run me through the alphabet of each language, if that's not too complicated?"

"Sure! It's just a letter substitution language. Each has twenty-six letters, like the English alphabet. Rule number one: when writing and speaking either language, if you would repeat a translated letter, you do not write or speak the second letter, and put an apostrophe in the place of the second, and speak a light exhale, like," Faith vocalised a short exhale through her mouth. "Which you would right out as h, if you were to substitute the apostrophe for a letter." Stephanie mimicked the exhale. "Yes, just like that."

"Cool!"

"Rule number two: when reading or speaking either language, keep the tone of the word in English while merging the pronunciation of the translated letter, unless it conflicts with the tone of the syllable in the translated language. For example, mommy and daddy in Neofom is mam-ot-mam'-yab af-nad dafd-dyab. Note how the translated words now have more syllables, as we are wanting to speak each translated letter, secondly, that the expected e sound associated with the letter y becomes the translated letter entirely, which is common but not always applicable, hence why we keep in mind the tone of the word in English to guide how we speak a translated word, and third, that the accent and pace becomes breathy, slowed, and romantic, in the case of Neofom, or intimidating, in the case of Nerobzal. This is also meant to evoke memories of the bonds between Neofom and Neo Spirits, and Neofom when used in Elevifeb spells, as it is with Nerobzal and Nero Spirits, and Nerobzal when used in Eledisfeb spells.”

"I think you lost me, there."

"Oh, that's fine. It's in the planning document. I think the only people in the group that this will be interesting to are Bruce and Tim."

"Yeah." Stephanie laughed with Faith.

"So, for Neofom: af, spelled a-f, in reference to the word after, b, c, d, e, ph (fuh), spelled p-h, pronounced like the Vietnamese pho, again referencing the word after," Stephanie hummed. "G, ho, 'cause Santa, and yes, spelled h-o," Stephanie giggled. "K, la, chosen because it's a melodic word, ma, associated with motherhood, na, sounds like the babble of a baby, ot (oht), spelled o-t, and you say the o like a Skyrim Nord, not aught,"

Stephanie giggled more. "Not aught, OK."

"And chosen because the English word it sounds like, oat, of course, is associated with deities of agriculture, p, q, r, si (sigh), not see, because when you first come to the North Pole, you will sigh in relief that you are literally in the safest place in the galaxy,"

Stephanie hummed. "Wow, two Santa Claus references."

Faith giggled. "I dunno if I told you this, or Bruce, or none of you, but Santa is one of the eldest three Astral and Ebony Giant Elves, specifically an Astral Giant Elf. Do you know who Nerobzal is?"

"Yeah, he's the big bad of Thalassic Space, right?"

"Yes. Do you remember what his angel name was?"

"Uh. Uh."

"I'll take that as a no. It was Erophael, like ey-ro."

"Erophael. And your Animus is Argophael."

"Yes. Do you know what Argo was, in Greek Mythology?"

"Uh. No." Stephanie heaved a laugh. "I'm so sorry!" She swallowed the last of her hashbrowns, and drank more juice.

"Oh, it's fine. It was a ship built with the help of the gods that Jason and the Argonauts sailed from Iolcos to Colchis to retrieve the Golden Fleece. Part of the main novel is supposed to be an analogy of that because Thalaassic Space has pirates, and the captain who sails some of the main characters from Canada to England has a similar life story." Faith finished her meal. "Her deadname was Jason." Faith chuckled.

Stephanie laughed. "Oh, OK. Cool! Are there lots of trans and gender-queer people in your stories?"

Faith nodded. "Oh yeah, lots of 'em."

"Is ero Greek, too?"

"It has multiple meanings. In Creek, it means squirrel. In Esperanto, it means 'a bit, a single element, piece or component of a large mass or collection'. And in Finnish, it means 'difference, distinction,' is an ellipsis of avioero, meaning 'divorce', and also 'resignation, discharge, dismissal, separation, parting, and rid'. All relevant to who Erophael was, and became as Nerobzal."

"Huh. Wow, that's really well-thought out."

"Honestly, I typed out something that sounded like Argophael, and then I discovered it meant all those things, so I've kept it."

"Is that how you come up with everything?"

"Yep!"

Stephanie went limp in her chair, jaw open. Faith laughed. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, most of the lore is me picking up a random thing from either Norse, Greek or Egyptian mythology, and rarely Buddhism and ancient Chinese mythology, even though Vishnu and the Four Symbols are most powerful, I don't actually have much fleshed out for them. I see if it fits, and try again if it doesn't. I usually get it right on the first or second try. And I connect things as I go, taking inspiration from my actual dreams and from all the media that I like, all so that people can both find familiar things and new things when they discover Thalassic Space."

"That is brilliant and so fucking cool, Faith!"

"Thank you! Uh, where was I? Oh! ut (ooht), like in root, v, wa (wah), like the baby from the "Look at the little baby" asdfmovie,"

"Wah!" Stephanie giggled.

"Wah!" Faith giggled. "X, yl (yihl), z."

"Mm, no footnotes for yl? Also, I wanna see all this written out, so I can see it in my mind."

"Yeah, nothing to note about yl. Also, uh, sure, I didn't bring my phone with me, though."

"I did! Here, lemme give you my Notes app." Stephanie produced her phone, unlocked and interacted with it, and offered it to Faith.

"Thank you."

"Mhm!" Faith typed on the phone. She set it down on the table.

"Ohhh, OK, I see. You even typed out the other language, and labelled them for me."

"As you can see, for Nerobzal: az (ahz), which doesn't have lore relevance but is supposed to sound like Black Speech from The Lord of the Rings,"

"Hell yeah!"

"Bz, which is literally part of the word-slash-name Nerobzal, c, d, e, phz, the sound of insect demons, collectively called The Hive, and is where lots of the rape porn comes from,"

"Eugh."

"Yeah, as a monster fucker, I actually fear infestation. The phallic parts I'm OK with, but they're always too big, and then there's the whole nesting part, and I just," Faith shuddered with her whole upper body. "Nope. No thank you. Sex is not supposed to be painful or life-endangering, much less non-consensual."

"Damn right."

"Next is g, hz, again, insect noise, k, lab, mam, nan, all three are Black Speech inspired, oz, which, if you say awz instead of ohz, fuck you," Faith said, casually. Stephanie guffawed. "P, q, r, sr (sir), which is relevant lore-wise because sometimes Nero Spirits call the Four Princes of Hell Sir or Sire instead of Master or Prince, t, uz (ooze), which evokes images of plague, relevant because of the undead of Nerobzal's army, also insect demons again, because ew," Stephanie made a vomiting noise. "V, wz (whz), meant to remind of the wicked voice of the Domain of Platonia, somewhere between a whisper and a rumble, x, yab, Black Speech inspired again, and z."

"Wow! That's cool! Thanks for the big, fun lesson, he he."

"You're welcome! You now know a little more about the chaos in my brain, yippee!" Faith mimicked the meme.

"Yippee!" Stephanie echoed. The girls giggled.

"And, uh… oh. Oh, we got here because you wanted to know the story of my Mermaid Persona, and then I was also gonna tell you Solas' story."

"Oh yeah, right." Stephanie laughed, Faith joining.

"You can do that later." Bruce said, stepping into the room. "You wasted almost ten extra minutes, just talking about lore, and we have to get to the Belfry."

"Whoops!" Faith said. She moved her eyes to Stephanie. "Later."

"Yes, later. Let's go." The girls put the dishes in the sink, Stephanie running water over them, then they exited the mansion with Bruce. Faith stared, mouth wide open, as the three walked to the black 2024 Rolls-Royce Spectre.

"Have you ever been in a car like this?" Bruce asked, a little smile on his face.

"You mean one that probably costs at least half a million?" Faith replied.

"Yes, actually, it was over half a mil'."

"No, never."

"Hm, well. Do you want to ride in the front?"

"Yes, please." Faith said. Stephanie giggled, and entered the right back door as Bruce and Faith entered the driver and passenger doors.

The Spectre slowed as it rolled into the Belfry and came to a stop and its ignition was killed. Stephanie quickly left the vehicle and opened the passenger door while Bruce exited at a normal pace and walked ahead. Faith's laughter echoed in the garage as Stephanie helped her out. Faith stumbled, and Stephanie, already holding her arm, snapped her other hand to support Faith's back.

"Is she OK?" Dick chuckled, as Bruce stopped at the computer screens, where Dick, Barbara and Tim had gathered, Barbara giggling along.

"Oh, just ask her." Bruce said. Stephanie guided Faith for a few strides, then released Faith. She was still laughing as the girls came to the others.

"YOU GUYS GO THAT FAST ALL THE TIME?!" Faith said, laughing. The others laughed. "I mean, I guess you do, with all the stuff you do on the rooftops, but holy unsprayed cat in a crate," More laughter from the others. "That was insane, and really fun!"

"We were running late because Faith decided to yap about the languages of Thalassic Space, and almost was going to yap about the stories of her Fairy and Mermaid Personas, which is what she was originally going to yap about." Bruce said.

"I'm still kinda confused on the rules, but Faith just confirmed to me how friggin' cool and smart she is." Stephanie laughed.

"Thanks." Faith giggled.

Tim said, "Yeah, I read, like, everything in your planning document, and you were super thorough with every possible detail, but all of it was easy to understand. Well, at least to people who can see the whole picture as you describe every last detail."

"Thank you! Yeah, big brains are who Thalassic Space was made for."

"Oh, it shows."

"I bet the rules of the languages made sense to you immediately."

"Oh yeah, that was easy to understand. And I mean that as a compliment." Tim said. Faith nodded.

Dick said, "You ready to start, Faith?" Faith nodded more. "Awesome." He gestured with a hand for Faith to follow him and Barbara to a more open part of the room. "First things first: stretching."

"She's actually kind of flexible!" Stephanie said. "She can touch her head with her foot, if she holds it."

"Oh?" Dick said, eyes returning to Faith.

"Not standing up, yet." Faith laughed. Barbara chuckled.

"Well, that'll make things a little easier, even if you can't do it while standing, yet. Still, this is day one, so we're just going to see what you can and cannot do, and do some exercises together. If you feel like it, we'll show you a few moves. We'll get to making you stronger and faster as the days roll on, 'kay?"

"OK!" Said Faith.

Faith dropped onto the couch on the upper level of the Belfry with a cold, wet rag on her forehead, wiping it around her face and neck, the pits and neckline of her shirt wet with perspiration, her chest heaving but slowing down. Barbara sat beside her, and Dick beside Barbara, Stephanie taking a seat on the arm of the couch to the right of Faith, Tim and Bruce standing in front of the couch. The sun was beginning to dim. Bruce handed Faith a bottle of water. "Thank you." Faith said.

"You're welcome."

"You still feeling OK, hon?" Said Barbara.

Faith nodded. "Yeah. Still feels better, but also super strained."

Dick said, "You only fell from your knees popping five times."

"That's a lot for one day, much less a week."

"And hey, we caught you, the other eight times." Tim said. "And! No knee dislocations!"

"Woo hoo!" Faith raised her stiff, tired arms in celebration, only able to reach her forehead. "Ow."

"Woo hoo!" Tim raised his arms at the elbow. The group laughed.

"Like we said," Said Dick. "At some point, you should be able to carry on, despite whatever your body does. Even if that's to safety." Faith nodded. "But you did good, today! Really good!"

"Yeah!" Said Tim.

"You sure did, Faith." Barbara said.

"Yeah, that was kind of impressive, your legs obviously aren't weak right now, you've just got a situation." Stephanie said.

"If you keep this up, it shouldn't be long before you'll able to go out with us." Said Bruce. Faith smiled with her cheeks. "How's that sound?"

"Sounds great! Thanks, everyone."

"You're welcome."

"You're very welcome!" Said Dick.

"We're here for you, hon." Barbara said.

"Heck yeah!" Said Tim.

"Always, baby." Stephanie said.

"'Baby'?" Repeated Tim, with a chuckle.

"What? I told you I'd pick her up, if she wanted." Stephanie said. Faith giggled.

"Yeah, you did." Tim, Dick, Barbara and Faith laughed.

"I brought your bag in the car, Faith." Said Bruce. "I thought you might want to stay here, so we don't have to bring you back and forth."

"Oh, perfect. Thanks, Bruce." Bruce hummed.

"I'll get it out for you and bring it up here, and then I think I'll head out."

"Thank you." Bruce nodded, then walked to the stairs to the lower level.

"All right, who's hungry?"

"C'est moi." Faith said, with a scoffed 'moi'. The group laughed.

"All right, you and me, Steph, let's get dinner out of the oven, and make a salad."

"OK!" Stephanie slid off the arm of the couch, and went with Tim.

"Shower time, miss Faith?" Barbara said, making eye contact.

"Yes, pliz." Barbara giggled, then rose to her feet, offering her hands to Faith. Faith accepted the help, and the two walked to one of the doors upstairs. Dick watched. Watched.

Hummed to himself. 'Babs has a perfectly formed ass, but Faith has a lot of ass. So much that it's part of her thighs, and mm, her thighs! Barbara's thighs are so, soooo good, don't get me wrong. And I'm not trying to say I'm going to jump into Faith-alley just for a taste, a feel. But I would. I totally would, if I wasn't trying to be loyal to Babs, for once, aaaand if she wouldn't beat the crap outta me.'

Bruce had ascended the Belfry and knocked on the bathroom door, giving Faith's dufflebag to Barbara, who closed the door afterwards, Bruce leaving for the stairs and his car.

'Barbara's got nice boobs, though.' Dick almost whistled, releasing the breath as an exhale instead. 'Hoo, that was close! Bab's got an even bigger personality, though, and a big mind and heart. I know her. She's just a beautiful, gorgeous woman.'

'Faith had a reduction for a very valid reason. I'm not saying I wish she hadn't had work done. I am curious to look at what she looks like, though. They bounce just as well as any other boobs do. She kept frowning at her legs and stomach, and Faith said she feels so bulky and bloated.'

'Babs told her that was OK, that it's a normal thing to feel that even she and Steph feel. It's a womanly experience, to do something and feel your body do something you don't like. Hell, even men feel that way, but in different places and with different thoughts behind the 'ick'. And Faith looked at her arms, and told us that she hated them 'cause it was taking more effort to connect hits with them. She has to lean and lunge for it to work, and right now, it's arguably her hardest task, aside from re-learning how to run and jump. But she'll get there. We all know that time is key, here. She's got a good attitude about it all, aside from that. She sure likes to make jokes.'

'Tim, Babs and I talked before Bruce, Steph and Faith got here. I'm sure Steph has realised this, too. I don't even need to think if Bruce has, I just know he has. But the reason Faith does it so frequently has to be her way to cope with anxiety. Her experience as a child who was told to stay in her room and be quiet, sometimes without toys or even permission to read or write. She had to sit and think until her mom came in, or called her out, and…' Dick sighed. 'All of us know what isolation like that is like.'

'I'm not saying we should steer her in the direction of using comedy less often, no, that's a part of her that we all enjoy, and she's not bad at comedy, either! She makes herself laugh because silence reminds her of that isolation, and she wants to make others laugh to try and make friends. It's not a stretch to think that's why she became a stortyteller, too. Friends; that's something we all know, including Faith, that she desperately needs. I think our strategy of not just going along with her jokes but guiding her back towards the relevant topic has been working out. And, while Faith was in the bathroom earlier, Bruce said that in a casual conversation where she isn't using laughter she might say something really out of nowhere that might hurt our feelings, and respond to that being called out with anger. I don't think so. Neither does Tim, Barbara or Stephanie.'

'Tim and I think she would freeze up and be unable to even apologise, but her face will say everything, and Babs thinks the frozen state will have a break, but her face will stay the same, except for her eyes, and she'll say 'sorry' then. Stephanie said Babs had taken the words right outta her mouth. That made sense to Tim, Bruce and I, too. Bruce told us what she did, around 5 AM. Hoo, wanna talk about someone who needs Zatanna as a tutor! And I mean that respectfully. She has Sagittarius A, a black hole for her left eye, and the O-type star from her now non-fictional galaxy for her right eye, if she uses, I think, her demigoddess powers! That's just wicked cool!'

'Sure, she burned some of the forest near the mansion, but as a creation dragon, she could have reversed the damage, right? And we haven't even seen her use the black hole, yet! All of us agree that, if Faith can be taught to control when and how much she uses her magic, and gets her strength back plus whatever else we can give her, she'll be golden! And that's really, really exciting. All of this is probably on her mind too. She'll be counting on us to remind her of it, until she won't need it, or at least as often.'

'Let's be honest, it'll be the latter. And that's OK. We all know that the past isn't something you can just leave behind. We carry it in different ways. Faith carries it in her heart, and is trusting enough to share it with others, as is in great need of doing so. She's a wonderful fit into the team.'

Dick sighed, Ra's face and retellings of his actions flashing into Dick's mind. 'I sure hope all of this will be enough to tell him to leave her the hell alone. If not, and he actually kills her in that one way, we're all going to be in deep trouble. We talked about who could summon which unicorn, too. It's one hundred percent possible to stop Red Storm Earth before the one hour mark, hell, the ten minute mark. But I have a sinking feeling that it won't be that easy. And I don't even know why. Tim doesn't either, and he read all of the lore.'

'Oh. It's that Ra's could use Platonia again, right? Is that how he entered Faith's dream? That led to her Animus leaving the dream world to defend her, among other things. I'm sorry, are we sure that was an illusion? It probably was just an illusion, Dick.'

'Platonia recognises Ra's as a demon, not a human, so after the first time he passed through, and found Faith's dragon tomb, it stopped trying to eat him. And, if he has a Nero Persona, it sounds like we're royally screwed. The Invitation of Nerobzal sounds just as scary as Red Storm Earth, even if it works differently. I have to make the comparison that I know everyone else has probably made: Faith is like Raven, in that if things aren't under control, things will be really bad. Could we even prevent all of that? Could Faith prevent all of that? We were going to ask her, during dinner. I bet there's lore that Faith hasn't written down, yet. She should write it down, and some more, so it's all there and Ra's can't cheat. Or cheat again.'

