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Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 1

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! I’m posting the first chapter just to check for interest. Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

The sky was red, and you hated it. You hated more the fact that you couldn't remember what it looked like when it was blue. The whole city looked like it was coated in blood. You saw enough blood already.

You walked along the littered, decaying streets of Gallica with a blue duffel bag on your shoulder. You kept the hood of your gray jacket pulled down over your head and your hands buried in your pockets. Standing out was never a good idea, at least not where they could see.

As you rounded a corner, you were suddenly sprayed with red liquid, and you only dared to steal a quick glance down the alley it came from. A body was tumbling to the ground, and you didn't even have time to see who it was or what sort of wound had drawn such a huge amount of blood. Your eyes had been drawn, in that brief moment, to the pair of black-clad figures standing frighteningly still beside the body. Their bi-colored eyes flicked upward, toward you, but you returned your gaze to the street in front of you and walked quickly away.

Your heart pounded and your hands trembled in your pockets until you were far enough down the street to safely assume they would not stop you. You knew what happened to those unlucky enough to somehow provoke the half-breeds, regardless of intention, so you hurried along toward the clinic without looking back once.

When you reached the small, rundown clinic, you were met at the door by a girl in a nurse's uniform who placed her hands on her hips and scowled at you. “You're late!”

You pushed by her and dropped the duffel bag from your shoulder, flopping it onto a nearby cot. You unzipped it and pulled out your own uniform. "My alarm clock didn't go off."

The other girl stood leaning in the door way as you stepped into an empty patient slot and slid the dirty curtain closed. "Terrian is gonna be pissed at you,” she said.

You emerged from behind the curtain in a white button-up shirt that was a little too tight and a skirt that was way too short. “He'll get over it."

"Yeah, as soon as he see's you."

You laughed. "You're jealous, Anna."

"Because that perverted freak lets you get away with anything?" Anna asked. She was so petite that even the smallest, tightest uniforms Terrian had given them seemed to fit her just right.

"No, because I look better in the uniform."

Both of you laughed as you laid out your supplies on rickety metal tables, organizing them neatly into categories according to how often they were used. The alcohol, thread, and needles were first in line, followed by bandages, then ointments and creams.

The door leading to the main treatment room flung open and a man with shoulder-length, pale blonde hair tied into a short ponytail walked in. He wore wide-rimmed glasses and a lab coat covered in blood stains. He looked angry as he approached, glaring at you, but suddenly froze when he rounded the metal tables and the full length of you came into view.

He smiled brightly, wrapping you into a hug. "You wore it today!"

Anna rolled her eyes and brushed her bangs, the longest part of her auburn hair, away from her face with her hand.

You pulled free from Terrian and adjusted your ill-fitting clothes. "It's the only uniform I had clean."

"And it's my favorite," Terrian said, then glanced toward Anna. "Stingy Anna always wears pants, even though I beg her to wear the skirt with the slit up the side."

Anna gave him a dirty look and he gave her a grin in return. He looked over the supplies then held out a thick stack of papers. "Look at all this. These are all patients who left the clinic in the last month and haven't returned for their checkups. Next week I'll be making a lot of house calls."

Both you and Anna frowned. You hated it when Terrian made house calls. He was the only doctor at the clinic, and you two were the only nurses. Things were hectic enough with the three of you, but when he was gone, the clinic was thrown into absolute chaos.

"Anyway," he spoke up, "we have a lot of patients waiting already. Let's get to work!"

You and Anna had no formal training, had not even finished high school, but you had both been living on the streets three years ago when Terrian approached you about working for him. He taught you two the basics, and the rest you learned over time. In this city, injured people couldn't be picky.

Together, you and Anna wheeled your metal supply tables through the swinging doors into the main treatment area of the clinic. Cots were lined up in two rows, facing each other, for the entire length of the large room. There was only enough room for one person to walk between each cot, and all but a few were occupied. People were moaning, screaming, crying, or unconscious. Anyone not in mortal danger was sent home after being stitched or bandaged up.

Illnesses were not often treated, as serious diseases were most often fatal no matter what the doctor did, but injuries were extremely common. Blood dripped from nearly every cot in the room, and a few patients were bandaged to the point of looking like mummies. You and Anna had both learned quickly to develop strong stomachs.

The two of you were checking on a patient that had been brought in last night with a chopped off leg when Terrian came zooming past you, pushing a stretcher.

"Emergency surgery!" he called, disappearing into the room you had just changed in.

You both dropped what you were doing and ran after him, then stopped dead in your tracks as soon as you were through the doors, staring at the figure on the stretcher.

"Doctor, that's... one of them,” Anna said, her voice almost a whisper.

The man on the stretcher wore an ornate military uniform - black pants and a long black jacket with golden buttons up the front and matching trim along the cuffs and collar. The uniform was instantly recognizable to every single person in the city, because only they wore them. His skin was ghostly white and his hair a jet-black mess scattered across his face.

Terrian was ripping that glorious black uniform from the man’s motionless body. "I know what he is, Anna, but he's still a patient. And right now, he's dying unless we can stop the bleeding."

You and Anna hesitated just inside the door, looking at each other and then back to the man. Anna shook her head. "I can't... I can't help him. Not after all they've done."

Terrian stopped and looked at her. At first, you were sure he would scold her, but he merely sighed and nodded. "I understand. Go tend to the other patients."

You watched the other girl leave, then turned to Terrian. He looked at you with a pleading expression. "He'll be dead within the hour if we don't do anything."

You took a deep breath, then rushed over to Terrian's side. He held out his hands while you poured alcohol over them, then rinsed your own. Looking down at the young man, he seemed fragile, vulnerable. Almost human. His torso was exposed, revealing a long, deep cut across his abdomen that was gushing out blood. Funny how his body was absolutely impeccable, toned to lean perfection and resembling a stone statue, but marred by that huge red gash.

The cut was so long, and the bleeding so severe, that each of you began stitching on separate ends of the wound so that you would meet in the middle to tie things off. A sloppy job, yes, but the fastest route to closing the wound. He would heal faster than normal people, would probably be fine in a matter of hours, but only if you stopped the bleeding.

Once you and the doctor were finished, you again cleaned the wound and Terrian began bandaging the patient up. "Amazing, isn't it?" he asked when he was done, "It won't even leave a scar. Not on him."

You washed your hands in the nearby sink and thought of Anna. "It's not fair."

"Of course it's not," Terrian told you, wiping the blood from his hands on a stained towel. "Nothing in this world ever is.”

You dried your hands and walked again through the swinging doors. Anna was changing the bandages on a young girl's arm, but looked up when you approached. "How could you stand it? Helping that thing?"

"I didn't enjoy it, okay? But he would've died. This is a clinic, Anna. We're supposed to help dying people."

Anna stood up and stepped away from the young girl's bedside. "Yeah, people. Not them."

"But he's half human, isn't he? Isn't that enough?"

Anna snorted. "Was that enough to stop those creatures from barging into my house and slitting my mom's throat? Was it enough to stop them from crushing my brother's head under their boots? Was it enough to stop them from... from what they did to me?!"

You went silent. You didn't know what to say. You knew the half-breeds had killed most of Anna's family, but you had yet to hear any details before now. Finally, you reached out and took the other girl's hand. "I'm sorry, Anna. I'm really sorry."

Anna pulled you into a hug. "I know. I'm sorry I jumped down your throat. I just don't want to see you be hurt by them too."

"I don't think he's in a position to hurt anyone right now," you told her after you separated. "He's not even conscious."

Anna looked toward the swinging doors. "Be careful. Even when they look harmless, they're still dangerous."

You nodded, and wheeled your cart over to the other side of the room. You stopped at the bed of an elderly man who was missing both his feet. He was sweating and breathing heavily. You took his blood pressure and wrote the results in a tablet. He looked up at you with astonishingly kind eyes.

"If the nurses look like this, I'm gonna have to get my feet cut off more often," he said with a chuckle.

You pulled back the sheet to check his bandages. "You sure are a charmer, Mr. Renaldo," you said as you began unrolling the strips of cloth.

"Don't believe a word he says!" Anna called across the room, "I told him yesterday he could hold my hand while Terrian stitched him up and he said he'd rather hold my ass!"

Rhoswen stopped cleaning the bloody stumps where feet used to be long enough to lightly slap his shoulder. "You shameless flirt!"

He laughed and looked at the man in the bed next to him, who didn't seem to be in such good spirits. "Can't blame me for trying, can you?"

The other man gave a weak smile and looked away.

"Now now, let's not disturb the other patients," you said gently.

"Everybody's so glum. That's what those damn Pagoda want," he said.

You finished his bandages and patted him on the arm. You bent down and whispered to him, "Thanks for cheering us up, Mr. Renaldo."

The next few hours went by steadily but quickly, as you made your way around the room checking on people, giving out soup, changing bandages, and occasionally holding someone's hand while Terrian performed some sort of painful procedure.

Unfortunately, pain relievers were as rare and expensive as genuine jewels were in the olden days, when the sky was still blue. The only way to put a patient to sleep was to quite literally knock them out with a blunt instrument, which was a last resort.

The clinic was dirty and crowded and in shambles. The people were desperate, demanding, and understandably irritable. But you liked being there. You liked being with Anna and even Terrian, who could at least make you smile. You liked helping people who were suffering, because you enjoyed seeing a tiny flicker of hope in their eyes.

Because you could almost grasp a little bit of hope for yourself.

The clinic was all you had after your parents died. And everyday you dreaded returning to your tiny apartment where hope drained from every inch of you like red sun fading into black night. But at least you could always come back the next day, where you could laugh with Anna and everything else would fall away into dust.

It was almost time to go home, and all the patients had been taken care of. Anna left out the front door, not wanting to walk through the back room where she would have to see the lone patient on the stretcher.

You waved to Terrian, who was making one last run around the room to check everyone over, then walked into the back room. The young man was still unconscious and the rest of his clothes had been removed, a sheet draped over his body. You crept up to the stretcher and looked down, watching him breathe. After feeling certain that he was indeed unconscious, you walked into the empty patient slot you had changed in earlier and pulled the curtain closed.

You couldn't walk home in your uniform, as it was dangerous enough for a girl to be alone on the streets in the evenings, but wearing an outfit like that was a definite no. You quickly pulled it off, then reached for your jeans. But before you could even unfold them, you heard the curtain suddenly fly open.

You whirled around in anger, certain that perverted Terrian would be standing there grinning like an idiot. But you were not met with the smiling doctor, but the cold, expressionless face of the now conscious patient. His eyes, one blue and the other lime-green, bore into you, unblinking.

He was completely naked, save for the bandage across his abdomen, and you tried your best to keep your eyes on his face.

You suddenly realized that you were only in your underwear, and backed up until you bumped into a cot, holding your jeans in front of you. The man’s eyes never left you, and your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest. You had never been face-to-face with a half-breed before, not in this close proximity.

There was a pause, where both of you stared at each other for several moments, not moving. Then, in the blink of an eye, the man lunged forward and was inches away from you. You jerked backward, inadvertently ramming yourself into the cot where the metal collided with your bare back. You dropped to your knees, wincing.

When you looked back up, the half-breed was looming over you, and suddenly reached out one hand toward you. You had seen what the hands of half-breeds could do, had treated many a patient who had somehow ran into one of them. In fact, just today you had bandaged up a woman who's left arm had been pulled right off, like the wings off a fly, by a half-breed.

You curled into a defensive ball and screamed, your horrified voice ringing out through the clinic and undoubtedly to the buildings nearby.

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"Husband Series I: A Week is Too Long"

Male Top!Reader x Lucifer

Summary: Lucifer missed his spouse like a void in his soul. His husband was away on a work trip, and he was all alone. As the week wore on, Lucifer's longing for him grew more and more intense. He could not wait for the moment when he was to return home to his embrace again.

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Sensuality, Porn with Feelings, Married Couple, Married Sex, Married Life, Bottom Lucifer, Sub Lucifer, Soft Lucifer, POV Lucifer, Anal Sex, Office Sex, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Aftercare, Healthy Relationships, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Sex, Reader Is Not Main Character, Not Canon Compliant, Gay Sex, Gay Male Characters, Reader is a Demon, Top Male Reader, Soft Dom Reader, Reader has a big dick and Lucifer loves it, Not Beta Read, Men In Love

Word Count: 4K words

》 Husband Series: Part II

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A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing and posting a fanfiction because I have nothing better to do. This is dedicated to those who wants to peg Mr. Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride! I just want too have an x reader with Lucifer as the bottom.

Lucifer missed his spouse, you, like a void in his soul. His husband was away on a work trip, and he was all alone. He found himself wandering around their home, taking in all the little mannerisms you had left behind.

He took a seat behind his desk, staring at the pictures you had taken together on your wedding day. The memories brought a smile to his face, but also made him crave your presence. As the week wore on, Lucifer's longing for you grew more and more intense. He could not wait for the moment when you were to return home to his embrace again.

Little did Lucifer know that you had teleported behind him. You smile at the sight of your husband working diligently on his mahogany desk. With bouquets of blue roses in your hand, you step closer and lean down to kiss Lucifer's inviting nape.

He feels your lips brush his neck. With a sigh, Lucifer's body yields to the sensation. He pauses his work, leans his head back, and takes in the caress entirely. You proceed to pamper kisses on Lucifer's nape, shoulders, ears and jaw while your hand hands him the flowers.

Lucifer lets out light moans as your tender lips make contact with his body. Lucifer looks at you with his head turned to one side and his eyes half-closed, letting you know he wants more.

You smile at your husband and cup his cheek to keep Lucifer in place. The tender kiss feels so good as your lips touch together. It was gentle and full of passion for each other after not seeing each other for a week. Lucifer leans closer to you, craving deeper and more vigorous kisses. He brings a hand to your collar to hold you firmly at arm's length, while your hand is on Lucifer's nape. Lucifer closes his eyes tightly, savoring the moment with every fiber of his being.

You shift from the back and move beside Lucifer's sitting figure without breaking the kiss. You are leaning down, a knee rest between Lucifer's thighs and on the chair, your one hand rests on the chair's backrest for support while your other hand pulls Lucifer's back to bring him closer.

Lucifer wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you closer and tightening the embrace. He lets his head rest on your shoulder without breaking the kiss. Every one of Lucifer's senses is alert to your touch, the heat of your bodies pressed against each other, the scent that lingers from your hair, the sound of both of your breathing that is becoming increasingly urgent with every second. He wants to have more.

You begrudgingly pull away, your eyes are shut and your breathing is heavy. You look at Lucifer's glazed eyes and smile at him. You stand and unbuckles your belt and zippers.

"On the desk, love. Bend over." You command firmly with a slightly eager tone in your voice.

Lucifer's breathing is rapid. His body trembles with excitement, his blood boiling with a carnal lust that has been building up for the entire day.

"You want me to get a little dirty with you in front of my precious paperwork, love? How naughty."

Lucifer does as you ask: he sits on the edge of his desk and bends forward, lifting his suit skirt to put his pert ass at your disposal. He looks back at you with a flirtatious smirk.

You lick your lips as you close the distance between you and your husband. Lucifer's flirty behavior fuels the burning desire that you are feeling right now. You put your hands on both of Lucifer's clothed butt and caressed them under your palms.

"I miss this…" You drag a sigh at the sensation you feel in your palms, the texture of Lucifer's pants and the softness of his round butt make them the perfect stress balls as you massage them firmly.

Lucifer moans when he feels your strong palms cupping both his buttcheeks. His body sags forward, but his legs hold the position as if they were steel rods. His thighs clenched, his breathing becomes shallow. He is so turned on that he is nearly panting. This position of submission makes him feel vulnerable.

"Yes... Oh yes... Do that again, just like that, love. Please."

Lucifer's lips are parted and the tip of his tongue is sticking out. He enjoys your touch immensely, your warm hands firmly rubbing his backside. Lucifer sways his butt left and right to meet your strong strokes.

Lucifer's body trembles with a mix of desire and anticipation, and he feels his breath catch in his throat as you continue to caress his rear. Lucifer is in his own heaven, his senses are overwhelmed by your touch but there is no other place in the world he would want to be right now.

"Love, I, ah, I need you so badly…"

Lucifer whimpers as he feels your palms rubbing, kneading his buttcheeks in circles. He looks back to you, who is looking at him with an expression of insatiable lust. Lucifer raises his head with a small smile, making sure you know he is enjoying the massage. He looks at your bulging pants with a hungry expression on his face, implying his desire for more than a massage.