Dick's eyes were drawn to the bathroom door as it opened. He drew in and held a breath as he beheld Faith: her hair was very curly and voluminous, although the lower half was mostly still wet, and, bra-less, Dick could make out what her boobs were like, better than he had before. She had changed into black shorts and a purple short-sleeved shirt. 'Damn! Oh my God, her legs are so yummy looking.'

Barbara cleared her throat. Dick closed his mouth and blinked, making eye contact with her. "Sorry." He said to Faith, "Sorry."

She giggled. "You're fine with me, I'm too tired to sing Ashnikko lyrics right now."

Barbara said, "Pffft."

"And I'm not the probably slightly angry redhead." Faith walked to the stairs.

"Oh wow! Would you look at that!" Barbara said, approaching the couch, Dick swiftly standing up. "That would be me!"

"I swear that my eyes are the only thing that will go anywhere near her, Barbara."

"Oh, good! I'd hate to have to punish you for infidelity." Barbara patted Dick's upper chest. Dick just nodded. He followed her downstairs and to the table.

They heard Faith cheering, Stephanie echoing her and Tim laughing at them. Dinner was ready. Barbara sat at the left head, next to Tim, Stephanie at the right head, Faith occupying the chair to her left. Dick had three options: take the empty chair beside Tim, and play it safe but always have to look at Faith when he raised his head, or sit beside Faith, and accept Barbara's challenge. 'Oh, hell.' Thought Dick.

He sat beside Faith, who had her right foot crossed over her left thigh. She looked at him, her hair thankfully too wet to graze his arm, and she smiled with her cheeks at him. He returned the smile, then Faith sighed, looking at the meal before them. They were having chicken wings, salad and baked potatoes. Dick looked at Tim, who made an expression with one side of his face, looking at Barbara. Dick looked at Barbara, who rested her chin on the back of her hands, elbows on the table, and flashed a smile at him as they made eye contact. 'Oh boy.'

Barbara mouthed, 'I love you.' And scrunched up her eyes, smiling.

'I love you too.' Dick mouthed back, and smiled, his eyes failing to get with the program, blinking for help to the ceiling instead.

Barbara parted her lips to respond when Faith said, "Man, ya'll didn't think to get fixings for the baked potatoes?" There was only butter. No ranch dressing or sour cream, and no cheese, green onions or bacon bits. Stephanie wheezed a laugh.

"Sorry, we were on a budget." Tim said.

"Fair enough. Still, my dad would be sad." Faith giggled. Stephanie and Barbara laughed.

"OK, well, dig in!" Said Tim. Faith unfurled her leg onto the ground with a thud, and used her hands to move four chicken wings onto her plate. Tim laughed. "You know there's tongs, right?"

"Yeah, but this is faster." Faith said, while the others began to fill their plates. "Also, I don't care. I'm not putting them back, and I didn't lick my fingers or touch a dog or cat, or have a dog or cat lick my hands, and I just got out of the shower." Faith took a bite, the others laughing.

Dick thought, 'I guess she's also just a natural comedian. I'm sure she's learned how to be this funny, but it's still a good part of her personality.'

"OK, all right." Tim said. "Are you gonna scoop the salad with your hands, too?"

"No! What am I, a dog in a sweater controlled by a human?" More laughter from the group. Faith reached over the table. The group started to chuckle. Her arms were short by about a foot. "May I please have the salad?" Faith said, chuckling. Barbara and Stephanie giggled with her.

Dick laughed and said, "Sure." He moved his plate a little to make room for the bowl, then Faith used the salad tossers to put salad on her plate.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Dick moved the bowl back. Faith picked up the chicken wing she had started. She stared at the wall for one second, and the next second, she tucked in her lips and her cheeks became red. "Uh-oh. What are you thinking, miss Faith?"

"I'm not a dog in a sweater," Faith's sentence devolved into wheezing laughter. "Controlled by a human." She pointed at Tim. "Silent Hill 2."

"Oh God." Tim said. Faith laughed. "The dog ending." The others laughed.

"I'm gonna write in the planning document that the next time Ra's goes into Platonia, it shows him the Door of Nonsense and triggers that ending, but the credits all say names of the Batfamily."

"Oh-ho-kay!" Tim laughed with the others.

"A-ha-and," Faith sniffled. "When he exits, the door will keep cycling him through different horror and JRPG titles until he demands to go home." She giggled, and bit into the chicken wing she held.

"OK, hon!" Said Barbara, the others laughing a little.

Tim asked, "Do you have any ideas on how to cut Ra's out of Thalassic Space that would work long term?"

"Mm, besides the Invitation of Nerobzal? We all know he won't agree to have the Departed take his memories and knowledge of Thalassic Space." Tim and Barbara hummed in agreement. "But if Ra's doesn't find out about the ritual, which is the only other disaster-level event he could learn about and trigger that I implemented in the lore so that zombies and demons felt more natural and important to the possible events of Thalassic Space,"

"It fits nicely." Said Barbara.

"Thank you. Uh, yes, I have one other idea, but it's not in the planning document."

"What's your idea?"

"I would commission the Father Born and Mother Born to hunt him non-lethally, and not only remove that information from him but program his brain to ignore it and deny it as true, no matter what methods he or others may try to use to restore it." The others hummed in interest, Faith taking another bite of her chicken wing.

"That sounds like it could work. You should write it down." Barbara said. Faith nodded.

"How would you convince the Father Born and Mother Born to help you?" Dick asked.

"I would give them each a treasure or sexual pleasure, or assist them in other ways, in exchange for this. I wrote down the names of the current Father Born and Mother Born somewhere."

"Yeah, it's not in the document." Tim said.

"I think it's currently exclusively in a story called Realm of Album, in which I'm summoned to help the Mages Guild there because the elf king is having problems that only a Jester Playwright like me could help with." The group hummed in interest. "I can't remember their names, off the top of my head. I'll open the document later and tell you before I put them in the document, Tim."

"Sure, OK."

"Like I said, the idea isn't written down, but it would work because of how the Guilds serve the people, and that's why it would pass the legislation of At'fman Lawbzal."

"What's that?" Stephanie asked.

"It means 'Amen to the Fate of Man, Law of Beyond Zone Acceleration Lord'. The first clause-word is what people who worship the O-type star's spirit say while raising their right arm, then left arm, diagonally." Faith did this motion. "It's the 'Praise the sun' gesture from Dark Souls, but as steps of a contemporary jazz choreography." Barbara wheezed, choked on her food a little. "Da da da," Faith sang breathily, lowering her right, then left arm, the others laughing and Barbara drinking water from a glass. "Da da, da da." Faith ended the routine with her arms raised, two da's per arm. Faith rested her arms and took a second to eat again.

"The second clause-word reminds worshippers of the O-star's spirit that Nerobzal is not evil and is actually an Actor, who is so dedicated to and perfect for his role that he fools hateful people, who I'll just call Kaleido because it's accurate to the lore, into believing he's real and the true God, hence the 'Lord' part of the clause-word, and why he's called Hebzal, Himbzal and Hisbzal by Kaleido, who believe in a literal theatrical act. Other Actors, like Neo and Nero Spirits, call Nerobzal's Actor he, him and his because they're Actors, too. The idea is for the Neo and Nero Spirits to shock Kaleido time and again by using those those pronouns and revealing that he's just an Actor, discrediting their claims that Nerobzal is God." Dick and Barbara hummed with intrigue, and Stephanie hummed in awe. Tim hummed, nodding. "'Beyond Zone Acceleration' is a reminder that the magic Kaleido are using is from Sagittarius A, meaning it's Eledisfeb, and Kaleido want to use it for evil instead of to naturally balance out Elevifeb, because that's just how magic systems works, and ecosystems, hence why Kaleido are so crazy and unwilling to listen, just as radical right-wing people are."

"Oh OK," Stephanie said. "So, the politics in Thalassic Space that you're arguing for is left wing."

"Yes." Faith gave a firm nod.

"That makes sense."

"You can't be gay or an ally, much less dress alternatively, in particular goth, and be conservative."

"That's right!" Said Barbara. Tim hummed in agreement.

"It is the people who take advantage of the Actor's in-story powers as a Fallen Angel who are the enemy."

"Right." Dick said.

Faith started her second chicken wing. "Kaleido was chosen as the name that conquered the mostly vampire cult of Kitsch in northern Italy, which worshipped demons and Satan respectfully and safely, because the people who abuse and murder those who don't fit their expectations of a human and-or a Christian look into chapels of God through the kaleidoscope created by the painted glass often used in churches rather than looking at the Bible and recognising its merits and faults in modern times."

"Ohhh. I actually really like that."

"Thank you! That confusion and misdirected anger is what the Cult of Asherah was supposed to clarify so the crimes that have happened across time could be prevented. But the Yahwehists, all those years ago, proclaimed Asherah to be an idol and the people who served her idol worshippers. The career of prostitution has been bastardised by too many men and women for too long."

"That's true!" Stephanie said.

"Even in modern times, when prostitution makes a lot of money, it's not safe to be a prostitute." The others hummed and nodded. "So, I fixed that, in Thalassic Space." Faith bit off and chew more chicken. "The Thieves, Assassins and Mages Guilds all support and shelter prostitutes and those at risk, allowing the revived Cult of Asherah to educate people about safe sex and how to protect themselves and others from predators."

"Kitsch wasn't a malicious organisation until the Cànova siblings fulfilled the Fool's Promise, which is the part of the Fool's Poem that describes what happens to people who submit themselves to Nerobzal. It was just supposed to be directions for the makeup artists and costume designers of the Theatres in the Dream World on Paper to use for Actors. Magdalene and Malakai took it seriously, and they roped Mamazsr'azcre into it too." Faith looked at Dick, Barbara and Stephanie. "His name means 'massacre', in Nerobzal."

"Oh!" Said Dick.

"Grand Vampire Lady Brunetta heard Father Dragon shout it in the sky in the dream she had, the night she went into labour, and she and Grand Vampire Lord Müth interpreted it as a challenge to overcome, which he was doing until Magdalene and Malakai came to drag him into their plan to murder their parents and seize Kitsch. They didn't know why Müth and Brunetta were in the master bedroom and didn't fight back. The reason was hidden by the Four Symbols of Chinese astrology until the third incarnation of the O-star's spirit returned to Thalassic Space to help the people stop Kaleido once and for all."

"Oh!" Said Dick, as Faith ate more. "Sorry, are you the third incarnation of the O-star's spirit, and that's why you have it for your right eye, when you use your demigoddess powers?"

"Eh, sort of? I'll get there."

"No worries."

"Why were Brunetta and Müth vulnerable?" Barbara asked.

"Brunetta was pregnant while Magdalene and Malakai counselled with dark sorcerers to find a portal to the Lightless Realm, where Krampus used to reign over the Astral Elves and where the siblings discovered a copy of the Fool's Poem in Krampus' hut."

"Oh, that answers a question I had." Said Dick.

"Oh, good." Faith giggled. Dick chuckled with her. "So, if you're wondering, there's no way for Ra's to learn about what he's getting himself into, in my dragon tomb."

"He deserves to find out the hard way."

"I hear that, yep. Um, the flight of the Astral and Snow Elves from the Lightless Realm and Lightful Realm, which Santa used to reign, is a story for another time. Believe it or not, I can stay on topic, when it comes to my lore." The others laughed. "Brunetta had an intersex child named Maury, a derivative of Maurice, which means 'dark skinned', because they were the first and only Obsidian Infant, their body made from one of the Eledisfeb-filled asteroids of the asteroid belt to the west of Sagittarius A. Its existence was seen as proof that Sagittarius A was not a destructive astral object as it is in the Milky Way galaxy. There's an asteroid belt of Elevifeb-filled asteroids to the east of the O-type star, too, but I can't tell you who has the first Goshenite Child because spoilers."

Barbara said, "Wait, is it your demigoddess-slash-dragon self?" "Nope! It's a child born in The Double Eight of Thalassic Space, but it's not my child."

"Hm, all right."

"There's also lore about the Oracles finding out what Sagittarius A* actually is, thanks to Hirokou, a member of the Cloud Casters, seven students who met when they enrolled at Cedillo Imagination Magic Academy in Princess Georgina, which, yes, is UNBC, Prince George. The Cloud Casters volunteered and were chosen by the Oracles to help the third incarnation of the O-star's spirit feel more welcomed. Again, skipping the lore."

"Thank you." Said Tim. The group chuckled. "As simple and good as the reveal is, thank you for skipping it this time."

"Maury had been sensed by the Four Symbols upon his conception, and when they were born, had split them into four Crowns, which they gave to the Guilds to present to the people of Thalassic Space for them to hide until the third incarnation of the O-star."

"Where was um, Mamaz…?"

"Mam-az-sir-h-az-cre. There's an apostrophe after the translated s, so there's a short breath."

"Mamazsr'azcre."

"Yeah, you got it!"

Dick said, "Mamazsr'azcre."

"Yep!"

"I don't even need to try." Tim said.

"Yeah, I don't doubt that." Faith said. The group laughed.

"I'm gonna skip on that, thanks." Stephanie said. Faith giggled. "Mamazsr'azcre was helping his cat anthro friends, Dohannar and Wysherah, free anthros and elves from the human traffickers that Magdalene and Malakai had wriggled into, thanks to their vampiric charisma, before they got frustrated with certain human traffickers for being fake radical right wingers and decided to find the Fool's Poem to put everyone under their boots."

"Right." Said Tim. "Faith, why don't you eat for a couple minutes, and I'll take it from here?"

"OK, yes, thank you." Faith sighed. The group chuckled.

"No problem. Magdalene and Malakai started a fire on the farm that Mamazsr'azcre, Dohannar and Wysherah sheltered people at."

"Uh-oh!" Said Dick.

"Malakai disembowelled Wysherah, who was nine months pregnant."

"Holy smokes! That's just evil!"

"Magdalene and Malakai won a mixed magic and melee duel against Dohannar and Mamazsr'azcre, and as Dohannar laid unconscious, Magdalene whispered into her brother's ear the Fool's Poem. Mamazsr'azcre tore off his jaw and gouged his eyes as Magdalene and Malakai had."

"Eugh!" Said Stephanie.

"That's what the Fool's Promise demands of the living to accept Nerobzal's as their God. Before the siblings returned to Italy to kill their parents, Mamazsr'azcre gifted Dohannar's soul to Nero Ba'al Berith, a demon whose name means Lord of the Covenant. Like Baalzebub, he's called the Lord of Flies. Ba'al Berith is a red-skinned soldier in red who rides a red horse and wears a crown."

Faith said, "It was literally the decisions of two awful people that began the First War for the O-star’s Spirit."

"Yep. She was first incarnated as Nith, the first daughter of Santa Claus, born September 4th, 1949."

"Oh, that's your birthday!" Said Stephanie to Faith.

"Nith was murdered by Magdalene, disguised as a Glacial Fairy, at two days old." Dick, Barbara and Stephanie clicked their tongues and made noises of pity. "The Snow Elves, Astral Elves, Santa and Mary Claus cast a spell at the catacomb chapel of Kaleido, directly hitting Magdalene. Malakai was doing his thing, which I can tell you about next, and Mamazsr'azcre worked with dark sorcerers to grow and improve the army of undead, vampires and werewolves that festered in the catacombs of the chapel until the end of the Third War. The elves and anthros came together to form the Guilds under the command of Father Dragon and Mother Mermaid and the Father Born and Mother Born, after the first war, and their human allies helped them. The O-star's spirit was quietly reincarnated twenty years later as Eal Volen, the first child and daughter of a mermaid mage named Eerie Glory and an astral elf mage named Lanech (ech is pronunced ehk, like echo) Volen who worked at the circus at the southern harbour of England, together."

"Hey, circus mentioned!" Dick said. The group laughed.

"Eerie had been stalked by Malakai since her early teenage years, but she had known Lanech for even longer, and she never faced Malakai alone, in the dreams where Malakai tormented and raped whoever he wanted." Barbara, Dick and Stephanie sounded disgruntled.

"Sorry," Faith said. "It was the most natural way for me to make Malakai a horrible person. Same with Magdalene."

"No no, it's fine, it works well for him."

"How was Magdalene a horrible person, besides killing a two-day old baby?" Dick asked.

"She got off on watching people get kidnapped and tortured by human traffickers."

"Oh, geez!"

Tim said, "She was a control freak, just like Malakai. Both were racist, sexist, and homophobic. Faith wrote Thalassic Space so everyone would feel safe and welcome, but some people learned about the awful things that happen on Earth through Nero Spirits who watched criminals from Earth that visited the Dream World on Paper. It's like how Ra's found out how to open a Door to Platonia, and all that's led to Faith being here, and the situation we're in."

"Ohhhh, OK."

"I hope it makes sense." Faith said. “Nero Spirits relaying information that wouldn’t have been otherwise available to people through the functions of the Soul Bridge.”

"Oh, it does, absolutely. You did a good job with that."

"Yeah, that's good writing, Faith."

"Thank you."

Tim said, "The Oracles were afraid of Malakai because he effortlessly and brutally manipulated Dreamer mages who were close to the power of the Oracles, many of them family members of the Oracles. Faith wrote a bit more about the crimes of Malakai, but we'll skip that for now. Eal was in the arms of Eerie after the circus had closed, Malakai having taken the disguise of a large black dog, and he leapt up with such force and speed to bite Eal's neck that neither Eerie or Lanech could react in time."

Barbara clicked her tongue. "Aw! No!"

"May I ask why the O-star's spirit died as a baby, twice?" Dick said.

"Yeah, yeah." Faith said. "Because babies are vulnerable. That's it."

"Oh OK, so it's a simple thing, this time."

"Yes."

Tim said, "Eerie and Lanech tore Malakai apart, each destroying a quarter of his spirit with their magic, but the other half of his spirit and his entire soul escaped to the Ninth Circle of Inferno, joining his sister and the demon they were actually giving souls to: Canon Lucifer."