You spanked his buttcheeks with enough force and caressed them gently. You chuckle, eyes are full of lust and passion towards Lucifer. You lean down, pressing your body above Lucifer's back, kissing and licking your husband's nape and ears. Pair of eyes shut when you inhaled all of Lucifer's scent and perfume – so alluring, it makes you want to take your husband right here and then. Your hands roam around Lucifer's back and butt, alternately caressing the soft flesh covered by clothes.

Lucifer's body quivers under the soft yet aggressive caresses. He squirms under all the attention his butt is receiving, making his movements increasingly frantic as he desperately wants your touch to go deeper and deeper. He lets out a satisfied grunt when he feels your hands on him, exploring every inch of his body.

"You know how to touch me…"

Lucifer gasps softly, as you hit every right spot on his body, giving him goosebumps up and down his spine. The sensation of your hand kneading his ass is intoxicating, making Lucifer wiggle his own hips against the grip of your hands.

You hold Lucifer's jaw to keep his face turned to you. His dazed expression turns you on more than you already are. Your lips capture Lucifer's in an electrifying kiss, full of love and lust, sipping and nibbling on his lower lip and tongue. Your free hand presses Lucifer down the desk by grabbing his waist.

Lucifer's hands hang limply and he doesn't try to escape your grip on him. Both of your lips are tangled together as your passionate kisses consume Lucifer, leaving him feeling dazed. Lucifer gasps from the pressure applied to his waist, his mouth still occupied by your lips. Your tongues clash with each other, your saliva mixing together in a show of lust-fueled passion.

The heat and passion of your kiss is overwhelming for Lucifer. He arches backward, bending forward again, giving you more access to his soft flesh and butt. Lucifer pushes his hips backward, silently asking for more of his husband's attention.

The sensation of Lucifer's ass hitting against your bulging erection makes you groan in the slight pleasure. You grind your hips forward as your lips and tongue continue to burn Lucifer's skin.

"Keep doing that…" You gasp as you command.

Lucifer obeys and keeps wiggling his ass, his eyes shut tight with pleasure as his body is getting more sensitive by the second. The intense heat and pressure on his butt is making him squirm against your touch, his breath quickening, his heart racing. Lucifer looks back at you who looks as if you are about to devour his body and soul.

Lucifer feels his body shaking with the overwhelming sensation of pleasure as you stimulate his buttcheeks, the kiss on his lips and the grinding of your hips. He lets out little whimpers of excitement, your passionate touch driving him insane with lust.

"Yes… that's it." You hum in approval.

Lucifer's eyes are closed tight. His lips are parted, his breathing is shallow, his chest is heaving, and his head is spinning. His hands are grabbing the desk, gripping his papers in an attempt to stay grounded. He is moaning softly under your assault. The friction and heat on his ass are making him want to scream out your name.

You pull away from Lucifer's neck, slightly bending over Lucifer's back. Your arms encircle his waist as you unbuckle Lucifer's belt and open his fly, freeing Lucifer's hard on first. With a swift motion, you trace the hem of Lucifer's boxers and trousers, slowly dragging the fabric downwards his thighs, completely exposing the pale, smooth round buttcheeks of Lucifer.

"So alluring…" You exhale through your mouth as you watch Lucifer's pinkish entrance pulse around nothing. You laugh softly and free your own aching manhood from the constraints of your boxers, leaving yourself still fully clothed except for your open fly.

Lucifer's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. You have revealed his bare butt, and Lucifer feels the heat rising to his face. Lucifer squirms a little, hoping your hands would finally touch his bare ass. His eyes are glued to your gaze, hoping you will give him the pleasure he's been thirsting for the whole day.

"Oh, love…" Lucifer moans, the tension in his body becoming unbearable.

He tries to reach for your manhood with his hand still gripping the desk, but you have already locked the position of Lucifer's arms above his head, grabbing the papers and using them as an anchor. Lucifer feels vulnerable, exposed, with no way to break free from your grasp, and his body trembles with anticipation.

"Please…" Lucifer whimpers. He can feel himself going over the edge, the sensation, the pleasure, the anticipation becoming unbearable.

You groan at the pleasure you feel as you rub your manhood in between Lucifer's buttcheeks. It is warm and soft to touch. Your hand holding your own arousal for guidance and your other hand pushes Lucifer's body down the desk.

"Ahh... Lucifer... I miss you." You groan and sigh between words.

"Oh, my love, the feeling is mutual." Lucifer is in ecstasy, his body shivering, his head spinning, his breathing heavy and fast.

"More… please."

Lucifer's hands are trembling, trying to pull on the papers he is holding onto, trying to keep himself on the desk. His pelvis is grinding frantically against your erect manhood.

"Ahh... Ahh… my love" Lucifer's lips are parted in a silent moan of your name. He is on the verge of losing self-control at the sensation of your hand pinning his back and your manhood rubbing against his entrance. His body arches backwards on the desk, his free arm reaching for your arm to pull you closer towards him.

With you on top of him, pinning him to the desk, Lucifer whimpers softly and lets out little gasps with every subtle movement. His legs are trembling, the muscles on his ass are clenching tightly, and his breathing is getting faster and faster. The sensation is too much for his body to handle. Lucifer lets out a little scream of pleasure, and his hips push back slightly against you. He is close, he is so, so close.

"Love, I'm not in yet…" You tease Lucifer's contracting entrance with your leaking tip, still rubbing and "missing" the right spot where Lucifer needs you the most.

"But it's okay, you can let go." You permit as you continue to rub your weeping cock on Lucifer's clenching butthole.

Lucifer is holding his breath and gripping the desk with all the strength in his hands. He is letting out tiny breaths, trying to hold back his release when you tease him.

"No, no, no... please…"

Lucifer moans, a loud and long sound, but holds back. The urge is there, just beyond his grasp, he wants to let go, to surrender, to release, but you have complete control and Lucifer is afraid of disappointing you if he comes too early. He struggles against your restraint, but all in vain.

The anticipation was too much. Lucifer lets out a loud moan, his eyes shut tight. He trembles, his body shakes, and he feels the rush of orgasmic pleasure flood through his veins. His body shudders, his legs tense up, and his whole body spasms. Lucifer is spent. His mind is still spinning and he struggles to keep conscious. Lucifer's heavy breathing is laced with small moans and groans.

"There you go." You chuckle, still rubbing yourself against Lucifer.

Without giving your husband a warning and a break to recuperate, you shove your entire length inside Lucifer's flesh. Your eyes flutter open and close, moaning and gasping softly, due to the tightness you feel around your manhood. You stand still for a moment and kiss Lucifer's nape.

Lucifer gasps and exhales sharply, his legs kicking in a moment of shock and surprise. He looks back at you, his face a blend of pain and pleasure he couldn't have imagined.

"Ah! It's... too much."

Lucifer lets out a soft scream, his whole body shaking, his mind is in a frenzy. His head is spinning and he is still recovering. Lucifer's body tenses up, his muscles clench. He feels his skin stretching in ways he has never felt before, his breath grows ragged and his eyes flicker open. He is torn in between pleasure and pain. The mixture of pleasure and discomfort is overwhelming. But he wants more, and he wants to give it to you in return.

"Sorry, I'll let you get used to it first." You do not move except for your pampering kisses on Lucifer's back. Lucifer moans softly and nods to let you know you can now move. However, you are focused on kissing your husband's back to let him adjust fully.

Lucifer's muscles loosen, giving you free access to his ass. His breathing slows down, his body begins to relax, and his heart rate slows.

"Oh my…"

Lucifer closes his eyes, still catching his breath. As the sensation ebbs, a sense of peaceful calm overtakes him and he smiles. He reaches for you with his free hand and grabs your forearm, feeling your manhood being completely inside him.

Lucifer takes a deep breath. His body is slowly relaxing and accepting your presence inside. He feels you moving slightly, and he moans softly. Lucifer opens his eyes and looks back at you, his expression filled with lust and passion.

"My love…" Lucifer whispers, his voice strained. He looks you in the eyes, his eyes filled with love, and a small smile spreads on his lips.

Lucifer leans in closer to the desk until his arms are resting on the edge. He tilts his head back to give you more access to his neck. He takes deep breaths through his nose. The sharp sting has subsided a little bit and he feels more at ease with your lengthy and girthy dick inside him. Your kiss on his neck feels incredible, like a warm blanket of sensual pleasure.

"You're killing me." Lucifer whispers. He looks at you with his eyes half open, his lips in a small smile, and his breathing is even.

Your thrusts gradually increased in pace. You finally remove Lucifer's coat and vest, leaving your husband's black button shirt and tie on. The soft yet muscular back of Lucifer feels intoxicating against your hands as you caress him under his shirt.

Together with both of your hips moving in a right rhythm, you lift up Lucifer's shirt to have better access to his back. You kiss, bite, and lick every part – leaving trails of reddish and damp portions on the pale skin of your husband.

Lucifer lets out a moan with every thrust of your body. His muscles are tensing up again with the increased pace, and he gasps for breath every time you sink into him. His breath is growing shorter and his eyes are shut tight, but he struggles to keep them open as your caresses and thrust become rougher, more intense and forceful. Every nerve in his body screams with pleasure.

Lucifer's expression morphs into one of pure pleasure. His legs start to buckle again, his body tenses up, his muscles shake, and his eyes start to roll back. His breath becomes shallow and his moaning progressively becomes noisier. Lucifer's fingers curl up as he wraps his hands around the wooden desk, grasping the papers underneath. He is unable to speak, but his feelings are quite obvious.

Your caresses turn into tight grips on each either side of Lucifer's waist, grabbing him firmly until it forms faint handprints on the supple smooth skin. You let out soft grunts and groans as Lucifer's muscle contracts around your manhood with every thrust. Your nails dig on each either side of Lucifer's waist as your thrusts become frantic.

"Lucifer... you're incredible."

Lucifer groans softly, he can't take it anymore. Your rough grip on his waist is so attractive, your nails are digging into Lucifer's skin, leaving faint red lines. Lucifer's mouth is open, his eyes are shut, and he is breathing heavily.

Every thrust of you makes him moan and his eyes flicker open until they shut again. His hands grip the desk tightly, his muscles clenching and relaxing in rhythm with your thrusts. His body is in a state of euphoria, and his pleasure is rising with each thrust.

"Ahhh..." Lucifer lets out a loud groan, his eyes shut tightly as he struggles to keep his sanity. With each thrust of your body, the pleasure becomes more and more intense. His muscle responds by squeezing you tighter, pleasuring him even more. He can feel each of your movements inside him and all of the sensation he feels from it. His legs shake, his breathing is uneven, his heart is hammering in his chest, and his whole body is quivering with passion and euphoria.

You throw your head back and briefly stare at the ceiling, your eyes shut and quickly open again. The perverse sound of your lovemaking — skin slapping against each other and the desk creaking underneath both of your weight — mixes together with your moans and gasps and echoes throughout Lucifer's office.

You gulp, still thrusting deeper and faster, and look down on Lucifer's disheveled yet pleasured state. The sight of your husband being completely vulnerable beneath you lit a fire to your dominant nature. You chuckle for a bit and your hand proceeds to reach for Lucifer's manhood, massaging and stroking from the tip down to the base, as you continue to thrust wildly from behind.

"Ohhh!" Lucifer's words get lost to his own pleasure. His body is in heat, you are making every nerve in his body sing. With the lovemaking growing more intense, Lucifer's words are nothing else than little sounds coming out of his exhausted mouth. His breath is ragged, he is on the brink of losing his sanity and losing his mind. In pleasure, he completely forgets the paperwork on his desk, the room, and any sense of time. You are the only thing that exists in Lucifer's world, and he loves that idea.

"Please, please, please…"

Lucifer says between gasps for breath. He is completely disoriented and has lost sense of space and time, but he loves every single second of it. His breathing is ragged, his body is shaking, his mind is blank, and his mind is a frenzy of sensations assaulting his body. Lucifer's eyes are shut tight and he is on the verge of screaming out. He can feel each of your thrusts and moans. He can feel your manhood pulsating inside him and the warm sensation filling him up beyond words.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore…"

Lucifer gasps, moans, his voice growing softer with every word, his body shaking from the excessive pleasure and the strain it is facing. His muscles are sore from all the constant contraction, and his eyes are fluttering. Your grip on him is tighter, your thrusts are quicker and smoother, every single sense in Lucifer's body is concentrated to the feeling of your body inside him, your bodies moving together in a steady rhythm.

You drag a long guttural moan, you feel so amazing inside Lucifer. Your breathing becomes quick and shallow as you feel an upcoming explosive sensation by every thrust.

"Love... Let go."

Lucifer whimpers and his body tenses up again. His voice is raspy and his eyes are rolling backwards. His whole body is in a state of sensory overload. Lucifer lets out a small whimper and loses any control of his muscles, the pleasuring sensation being too much for him. His breath is shallow, his muscles are constricting even without his command, and his body is shaking under the pleasure overload. A small smile appears on Lucifer's lips and he lets out a series of loud vocalizations as he reaches his climax.

The wave of pleasure washes over your body and all you can do is let out a long moan. You continue to stroke Lucifer's manhood through his climax as you desperately chase your own. Sweat builds up on your brows and your chest is heaving with each breath. Your breathing becomes shallow and the look in your eyes is pure bliss.

You look down at Lucifer's jiggling buttcheeks and how he swallows your manhood in every thrust. The erotic sight made you tremble. It seems impossible, but your manhood grew harder and harder inside your husband from the lewd sight alone. A few erratic thrusts of your hips sends you to overdrive as you reach your own euphoric climax. You press your body on top of Lucifer's back as your thrusts become slower, your semen dripping from Lucifer's flesh while your manhood is still inside.

"Love…" Lucifer's voice is exhausted and panting. You are the only thing he has eyes for right now. He closes his eyes fully, letting the sensation of your presence wash over him. His body is limp, his muscles have relaxed, and no thought has crossed his mind but the pleasure and the bliss he feels right now. His eyes are still half opened and he reaches for your arm, holding you tightly. The feeling of his husband's body all over him and inside him is intoxicating, even more so after he has spent himself completely.

You cup your husband's chin from behind and kiss him on the lips. You smile as you slowly pull out of Lucifer, making your semen drip down to his thighs and pools on the floor.

"I love you, Lucifer. I've missed you so much."

Lucifer can feel your warm hand on his chin but doesn't have the energy to open his eyes yet. The feeling of your fingers caressing his lips and the taste of your kiss make him tremble in pleasure. He swallows, breathes in a couple of times before he manages to open his eyes.

"I love you. I've missed you so much too."

Lucifer smiles. He turns his head to look at you, grabbing your arm and dragging you down beside him. He kisses your cheek and caresses your face, his fingers slowly moving deeper into your wet locks.

You step back and sit down on Lucifer's mahogany chair and pull his half naked body on your lap, letting the paperworks drop anywhere near the desk and on the floor. You kiss him once more and give him his needed aftercare.

"That was amazing." You smile at Lucifer with a satisfied expression.

Lucifer groans softly and settles down in your lap. He feels the comfort of your touch and the warmth of his breath wash over. He shuts his eyes and enjoys your hands running through his hair, caressing his shoulders and back, even though his body is still sensitive and he can feel the tingling of the small handprints. Lucifer sighs contently and opens his eyes, leaning into your chest, holding you tightly, his head resting on your shoulder.

"I love you so much." Lucifer whispers. No other words are needed.

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the-fiction-witch · 8 months

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Blue Bow

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT AF

Requested (can I just say first that I'm a HUGE fan of your work i love you💗) but anyway could you write an imagine where Y/n works at the hospital with Jack but he never notices her until he finds her..pleasuring herself to the thought of him and then soon he starts to notice her and falls in love with her?? that was a lot I'm sorry but that would make my life complete (could you also add smut between them??)

I groaned as the light from my window flooded in across my face caused my skin to heat up, I forced my body up out of my bed and made the bed behind me, I went to my wardrobe and got some clothes on for today before headed to the small stove made myself a cup of tea and some toast to try and bring me into this world a little more. I finished my toast and was about halfway down my tea before I heard my door. I looked up and saw one of the nurses, I didn't know her name opened my door. This was very usual most nurses don't bother to knock or anything mostly because if they're getting me there isn't often really time to knock I guess.