Faith said, "If Ra's triggers either event, that's who the souls will be working to free from the ice."

"Oh shit." Said Stephanie.

"Yeah, that's bad." Dick said.

Faith said, "And why either has to be stopped as soon as possible."

"Right." Said Dick.

Tim said, "Specifically, the number of souls needed is 8^8 (eight to the power of eight), which is 16, 777, 216. In the First War for the O-star's Fate, 1, 809, 178 people were killed in the span of one month, two weeks and two days, though the ice barely melted, and the souls were freed to the afterlife of the 28 Mansions at its end."

"Oh OK, so it resets."

"Yes, it has a twenty-year cooldown, which coincides with how long it takes the O-star's spirit to reincarnate. In the Second War for the O-star's Fate, 2, 391, 955 people were killed over the course of two months and three days, and the ice melted a little more, but Lucifer still could not move, and the souls again were freed to the 28 Mansions. This won't be an issue, if he triggers Red Storm Earth or the Invitation of Nerobzal."

"Scary." Said Barbara. The others nodded.

"The third and current incarnation of the O-star's spirit—"

"That's you, right?" Said Dick, looking and pointing at Faith. She and Tim shook their heads. "Oh."

"It's Faina Laward, one of my Soul Fragments. She's autumn, I'm winter, Solas, my Fairy Persona, is spring, and Ønske is summer."

Dick said, "Oh, OK wait. So, your memories have like, fragments, and that's how your Personas are connected to you, and how you have the O-star as your right eye?"

"Yes."

"Ohhh-kay. Cool."

Barbara asked, "Why are you winter, and not autumn, if you're the Canon Persona?"

"I'm winter because of my depression and mental health, and that my physical disability means I can't enjoy the outdoors. Faina is autumn because she's my memories of having a working body and my hopes of having a happy mind."

"Ohhhh." Said Barbara, Dick and Stephanie. Tim nodded.

"Solas and Ønske are both seasonal expressions of the joys I associate with each season. Solas is my lesbianism, and Ønske is my desire to have adventure." Faith said. Stephanie giggled. "Faina was born on Earth because the Four Symbols realised she would be killed again if born on Yotutrnaeyl. She's summoned by Dohannar to the Dream World on Paper instead of to the throne of Nero Ba'al Berith, who is one of her possible love interests, as Dohannar and the Demon Hunters who patrol the Perimeter of the Circles finally met after eighty-three years of trying to free Dohannar so the O-star could fight for the people again instead of for evil. That dream is the first chapter of the novel, and in the second chapter, Faina settles in to CIMA, meets the Cloud Casters, and falls in love with Karma Brestin, who, major spoiler alert,"

"Ohp!" Dick covered his ears, then laughed and lowered them. The others laughed.

"Karma is the youngest of Bartholomew's triplets."

"Oh, she's an Astral and Ebony Giant Elf?"

"Yes, an Ebony Giant Elf, like Bartholomew is. Krampus is an Ebony Giant Elf, too. Santa is the only Astral Giant Elf, of Nerobzal's sons. Bartholomew's triplets and Krampus' twins are mixed race. Karma is a dark mage, not to be mistaken for a dark sorcerer,"

"Ah, OK."

"And it's olive green to signify that she's not evil. Earth tones are always a good sign. It's the neon colours you have to be scared of."

"Right, OK."

"Karma is also a vampire, and the companion star of the O-star."

"Huh?"

Tim said, "O-type stars have smaller, companion O-stars that orbit until eventually merging with the larger star, creating a bigger and brighter star."

"Ooh, OK. Does that happen when they meet, or later?"

"Later, when they hook up." Faith laughed. The others joined. "The Third War starts because Mamazsr'azcre is commanded to lead an attack on CIMA by Nero Ba'al Berith, but it goes too far, and a lot of students and teachers die. Sorry, spoilers."

"Sheesh, woman!" Dick said. The group giggled.

"And, uh, I think that's all the lore you need to know, regarding every branch of the main topic? Whatever it was."

"We started when Stephanie asked what At'fom Lawbzal was." Said Tim.

"Ohhh, right!"

"It was more 'the main topic and its family relatives'."

"Yeah." Faith said. They all laughed.

Dick said, "Well, thanks for all of that! Always fun to learn more."

"Oh yeah." Barbara said, nodding.

"And I get to eat the ass of this creative genius!" Stephanie said, the others laughing loudly. "Lucky me!"

"Real. Real." Faith said. The laughter quieted down. In the next two minutes, everyone had finished eating and washing their food down, and wiping their hands on napkins or getting up to use the kitchen sink.

"Well, you going to sleep right away, Faith?" Barbara asked, as Tim and Dick began washing the dishes.

"I think so." Faith said, yawning.

""Sleep", in quotation marks." Stephanie said with a smile, coming up behind Faith and squeezing her left ass cheek.

"Aa!" Faith exclaimed, and laughed with the girls. "Are you that spicy, baby gorl?"

"Mm, yuh," Stephanie replied. Faith and Barbara laughed, Tim choking out a laugh from the kitchen. "Yuh, I'm real spicy righ' now, gorl. Mm, le'go."

"Le'go." Faith echoed. "Goodnight, everyone!" She and Stephanie began towards the stairs.

"Goodni-ight." Said Barbara, walking towards the computer.

"Goodnight, Faith!" Said Dick.

"Don't worry about the noise, OK?" Said Tim. Faith giggled.

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𓅨 Sweet Nightmares: Chapter Two

Sweet Nightmares: When not even Nightmare Dream can chase you off from visiting his realm whenever you wished, he decides to show his eldritch side. In other words: Dream doesn’t understand why you have such free rein within his realm and tries to scare you off. Jokes on him, you’re into it.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Content (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Power Play, Wonky Eldritch/Nightmare Sex, Cosmic Tentacles (No, I Will Not Elaborate), Bondage, A BJ Morpheus will Propose Over ;D, It turns Sweet at the End, HALF-EDITED.

To Note: Eldritch!Dream x AFAB!Reader, Mostly Dream at his Wit’s End with Reader, Part of the ’Sweet Nightmares’ Event by @roguelov.

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Elongated limbs painted with galaxies held your body in a tightened grasp that was just short of painful. The Endless had pressed his lips to yours to silence your impudent remarks, only to find your frustrating mouth tasted bewitchingly delicious and for his appetite to want more. So his kiss intended to shut you up, turned into one that had Morpheus fiendishly devouring your soft lips.

He wasn’t being delicate about. Neither was he being nice. He just took. Lips pushed at yours, making you gasp. The moment your mouth parted with that beautiful sound Morpheus nipped at your lower lip with his teeth. You squirmed and bucked against him, feeling both the momentary sharp burst of pain and the seductively pleasurable lick of his tongue soothing your inflamed flesh. He consumed the slow drawl of your proceeding moan, relishing the control he had over such a sweet sound. Relishing the complete control he had over your entire vexatious being.

That little sting in your lip was long forgotten when Morpheus kissed you deeper, demanding tongue finding yours and making a point to show you that he was in control. His tongue was savage against yours, pushing and pulling with each kiss until you couldn’t even entertain a thought of your own, only react to his wants. Your chest felt tight and you gasped in between the fleeting moments his lips gave yours to suck in gulps of air.

The fierce need to put you in your place didn’t wane, but Morpheus was slowly being consumed by another urge. An urge to consume you, to remind you who the Endless was within this realm, to teach your disobedient mind that you weren’t in control… pushed and pushed until he growled into your electrified lips. One of your wrists was released and a large hand buried itself in your hair, sharply pulling your head back until you let out a squawk in protest.

“Morpheus,” You complained, wincing slightly from the awkward stretch. His face remained over yours, eyes bright with unadulterated cosmic energy.

“What must I do to cease your chattering,” He hissed at you. You stared at him with a blank expression, feeling so much in the moment that your mind was, for once, empty. He was so worked up about you talking… that he kissed you? Not that you were complaining, he was inhumanely beautiful in every form you saw… It was really unfair. The Endless growled again, angry to find your flushed face and swollen lips even more desirable. “Every night you invade my thoughts until I can think of nothing else. Do I not have other duties to attend to? Why are you always there!?”

“That sounds like a you problem,” You bravely whispered, not able to hold back your tongue. “What do you want me to do about that?” Oh you really shouldn’t have said that, because now the Endless was thinking all the ways he could shut you up. Your body trembled when you felt a ripple of power burn from the seething Endless pinning you in place.

“Should I make use of that mouth of yours you continually run?” He snarled at you. Well if that meant you got to kiss him again you weren’t opposed… You blinked at him, a cheeky smile now on your lips.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” His eye twitched, for truly nothing he did stopped your mouth from running. Your world spun once more, the tight grasp upon your hair and wrist disappearing. Your knees and palms hit some sort of floor and you let out a heavy breath.Slumping back on your shins, you looked around trying to find some sort of recognizable landmark in the Dreaming. There was nothing to be seen, just a plane of something, covered by a layer of smokey mist.

Those cosmic fingers of Morpheus appeared one more, grabbing you by the jaw and forcing you to look up at the seething being. Even distorted like this, you were still blown away by the sheer beauty of him. Wispy stardust skin, elongated limbs, monstrous eyes that glowed with the heart of stars, the air visibly shimmered around him. So you gawked at him, feeling breathless where you kneeled. Morpheus stared down at you, holding your jaw tightly so you had to maintain eye contact with him. Your eyes were wide and your lips, your lips were red and swollen from his punishing kisses.

“A promise,” He confirmed, eyes glowing down at you in a threatening manner. “You cannot abstain from running your mouth? Very well, I shall put it to use. Pleasure me with it.” You nearly blanched. First he was acting like you were the bane of his existence, and now he was telling you to suck his dick? Now that actually managed to render you speechless! The Endless raised a provocative eyebrow, noting your sudden inability to speak. “Oh? Now you have fallen silent?”

That provocation made a rush of annoyance flood through your body. You wanted retaliation for that statement and were more than happy to give payback to this ethereal being. Who wouldn’t want a chance to adore something so beautiful? So with your eyes glimmering in challenge and locked with Morpheus’, you rose up onto your knees and sank your nails into the dark material of his jeans. Your nails scraped over the material as your fingers urgently unraveled the button and dragged the zipper down. With a sharp pull, you had all that sheltered the Endless’ body, displayed to you. That eyebrow arched again and you dropped to your gaze to his cock.

Oh christ on a cracker!

You weren’t exactly a master at sucking someone off, you only had limited experience in sex from your teenage days in the first place! You had minimal experience with clumsy blow jobs and that was with cocks that were half decent in length… Morpheus was just huge. You questioned if you’d even be able to fit him your mouth. But if you could… you could only imagine the sounds he’d make for you! So without any further hesitation, you slipped your hand across Morpheus’ exposed hipbone to take his cock in your grasp.

Giving it a few strokes with your hand, you leaned forwards and leisurely drew your tongue up the length at a more than necessary slow pace. Morpheus was acutely aware of your actions and wound his fingers through your hair, giving the strands a tug in warning. You flicked your tongue across the tip, savoring the taste of pure starlight while the Endless let out a soft groan. You lavished the tip with a plethora of kisses, licks and sucks, working up the courage to try and take Morpheus’ cock in your mouth.

Fuck it, you might as well just dive right in.

With a pounding heart, you parted your lips and took his cock into your mouth. The moment you pushed forwards, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth and throat, you began gagging. Your eyes watered from the sheer girth but the delicious sound that departed Morpheus’ lips was by far the sweetest sound you had ever heard. You wanted to hear that again. So you forced your throat to relax and began bobbing your head. The result was so beautiful and satisfying.

Morpheus’ gasp within your hair pushed your head, making his cock slide deeper into your throat. You choked and gagged further but the sounds he was making! You had never heard him sound anything other than irate or strict, who knew he could sound just as beautiful as he looked. Hands digging into his jeans, you pulled him closer to you, sucking harder and not helping the soft moan of happiness that sounded deep within your throat. The Endless’ eyes glowed pure white and he was soon stroking your jaw and neck with his other hand.

“You are magnificent,” He husked, caressing your throat with spindle fingers that felt the bulge each and every time his cock slid down your throat. The moan you made from his soft praise and gentle caresses vibrated down your throat. That only heightened the pleasure Morpheus was feeling. Tendrils of stardust and cosmos emerged, they snaked around your body to caress the softness and curves they found. A shiver went up your spine from the cosmic touches and you whimpered this time, back arching when one wiggled its way beneath your shirt to caress the skin of your chest. “So it is possible for your bedeviled mouth to give me something other than ire.”

You wanted to make him pay for that backhand insult, but couldn’t find the thought to do so when fingers caressed your neck and pushed your mouth to thrust his cock further down your throat. The proceeding sound that came from deep within your throat was a bittersweet mixture of annoyance and reluctant acceptance. You’d much rather have him like this than chasing after you in angered grievance.

Morpheus’ cock swelled further and you choked, only this time you struggled to breathe around the throbbing appendage. While you began to feel a soreness in your jaw, the cosmic tendrils wrapped around your body pulsated in increasing tandem. That had to mean something, right? Clearly it did for Morpheus was ever so close to finding release from the mouth that caused him so much ire. When had he last felt pleasure like this? His fingers dug back into your scalp, soft words spilling from his lips in a language you didn’t understand. In what felt like a grand crescendo, you felt the Endless jerk his hips forwards in a rough staccato, forcing his cock to the very back of your throat. Then he stiffened shortly before the ground trembled beneath you and crackles of energy exploded around you in violent shockwaves.

Rather than be jarred by the sudden explosion of stimulus to your environment, you were entirely consumed by the feeling of Morpheus coming down your throat. His hot seed was an explosion of celestial taste that made your cheeks flush terribly while you swallowed everything he gave you. Heaven forbid you wasted even a single drop. Feeling lightheaded from lack of adequate oxygen intake, your legs trembled beneath you for a moment before folding. As Morpheus’ cock slid from your throat and mouth, you slumped to the side with a cough. Sweet Neptune that was intense. You could feel an electric buzz rattling in your own body while you gasped, slowly catching your breath once more.

When you no longer were heaving for oxygen, you blinked and licked your lips eyeing the Endless. He appeared to be shifting between forms. Still quite locked in the pleasure you had pulled so effortlessly and devotedly from him. A sly grin appeared on your lips as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You should shut me up more often,” You commented, watching in amazement as his form materialized back to a solid state. Ah, his wonky yet beautiful form. You liked the way his skin swirled with stardust, his beauty monstrous and unique. While you were appreciate Morpheus’ form once more, he was collecting himself from an experience that had changed his entire viewpoint over you. You were a wiley creature that he now wanted carnally. But oh how wrong you were to think that this punishment was over. He was only just getting started, certainly when he could show you all that he could offer should you just listen to him. He crouched down in front of you, those disembodied cosmic tendrils reaching to caress your face and neck once more. They traced your lips, coated with him, and with a little flick you shivered from the little burst of pleasure their touch caused. Silver shifted to blue and that air of superiority was back within the depths of his eyes, but there were also flames of desire you could see and that made your thighs clench and cunt throb.

“You presume that I am finished,” Morpheus slowly drew out, his eyes now eye level with you. He reached up with his hand and pressed his thumb against your quivering lower lip. “I can most assure you, I am not,” You didn’t even have time to blink as cosmic darkness surged at you in a cloud. Your vision went black and you cried out in startlement as your arms and legs were grabbed and the ground beneath your folded legs disappeared. Tumbling around, you yanked on whatever was holding you in place in a panic, wondering if you were going to go splat on wherever he was taking you this time.

Eyes flickering several times, you finally stopped feeling that topsy turvy feeling to see that you were floating in a sea of stars and nebulas. Their lights glimmered and glowed, echoing a spacial beauty that left you feeling speechless. You were floating among stars! You went to reach out and brush your fingers through a cloud of stardust, but found that your fingers were held back by those cosmic tendrils that had come from Morpheus earlier.

“Hey!” You complained, squirming around and feeling all of your limbs hindered and held in place. “This isn’t fair, you can’t look like that and not allow me to touch!”

“You have demanded my attention for countless hours, little dreamer?” The Endless’ disembodied voice questioned shortly before his wonky Nightmarish form appeared over you. He too was floating among the stars, but unlike you, he could move freely. So unfair. “I shall give it to you with endless devotion until you beg for mercy.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your skull.

“Fat chance!” You huffed at him. “I don’t beg.” Amusement danced within his swirling cosmic gaze. “Just let me touch!” You complained, yanking on your wrists for added measure.

“No,” His answer was simple, but the weight it carried was heavy. Outright refusal. You whined and kicked your leg out when you felt a gentle touch wind around your ankle and snake up your calf. “And you shall remain until you beg.”

“You can’t make me,” Your stubbornness was amusing and the realm around you shimmered in response.

“You will,” Morpheus promised before dissolving your clothes from your body. You shivered as your naked skin was bared and tugged at your restraints once more.

“Usually people ask someone out before they get to the naked stage,” You spoke up, reverting to humor to hide your self consciousness over being naked in front of him. “But I see that we’re skipping that—” You gasped as a phantom touch caressed your inner thigh and stroked up to the inner crease of your hip.

“Beg,” Morpheus’ melodic voice rippled through the air around you. You breathed heavily, eyes starting up at everything and nothing. Cosmos swirled over head and while you couldn’t physically see Morpheus anymore, you certainly felt him. He was everywhere.

“Not happening,” You reiterated, startled by the intense throbbing you felt between your legs but refusing to back down. What would be the fun in that? You could have sworn you felt Morpheus’ lips brushing against your ear.

“Very well,” He purred, lips teased the delicate skin of your neck. You were a glutton for punishment it seemed. He would take pleasure in putting you in your place. A delicious punishment you had most certainly earned. Your eyes were still searching for the Endless when your cosmic chains forced your legs to part and expose your intimate flesh. Heat returned to your cheeks and you squirmed in place, trying to pinch your knees in so you weren’t so on display.