I looked at her and took her in a little, a pair of small black boots laced up to her knees, I would assume stockings but I don't know, the usual grey-washed-out nurses dress around her with an apron over it, nothing overly spectacular or noteworthy about her. She was cute I guess, but the main thing I noticed about her was her hair in a ponytail with a blue ribbon bow to tie it up.

"Doctor Dawkins?"

"Yes?" I asked,

"The surgery is starting,"

"Right, I'll be down in a second."

She nodded and went off back to her business, So I finished my tea and headed down to get on with work.

I set up for surgery this afternoon and sorted everything I needed in the prep room, I heard the nurse who was to be helping me today arrive at the prep room, I didn't bother to look up at her I'm sure whoever it is can do her job.

"Doctor," She smiled as she brought the leather apron over,

I saw her and noticed it was her again, her little boots, grey washed-out uniform, and her hair with its blue bow ribbon keeping her hair in a bun. Ohh right that one, "Ahh Afternoon," I told her as she happily handed me the apron which I slipped over my head and she cheerfully buckled it at my back,

"Good Afternoon Doctor Dawkins," she smiled,

"You know what we're doing?"

"Yes sir,"

"Good, shall we get on then?" I asked her as I turned and handed her what we needed to take into the theatre,

"Of course, yes." She nodded as she followed behind me like a little lost kitten,

I sighed as I headed into the storage cupboard looking for, well peace for a few minutes. I shut the door and leaned against the wall, I took a moment to breathe and to straighten my head after today's madness. I let a few breaths out but I perked up as I heard another sound, I heard a gasp but not like a gasp of surprise. I looked into the cupboard and saw someone standing leaning against the side of the wooden shelf used to store towels, bedsheets, and other such things, given the angle they were mostly hidden. But I saw a foot around the shelf with a black knee-high lace boot, an exposed leg with some pale stockings, and the pulled-up fabric of a washed-out nurse uniform. They gasped and shifted their body a lot, I was almost worried they were hurt whoever they were.

"Uhhh... Doctor Dawkins..." Her voice moaned softly,

Ohhh... What? What was that? she- she just moaned my name? Ohhhh this is gonna be fun.

"Uhh...uhhhh... ummmm..." Her voice muttered as she tried to be quiet,

It was then as she moved her head I saw her hair in a half updo with a blue ribbon bow,

Ohh! it's Blue bow. It's her. that- that one. who's the name... damn it still escapes me. I moved a little closer to try and see her better, Her back was against the wooden shelves and Her dress was tugged up around her waist exposing her white bloomers, she had moved the table close to her and perched herself on the corner of the wooden table she shifted and moved her body slowly to the rounded edge of the wooden table rubbed against her clit to pleasure her. Ughh fuck she looked so good... Umm my naughty little nurse. I had to admit watching her grind on the table moaning for me with that innocent little blue bow in her hair was more than enough to get me excited. But she moved off the table and I almost whined from disappointment, but she unbuttoned her dress and slipped her hand in plaid and fondled her breast she leant against the shelf and slipped her hand between her legs as she rubbed her clit and slipped her fingers inside herself.

"Ughhh! Doctor Dawkins..." She moaned,

Ummm... you naughty little girl, locking yourself away to touch yourself thinking about me. Fuck I just wanna go over and get my hands on you... but, then you might stop and we don't want that.

I watched her for a creepy amount of time but I couldn't tear my eyes away, I bit my lip as I watched her so eagerly play, I couldn't stop myself from unbuttoning my trousers and I pulled out my stiff erection, I smirked as I rubbed my hand down myself as I watched her, listening to her gasps and moans, I did my best to keep quiet made sure my hand kept pace with hers, But she was overexcited already going a little too fast for me but I soon got to that point of desire too,

"Ughhhhh!" she whined clearly desperate,

I wanted to go over and finish her myself but she was doing just fine without me, and she was so much fun to watch, as her own wetness coated her hand and even began to drip down her legs, until it suddenly hit her, she lent her head back her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as she uncontrollably moaned as she reached her orgasm. Just watching her was amazing and I hit my own only just after her own, so I clamped a hand over my mouth so my moans wouldn't alert her to my presence, I quickly cleaned up and calmed down.

"Umm..." she sighed and fanned herself with her hand as she fixed her clothes, "Ohh Doctor Dawkins..." she sighed happily as she blew a kiss,

Awww she's cute, I silently blew her a kiss too before I quickly did my trousers up and left as quietly as I could, as soon as I shut the door I bolted across to the small room under the theatre standing and shut the door to be alone. "Fuck..." I gasped slightly recovering after all that, "Ummm you naughty little thing. I'm gonna have to start paying more attention to my little blue bowed nurse."

I smirked leaning on the wall across from the ward, looking through the window watching the nurses work, or well... the nurse work. My eyes square on her. In her little boots, her cute little dress and apron, her hair in a braided half updo with her blue ribbon plaided into her braid and then in a bow at the bottom to hold the braid, a broom in her hand as she worked making sure everything was cleaned. I admit my eyes lingered longer than they should have, and it had been like this for days now, ever since the storage cupboard incident I couldn't stop looking at her, reminded of what I saw. But even so, I couldn't help but notice so many things about her, how she always wiggles her hips as she sweeps, how she dusts off her hands when she's finished working, how every day she finds a new way to put that little blue ribbon in her hair, her sweet gentle smile when she makes the patients, I have to admit... I do think she's cute, and sweet, and... Ohh crap. I like her, don't I.

"Ohh Good Morning Doctor Dawkins," she smiled as she hurried past with her broom,

"Morning," I smiled, "You're always so busy," I chuckled as I followed her with my arms behind my back,

"Well, so much to do." she chuckled,

"Yeah I imagine there is, you don't have to work so hard you know. You can leave some of it to the other nurses?"

"No, it wouldn't be right, I don't mind."

"You're sweet, such a precious little thing,"

She blushed, "Aww that's so kind of you, Doctor Dawkins," she giggled, "I uhh I think you're very sweet too,"

"Hum... you're too nice to me." I smirked, "You sure you don't take any breaks during the day?"

"I do try not to doctor," she said, "always something to do,"

"Right you are," I nodded, "But uhh you ever do want a break, the uhh... the storage cupboard is a very peaceful place."

Blush formed across her cheeks, "It uhh it is?"

"I'd say so,"

"I uhh I wouldn't know I don't often take a break, let alone in the uhh storage cupboard."

"no, course not. You're far too busy." I told her, "But if ever you do fancy a break I do enjoy the storage cupboard,"

"You do?"

"I do, often find myself in there of a busy day,"

"Yes uhh I uhh I will have to take your word for it,"

"You have a nice day Nurse," I told her before I headed off to get on with my work, unable to hide my smile for hours.

I stood by my mirror and fixed my hair a little to make sure I looked decent, I knew she'd be coming up to drop off some clean laundry for me and I was eager to see her. As soon as I heard feet up the stairs so I went and sat on my bed doing my best to look attractive grabbing a book to look mysterious and busy as she came into my room in her usual dress and apron, her hair in her usual blue bow tied around her head with the bow on the top of her head like an adorable little present, the basket in her hands with the folded laundry.

"Ahh There you are," I smiled,

"Good Evening doctor Dawkins," She cooed as she set the basket down by my wardrobe as usual,

"Thank you very much,"

"You're welcome," She smiled before our eyes finally let and immediately blush dusted her cheeks,

"Yes?" I smirked at her blush,

"Uhh Doctor Dawkins..." She began, "Are you reading your book upside down... on purpose?"

I glanced at the book in my hand and saw the pages and their words upside down, as I was in fact holding the book upside down, "...Yes," I answered, "I was trying to observe a medical diagram from an additional angle..." I lied,

"Oh, of course, do excuse me." she smiled, "Is that all or is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes actually, I uhh..." I began as I got out of bed and set my book down, "I wanted to ask you how you came into this line of work?"

"Ohh? Me?"

"Yes, you." I told her as I moved closer to her,

"Well, My uhh my father got sick when I was young, just sort of lived my life as if I lived in a hospital always cleaning and caring for him, after he died I suppose I just thought I should use my years of experience."

"That's very sweet."

"Thank you, may I ask how you came into this line of work doctor?"

"Much the same I suppose, just sort of fell into it."

"Well, I'm glad you did,"

"Yeah, I'm glad you did too."

"If that's everything Doctor I should be heading back..."

"There is one more thing,"

"Oh?"