Morpheus’ tendrils didn’t like that. Oh no, they didn’t like that at all… you felt more of that phantom pleasurable touch snake up your legs, winding around your thighs and pulling your legs firmly apart with an unbreakable hold. Your breathing sped up again and you shifted in your hold, wondering how those wonky cosmic tendrils could feel so nice against your skin. You were about to call him out for being a total tease when tendrils snaked their way across your intimate flesh and stroked a distinct line through your folds.

Your back arched instantly and your limbs were caught against your cosmic chains as a strained breath parted your lips. Somehow, someway that touch felt like a hot tongue tracing every inch of your intimate flesh… worse? There were several of those cosmic touches all competing for your attention. Stroking your flesh with conviction and riling up all sorts of pleasure, Morpheus lay out all his wrath for your antics.

He was more than pleased by the sounds you made, struggling and wriggling against his hold. The Endless never imagined that you could look so beautiful and sound so exquisite when all you seemed to do was irk him to no end. Now he just had to get you to know your place.

So he pushed his cosmic being to stroke and tenderly wrap against your flesh, teasing pleasure and feasting on the sounds you made. But he wasn’t just basking in your sounds, he could also taste you and oh how you tasted like the nectar of the gods. Morpheus had thought your lips were nothing short of addicting, your true taste was divine. Cosmic tendrils wrapped around your clit and pulsated, making your back go rigid as lightning pleasure burned up your spine.

Your ties curled and you could even feel your eyes burn. No, you were not going to cry because this egotistic Endless made you feel pleasure like nothing before! He didn’t get to have that satisfaction.You clenched your jaw and whined through another sharp burst of pleasure. Now the trembles in your legs were becoming more pronounced, and Morpheus could no doubt see and feel them.

But you couldn’t help it.

Not with your nerves electrified like live wires. Not with your body unable to wriggle or worm itself away from assaulting pleasure. Another devious lash across your clit and you felt the door holding you back crumble. A strangled crying departed your lips before you twitched and writhed for a few moments, caught off guard by the magnitude of pleasure washing through your body. Then you fell limp, body gently being caught and cradled by the very cosmic tendrils that had caused your violent pleasure in the first place.

Morpheus’ disembodied presence loomed closer and he ran his ghost lips along the tender skin beneath your ear.

“Beg to me,” He called to you in a low and seductive voice. Moaning, your eyes flickered and you shifted to try and evade the sensitivity burning between your thighs. “Beg,”

You snapped yourself out of your post orgasm, chest heaving, and gazed up at the cosmic sky stretched above you.

“Dream on, Dream,” You rasped out with a soft giggle, unable to help yourself with the tease. The clouds of darkness flashed with lighting as Morpheus certainly did not appreciate your cheek. So his touch returned to your body, all that more vindictive and determined. He had you wiggling and squirming around, tugging at your restraints while fighting against the whimpers trying to crawl out of your throat. Again he made pleasure charge through your veins at an unprecedented rate, and again, he told you to beg. You refused and the cycle repeated.

Over and over the Endless commanded pleasure from your body, feasting off the sounds and physical signs of your pleasure and not once giving you a break. But you never once gave in to him. Very well, Morpheus had patience and all the time in the world here. It all depended on whether you submitted to him. But as time passed, your limbs shook more and protested less against the cosmic tendrils holding you captive.

“Beg,”

“Never,” Morpheus didn’t hesitate to dive back into caressing and indulging in your body. You’d break, eventually.

“Beg,”

“Can’t make me…” It was starting to be too much for you to handle but the satisfaction of making an Endless squirm from your refusal kept you going, even if your body was begging you to stop.

“Beg,”

“…No,” You were loosing your voice now, barely able to utter a single word against the repeated assaulting pleasure that had you worn down.

“Beg,”

You didn’t reply this time, shaking and whimpering, drowning in pleasure that your over sensitized body was struggling to acknowledge. Your thighs had long since taken the brunt of your back to back orgasms but there was nothing you could do but bear the mess. Even with your lack of response Morpheus just continued his assault on your body.

Flesh well swollen, your body went taut yet again despite your violently shaking legs, and your aching arms strained to grab at the cosmic tendrils stroking and vibrating around your cunt. Of course the tendrils at your wrists stopped your from doing so, far more powerful and unable to be worn out like you were. Hot tears that had gathered at your eyelashes and streaked down the side of your face, joining the trails of the others that had ran previously.

You never thought it possible to cry from being pleasured so much.

It was frustrating and every inch of your body ached from either pleasure or pain. Worst of all your stomach hurt the most from the repeated clenching of your abdominal walls after the devastatingly powerful orgasms. Caught in the umpteenth time Morpheus drew ecstasy from your body, you finally gave in with a half sob.

“Okay, okay,” You rasped, your voice cracking and fingers twitching. “You win this one, I call mercy.” For a few precious moments you thought that Morpheus would be cruel to you and refuse to do so to make a point for who was in control… but he didn’t.

“One more,” He ordered. “You will give me one more.” A cry of frustration flew from your lips as, somehow, those cosmic tendrils doubled their efforts. Violently shaking all over, you came undone with a final rush of ecstasy. Just for a moment your entire body went ridged as your walls clenched for a final time around nothing. Oxygen caught in your throat and you floundered under stars, falling limb within your cosmic cradle made from the beautiful eldritch monstrosity of Morpheus.

Your head lolled back while you breathed heavily, your eyes closed and mind drifting towards a deeper sleep. You couldn’t feel much of your body, certainly below the waist. Numb to your surroundings, you hardly noticed when the weightless feeling that had held you floating among the cosmos disappeared and your body was settled on a feather soft mattress wrapped in sheets of stardust. A straggly sigh escaped your lips and a soft touch stroked your jaw. You managed to peel your lead like eyelids open. Your gaze was met with the starry ones of Morpheus.

“I am far from finished with you,” He told you, running his fingertips along the curve of your jaw to press his thumb against your lower lip. You’d chewn it raw. With a quick brush of his finger he corrected the damage you had done, returning your lush lips to the pillowy softness they usually taunted him with. Those soft sweet lips trembled as you struggled to reply, all you could manage was a noise in the back of your throat.

The sleek and lithe body of the Dream Lord dropped against yours, and Morpheus nearly shuddered himself when he felt how moist your thighs were. He rutted his body against yours, basking in how his body glided against yours. You softly moaned and Morpheus brushed his lips against your mouth, taking in that delicious sound. Then he kissed you, urging your sweet lips to part and indulging in the tongue that caused him so much ire. How hypocritical that Morpheus found your kisses to be addicting when he couldn’t stand your antics. You sighed into his mouth, not the least bit surprised that his mouth too, tasted of stardust and dreams.

Morpheus’ hands drew down your body, following the winding paths his cosmic tendrils had taken and left behind their intimate touch. It was like a map made just for him, directing him to his destination at your hip. He pulled your thigh up, pressing your bodies together and feeling the heat and moisture still clinging there against his aching cock. It was deliciously satisfying knowing that he was the cause of such a wet, sticky mess.

He didn’t bother teasing you any further, Morpheus just slipped his throbbing cock into your tight and clenching cunt. You felt wonderful, wrapping around him as he all too easily slid into you, no resistance to be felt. Of course not, your body had bloomed just for him. Your lips broke from Morpheus’ as your head fell back against the feathery pillow, proceeded by a sweetened moan that caressed his lips. A pleased smile appeared on his face the moment his hips met yours with wet squelch.

That made your eyes fly open and heat burn beneath the skin of your neck. Holy shit how wet were you down there? You didn’t have a chance to panic or be embarrassed over the sounds produced as Morpheus began to slowly fuck you. All you could do was lie limp and breathe heavier with every stoke of his cock within your clenching walls. His face found the crook of your neck, hands continually following the cosmic path traced upon your skin. You wanted to do something, writhe against the pleasure that built up unfairly fast, claw your nails into his back, do something other than just lie there.

But you couldn’t, held down by exhaustion and the strong embrace of an Endless. The first audible and clear cry you made made his lips sharper. Then his cock easily found a rhythm in which he repeatedly tantalized a spot deep within you that gave you blinding pleasure with every pass. You shuddered again, your legs shifting ever so slightly, wanting to wrap around his body. But they couldn’t. They just lay limp while Morpheus thrust into your body and indulged on the soft catches of your breath every time his cock sank as deep into your tight clenching walls as he could go.

Lightning sizzled up your spine and you could have sworn you saw stars and were floating back in that netherworld, cradled in his eldritch grasp. You half wished you were back in that comforting state, surrounded by the Endless. Cool, boney hips pressed and ground against yours, pelvises slipping together as your prior ecstasy left no friction to be had. Even with heat blistering your body from just below your skin you could feel the coolness of your release. You had made a mess. Correction, brain, Morpheus had made a mess. And he was loving every moment of it.

Even with his face buried in your neck, midnight hair tickling your chin, mouth laying down kiss after kiss upon your untouched flesh… you knew he was smirking deviantly and entirely pleased with himself. More sounds of your bodies crashing together sloppily hit your ears and you let out a whimper, this time managing to jerk an arm up to dig your fingers into his back. The Endless rumbled against the column of your throat and slid his fingers upon your thigh to grasp your hip. He pulled your pelvis impossibly close until he had your engorged clit grinding against his cold skin. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Morpheus,” Your whispered plea was caught between a sigh and a moan, and it drove the Endless insane. Teeth skimmed up your throat and Morpheus’ remaining hand found itself buried in your hair. He pulled your head back and pressed his lips to yours again. Only this time he kissed with passion and sweetness and declaration because you were his now. You melted, easily allowing his searching tongue to draw yours into an intimate dance that made stars dance throughout your body.

You scratched at his sculpted back and responded to his endless kiss with exhausted fervor. Morpheus basked in you love and affection, displaying his ecstasy to all that graced his realm. Dreamers and creations alike were all afflicted by the true magnitude of his pleasure, getting glimpses of your joined bodies and echoes of your pleasured gasps and whimpers. Then his cock just perfectly and pleasure exploded within you.

Morpheus devoured your screams and felt the full force of your walls clenching around his cock in rippling waves. It was enough for him, the Endless allowed his own pleasure to join yours, pumping his seed deep within your body as you violently trembled in place. You fell slack against the sheets gently caressing your skinned breathed heavily against Morpheus’ face nuzzled against yours. Your eyelids sluggishly fluttered and leaned your cheek against Morpheus’ cooler one.

“Am I forgiven?” You croaked out. “Cause I really don’t wanna be banished from the Dreaming. It’s my second home.” Morpheus opened his eyes, still feeling the affects of his being shuddering from delight and expressing it throughout his realm. You wouldn’t be too pleased to learn that your final activities were expressed to all. The Endless wrapped his arms around your body and rolled to the side, holding you within his arms. Your shared releases were still dripping from were you and he were joined, but he’d have you no other place but exactly where you were at the moment.

“You are not banished, beloved,” Morpheus spoke to you in a low timbre. “But every time you decide to misbehave expect to be punished.”

The clench your cunt made was involuntary and you hated that because when you looked up into his face, you could see the smirk on his lips. Fuck. You wanted yell at him to wipe that stupid hot smirk off his face, but instead chose to play along since you were in that position.

“Is that a threat?” Morpheus ran a hand up your side, stroking your flesh and enjoying the way you shivered before rubbing his thumb along your swollen lower lip.

“A promise, little one,” Morpheus replied, nuzzling his nose against yours. You hummed before closing your eyes and letting your body go slack. You were thoroughly drained and your muscles felt so sore. It was time to sleep, but at the same time, Morpheus was still inside you.

“So… are you gonna move?”

“No,” You gaped at his straightforward, one worded answer. He hadn’t even put any thought into it either!

“Okay… but don’t you have, I don’t know, Dream Lord thingy’s to do?”

“I am exactly where I wish to be.” You blinked once. Then twice. So, he wanted to be balls deep in you rather than doing his kingly duties? That made your mind reel, but you weren’t going to get worked up over that. You really did feel exhausted (especially cause the bastard was relentless with his tendril torture) and decided to just snuggle in and close your eyes. He was, after all, a very sweet nightmare.

Date Published: 9/2/23

Last Edit: 9/2/23

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Library of Illusions~ Adventure Section

Honey

📚Part Five for the Library Of Illusions Event

📚Pairing: Space Explorer! Mingi x Alien! Reader (f)

📚Genre: Fantasy au, Sci-fi au, space au, mass effect influenced, s2l📚Warnings: tentacle sex, sub!mingi, dom!reader, anal (m receiving), mpreg, oral fixation, nipple play (m receiving), cum shot, cum eating, sex for mating purposes, m orgasm

📚Word Count: 3,448

📚Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut

📚Summary: when a human explorer comes searching for answers on your planet, you find that perhaps your mate won’t be of your world after all

📚Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the best beta readers a writer could bribe have. thank you to smalls for helping me make this have more OOMF 💞

↫The History Section ↭ MasterList ↭The Mystery Section↬

In the Adventure section your eyes wandered over the books that were there. You closed your eyes, spun around and then opened your eyes, following the line of your arm to the book you were pointing at. It was a paperback with lines in its spine like it was a beloved book. The cover said "Mass Effect" and you felt your heart swell at the space cover. Space was the ultimate adventure for a human being. If you couldn't experience it in your current life, why not explore it in this odd adventure you were on currently?

"Good luck," A voice whispered into your ear, but when you whirled around, there was no one there.

You straightened your spine. "I will win all the keys. And then I'm coming for you," You vowed. You were certain it was the same entity that had been observing you since the very beginning. You were fairly certain it wasn't Seonghwa but this was a tricky library and it was inhabited by demons. Nothing was certain.

You opened the book you had grabbed and gazed eagerly as the book flew out of your hands. It landed upright with its pages flipping open until it halted and grew to the size of a door. The center for the book was transparent and within you could see a lush forest setting with a ringed planet on the horizon. You stepped through, thinking of your lover, holding the image of his face in your mind's eye in the hopes that you would hold onto who you were and not get lost in the story once again.

You stood on a raised floor, the jungle spread out behind you. You were in a tree that was carved out to host the aliens that lived in this world, which included you. No longer did you need to be fed the knowledge of the story you were in; you were the story now. You knew that you were on a planet called Havarl. You knew that you weren't human. You were the queen to an alien race that worked roughly as the equivalent to bees on earth.

You began to pace as said human stood in front of you, fingers around his wrist in a stance that looked proud but not as if he was prepared for fighting. "Let me understand this," You said, wringing your hands, your skin the lovely shade of lavender with blue veins clearly underneath the semi-translucent skin. "You have come to this planet in search of an ancient civilization that you found at the outer edges of our galaxy. You have traced said ancient civilization to my planet and you wish to explore it with my permission."

"It is my life's work to find my people a new planet to call home," Mingi said eagerly, "This ancient civilization is key to that. I would be at your mercy, if you would allow me and my team to discover the bounty your planet offers."

"Bounty," You mused, "I think you underestimate my planet. It may be beautiful in your eyes but it is a dangerous place."

One of your people, a male, moved to step forward to pull Mingi away but you halted him with a thought. You were the queen and thus connected to all of your people. They lived for your command. "Is there a reason you wish to escort this human away before I have finished my conversation with him, Drone?"

Your handmaidens fluttered behind you, leathery wings relaying their nervousness. "My queen, we all feel it."

"And is it not my prerogative?" You wondered out loud.

Everyone of your people in the room spread out their wings and bent a full ninety degrees in supplication and acknowledgement that you were the one that made the decisions on this planet.

"You have my permission to explore, Song Mingi. But you will house yourself and your people in my tree and you will have my Drones to guide you," You announced.

Mingi frowned. "Our ship is completely self-sufficient, Your Majesty."

Your Majesty? You liked the sound of that. How did the queens on Mingi's planet rule? You looked directly into Mingi's eyes because you were not used to communicating with another that did not have a direct connection with you. "While you explore my planet, does it not seem fair that I get to observe humans?"

Mingi nodded slowly, "I suppose. It's a deal then." He put out his hand and laughed when you didn't take it. He gently grabbed your wrist and placed your hands palm to palm. "Humans shake when we make a deal. It's a gesture of faith."

You cocked your head. "Faith?"

"Well that's too big of a conversation to have right now," Mingi muttered under his breath, "It signals that the fair share is complete."

You observed Mingi and his people. They were odd creatures. They were secretive and manipulative. They spoke words while thinking of others. It confused you. There was no way to deceive another of your species, you were all connected. But nothing confused you more than finding out that the females carried their young.

Mingi was an odd red color when you brought it up with him one evening that he reported to you of his new findings. "The females have the eggs but they are dormant until a male inseminates them."

You shook your head, sipping on the royal jelly, your sole diet. "Completely opposite of our breeding methods."

Mingi choked on the liquid he was consuming, something humans always needed or they would die of. "What?!"

"I am the queen. It is my job to choose many mates. I lay my eggs in them, they gestate until they are ready to hatch and then they lay those eggs."

"You…" Mingi looked up at you through his eyelashes, "You have several mates?"

"It is up to me to continue our race. I cannot place the work on one mate, all they would do would be lying around and laying eggs. That's hardly efficient," You informed him.

Mingi cleared his throat. "That is quite different from what is common with humans."

You gasped in horror. "Do you only have one mate? That poor female!"

Mingi bursted into laughter and you felt the corners of your mouth moving upwards with the sound. Mingi was a human but he was interesting. He was beginning to look like mate material in your eyes. That's when you knew how to defeat this story.

You spent the next few days going through your mother and her mother before her memories, in search for an answer that you had never seeked before. When you found it, you let your handmaidens know your choice in the matter. They were horrified at your order but there was nothing to stop you. You were the queen; once you made a decision, that was it.

Mingi was nervous, you knew this, because he continued to shift from foot to foot. You were starting to pick up on the small hints that humans had to portray to each other how they felt. You were proud that you were able to learn so quickly of another species.

"Song Mingi, human explorer, I have decided that I will make you one of my mates," You declared to him.

“Are you gonna get me pregnant?” Mingi smiled in amusement, “Fill me up so I can carry your offspring?”

You cocked your head. “Only if you’re amenable to it.”

Mingi’s tongue was caught at the corner of his mouth. “Bet.”

Your antenna moved but you knew you were not going to be able to pick up what Mingi was thinking no matter what you did. "Are you certain? I did explain our mating habits properly, did I not? It is not what you are used to--"

"I want to try it with you," Mingi said, using the same eager eyes he had when he wanted to explore your planet.

"You may tell me to stop at any time but if you wish to proceed, you may strip your clothes off," You informed him.

You watched as Mingi's skin was revealed to you and it made you feel content in your choice. He appeared strongly built, able to carry young successfully. You hoped so, anyways. Such a thing had not been attempted to your knowledge, and your knowledge went back to the first queen.

You offered your arm to Mingi. "I need you to bite me. It is proof for all to know that I have mated. I will bear it proudly. Once you drink my blood, you will also be ready for the mating."

Mingi bit into the sensitive skin there, you winced with the pain but once Mingi started to drink your blood, you felt better. There would be more than one piece of you inside of Mingi's body soon enough.

Where your people all had wings so that they could move around the tree that was your city, the core of your civilization, you had no wings; there was no need for you to fly, for where did you have to go? You directed your people and produced young. Instead you were equipped with tentacles that extended from your spine, all as nimble as arms and hands and legs.

You stood before Mingi and revealed said tentacles to him. Thin, finger thick tentacles made themselves known, feather light touches on Mingi at first. They followed the length of his cock, traced his collarbones and nipples. Mingi moaned at the sensations.

“Now where is your orifice that I can lay my eggs in,” You murmured to yourself. One exploratory tentacle followed his shaft, caressed his balls, tickled his perineum and found his puckered hole. “Ah,” you exclaimed upon finding it. The tentacle squirted the prepping liquid at Mingi’s hole and then began a licking motion. Clearly Mingi was happy with the way your tentacles played with the nerves along his puckered hole because he made noises of content.

But he suddenly acquired a look in his eye. You couldn't blame him, he was a human after all, and all they seemed to know was to manipulate to get what they wanted. “Is that all you’ve got?” Mingi mocked you, “Those tentacles are barely going to fill me?”

Your anger zoomed through you, and you were thankful you had the forethought to discover how to cut off all your thoughts from your people except for the connection so that they all remained aware that you were still alive. If they had felt your anger, Mingi would have been dead before you could think another thought. “What did you say?”

“I said--ah!” Mingi smirked and gasped as one of your tentacles wrapped around his dick, squeezing and convulsing, while two other tentacles licked at his nipples. You had learned of all the erogenous zones from the metal windows that held all the information about the human race. “I expected more from you. You’re a queen, are you not? What’s with all the tiny tentacles? I could fuck myself better with my own fingers!”

Your small, finger tentacles were to prepare your mate for the mating. You had not explained that to Mingi but you had hoped he would catch on to that. You laughed in anger, “Oh my love. You’re going to regret that.”

Your strong, lifter tentacles shot out and wrapped around all of Mingi’s limbs, lifting him up in the air. Mingi watched with wide eyes as you put him in a spread eagle position. Then, your main tentacle that would carry the eggs shoved itself into Mingi’s ass. Mingi’s mouth dropped open and his eyes became clouded with lust. Your tentacles moved Mingi’s body so he was close enough so that you could purr in his ear, “How’s that for tiny tentacles, my love?”

“So…full…” Mingi moaned, closing his eyes.

“You want me to fuck you now, Mingi. Want my big tentacle to pump you full of eggs?” You stroked his check tenderly with your finger.

Mingi nodded, “I’m ready.”

Your impregnator tentacle began to thrust into Mingi’s eager hole and he moaned so loudly you almost stopped, if not for the line of drool slowly leaving Mingi’s mouth. “Fu-fuck,” He stuttered, “I’ve never…oh god!” This time he cursed because the tentacle wrapped around his dick opened up at the tip and swallowed the head of his dick, still curled around his length.

“I’ve got to make you feel good since you’re going to be a good mate for me and take all my eggs,” You purred.

“Fill--Me--Up--” Mingi groaned as you thrusted slowly into him.

You sent three finger tentacles into his mouth, the other two still busy playing with his tight nipples. At this point, Mingi was covered in your juices, his naked body sweating from the sex as well. He was a moaning mess and you were quite pleased with the results. Except for one, tiny detail.

“My love,” You cooed, attempting to pull Mingi from the headspace he was enjoying.

You removed the tentacles from his mouth, watching as his tongue chased them, a string of saliva running from the tip of his tongue to the tentacles before breaking. Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed in his best effort to concentrate. “Honey?”

Your heart swelled at his adorable nickname for you, saying you reminded him of a queen bee from back home on earth. “You’re so cute when you’re getting fucked. You wanna see your tummy bulge now? Think you’re ready for my eggs?”

Mingi’s eyes shot open and his face was clearly eager to please. “Tummy bulge?”

You smiled and nodded, urging your tentacle to spill your eggs. Mingi’s cries became a crescendo as your tentacle purged your eggs into him, the small circular eggs traveling through him. Mingi watched with hooded eyes as his stomach became bigger with your eggs. With one final pass over his prostate, his body tensed, muscles bulging and your mate shouted as he came from the stimulation.

Your tentacles held him in place but the finger tentacles soothed him as much as they could. The one around his cock came off and you were spurted with his cum. You blinked in confusion, not entirely sure what happened. You brought some to your lips to taste them and hummed in appreciation. Mingi had solely consumed your species' food, which was mostly sweet and natural to your planet, akin to fruits and vegetables, so the taste of his cum was glorious.

You cocked your head curiously. “What is this liquid?”

Mingi cracked his eyes open and groaned, his dick twitching at you consuming his cum. “That’s what we use to fertilize our female eggs.”

“Interesting,” You hummed again, “We will have to explore your customs, my love.”

“If you fuck me like that every time, I don’t think I’ll have a reason to return to earth,” Mingi admitted, closing his eyes tiredly.

Your tentacles slowly released Mingi’s slumped body onto your bed. “You’re my mate now, my love. You will birth our spawn and make me happy,” You murmured to your sleepy mate as you brushed his hair out of his face.

“You’ll stay with me?” Mingi yawned adorably.

Your gut wretched at the lie you were about to tell. "Of course, where else would I go? I have no wings to take me elsewhere."

"Good because I don't want our babies to grow up without a mother," Mingi murmured, clearly falling into slumber.

You did not sleep, nor did you leave the story either. Anxiety raced through you. You thought for sure that mating with Mingi was the answer to completing the story. Would you have to live longer here? Watch as Mingi laid your eggs? Watch as they grew up? Where was the end to this?

Eventually, you shook Mingi gently to wake him up. "My love?"

"Mmmm?" Mingi smacked his lips but did not open his eyes.

"When you left your Earth, did you leave anyone behind?"

Mingi's eyes opened slowly and they spoke of something you did not know of. You pressed your forehead to his, searching for a connection you did not have. You could not read his mind nor exchange thoughts. It was up to Mingi to tell you of his thoughts. "If you're asking if I've had a mate, I have not."

You leaned forward. "What about this love you humans speak of?"

Mingi shook his head. "What do you know of love?"

Your lost lovers' laughter haunted your dreams when you slept in the real world. You would wake up in your bed, reach across the expanse and cry when he was not there. "Which is a better life? To not have felt love, or to have loved and lost it?"

"Is that what drives you?" Mingi asked, "Love?"

You nodded, "Love is what drives me every day to put one step in front of the other."

Mingi sat up and cupped your face. "You have showed me a kindness today. To see that love can live."

The air tensed, warping and stretching and suddenly it snapped and you were back in the Adventure Section. Mingi was no longer naked but he was sporting a ball cap, a button down with a harness, fingerless gloves and baggy black jeans.

"I don't wish to trap you when your heart beats for another. But I think, in another world, you could have been what would have freed us," Mingi told you forlornly.

"Free you? Are you trapped here?" You asked.

Mingi shook his head. "I've said too much."

"My love," You echoed your Queen self.

Mingi smiled, his eyes becoming tiny which only helped tears pour from the corners. "I will remember your story for all of my years, I promise."

Within Mingi's book was a golden bumble bee and you couldn't help but feel your heart lift at the memory of Mingi's sweet nickname of Honey for you. He gave you the key, his tears no longer apparent but a longing in his eyes that had not gone away.

You had to stay strong but it was getting harder in different ways than you had thought possible.

You walked to the desk in which Seonghwa seemed to live. The Keeper of the Keys was watering a singular daisy with laser focus. It wasn't until you thrusted your key from the Adventure section that Seonghwa moved that focus to you. instead of taking the key, his hand clamped on your arm, seeing the new tattoo there.

"A…tentacle?" Seonghwa's face screwed up in confusion. "Did you go back to Wooyoung…no, Yunho's section?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "No, Seonghwa, I went to Mingi's section. See!" You waved the bee key in front of his face. "Would I have another key if I went back to another section?"

Seonghwa pursed his lips to the side in thought. "No, but a tentacle?"

"Yes, Seonghwa, a tentacle. I fucked Mingi full of my eggs in that story. Do you want all the dirty details or can I move on now?"

Seonghwa swallowed and stuttered, taking your new key and saying there was no need to be so mean. You rubbed your eyebrow in frustration. He was right. "I'm sorry. The toll of all these stories are starting to affect me."

Seonghwa turned around in shock, the bee dropping from his slender fingers. "Did you just apologize to me?"

You let out a noise, part laugh and part scoff. "Yes, the horrible human apologized to you. Countless wonders in the Library of Illusions, huh?"

"You're not a horrible human," Seonghwa said, his eyes big now and you did not like that look.

"Don't you start too," You shook a finger at him.

"Start what?" Seonghwa wondered, sucking in his lower lip.

"I--no." You put your hands up and backed up. "I have one more key. I'll be back."

"Good luck!" Seonghwa called out, "Come back soon," he said, slightly softer but you heard it nonetheless. These fucking demons.

The Mystery Section was the last section that you had to defeat. You could do this; for yourself and for your lost lover. You knew it was the mystery section because the sign continuously exchanged the letters for the word mystery with question marks. There were noises of contemplation and sirens escaping from the section. You needed a sharp and focused mind for this section. Here's hoping that you could do what needed to be done. One more step and the treasure would be yours, and hopefully, you would feel the arms of your lover around you once more.

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{Caring Hands}

Program: After months of heartbreak and worry, your roommate takes you out for a night to your old stomping grounds- 79s. A bar that used to hold such fond memories of spending blurry night with your friends of the 501st legion by the side of your riduur, Rex. tonight, it seems the magnetic pull between the two of you is determined to bring you together for one last chance.

Pairing: Ex! Rex x Ex, GN! Reader

Side Pairing: Fives x OC! Kiva

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Second Chances

Length: 3956w

Warnings: Pet names (Lover, Cya're, Cyar'ika, Riduur), Drinking to the point of being tipsy/drunk, Heartbreak, Swears, Barely edited

Captain's Notes: Hi guys!!!! It's been awhile. Life has been a force (hehe, no pun intended), but I've been really enjoying my rewatch of the Clones Wars series. And I am simply in love with so many of the clones/boys. They make my heart very happy and fuzzy. It's been nice to revisit one of my favorite shows from my childhood, and the fact that Rex is still my favorite character (other than Ahsoka) makes me feel happy and at home.

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The soft green and muted yellow lighting envelop you in an intimate atmosphere of buzzing excitement. Music thrums through the air as the 79s’ clientele swirl around the dance floor or wrap themselves around this evening’s partners in booths. As the war invades every nook and corner of the galaxy, the GAR’s unofficial bar offers its services for wayward individuals who look for a semblance of normalcy. A chance to forget the lingering, stale breath of unknown destruction breathing down everyone’s necks. Time stands still at the mercy of drunk shouts of excitement.

“You know,” Kiva drawls as he drags his cocktail’s straw across his lower lip, “going out to bars and clubs is more interesting if you actually speak to people”. His deep, teasing chuckle shudders through you more than the deafening bass.

“You know,” you hum as the tingling sensation of your fifth drink courses through your veins, “going out to bars and clubs is more interesting when you aren’t surrounded by your ex's brothers. Who happen to share extremely similar physical features”. Your voice drips with whiskey and venom.

Leaning onto your white knuckled fist, you down the last few sips of your liquor unable to pull your eyes away from the booth in the alcove corner just past the bar. The unmistakable colors of the 501st and 212th battalions flash under the pulsing lights as troopers recline in the booth or lean over the seat backings to join in on the conversation. Your attention flitted between your roommate and the CO table when the two of you sat yourselves at the bar at the beginning of the night. When you caught sight of hidden smirk and mischievous glint in his amber eyes, you ordered the first round of shots. Your eyes stung from neon lights that lit up the bar area of the tenders to see their work and as you watched Rex pull the beautiful Twi’lek close to his side. His hands palmed her soft curves and pulled her as close as possible. Bile rose up and bit the back of your throat as you threw back another drink.

As alcoholic cloudiness eases into your system, a sigh pushes past your lips and you turn your gaze to Kiva. His dark eyes look past you as a small half smile grows on face. Blinking at him, you follow his gaze. Leaning against the section divider of the CO table, Fives animatedly speaks to a friend from a different battalion whose armor is decorated in a scratched gray paint.

“You know,” your voice light and airy with its teasing melody, “going out to bars is more interesting if you go speak to people”. You jab your elbow into his arm and signal to the bartender for another drink.

“I’m not going to leave you here, heartbroken and drunk,” his tentacle tresses bounce around as he shakes his head, “Especially, alone. It’s a remarkable phenomena that you’re still able to form a coherent thought at the rate you're consuming spotchka shots”. Taking a sip of his drink, Kiva eyes you, “Besides, I don’t even know him”.

A bubbling giddiness washes through you as you look from Kiva to Fives to your fresh drink in front of you. Tracing a slightly trembling finger around the glass, you take a deep breath. Just because your trooper romance didn’t end how you had hoped doesn’t mean the same will happen for Kiva. Especially if he’s interested in sweet Fives.

“His name is Fives- CT-27-5555, if you want to get technical. But, only his twin is allowed to call him that, so don’t even think about it until he says you can use it” your voice is warm and quiet. It drips with whiskey and sweetens the soft smile you share with Kiva. His shocked expression causes a flurry of giggles from your lips. “He’s an ARC Trooper in the 501st. Too charming for his own good, but he knows exactly what to say at any moment,” you share as you watch Kiva’s lovestruck expression fall back onto your former friend. Taking a slow sip of your drink, a wave of conflicting emotions tumble through you. If you stepped one foot too close to that booth, all eyes would be on you. As much as you wanted to help Kiva, you knew that the night would only end abruptly if you inserted yourself back into the group.

“Doesn’t mean he’s into guys though,” Kiva nervously deflects with a wave of his hand and the last sip of his cocktail.

“Every time I would run into him, he would find a way to ask about you. I don’t think we’ve had a conversation that didn’t somehow include your name since he met you at Hellkai’s birthday party,” you carefully use the leg closest to him to start pushing him off the barstool.

“Wha-what,” Kiva stammers as he slightly stumbles out of his seat.

Before he can protest, you throw both your feet on top of the stool and cross your legs. “I’ll be here when you’re ready to leave. Either with me, or with Fives. Just let me know, and I’ll crash a couch somewhere. Now go have an interesting night,” you exclaim and shove him in the direction of the clones.

With every step Kiva took, the fleeting feeling of happiness seeped out of you. Although you see the nerves bouncing in Kiva as he weaved his way through the mass of tipsy dancers, you know he’ll be in caring hands. When he clears past most of the crowd, you see Fives stand up a little straighter and beam past the other trooper’s shoulder. Like a missing piece of the picture, Kiva finds his place next to Fives. A twist in your stomach tingles as he rests a hand on the back of Fives’ neck. With ease, Fives rests his hand on the small of Kiva’s back, and the tingles flame inside you. When their gazes meet, the coil snaps in you and you tear your stinging eyes away from the touching scene. Good for them. They both deserve happiness.

“You alright there, mesh’la?” a gentle hand rests on your shoulder. With a jolt, you snap your head and are met with a concerned clone. Your breathing becomes heavy as you open your mouth to send him away, but the sight of scratched blue armor with a medic symbol on the shoulder causes your throat to constrict.

“Hey, hey,” Kix slides closer to you and rests his other hand on your cheek, “It’s okay. Just too much to drink tonight, huh? How about some water then? Wait, you- you look familiar.”

“I’m fine,” you croak out and swing your body away from his caring hands to face the bar. You keep your shaking hands around your whiskey glass and watch the iceball water down your only ally in the bar.

“Wait a minute,” his timber voice hummed closer as he slid into the now open stool, “It is you. What- what are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry, Kix. I’m not here to ruin anyone’s fun. Just trying to have my own,” you bitterly chuckle.

“That’s not what I meant,” Kix rests an arm on the bartop and shifts his body closer into your personal space. His usually soft eyes flood with concern as he takes in your appearance. “I- we haven’t seen you in months, mesh’la. Thought you moved planets- kriff, even to a different system. Rex wouldn’t let up any info, so we all thought it was an emergency”.

You’re barely able to keep the choked sob locked behind your grimace as your heart pounds in your throat. The truth trying to break past your loyal lips. Shrugging, you keep your eyes locked on the flowing lights that twinkle behind all the glass bottles. The cold synthetic material of your glass balances on your lip before you throw it back.

“Enough,” Kix hisses and grabs your wrist to pull the cup away. His look of disbelief causes a twinge of guilt to register in your haze.

“Come one, mesh’la. Let’s get you home,” Kix carefully wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you up.

Panic stabbing into your skin, you throw some credits onto the bar and try to drag your feet to stop him. “Kix, what are you doing?” you hiss.

“Making sure nothing bad happens to you. Why were you alone over there? You must have seen us in our usual spot,” Kix looks at you in confusion as the two of you work your way through the throng of dancing bar goers.

“Because,” you try to quickly clear the situation before you are recognized by any other clones, “there’s a reason that Rex didn’t want to talk about me”.