I couldn't wait any longer so I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to hers, her lips soft and almost sugary, she kissed back her hands settled on my chest and gripped my shirt, I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her closer so not an inch remained between us, she pulled back for some air and gasped quickly.

"Umm... Don't stop." I told her as I caressed her cheek and pressed kisses all over her face and jaw,

"What?"

"Don't stop, Please... just let me kiss you."

"Doctor dawkins I-"

"Please. I need you. I want you so bad..." I groaned, "You've wound me up like a bloody spring all this time, now you've let me go... you can't expect me to just stop-"

"I didn't know you- you even looked at me?"

"I've done nothing but look at you for weeks." I told her as I ran the tip of my nose up her own, "Humm ever since the storage cupboard..."

"Ohh god- You-"

"Ohh I know." I growled, "I watched you..."

"You wa-watched me?"

"I did."

"Ohh I'm so so sorry I-"

"It's alright, I was too."

"wh-what?!"

"I was, I joined in with you. Took all my strength not to go over and replace your hands."

"You should have,"

"Should I? Would you have wanted me too?"

"I would,"

"Well... how about we repeat the cupboard events then? but this time I'll replace your hands."

"On one condition,"

"Yes?"

"I'll replace yours too."

"deal!" I smirked as I pulled her back into a kiss,

she very happily kissed back, our kisses becoming lustful and passionate immediately, our hands lost on each other our lips battling one another but there was no way on this earth she was winning over me. I set my hands on the back of her thighs just under her ass and lifted her up before I threw her down on my bed not wasting a single moment to get between her legs, she giggled her hands either side of her head on the pillow before she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down to her, I didn't argue pushing myself against her pinning her whole body down pressing it into my mattress as we kissed her hands tugging and knotting in my hair as our moans flowed freely, I pulled back kissing down her neck as my hands grabbed her hem and forced up her dress,

"Let's see what you're hiding under this study little dress," I growled in her ear as I pushed her dress up she happily lifted her arms letting me push it off over her head and throw it off my bed revealing her cream corset and white bloomers, and that body... Fuck! "Urrghhh! That is a fucking crime to lock that body in that boxy stuffy dress... Ummmm look at you!" I groaned kissing down her chest until I reached her corset, her hands began tugging at my waistcoat so I did deny her I sat up and unbuttoned it throwing it to the floor too I peeled off my suspenders and tossed my shirt to the side and Immediately her hands found my bare chest and wouldn't stop petting and stroking me,

"Oooohh Look at you," She smirked,

I admit... that made me feel very loved and very desired, not had a girl go so excited about seeing me before, and... I cannot be blamed for my response.

"Ummmmm!" I groaned wrapping my arms around her and pushing her so hard into my best as I kissed her on the the bed springs actually broke below us,

"What was that?" she pulled away at the shocking sound,

"I don't know- I don't care-" I told her, "the bed still work?"

"...Yes?" She said quickly giving it a test,

"Then I'll deal with it later!" I told her kissing her again, my fingers quickly found her corset ties tugging and pulling on them until it was undone and tossed that off the bed pulling back to see her perky breasts "Fuck!" I groaned just looking at her, "I can't wait anymore." I groaned yanking her bloomers off and kissing her stomach as I did all to get her naked on my bed already she was insanely beautiful and I held her thighs to spread them a little to get the most perfect view of her laying on my bed her hair against my pillow with that cute little blue bow in her hair, her perk bare breasts, her smooth seductive stomach, her glistening pussy with her legs wide open for me. I kissed down her body already feeling myself throbbing in my trousers for her, "I want you so bad..."

"Then you can have me doctor Dawkins..." she gasped,

I didn't need to be told twice burying my head between her legs to lick and suck on her clit not even needing to warm up gently as she was already more than ready for me, Hearing her gently whine and squeal under me was the most erotic sound I'd heard in my life, her body often wiggling and flinching under me from how overwhelmed she was at merely my touch, and her taste! fuck I could eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner and still not be satisfied. My hands held her thighs stroking the cotton soft skin her own knotted into my hair tugging and pushing on my head often to guide me where she needed me,

"Ughh! Doctor Dawkins! Stop please I'll-" She whined,

I didn't stop I got faster moving a hand up to grab her breast fondling it in my hand as I kissed her and her orgasm hit suddenly her legs shaking, her hips twitching and her squirting down my bed her hands gripped my hair tightly and she loudly moaned,

"Ughhhhhhhh!"

"Ohh my god you look so good-" I groaned as I watched her cum, "Ummm, you're doing that again!" I smirked trying to kiss her again but she clamped her thighs shut,

"No, no please -" she gasped, "At least let me rest for a moment..."

"Alright, you think you have the energy?" I smirked unbuttoning my trousers and pulling out my cock,

"yes doctor," she nodded excitedly, she happily kissed my neck and chest before taking every inch of me in her mouth,

"Ughhhh fuck!" I groaned one hand holding the bed and the other holding her bow as she so passionately worked, moans and groans tumbling from my lips as she worked moving her head back and forth using her tongue to run circles all the way around my head, I couldn't stop looking at her as she worked, "Ummm you look so gorgeous... Ummm you naughty little thing," I groaned I knew I was already close to her sucking so I pushed her back flat on the bed which made her giggle teasingly "Ohh? you like winding me up?"

"Maybe..."

"Maybe I should torture you see how you like it?" I smirked thrusting two fingers inside her fast and hard,

"Ughhhhhh Doctor Dawkins please!" she screamed over my fast and merciless thrusts I smirked and grabbed her breast fondling her perky breast again and hardening her nipple rubbing and pinching it which made her scream more, "Ahhh ughhh uuuuhhhhh!"

"Aww you like that?"

"Mhm..."

"This what you want?" I growled taking my hand from her pussy to grab her other breast and playing with her nipples with both hands

"Ughhh yes!" she whined,

"Ummm, you naughty girl..." I growled kissing her neck as I mercilessly plaid with them, "Umm I wanna suck on them so bad-"

"R-really?"

"Yeah- sorry that was probably kinda-" I began trying to apologize as I realized how weird that sounded only after it left my mouth but she grabbed my hair and forced my head down, I smirked and kissed down her neck and chest picking the left biting gently on the soft smooth skin of her breast before flicking my tongue across her hard nipple which immediately made her tense, I made sure to be slow watching her face as I ran my tongue in a clockwise circle around it before sucking hard on her nipple even gracing her skin a little with my teeth and flicking my tongue across her harder.

"Uhhhh! Please! doctor-" she gasped, "No more please,"

"No? What do you want instead?"

"I want you inside me."

"Ughhh! You naughty girl!" I smirked immediately stroking myself to make sure I was at my best for her, "Ready?"

"Ready," she nodded,

I smirked and pushed inside her, immediately losing myself in pleasure. She felt amazing! more than I could have ever imagined I held her hips hard and thrusted hard and fast listening to her intense screams, I let my moans fall without concern I knew I wouldn't last long so I rubbed on her clit mercilessly as I thrusted harder and faster hearing her scream and plead for more. She pushed me back until I pulled out I was confused for a moment but she smirked and turned over to kneel on her stomach moving her hips back until they met my own, "Ummmm you naughty girl." I growled grabbing her hips and thrusting fast and hard, listening to the sounds of her moans and squeals mixed with the bed squeaking and the sound of our skin hitting each other, I smirked and grabbed her breast tugging on her nipples making her scream in pleasure, "Ummm you like that? Fuck! You naughty girl, my naughty, naughty girl."

"Doctor Dawkins..." she moaned, "Yes! Please!"

"Come on my little nurse, I'm not stopping till you cum." I smirked pulling her hair and that sweet little blue bow until, she tightened around me and squirted again as she reached her orgasm I kept going to let her ride it out as long as possible but it made me reach my orgasm too so I quickly pulled out and finished across her back. She collapsed on the bed and I quickly laid down beside her as we both gasped quickly, "Fuck... I uhh I think I'm in love with you,"

"What?"

"I... I think I'm in love with you."

"I... I love you too..." she smiled, "You really mean that?"

"I do," I nodded, "More than anything,"

"Ohh, that's very sweet doctor Dawkins," she cooed moving to lay her head on my chest I smiled and pet her hair softly,

"It's Jack."

"Jack," she smiled, "Jack Dawkins, it's a very pretty name."

"Aww you're a sweet little thing," I told her,

"Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n."

"Y/n," I smiled kissing her head, "that's a beautiful name." I told her kissing her sweet face, "I really do love you y/n."

"I love you too Jack," She smiled nuzzling closer into my chest so I held her tight and tucked the covers around us, letting her lay there comfortably as I plaid with her cute blue bow.

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tsarisfanfiction · 5 months

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Remembrance

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Kayla, Apollo, Michael Human memories fade, and details get forgotten. Godly memories don't, and Apollo will always help his children, if they ask. TOApril Day 30 - Fading Memories. Longest fic of the month to round this TOApril up! Once again it took me a while to work out what I wanted to do with this one, but I definitely need more Apollo&Kayla and also more Kayla&Michael content in my life, so that's where this ended up. There's also a few easter eggs in here for some of my other fics, for the observant/readers with good memories!

Kayla huffed, dragging the box out from underneath the bench. Damn musicians, shoving all their stuff in the area that was supposed to be her nook, and especially damn the musicians that were also head counsellors that had enabled it.

Also Will, because Will hadn’t been a musician but he’d still let it happen (and Michael, but Kayla would always forgive Michael anything). No more. Kayla was head counsellor now, and even if it was only for her final year in camp, this nook at the back of the cabin was going to at least have space for her to stuff all the annoying things like chore schedules.

She wasn’t Austin, or Alice, or Will (or Michael). She wasn’t having that stuff in her personal part of the cabin, stressing her out with duty-based things in her safe, stress-free bunk. Not a chance. It could get banished to the back of the cabin like she knew other cabins did, for her to pick up when she had to and ignore when she didn’t.

Well, Kayla was realistic. She wasn’t going to get all of the instruments out of there; there was an entire orchestra’s worth, at least, and several of them were large and heavy, or otherwise not easily moveable – she sent the harp and the full sized drum kits a half-hearted glare, knowing full well that she was never going to win a fight with those particular sisters over the placement of their main instruments. Still, she could at least clear the flutes that hadn’t been used in years – Kayla didn’t think she’d ever seen any of them come out – off of the desk and find a different cranny to stow them in.

The same went for the crates worth of sheet music stowed under the desk, which was what she was currently trying to wrangle. For being simple sheets of music, they got heavy when there was a lot of them, rather like a whole pile of target faces all at once, and it took more than a bit of pulling and shoving before she got them moved over enough that she could pull a chair up and sit in it without her legs being crammed against crates.

Well, almost. She growled as her feet kicked against another one, and ducked back down under the desk to see if she could push that one further back, outside of accidental kicking range.

It refused to, so with another grumble she started to yank it forwards instead, not quite sure where she was going to move it to but determined that it wasn’t going to stay in too-close kicking reach. Kayla wasn’t tall like Austin or Jerry but she also wasn’t short like Yan and needed some leg room while she was doing head counsellor things.

When it finally came out, it was covered in dust, enough to make her nose itch. It also wasn’t sheet music, like she’d expected. Nor was it spare archery targets, which she would’ve been delighted to find – they were forever running out of those.

It was full of photographs.

Curious, she picked one up, puffing until the dust shifted. There were two boys in the photo – one young and gap-toothed, and the other… well, still young, but maybe at least a teenager. He had a lot of beads for someone Kayla guessed might be thirteen or so, but the younger kid – and he was really young, definitely nowhere near double digits – didn’t have a camp necklace at all. He had familiar blond waves and blue eyes, though, and Kayla realised it had to be Will, back when he’d been the baby of the cabin. The older boy must have been one of their siblings, with his own blond hair and darker blue-green eyes, but Kayla didn’t recognise him.

She set that one down and picked up another, wiping the dust off against her sleeve. This time, the faces were more familiar, more blond kids, but ones she knew she’d seen before. Their names didn’t come to her, but she was pretty certain that if she read through the names on the first bead of her necklace, she’d make the connections again. Unlike baby Will and the unnamed boy, these two were more rough and tumble, with the girl having the boy in a headlock while he clearly fought to get out of it. Both of them were laughing, though, and the camera was held at an angle, as if the photographer had been laughing too hard to keep it steady, too.

The third photograph made her freeze when the dust came off.

It was her, from behind. Her hair had been freshly dyed, with no sign of her natural colour at all, and Kayla had only dyed her hair like that for a short time before deciding she preferred to keep the crown of her head visibly ginger. She was at the archery range, bow in one hand and gesturing wildly with the other. Next to her, also with their back to the camera, was someone with black hair in a short pony tail, more or less the same height as eleven year old Kayla – gods, this had been taken six years ago – and gesturing back at her.

She didn’t recognise them. Not really. She knew who it was – of course she did, it was Michael, and she was sure she’d always remember the way he kept his hair tied back like that – but what she recognised was his bow, the beautiful horn horse bow that now lived in the attic of the Big House.

Staring at the photograph, she was suddenly hit with the realisation that she didn’t remember his face. She didn’t remember his voice, either. She remembered him being her big brother, that he’d spent hours and hours with her at the range, better than any of the Olympic archers Da had coached but completely disinterested in competition shooting, but she couldn’t remember his face.

Kayla had no idea what colour his eyes had been. If he’d had bangs or if his hair was all swept back into the ponytail. Details that felt like they should never be forgotten, but she couldn’t remember them.

Logically, she knew she’d only known Michael for a few months, which was basically no time at all compared to the length of time she’d since spent at camp, but with how often his name still flittered through her thoughts, it felt like she ought to remember him better than that.

It hurt, to realise that she didn’t.

Kayla dived back into the box, trying to find more photographs of him. There were a lot where there was a blur of black hair in the corner, or turning away, or with his back to the camera. She even found one with a younger-looking Alice braiding his hair, but Michael hadn’t been looking at the camera then, either. He’d been looking back at Alice as best he could without turning his head.

Still, it was the clearest one she’d found so far, and she cleared away more streaks of dust with her fingers until it was clean.

Seeing Michael with Alice reminded her that she was the only camper left in their cabin, now that Austin had left, that had met Michael. Raphael and Emma had arrived the next summer, and everyone else was even later than that. There was no-one else to show the photograph to and reminisce with, or try to remember with.

Okay, maybe she could go to Chiron, but as great as Chiron was, it didn’t feel right. Chiron hadn’t been any closer to Michael than he was to any other camper, she didn’t think. She didn’t know how he could have been. It wasn’t like he was family, really, although she was pretty sure he and Apollo-

Apollo. Dad.

Her dad, Michael’s dad.

She didn’t even finish thinking it through before she called him, startled when her voice sounded thick, like she’d been crying. She didn’t think she’d been crying.

The instant appearance of her dad, and the way he immediately wiped tears from her face, told her that she had been.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her, sitting cross-legged in the small patch of floor that wasn’t covered in photographs or musician things. It put him right in her personal space, but Kayla never minded that with her dad. Either of them, actually.

“I found these,” she said, waving photographs in his face. One of them was the first one she’d found, with her and Michael. Another was the one with Alice. “And I don’t… I don’t remember him, Dad.” A sob erupted from her throat. “I’ve always said he was my favourite brother, but I don’t… I don’t remember him!”

Part of her waited for him to poke her in the chest and tell her that actually, she did remember him. That he was in her heart, her favourite brother, and it didn’t matter if she couldn’t remember the exact shade of his eyes, or whether he usually had bangs. That was the sort of sappy thing people usually said, after all.

But he didn’t. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against his side, tucked under his arm like she was younger than she was, like she wasn’t now the most senior Apollo kid in camp.

“Do you want me to talk about him?” he offered, and her head snapped to look at him.

“Yes,” she said, latching onto the offer like it was a lifeboat. “Yes, Dad.”

He chuckled, quietly enough that it didn’t feel like he was laughing at her. “Okay,” he said, and plucked the photo of her and Michael from her fingers. She barely felt it go. “Michael was a fighter. And I don’t just mean because of the war, or his arguments with Clarisse – and he got into a lot of those with her. He was a fighter because he had something to fight for.” Kayla felt Apollo squeeze her shoulders. “You.”

The noise that escaped her was both unladylike – not that she cared – and very startled. “Me?”

Apollo gave a one shouldered shrug. “Well, his siblings. All of you,” he admitted. “Michael was always one for loving deeply, when he let someone in. He had a reputation for being harsh and prickly, especially with other campers, but beneath the thorns was a massive heart with so much love to give out, if they could make him believe they were worth it.”