You try to wriggle out of Kix’s hold once you see Kiva and Fives wrapped in each other’s arms. “Seriously, Kix. Leave it alone. You’re doing more harm than good,” you practically beg.

“What are you talking about? Look, even if you and Rex are in a bit of a tricky spot, I can guarantee that you’re his endgame. The man won’t stop talking about you,” Kix sends a genuine smile your way and rubs his thumb in soothing circles on your side.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Fives calls both of you over. Kiva straightens up in Fives’ embrace as he watches the two of you walk towards the booth.

You frantically shake your head and try to think of a plausible excuse to get out of this. What was once your safe haven for nights out now spits you deep into enemy territory.

“I thought I said to keep it easy on the drinks,” Kiva chuckles uncomfortably and moves to your other side, “Time to go home, huh?” Slipping his arm around your waist above Kix’s own, Kiva turns to say something to Fives.

“Wait, no. Do you have to,” Fives castes the two of you a sad look. “I didn’t even know you were plantside, and now you try to scurry out in a rush? That’s just rude,” Fives jokes.

“Come join us, mesh’la,” Kix coaxes you, “All the guys have missed you and would be thrilled to catch up. We’ll just get some sodas for the rest of the night”.

“You’re joking. No way in haran that me and Jesse are letting you go home before we start the games,” Fives reaches for your hand as you shake your head so hard, it nearly causes you to tumble over.

“Fives, cya’re, it’s time we go home. This one can’t even stand on their feet,” Kiva tries again and successfully makes one step closer to the exit. Which is one step closer towards Fives and the entrance to the CO booth.

“Cyar’ika, let’s get them in a seat then,” Fives leans into Kiva’s chest to whisper something in his ear. You feel the excited tremble on Kiva's side and another wave of guilt washes over you.

“Guys, come one. I’m fine. Definitely not my worst night out, so I can get home with no issue. Kiva, why don’t you stay here,” you pull away from the group and notice the growing number of glances you’re all attracting.

“Why are you trying to run from us? I thought we were your friends,” Kix’s voice is dry with confusion and hurt.

“We can hang out another time. I promise. I’m just tired. You said it yourself, I’ve had enough for tonight,” you frantically try to deescalate the growing unease in the area as you sway and twist through the crowd.

Not even caring about bumping into other patrons, you focus your attention away from the twisted expression on Kix’s face and the shouts of recognition from the CO table.

You use your elbows to move others out of your way, but the dull, plastoid armor does nothing but bite back at you. Blaster boots and high heels trip you as you lose yourself in the crowd once more. Your heart jumps in time with the rhythm of the song blaring. Sweat sits heavy on your skin as you break free and try to find sight of the exit.

Hallow pants wrack your body from the close proximity of other patrons, but you find the neon blue exit sign for the door. Taking the first step, you continue your trek to fresh air as you narrowly push past another clone and jostle the drink in his hand.

“Watch it,” the gruff voice mumbles.

Two words in a bitter tone are all that cause your blazing body to turn ice cold. He’s supposed to be up in the booth.

“Sorry,” you breathe out.

With a weary look from the corner of his eye, the clone’s stoic expression is broken by shocked realization. “Cyar’ika,” Rex’s voice rumbles.

“I’m just on my way out, so don’t worry about holding back. Okay? It’s all good. Have fun tonight,” you mutter breathlessly and sway a step forward.

“Hey,” Rex gently demands your attention. He twists his body to face you completely and holds out his free arm to catch you from falling.

“Are you-,” Rex looks at you with tense, uncomfortable eyes, “Are you okay? You look-”.

“You don’t get to ask that anymore,” you growl behind gritted teeth. Pushing his arm out of your way, you continue your trek to the exit. You are so close. Just a few more bodies to get past.

“Wait a minute- kriff,” Rex exclaims and gently grasps your arm.

“Stop it,” you hiss, “You’re going to make a scene. Just let me go. Let me go, again.” The final word sits heavy in the air, and Rex’s grip tightens around you for a moment.

“Take this,” Rex mutters, “I’m walking this one home. Too much to drink”. Without a moment to register who he was speaking to, Rex pulls you along to the exit. Not even casting a glance to make sure you could keep up with his determined strides.

Stumbling behind Rex, you can’t find the strength to pull your arm out of his careful hold or tear your glossy eyes away from his figure. With each step closer to the entrance way, you choke back the dry sobs that well inside you. You had hoped that the last time you were with Rex in the 79s that it would be a happy memory. Instead, the galaxy decided to throw the two of you together for one last spat.

The cool night time air soothes your burning cheeks. Speeders and cruisers fly past the entry line of rowdy soldiers and excited patrons as they wait for entry. Coruscant’s cityscape lights up the starry night with synthetic warmth from billboard to skyscraper.

“Same place,” Rex asks softly.

Not answering his question, or allowing yourself to meet his pertinent gaze, you feebly pull your arm out of his comforting hand. “Please, stop,” your hollow voice responds.

“Cyar’ika,” Rex says in exasperation, “Come on, you shouldn’t be out like this. Let’s get you back-”.

“Stop,” your hoarse voice pleads as you begin walking back to your apartment. Memories of walking home with Rex after a night out with the 501st should bring you happiness. You didn’t want them to be tainted by the lingering heartbreak of tonight if you could help it.

The racing sounds of nightlife mutffle your hearing, so a stab of fear strikes you when you feel yourself being suddenly tugged into the side alley of 79s.

“Enough,” Rex growls into your ear. He leads both of you out of sight and behind some of the bar’s shipment crates. With careful hands, he lightly pushes you into the wall and stays pressed up in front of you. Just enough room for you to push him away if you really wanted to. Just enough room to intoxicate your senses with only his presence.

Running his hands over his cropped hair, Rex watches you with a glint of frustration in his eyes. “I tried to be nice,” he starts off in a low voice.

“I didn’t fucking ask. I told you I was leaving,” you bite back. Your finger nails dig into the palm of your hand.

“Will you let me speak,” he snaps. His chest plate rising and falling in heavy breaths. “You were the one kicking up a scene in there and out front. What are you doing here?”

“You don’t own this bar, Rex. Anyone can come and enjoy a night out,” you seethe.

“I may not own this bar in a legal sense, but this is the closest place us clones can call home. You know that. Why not some other bar? I told you- we’re done. We had a nice run. But we need split ways,” he rumbles. With each painful word, his face moves closer your own. Hard, amber eyes lock with yours as mixed emotions flash across the surface to show peeks of the soft look of adoration underneath. The musky scent of his cologne mixes with the whiskey on his breath to make you feel dizzy. “That includes where we spend our nights out. Now I’m going to have to bat off Kix and Fives for who knows how long”.

“That’s what you wanted. Not me,” you lash out. His eyes widen slightly at your volume, and you jab his chest plate with your finger before he can regain control of the conversation. “I didn’t want our relationship to end. I didn’t want you to let me go. I didn’t even get a say in the matter. And, I certainly didn’t ask you to be nice”. Your voice steadily grows in volume as your body trembles in anger. “You're a soldier. You made where your loyalty stands, so fucking clear. If this is your choice then you have to own up to the consequences of your actions. So dealing with your squad’s questions -- my fucking friends, who I haven’t see because I for some fucking reason respected your request for space -- about why I haven’t been around or why I was so desperate to leave tonight, is your own fucking fault. Kriff, for someone who is haran bent to follow orders and lead by a good example, you’re an awful person”.

Rex takes a step away from you. Hurt melts away his anger, and he looks down at his boots. Fists flexing by his sides.

“This isn’t you,” you quietly sob, “I know you. I know the real Rex. Your boys know you, and they see something’s wrong”. With shaking hands, you softly hold his armored hand in a careful clasp. “Why won’t you let me in? Let me help you. All I have wanted in our relationship is to be by your side and support you”. You take a daring step closer to him, and when he doesn’t pull away, you wrap him in a tight embrace.

The cool plastoid feels grimy to your skin. They couldn’t have been plantside for more than a few hours. Desperate to taste a sense of home and normalcy after the latest dire mission. Tentative hands drag across the fabric of your shirt and press you further into his chest plate.

Rex flexes his fingers to gently pull your body as close as he can with armor still sitting heavy on his shoulders. Pressing his face into the curve of your neck, he breathes you in to try to ground him. It’s always been you. Your face is the first image that would grace his vision when he closes his eyes each night. Memories of small acts of love keeps him grounded when news of a lost brother is announced. The echo of your laugh overpowers the crashing bomb shells on the battleground. No matter where in the galaxy he travels to, Rex can only think about you and how you have cared for him. He couldn’t risk that being taken away from him. He couldn’t risk anyone trying to use a GAR officer’s riduur as leverage.

“Enough,” Rex’s broken voice pleads into the crook of your neck. He closes his watery eyes and pulls you closer when you tenderly trail your finger across his back plate. Even with GAR issued armor and regulation protection, Rex knows your caring hands will be his downfall.

“Rex,” you gasp in his ear. Your voice light like the cool breeze that causes both of you to shiver. “Rex, I-”.

“Don’t,” he begs, “Don’t say it”. He drags his nose across the column of your neck, and both of you feel slight dampness where your bodies connect. Placing a gentle kiss in the dip of your neck, Rex shakes his head and pleads, “Cyar’ika, if you finish that sentence I will never be able to walk away from you. Not even when I’m called back to base for training or briefings. Especially, not when I know I face death like a familiar acquaintance everyday”.

“But, you didn’t face death today,” you hold him closer. The two of you are trying to mold into each other. Either to rekindle a lingering flame or to imprint a final memory of each other’s body to forever remember. “You face your lover today. Your lover who only asks one thing of you”.

Rex shudders a pained breath that sweeps across your skin. His lips trail everywhere as he can’t find the strength to pull himself away from your hold. “I can’t stay, cyar’ika. And, I can’t put you through the constant pain of not knowing if I’m alive,” his words break with a sob. “I’m trying to protect you. I don’t get to make many choices for myself or my life, but I have the choice to protect you. I will always choose you, your safety, and your happiness over my own. My runi is tied to yours, and I am bound to you for darasuum”. Overwhelmed by emotions, Rex moves his head to lean his forehead against yours. Tears freely stream down his face as he bares himself in front of you.

“You are my happiness, riduur,” your gentle affirmation is met by a pained whimper. “Without you, I am nothing but a body. My runi is tied to yours, and I am bound to you for darasuum. Come home, lover”.

“I don’t want to keep hurting you,” Rex whispers. His amber eyes glisten as he watches your own eyes trickle with tears.

“Then come home where you belong. By my side. I don’t ask you to give up your brothers or stay away from the battlefield. Let me know that when you come planetside on leave, that you’ll come home to me and let me care for you”.

Unable to tell where one body starts and the other meets, the two of you keep each other in a searing embrace. Tears stream together as you press closer to his face. Nose bumps cause choked chuckles to fall. Heavy breaths fan across chapped lips just millimeters away from meeting in the middle.

“Please,” your soft plea ghosts over his mouth. Your invitation tastes of home cooked meals and warm caf in the morning.

“Always, cyar’ika. I will do everything in my power to come home to you,” Rex promises and places a gentle kiss on your growing smile, “I’m so sorry I left you, riddur”.

One hand slips just underneath the hem of your shirt to feel the familiar planes of your body as Rex rests his other hand on the nape of your neck. Unable to fight against the force pulling the two of you together, Rex dips down and presses a chaste kiss to your beaming smile. Another falls soon after, slightly longer as he traces the curve of your bottom lip with his tongue. And another when you look at him in adoration that pulls a soft sigh. A new sound to allow himself to reimagine when he misses you. Ready to come home to caring hands.

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feotakahari · 3 months

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The Truth

It's surprising how little I miss having eyes.

“The cane helps a lot,” I tell Bobby. “And if I can't chop carrots for dinner, well, I remember having a husband somewhere around here. I'm sure he could make dinner himself.”

“Isn't there anything you want to see, though?” he asks me. “I'd hate not being able to see your face anymore.”

“I can still touch you,” I say. “I can feel those strong cheekbones, and kiss that mustache you keep forgetting to trim. It's overdue, by the way.”

Bobby doesn't argue further, but I know full well what he would have asked. Out of all the things I could see in the world, was it worth giving it up for one glimpse of the Messenger?

My husband hasn't seen the Truth. That's why he doesn't understand.

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I was one of the first to see Him, when He came down from the sky. It was a clear blue day when something orange streaked across the sky and landed in the woods behind our house. I went to look at it, while Bobby stayed behind.

I couldn't see Him in motion. No one could. So He'll always be a frozen picture in my memories, with eyes like galaxies, and wondrous, hypnotic tentacles. I fell to my knees, and the world went away.

I ran and stumbled, tripping over tree roots, making my way back to the house. Warm blood dripped down my face, and the Truth sang in my veins.

I crawled on hands and knees up the back steps, too lost in thought to hear Bobby’s movements on the wooden floor of the living room. But he must have turned and looked at me, because he screamed and screamed for so long.

He called 911 and begged for help, saying his wife had lost both her eyes. I couldn't make him understand that I was fine. Better than fine. I'd seen the Truth.

–

“So what's the Truth, then?” Bobby asks me. “Why do you keep talking around it?”

“Because I can't explain it,” I tell him. “It wouldn't make sense to you unless you've seen Him.”

“That's not what truth is, though. Nobody sees the truth. All we can do is think about what we see and try to logic out what the truth is.”

“All you can do,” I say, “because you haven't seen the Truth.”

I hear him sigh. “At least tell me what it's a truth about,” he says. “God? The world? Humanity?”

“Everything,” I tell him. “Everything that's ever existed, and everything that will ever exist.”

“So what's the truth like? Is it beautiful?”

“Beyond anything you can imagine.”

“Then it's not the truth,” he says. “Truth is never pretty. It's always messy and complicated.”

“You're true,” I tell him, “and you're beautiful.”

“Your eyes were beautiful,” he says. “Blue like a lake covered in ice.”

“A sacrifice,” I say. “Something lost, for something gained. The Truth is so much better than my eyes could ever be.”

–

“He's afraid,” I tell the Messenger. “He thinks there's something wrong with me. Something wrong! I feel so complete, but he completes me too. He always has. If I lose him over this . . .”

The Messenger coos at me in a language I don't understand. A tentacle softly pats my head, dripping thick liquid into my hair. I lose myself in the Truth, and all is right with the world again.

–

“I think he hacks your brain,” Bobby tells me. “There's something in your brain that goes 'I've seen the Truth!' It doesn't matter whether what you saw is really true or not.”

“But it is true!” I say. “How do you not get that?”

“Because lying is easy,” he says. “It's hard to solve problems in government, but it's easy for some fresh-faced politician to convince people he'll solve problems. It's hard to run a business, but you can convince venture capitalists you'll be the next big thing and waste their money. I don't think anyone can know the truth about everything, but lying about the truth? Anyone can do that.”

“I can't believe that,” I tell him. “The Truth is more real to me than anything else in the world. I could believe anything is wrong, as long as it's not the Truth.”

“That's what scares me,” he says softly.

–

He doesn't leave a note when he goes to see the Messenger. Thinking back later, I can only guess why he went. Maybe he wanted to do some kind of a test, or maybe he just wanted to understand what was in my head.

I don't realize anything is wrong until I hear the siren.

Brain bleeding, they tell me. Dead before they even got there. The raw, unfiltered Truth met my husband's disbelieving mind, and it killed him.

–

There are some things you just can't do when you're blind. But there's a neighbor who worries about her son. She doesn't understand why he keeps going to see the Messenger. So she puts together the components for me, and she keeps him home that day.

I don't bother hiding it, holding it in my left hand and my cane in my right hand. Everyone who would see it is blind anyway, except the Messenger Himself. And I don't think He’ll recognize what it does.

I don't know how mortal He is. Maybe I won't even hurt Him. But I need to try, and at close range, you don't need that many pounds of explosive to kill someone.

I still believe, and I can't hate Him for enlightening me. But I don't think the Truth is meant for this world. Today, I'll leave the world alongside it.

#story

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jaxieus · 1 year

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ive written this three times but tumblr keeps messing up and undoing all the writing i did :'(

but i wont let it discourage me! ive got a lot to say about the art i made even though its messy sketches on mspain(t) XD

i had been feeling burnt out and decided to draw comfort characters ( some that ive not drawn in a long time or have acknowledged but never drew before) and the carebears is a franchise thats been with me for so long i made a whole painting for class about it!

i made a list and with utter shock i realized that i basically bacame my owm worts enemy! the list grew so much (and is still growing :')) and i only drew a few characters so far

i know ill render these soon but the others will take a while

(but im really concerned about how im gonna tag this without being obnoxious 🥲)

i have like alot to say about these characters i drew because they mean so much to me and i never really could delve into them at school.

theres more i want to say and its under the cut! :D

so this is gonna get a lil personal but hopefully not too much to the point its boring ,:)

the first character i want to talk about is Ursula. i remember when i was younger being increadibly infatuated with her. i would draw her whenever i could. on chalkboards, the wall, i made paper cut-out of her and digitally drew her on ms paint! she was the first character that a had a desire to be close to in a way. a character albeit evil felt comforting and till this day make me tear up from how beautiful her design is! Ursula was the first female character i felt a strong aesthetic attraction to. (im just kinda a sucker for powerful women)

so i made sure to stay true to her design by keeping her body type and tentacles. basically just switching her hands and head to the carebears design (im still deciding whether or not to keep her hair)

second has to be Rosalina. she really made me accept and realize that i did have an attraction to the same sex ':) i loved playing as her in smash bros, listening/watching her story in galaxy. i never really 'got' the whole thing but reflecting and growing as a person did make me realize that not just fictional men look great but women too!

her design is based on the carebear cousins because the main thing was the mane! you dont really see a bear with a long loc covering its eye so having her different from the others i think gives good variety

third King Candy. oka y i recently feel back inlove with him! mostly because of @/ blackthewolf17's drawings of him!! and that made me rewatch the movie and wow! i remember liking his character a while back but i never really appreciated his as a villain! watching the movie and seeing the art made me remember the discussions i had with my fam about liking him and them not really understanding. (its kinda a running theme with a lot of the characters i like)

i wanted the characters the pop out and look recognizable. i kept the crown and collar. his belly badge is a paper covering his original badge! this one shows the crown and a few bits of candy. (leaning into the fact that he doesnt belong)

next is NME SalesGuy for Four. (such a clever name) this dude is literally a character that i was shocked by his stature! i mean what did i expect? falling for a dude that exudes tall energy but is literally a short king! this dude was there during some cool family times while watching right back at ya!

while looking for references, i found i cb comic and i loved how their legs looked. it wasnt bent like the originals on the cards and i thought they looked really goofy! so i went with that with the design becasue he just doesnt really fit with everyone elses stlye

fifth Rick Sanchez. man, this old man. has been with me through a lot. i saw a poster if the show before it premiered and two years after, i watched it and ive obsessed over him so much i made people watch Rick and Morty so i could talk with them about it. R&M really got me back onto tumblr because it was my entire personality since the show was at its peak and after. (old men tsk tsk) i made OCs Self inserts and played the mobile game. i literally memorized episodes to recite as i went to sleep. and analyzed frames of my fave episode to get better at animation!

i gave Rick clothes because i wanted him to have some flair. iconic elements of him is his tousled hair, coat and alcohol. (hes drinking 'happy juice')

Sixth is Coach Brunt. a girlboss of a villain! she took care of and orphan and made her feel like she was her own! shes determined, strong, fierce, fit, has a great voice, money, and kind. what more could a girl ask for?? this was another character that i had seen while watching CS with the fam. (still havent completed it tho)

i did break the rule and give her a tuft of hair also ':/ but i like her BB i gave her.

its a paw punching a heart (maybe too violent)

Seventh is Johan liebert. i really loved this dude. the series just made me think more about human nature and nurture. i met some cool people becasue of this dude. Johan in a way made me cope with the problems that happened in my life. he really was the character that i also found out i was ace+aro. i just loved drawing him. filling pages of my sketchbook and centering english papers based around him and the lessons i learned from seeing the bad in his character and how people might turnout to be similar and how it can be a problem. (idk if it made sense, but i learned to appreciate humanity more and not be so headstrong and become blinded by my views. but also learning that its good for people to know whats coming for the people that wronged you)

Johans BB is painted on white, so you wouldnt be able to see what he is all about :)

theres is so much already but eighth is Senpai. this Fker is my worst enemy, just like all the characters i drew soo much of this guy that i thought i was gonna go crazy, there was a pang in my chest when the drawings looked like trash. he was the character that made me want to get better at art and engage more with people. i made a fnf OC to be this dudes father. (it was some of the most wholesome thing i ever drew)

Senpai has a more basic design. he also has his identifying elements like the backpack and mic

ninth is Saul. my bbg. it started with the character but sadlt turned into a full obsession over Bob Odenkirk and finding all of his shows and movies that he directed of acted in. thankfully im not deep into it anymore. but when i regularly used instagram, you could see the decent into madness for him. i made animations and really detailed fanart. if Sen got me to draw my fave better, Bob made me attempt to perfect it.

his design sadly is my weakest. i wanted to add some fake hair on him. but im sure you can see that i got lazy. a few weeks ago i made versions of the BRBA&BCS cast as Geronimo Stilton characters and (sad excusee) but i didnt want to put more into the design because i became drained from looking at the growing list D;<

his BB is based on themis :)

tenth is Big Jack Horner. i love this man. i ironically said "he was the hottest character in the movie" on my third watch and man i actually believed it on the way out of the theatre. i wanted to see if anyone liked him like i did and to my surprise people did! this dude has such a great bod, voice, attitude and like many of the characters i like i ask, "is there any proof of death? i dont think so".

i havent drawn him in months and i dont like that i havents so he was the first bear i drew. his BB is a pie but i think ill add his insignia or have him draw on it like Oopsie bear to fit his situation.

like maybe something silly like a frowning face on his BB

im going to put eleven and twelve together because both play a similar role. my two men of science. ive only recently started to like Medic and Scudworth. these two bring such a great jot to me just like all to kooky men i like as well.

sadly, they both look the same, the only thing differentiating them is the glasses. i love their voices and design.

i ahve yet to give Scudsy his own BB tho.

last thing i want to say is why i chose carebears as the main style.

the franchise has been with me since i can even remember or at least before i could comprehend what it was. i remember seeining either oopsie or good luck bear plush at a carnival and i really wanted it but it was closing and i mean it was probably bigger than me so i couldnt get it and it became an obsession of mine! i loved green and a already had a few at home whats one more? so i tried to drop hints at my mom. well as good as a 5-7 yr old could do with drawings.

theres a lot more to say but i might go one for so long it wont fit here!

this was very long and if you read it thank you very much! im glad i got to comfortably speak my mind (well write it) in my own way that did have structure but felt more personal and less embarrassing that my english teacher asking me to write something about myself and my life. or my Art teacher saying i have the freedom to create something but then talk about it with in a time span because im not the only one that has something good to say about their art.

im not sure if all of it was understandable and might've been really unnecessary but im glad either way.

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nightcovefox · 7 months

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Nightmares…

Character(s): Llewellyn (Lu) and Rosa

Plot: Lu wakes up from a nightmare unfortunately his big brother isn’t here to help him, but a certain Bookworm is.

Warnings: Warnings a bit of gore? (Explaining it), a bit of death (From Lu’s Dream), but there will be comfort/Fluff (From Rosa), also some mentions of Despair AU? (From Pastelprince, you know if Cursa took over half of the galaxy the heroes lost?) (I wonder if that's the correct AU name?)

A/n: I’m having a nightmare myself, guess who’s not sleeping tonight? But writing helps.. A bit. Ehh anyways, Enjoy Reading~!<3

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Lu shot up awake. He look around and see he was in his room. He was safe.. Safe.. Safe.. Right?!

That dream.. No.. Nightmare felt so real.. He was trapped!! His brother became one of them. Along with his friends! He was alone and about it- No. It's best not to talk about it.

Lu was shaking, looked over to his side, and saw his brother was not there. Where is he?! Wait!! Did they take him too?! Oh.. No.. Oh no… OH NO!!!!?

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Meanwhile on the other side of the room. Here lays Rosa reading her books in her room. She’s supposed to sleep at this hour.. But she wasn't feeling it.. Huh.. Surprisingly..-?

“Hmmm..” Rosa hummed, flipping the pages from her book. She heard a loud thud next to her room. What?! Ehh.. Probably means Lu playing around- It's midnight no way he can be awake-

*THUD*

Rosa sighed and closed her book. Slowly getting out of bed and walking out of her room, bringing her book with her. She knock on Lu’s door softly. “Lu? It's me Rosa.. Are you okay?”

..Nothing from the other side.

She puts her star bunny ears on the door to hear clearly. She can hear whimpers from the other side. Lu..

She opened the door and she was correct. Lu wrapped around in a burrito blanket, trying to calm down quietly. “Lu?” She mumbled placing her book down. Lu sniffed as he saw his best friend. “Rosie!!” he cried, getting up and hugging her tightly. Rosa was cut off guard but wrapped her arms around him. “Okay? Of course, I would..-”

“Rosie.. You are okay... You’re safe.. Okay.. Safe.. Not like them..” Lu mumbled, hugging his friend tighter. ‘What..?’ she thinks in her head. Very confused about what he was saying but realized he had a nightmare..

“Lu..? Did you have a nightmare..?” she asked softly. Lu slowly nods his head. “Do you want to talk about it..?”

“A bit..” he mumbled, shaking in fear. “I’m here to listen..” said Rosa patting behind his back.

“Well.. We were fighting Cursa.. And.. She struck her tentacle to Mari..! He was cursed.. Along with the others.. I-I was running away with Jeanie, Edge, You, and Mario.. Until you w-were attacked.. And I-I didn't s-save you- I watched it all happen.. Blood s-splattered everywhere.. M-Mari.. And t-the others w-were l-like them-!! I-I.. My o-own brother killed m-me.. I-I-” Lu explained, tears escaping from his eye. “Shhh.. Sh..” whispered Rosa hugging her friend tightly. “It was a nightmare.. We're all okay.. You are okay.. Curse is gone.” said Rosa trying to calm down her friend.

Lu sniffled, trying to calm himself down. But more tears came down and he was.. Just so scared. It felt real.

Rosa quietly hummed, removing her arms around him. One hand holding his hand while the other wiping away his tears. For a short minute her little tune calmed Lu down a bit. Only sniffles can be heard from him.

“Would you like me to read a story for you?” Rosa suggested.

Lu nods his head.

“Alright..”

Rosa used her magic to gently lift Lu up and set him down on his bed, climbing up and sitting down with him. “Y-You won’t leave me here.. Right..?” Lu whimpered. “No, I will be here. Not leaving your side,” said Rosa, opening her book.

“Beauty And The Beast Chapter 1. Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle…”

…

Lu was fast asleep, sleeping on Rosa’s shoulder. Rosa stopped her reading, looked over at her shoulder, and smiled seeing Lu fall asleep. It was worth it reading two chapters. Until they read Chapter 3 together tomorrow. She put a bookmark on the page and closed the book. Set the book on the side and lay her head on Lu’s blanket head. She sighed, falling asleep.

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I kinda want to right the Despair AU, but I need to check the lore to get it right. And Nightmares can be a pain.

#m+rsoh #rabbid luigi #rabbid rosalina #I headcanon Rosa to have powers like Rosalina #BATB reference?#m+rsoh fanfic

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oldxenomorph · 5 months

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a special day

characters: xenomorphs, the reaper emperor, nyx warnings: none, surprisingly. just fluff. summary: once a year, the emperor's daughters gather in the black palace, to be in their mother's presence, to bask in her love for them. (a little thing for alien day.)

Princesses. The Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies are their playgrounds, their hunting grounds, all organic civilizations theirs to haunt and terrorize as they wished, with the joy and blessing of their mother. The purpose of organic life is to give them more siblings, more precious little sisters, more princesses for their mother.

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They flock to their mother in the Black Palace. Every year, the Emperor’s daughters fill their mother's domain, they occupy its cavernous rooms, its halls, in its strange arches and canopies of pure darkness. They migrate to the central chamber where the curtains of veils that conceal their mother are open.

It is an event that happens once a year. The Queens have already taken their places around their mother, they cherish her closeness, they guide their younger sisters. Such regal beings, beautiful like their mother. Some of the youngest sisters, those newly born and still with their small shapes weave their way through the bodies of their elder siblings, squeezing and squirming their way to the front.

From their little mouths, they match each other's low chittering sounds, hisses, and shrieks. They speak the family’s great language in their own tongue, for which their many aunts praise them. (Yhoundeh especially, they always anticipate being picked up by her and being smothered in her kisses, typical as any aunt who adores her nieces, her beautiful and violent nieces.)

A low silence descends upon the central chamber as the Emperor’s daughters watch the Night awaken from her slumber, starlight eyes opening. Such an auspicious day, to be joined by the Mother Nyx. Eyeless faces watch with great intent as the Emperor caresses the goddess's cheek with one hand and tucks her midnight black hair behind an ear with another. Tentacles reach forward to help her sit up as another pair of hands slips her evening robe onto her bare form.

<Apologies, O Night. It is their special day.> A long sharp finger traces the line of Nyx's jaw before curling just underneath her chin, holding her, the great entity's red eyes admiring the sight of the goddess in her arms. <Stay, they love you deeply.>

Warmth bloomed underneath the cold, pale flesh of Nyx's cheeks as she smiled softly, lovingly at her wife and then at the multitudes of princesses surrounding them. The Emperor’s daughters regard her as their mother as well, so beloved is she by their mother of origin, so powerful and beautiful. Some of them have even taken on colorations similar to hers: a black-aubergine, a black-violet, starlight shatters across their exteriors, chitinous black, oil black, biomechanical black, the black of their mother’s blood. Nyx was the first to use the word ‘xenomorph’ to describe them; they liked it. Daughter, princess, xenomorph.

Nyx offers a hand to the youngest ones, which they eagerly take. How they adore being close to the Night, they bask in the stars that congregate around her head and the constellations in her hair, a curtain of darkest night glittering with ancient stellar patterns and formations. “Of course I will stay, my love,” she says, letting one of the youngest sit in her lap while another chitters softly as she claims the Night’s arms, content with being held. (Besides, Nyx does not feel like moving away from the Emperor’s true shape just yet, wanting to remain within the embrace of her wife, within the protection of her great centipede body.)

The Emperor’s daughters are all too happy to be embraced by both their mothers, so loved and cherished by them both. The red daughter and the white neomorph worm their way to the front, their forms climbing on top of their mother’s long body, each claiming of her arms; her heart and her spirit within their mother’s grasp, vantablack hair slipping from their tails like curtains of darkness. In comparison to the Emperor’s mobile form, her daughters are so small in comparison to her true form, even fully grown. The Queens are the only ones who can compare to her great size and still, they are small in her presence. They too occasionally rest their crested head on their mother’s body, comforted by her shape, by her many appendages that support them, tentacles that touch their faces, an extra pair of hands that soothes them, smoothing over their crests.

One of the Queens nearest Nyx wraps her long tail around her, keeping her close to the Emperor. The Night runs a hand over the textured appendage, before she rests her head on the Emperor’s body, right next to the head of the Queen the tail belonged to. The princess in her arms is fast asleep, her little shape rising and falling with each steady breath. She brings the young daughter up to her lips and blesses her, a kiss to ensure that when she is older she will be as unseen as the night, that she will be sleek and swift, that she will possess unspeakable beauty and unimaginable violence. “You will be just like your mother,” the Night Incarnate says softly. The Queen makes a low sound, pleased that a sister from her clutch of ovomorphs received such glowing praise from the Emperor’s wife.

With a hard cheek resting on the palm of one of her hands, the Emperor lounges as she blesses each of her daughters. Her body rests against the softness of the cushions and pillows that she must have. (Nyx likes to tease her, the Great Lord of Extinction is a being that requires maximum comfort, be she propped up on a mountain of cushions or drowning in a sea of plush toys.) The princesses tell her everything, they hold her hands and curl their tails around her wrists, they whisper secrets to her, they share with her interesting bits of gossip they heard on the Citadel. They press their eyeless faces against her cheeks, giving her blessings in return, bestowing upon her the sweetness of their eternal adoration of her, their devotion to her.

Sweetest blood, sweetest dreams. They are her jewels, her pride. Each one of them can fit inside her heart, each of them can make a home in her insides.

The Emperor speaks to them in R’lyehian, she tells them how much she loves them, how much she adores them. She says their true names as she presses soft kisses to their heads, as she holds them and dotes upon them, she fusses over them. Some of the princesses have found themselves interested in their mother’s ultimate legs, attempting to hold onto one just before it slips from their grasp. It quickly turns into a game, the Emperor always teaching them how to sharpen their senses, how to hone their skills. Her daughters are healthy and strong and violent, as they were designed to be, as they were meant to be; perfection.

It is their special day, as she said. The day where they get to be closest to their mother, the day they are reminded of her love for them, her blood, her dreams. The day where they get to bless her and remind her how much she means to them, how they were made in her image, that to them she is God and they will always worship her. They tell her this in their dialect of R’lyehian, these words that make her chest ache with love, her heart expanding in her chest. She wants to gather them all into her chest, into the cavity where they can build a hive and live inside her for all eternity.

#creative impulses #creation: writing #alien #mass effect #hades game #xenomorph #nyx #the reaper emperor #daughters of the emperor #night and extinction #gamers a very happy friday and alien day to you all #this was written very fast because i have work/errands/sleep to catch up on #oh to be a little xenomorph asleep in the arms of nyx who is being held in the tentacles of the emperor

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part 2

Adam Taurus x fem! reader - Space AU

The spaceship, christened the Celestial Voyager, rested on the launchpad like a sleek silver bird awaiting flight. It was the dawn of a new age, and you stood on the precipice of your life's mission—to explore the stars and unravel the mysteries of the cosmos. After years of dedicated study, you had earned your place among a full-bodied crew destined for the far reaches of the galaxy.

The air hummed with anticipation as you walked the corridors of the spacecraft. You had already met your team and got a brief of the place. Everyone seemed friendly but clearly busy, so you were left to your own devices to familiarize yourself with the ship. The crew bustled with activity, checking equipment, calibrating instruments in stabilizing the ship after a successful launch. The main hall was full of an assortment of panels with a sizeable round table in the centre covered with diagrams and maps. But your attention was taken entirely by the large window through which you could see the inky blackness of the cosmos spreading out before you. You walked through the room in a daze, trying to contain your excitement.

“Hey, you there! Why are you spacing out? First time on a spaceship?” A tall man called out to you with a frown.

You turned at the sound, and locked eyes with the most beautiful redheaded man you had ever seen. He had impressive, jet black horns poking out of a bed of scarlet curls. One eye was covered by an eyepatch, but the second bore into you with an intensity you couldn’t help but find yourself drawn to. Before you knew it you were standing mere inches from him, a finger’s breadth apart. “Yes, Sir. It’s my first launch,” you said somewhat breathlessly. The man had an air of authority around him, you wondered if it was too much to salute.

“You must be the new recruit then,” a feminine voice interrupted, snapping you both out of your trance. You turned your head to see a muscular octopus faunus who stood from where she was kneeling over a control board and wiped her hands on her jumpsuit

You nodded again, “And you are?”

“I’m Cece the captain,” she offered you a tentacle, you assumed as a handshake.

You shook her hand/tentacle and replied, “I’m y/n, part of the Explorer division.”

She gave you a kind smile before turning to the red-haired man, “Stop mooning over the new recruit, Adam. Give her a tour of the place. She’ll need to know the security protocols around here, if something goes wrong,” she said poking him playfully in the ribs.

Adam nodded stiffly, “Right.” Assuming an air of professionalism, he gestured towards a passageway, “This way please, y/n.”

You had already got a tour of the ship but you supposed another one couldn’t hurt. You followed behind him, leaving CeCe to her devices.

“The Explorer division usually gets paired with someone from Security, to serve as a bodyguard,” Adam explained. “Have you already had someone assigned to you?”

You shook your head. You thought you saw a quirk of a smile grace Adam’s lips but it was gone faster than a blink.

“It’s customary for the Head of Security to be paired with the newest recruit, to balance the gap in experience.”

“Oh, and who’s that?” You inquired, already feeling the beginnings of disappointment.

Adam chuckled, “It’s me.”

“Oh,” your cheeks coloured, “Nice to meet you then.”

“Nice to meet you too, partner,” he replied with a smile, making your heart skip a beat at the last word.

Adam took you around the ship again, showing you the emergency exits and safety equipment. You paid attention although mostly enjoying the cadence and deep timbre of his voice.

“The crew is really too big to get into but let me take you around the highlights. The room we were in earlier, is the navigation centre, for charting and changing course,” Adam spoke as you both walked. “This room is for the consultants, no one knows what they do. We don’t know why we brought them,” he pointed at a door, with a plaque saying ‘Consulting division’ engraved on it from which the sound of laughter and suspicious smoke was coming. “Personality hires,” you nodded sagely.

He continued to walk down the corridor, as it zigzagged through the spaceship. “The engineering department and mechanics are on the floor below, but don’t go down there unless you want to give yourself a headache. The explorer division should be around here,” he stopped at the entrance of a large rectangular room. “And the security division is right next to them, so you know where to find me.”

You thanked him for his help and retired to your cabin for the evening, tired from the day’s excitement. As you tossed and turned in your bed your thoughts kept turning to that magnetic blue eye and flaming red hair.

The following days on the Celestial Voyager were uneventful but you enjoyed the brief lunches you managed with Adam, where he told you a bit more about his experiences on the Voyager. Although you were careful to keep things professional between the two of you, you couldn’t help but develop affection for the man.

One morning, the intercom crackled to life while you were playing cards with the Consulting division in the lounge. "Attention, Explorers and Security crew of the Celestial Voyager. This is Head of Security Adam Taurus speaking," Adam's voice boomed through the ship, carrying a weight of authority. "We've received a mission from the Captain. The navigation of the Celestial Voyager is being interfered with by an alien planet."

He continued, "The electromagnetic fields here are unlike anything we've encountered before. Our mission is to descend, and find a path forward."

The crew nodded in silent acknowledgment, their determination steeled by Adam's words. The anticipation hung in the air as the ship descended toward the uncharted alien land, the Celestial Voyager gracefully navigating the cosmic currents.

As the ship breached the planet's atmosphere, the landscape below revealed a tapestry of vibrant hues and peculiar terrain. A kaleidoscope of alien flora dotted the landscape.

Adam's voice echoed again through the intercom, "Find your partner, and prepare for descent. Secure all equipment, and be ready for the unknown.”

The consultants giggled as you got up from the table and had to attend to your duties. You grabbed the essentials as you were taught in the academy and made your way to the front of the ship where explorers are meant to meet their counterparts. As you made your way to gather with the explorers, your eyes locked with Adam from across the room, who was busy commanding his underlings.

As the ship descended, dark clouds gathered overhead. Suddenly the Celestial Voyager was assaulted by tempestuous currents. The ship was being relentlessly tossed around like a toy in this alien atmosphere. Alarms blared within the control room as you and the crew struggled to maintain balance.

Lightning crackled across the sky, illuminating the chaos with brief, blinding flashes. The wind howled with an otherworldly fury, threatening to rip through the ship's protective shields. Thunderous echoes reverberated through the metallic corridors, drowning out the hum of machinery. Despite the crew's best efforts, the Celestial Voyager's descent veered off course.

As the ship hurtled toward the alien planet, the crew braced for impact. You saw Adam run towards you “y/n!” he called out. As your eyes fluttered to close, the last thing you saw was Adam’s arm reaching out to you.

Groaning, you slowly opened your eyes. Pain jolted through your body. You blinked your eyes repeatedly, trying to make out your surroundings. You weren’t within the grey metallic walls of the Celestial Voyager anymore. No, there was only brown rocky terrain that met your gaze and touched your hands.

“You’re up,” a familiar voice said. Propping yourself up you see Adam huddled into the corner of the cave with a fire between you both. Despite the fire, the air was cool and damp, carrying the scent of earth and the faint trace of alien flora.

Feeling a bit of a headache come on, you asked “W-where are we? What happened? Where’s the crew?” As you held onto your forehead you felt a surge of panic rising up in you. Adam took quick notice and scrambled to sit next to you. He put a gloved hand on your thigh, “Shhh, don’t worry I’ve got it under control. Just breathe.”

You took a deep breath inhaling the scent of the foreign land. Calming down, your mind finally processed that his hand was on your thigh. You blushed, staring at the contact. Adam’s eyes followed yours thinking you may be uncomfortable being touched by him, “Sorry.” He retracted his hand and you both sat in silence.

Maybe you should say something.. ‘I-” “I-” both of you tried speaking at the same time. He gave you a smile to encourage you, “Go on.” You hugged your legs up to your thighs. “Well I was just going to say thank you, for taking care of me ever since I’ve been on your crew. I really appreciate it.”

Adam replied, “Of course, it’s my duty to protect you y/n and the others. But I suppose I failed that duty with the storm. At least you are safe, I’m glad. You’re very special to me.”

You blushed looking into his eye. You’re not sure if it was something in the air, but you leaned in closer to Adam, aiming for his lips. His eye slightly widened, he turned his face away from yours. You felt tears brimming at your eyes, “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Embarrassed, you try to get up, but Adam’s hand was quicker to tug you down and kept you seated next to him.

His gaze fixated on you, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met y/n. I felt something for you, since I first you. I sometimes don’t know how to handle my feelings for you. I outrank you. It’s inappropriate for me to have these feelings in the first place..” Adam spoke, agitation lining his words.

With your free hand you wiped your eyes, “So.. the feeling is mutual?” you tried to say without trying to sound too happy. Adam’s hand came up to your cheek and caressed it gently, “That’s what you took away from that?” He chuckled. “I cannot act upon my feelings y/n.”

Maybe it was the alien air, but you felt bold, “Is it alright if I act upon mine then?” You asked innocently. “You’re not exactly my boss, anyway. As you said, you’re my partner. And since we may never get this opportunity without prying eyes, may I kiss you? Just one taste of you. That’s all I ask for.”

Adam was a bit taken aback, but as you moved closer to him his resolve melted, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes and lean forward to meet your soft lips in the middle. Adam pulled away quickly, “We can’t. I want to, believe me, but we can’t. We don't know much about what happens when our species intertwine and I don’t know if I can control myself. I dont want to put you in any danger.” A wave of dejection came over you, and you sat back down, shoulders slumped. “Alright,” you agreed, trying not to cry. Adam’s face looked stricken at having caused you sadness. “Well, there is something we can try, which I don’t think would hurt you.” You looked up at him in askance. “I want to pleasure you? Is that…acceptable?”

You felt the stirrings of desire in the pit of your stomach and a slow smirk spread across your face as you nodded.

Adam pushed you back till you lay flat on the ground. He pulled down your pants, and you opened up your legs, parting them wide, showing Adam your vagina and folds, your fluids covering your entrance. Using your hand you caressed your folds, eventually rubbing your clit at the sight of the man before you. You flicked your clitoris, rubbing faster to satisfy the ache in your folds, making you sensitive. Adam got down lower between your legs, and held your hand firmly stopping all movement. He pushed it back, as he placed his mouth on your clit. You felt his tongue, wet, licking your folds. His spit trickled down through your parted lips and into your vagina. It was cooler and like ice to the red stimulated folds. He moved his tongue faster, as you arched your back moaning his name loudly. Adam licked you up like an empty plate, while holding your hips firmly. “Faster… Baby..” you breathed out as Adam obeyed, his tongue moving faster than before, the tip of his tongue tickling your clit. Your legs rested over his back, as your toes curled. Finally, your pussy released into Adam's mouth, as he slurped up your fluids.

He got up and smiled “Didn't know your kind tasted so good.” You smirked back, “Can't wait to try your kind soon,” you said giggling. Adam gave you a soft smile before extending his hand. “Soon, for now let us get out of this cave. The alien stench is masking your natural scent.”

“My scent?” you asked, worried you were smelly from your previous excursions.

Adam pointed at his nose, “Yeah, perks of being a Bull Faunus. Your scent, it’s hard to resist, it’s the first thing I noticed about you.” You blushed taking his hand.

You both made your way to the mouth of the cave. The air was still thick with the aftertaste of the storm. Your eyes could only see a gorgeous, incandescent array of cerulean and indigo fauna and flora.

While the surface of the planet seemed similar to your home planet’s - Earth - soil, the ground was littered with glowing lilac crystals.

Even though you were both arduously navigating through the terrain for countless hours, you were still in awe of the planet’s beauty. As you both rounded a massive rock formation, the Celestial Voyager came into view. The once-damaged ship stood on the alien terrain, surrounded by a faint luminescence that emanated from the remnants of the storm. The crew, working diligently, appeared as a hive of activity, their forms silhouetted against the glow.

One of the crew members caught sight of Adam’s fiery red hair contrasting against the landscape, “Sir! You’re alive!” The other crew members saluted as Adam walked towards the ship side by side with you, “What is the status?”

Adam in deep thought looked at another crew member, “Sir, there are still 60 missing. The mission is on hold till we find the missing. 12 are injured, and in the infirmary. The Celestial Voyager will take 6 days to repair to full operational capacity.” Adam replied after a few moments, “Go report to the Captain that I am safe and have been found. Y/n and I will go to the infirmary to get a check up.”

The crew member silently saluted and scrambled off. Adam got to work, coordinating search parties and ensuring everyone got to safety in the next few days. The next few days were a whirlwind of activity, and you tried to help out wherever you could with fixing the ship or nursing the injured. After all the crew members were either healthy or recovering, Adam finally had a moment to sit down and really reflect. He closed his eyes and thought about the events that unfolded in the past few days. Just as he was reminded of the cave, a cool breeze hit his face. It went so well he realised, y/n was happy at the event of it. Fighting his demons, why was he so stubborn, Adam thought to himself. Finally getting up with a resolve he marched out to find you.

You were hanging out in the Explorer common room, chatting with your colleagues after a long day’s work. You saw Adam approach you from the side. “Y/n, I need your help in the infirmary.” He stood beside you, extending his hand out in a bid to follow him. Although a bit tired, you jumped up at Adam’s call and followed him as you both exited the room. A few minutes of walking you saw him take a wrong turn. You spoke up, “Adam, the infirmary is tha-” Adam glanced over his shoulder, “Just follow me.”

Curious, you followed him to his solo dormitory room. He quickly put in the passcode and took you inside. Locking the door he turned around to your nervous form, “Y/n, I can't forget about what happened in the cave, I want to feel you again.” You blushed not knowing what to say, you fiddled with your hands.

“You don’t know how badly I wished to call you mine in front of the crew. How badly I’ve wanted to feel you. Your lips, your cheeks, every part of you. But… you know the rumours. I don’t want to hurt you.” You had heard that Bull Faunus semen was fatal to humans but surely they had to be just rumours, right?. His eye looked from one of your eyes to the other.

Stepping forward you tried to reassure him “If it’s you, I don’t mind trying. I love you and I trust you, Adam,” you put a hand on top of his. Adam replied, “If you believe in me, I can do anything. Are you sure this is what you want?” You nodded, “Yes, please.”

Adam pecked your lips in reassurance, “Promise you’ll tell me if you feel pain.” You could barely comprehend that this was finally happening and only managed to let out an “Mhm.”

Adam put his hand on your cheek closing the distance. He leaned in, closing the gap between your lips as he began lightly sucking on your lower lip. You reciprocated, mixing your saliva with his. Gods he tasted so good. You could feel your stomach tighten and a flutter in your chest. Your heart beat faster as the kisses got deeper. Adam battled your tongue sloppily as his hands rested on your waist. He slowly moved up his soft palms feeling your body up all the way, entangling his fingers in your hair.

The next few moments got more passionate as he tightened his grip on your hair making you moan, Adam pulled your head back exposing your neck wide to him, he was hungry like an animal for flesh. He placed his wet lips on the crook of your neck as he began biting swiftly, eventually sucking on your skin. You breathed out in relief as you felt your nipples harden, your breasts moved with the rising and falling of your chest, you could barely catch your breath as you felt your vagina dampen. It ached for insertion, your walls expanding, your clit was itching for stimulation.

Adam carried you up and put you down to lay flat on the strategy table, as he stood at the edge towering tall as he looked down at you, you could see a feral red hue in his eye. Adam’s lips parted, he was trying his best to control himself. He removed his shirt, stretching high to pull it off over his head, his chest, and abs stretched. He reached lower and unbuttoned his pants, while he disrobed himself you fumbled to remove your clothes and show your naked skin to him. You parted your legs, your whole body felt so exposed.

Your eyes widened as he removed his pants, his cock was inhumanely large, it curved upwards, thicker than your fist, he was circumcised and fully hard. You saw his pink tip, veins extending from the base to the top. A slight bit of transparent precum dripped from the top, sticky, making his penis tip glisten.

Adam kissed your clit, the taste from last time still lingering in his mouth. He then moved up to your body, kissing you slowly from the groin to your belly, eventually sucking on your breasts as if he were eating them up. He moved on to your neck and back to your mouth, his hips firmly between your legs. His long cock was against your belly, it was wet with precum. Adam had wrinkles between his eyebrows “I promise I will not let the cum touch you. I will try my best to keep it away,” he added blissfully, forgetting about the beads of precum lining the head of his cock. He used his hand to guide his penis to your vagina, while rubbing it down your skin all the way till your entrance. Adam pushed his tip in, the girth wide, red walls stretching to envelope him. You gritted your teeth, a tingle went up your spine, pleasure mixed with pain.

Your vagina was wet, with his spit and your fluids. He easily slipped in a bit further, his thick white creamy precum lubricating your insides. Adam’s precum made his penis feel hot, like a strong iron rod.It did something to you, as it touched your vaginal walls, it entered your bloodstream. Everything became a fever dream, You felt frantic, touching your own body with one hand and his with the other. Feeling skin up and down, if only you could just merge together. Just when you realised he was an aphrodisiac. Adam stopped immediately pulling out in a haste, “are you okay?” He spoke in a panic. You got up to sit, eyes glazed “Adam, I…I…” Barely being able to say your words as the man before you sweat in fear. You finally sputtered out “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me right now.” He looked at you confused, still breathing heavily, he tilted his head “Are you sure?” He questioned. You said with surety in your eyes, begging him at this point “Please, please fuck me.”

Adam once again inserted his massive dick inside you, as he pushed further in, your groin bulged out due to his sheer size. You could see his stick enter, as you breathed heavy, getting filled up by Adam. He stopped to look you in the eyes, “Are you alright, my love? Do you want me to continue?” You purse your lips together and nodded with a hitched breath. No matter what he was, you didn't want this to stop, he was already inside of you. Adam pushed on deeper as you opened your mouth to let out a sigh, you hugged him tightly digging your nails into his soft skin. He was hugging you too, wrapping his arms around your body, taking you into his embrace as he penetrated you.

Moving his cock deeper, You bit into Adam's shoulder to hold yourself together as you could feel your muscles contract and expand at the same time. Adam stopped again, waiting a moment for you to get used to his size, “You will tell me if it hurts okay? Promise?”, You turned your head towards him, lips just centimetres apart “Yes, promise.” Adam began slowly moving in and out, his cock covered sticky, he pumped it. The faster he went, the cream from your vagina left a ring around his base, his balls slapped against you with each thrust. He used one hand to rub your clit as he pumped. Your g spot and clit stimulated together you breathed faster than ever before, Adam panted as his tip got redder, veins shining with slick. Adam caught inhumane speed, thumping echoing through the cave as you moaned loudly enough to cover the sounds. You felt your lower belly contract and as you released, you squirted a milky fluid that covered Adam’s cock making the pumps sloppier than before.

He rolled his eyes back as you could see the veins around his groin strained, just waiting for his penis to shoot out his white cum. His balls had contracted smaller, more compact ready to ejaculate. When suddenly he pulled out rashly and rested on his knees panting, sweat dripping from his brows down to his neck. He pursed his lips as his cheeks were violently red. You relaxed yourself, your body gleaming with a thin layer of your sweat mixed with his. After a few minutes of cooldown he stood up, cock harder than ever. “On your knees.” He commanded, as you obeyed. Now with his member in front of your lips, you worried how you were going to fit all of that in your mouth.

You licked the tip, continuing to lick all the way to the base. You could taste yourself, closing your eyes and felt the ridges of his cock against your tongue. You finally took it in, only reaching the quarter point it was already touching the back of your throat. You moved it in and out, gagging every time, your spit dribbled down his cock and your chin. Using your hand to massage the rest of the remaining length of his cock, Adam rolled his eyes back as he let out a sigh. He used his hands to gather your hair up in a pony, making it more comfortable for you. He thrusted his hips forward, as you held onto his arms for support. You gagged and choked as he rubbed his tip against your soft throat and cheeks. Your tongue worked hard licking his penis round and round till he suddenly jolted out of your mouth and used his hand to hold his cock tightly as if choking a snake and shooted out a thick stream of white cum. Hot, falling on your chest and breasts it trickled down and dripped from your nipples onto your folded thighs. He breathed heavily and his stomach contracted as he released his liquids.

Your skin began to burn, it felt as if your whole body was in heat. You began clawing at his hips, his cock looking unnaturally alluring, “Fuck” you moaned. Adam panicked and held out his hand asking for yours, assisting you to stand up. Cupping your cheeks he asked “are you okay? Tell me?”, You bite your lower lip, you had entered an eternal loop of having sex with Adam if he keeps cumming on you or in you, but right now you didnt mind. “Fuck me, I said fuck me again, will you?” Adam smirked, “Alright If you insist.”

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