“I don’t remember him being prickly,” Kayla admitted. “Except for the arguments with Clarisse.”

Apollo gave another chuckle. “He was always arguing with Clarisse,” he said, sounding fond. “That started his first day at camp and never stopped. Then again, I probably didn’t help matters,” he added, and that sounded sheepish.

Kayla twisted in his grip to look at him, astonished. “What did you do?” she demanded. Apollo’s smile definitely twisted into something sheepish.

“I claimed him,” he said, and Kayla frowned, because of course he did.

“How-?”

“I claimed him because he shot her in the thigh,” he clarified, and she felt her jaw drop. “It was the first time they’d met, and both of them were very volatile back when they were that age, more so than by the time you got here. They got into a fight, and well. It was the first time Michael had ever held a bow, and it was a beautiful shot. How could I not claim him for it?”

“You claimed him… because he shot Clarisse?” Kayla repeated slowly, trying to wrap her head around that. In some ways, it made sense. In other ways, it really didn’t. Then she registered the other thing he’d said. “Wait. He’d never held a bow before camp? Really?”

The one thing she definitely did remember was how amazing an archer Michael had been. It was the sort of skill that came from being an archer from the moment he was old enough to hold a bow – Kayla should know, she had the same skill – not from being a preteen, or maybe even a teenager, before ever touching one. Actually… “how old was he?”

“He was nine, at the time.” There was a story there, Kayla could tell, but Apollo didn’t show any signs of expanding on it, and she decided it wasn’t worth asking.

Demigods didn’t turn up at camp that young without a reason, and the reason was never a good one. Kayla didn’t need to know what Michael’s was. She didn’t want to know.

“He was amazing at archery,” she said, instead, and Apollo smiled fondly.

“That he was,” he agreed. “He could out shoot some of my sister’s Hunters. They hated him for it.” Kayla could imagine that – Thalia and Reyna were chill, but some of the Hunters were definitely snobbish over their perceived archer superiority. It was one of the reasons Kayla kept rejecting their recruitment pitches; they didn’t like being challenged by an archer who didn’t wear Artemis’ silver colours. She bet it was even worse with a boy.

“Serves them right,” she muttered, and leant back against her dad’s side again, reclaiming the photo of Michael and Alice. “I remember him being an amazing archer,” she admitted. “And his arguments with Clarisse. I just… I wish his face hadn’t faded.” She tapped at the photograph with a chipped nail. “The photographs aren’t clear enough.”

“I can make them clearer, if you want,” Apollo offered, and Kayla didn’t know how but she wasn’t going to turn down a chance to re-memorise Michael’s face. Properly, this time. She nodded.

Apollo held up a hand in front of them, palm up and loosely cupped, and hummed lightly.

Whatever Kayla had expected, it wasn’t for a ball of light to convalesce in front of them, swirling and shifting until Michael appeared in front of them, perching on the box full of dusty and abandoned photographs.

Kayla had forgotten how short he was.

She’d seen it in the photograph, how a sixteen year old Michael had been the same height as an eleven year old Kayla, but being seventeen herself now – gods, she was older than Michael when he’d died – and more or less fully grown it was stark, seeing him in front of her and realising that he really had been tiny.

He didn’t say anything, probably because he wasn’t real, just Apollo manipulating the light until it showed her her big brother again. Still, there was life in the way he looked like he was sitting, one leg straight down and the other knee raised up, foot on the edge of the box he was perched on, with one elbow resting on the knee. He wasn’t looking directly at them, but he was focused on something that only the apparition could see, and it was good enough for Kayla to finally, finally, remember the exact shade of brown his eyes had been.

He didn’t have bangs, either. There were some loose hairs that didn’t quite reach back into his ponytail that stuck out a little, but no bangs. He did have earrings, though, a single golden stud in the ear lobe.

Kayla had forgotten he’d had those. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever noticed them when he was alive and she’d taken his presence for granted, unlike the way she was drinking every detail in now, because this felt like a last chance.

Mortals weren’t supposed to dwell in the past.

Something warm dripped onto her cheek and she glanced up on instinct to see silent tears rolling slowly down her father’s face as he looked at the apparition he’d created. It was a comfort, to know that she wasn’t the only one affected by it.

Still, her eyes were drawn back to Michael, the ephemeral sight that wouldn’t last forever. His mouth was twisted into a slight smirk, confidence pouring off of him from his expression to his pose, and even though he looked small and young in a way Kayla knew he hadn’t when he’d still been alive and she’d been five years younger than him, rather than a year older, it felt right. Familiar. She was sure she’d seen that expression on that face many times before.

Apollo gave a shuddering breath, and raised his hand towards Michael again. His fingertips dipped into the illusion, and it rippled slightly. Kayla knew what was coming, and refused to look away as, slowly, Michael faded from sight again.

“It’s good to remember,” Apollo said hoarsely as her brother disappeared. Kayla wondered if she was supposed to feel worse, losing him again, but instead she thought it felt more like closure. “But don’t get trapped in the past. Keep looking forwards.” He squeezed her arm. “You’ve got a future ahead of you, and if he was still with us, Michael would be the first to tell you that you’ve got that Olympic gold in the bag next summer.”

Kayla remembered archery lessons with him, being pushed past anything Da had ever tried with her, because he’d known she could keep up, even back then. “He would,” she agreed. “I miss him, Dad. I know I only knew him for a few months, but… I miss him.”

“I know,” Apollo said. “So do I.” He reached out and picked up some of the other photos, of familiar and semi-familiar and unfamiliar faces. “I miss all of them.”

Kayla plucked another one from the floor – the one with the two blonds wrestling. Both of them had died in Manhattan, she was more certain of that, now. Siblings she’d known but not for long enough, although with her mind in reminiscing mode she found names finally climbing to the front of her memory. Nathan and Robyn. She didn’t think she’d ever seen one without the other.

Looking at them, with their semi-familiar faces, and the other photos still strewn around from her frantic hunt for pictures of Michael’s face, she found an idea forming in the back of her mind, and she barely let it finish before she spoke.

“Dad?”

He hummed, turning his head towards her.

“Help me put these up on the walls?” She gestured to the box. It wasn’t like it was doing anything except getting in her way under the desk, and photographs deserved to be looked at. Her siblings deserved to be remembered, not stashed away and forgotten.

He stared at her for a moment, clearly not expecting the request, before his whole body softened.

“I’d love to.”

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eneablack · 1 year

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when i first shifted to my fantasy dr (part 1)

i shifted to this dr in the past and i made a google doc about it because i wanted to send it to my friends but now that i have this account i can share the experience with y’all too :)

i recently shifted there again and wanted to share that too but i thought it would be better to post this one first as it explains more about my dr.

i’ll just copy and paste the document but it says that it’s too long so i have to split it into two posts.

so here we go.

OKAY SO I don't know where to start because I'm still freaking out okay. first of all, to shift, I simply set the intention to wake up in that specific reality (which I called “fantasy reality” because I didn't know what other name to give it) and went to sleep without doing anything else except visualising some parts of my dr house. the next morning i felt something on my face like someone was holding my face in their hands which scared me because i went to sleep alone and usually no one wakes me up but then i remembered it could be mom since we had something to do that morning. only that it wasn’t mom- opening my eyes I was hella shocked, I can't even explain what I felt after seeing that I had neteyam in front of me (yes, I added him to the script of this reality too), after all these months of pure agony (and I'm not kidding) I was finally in front of him and him in front of me. i immediately tried not to act weird but it was super hard so after he asked me if i was sick i told him i had a very weird nightmare and i still had to recover. the fact is that in this reality where I shifted he is not a blue alien but a "human" version (not so much human because he's an elf) and god, he was beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. at that point he seemed kind of worried about me because i was staring at him the whole time in silence trying to realize what had just happened so to avoid freaking him out more i told him i was so tired again and fuck, he laughed and then he fucking kissed me. to say that I exploded at that moment is an understatement, but let's overlook it. we got out of bed and started getting ready because, from what I understand, we had decided the night before that that morning we would go to my best friend's café (her name is auri and she is a fairy) and it was initially strange to realize that I had wings on my back (they are not so big anyway, that's why I didn't even feel them at first) and I immediately wondered how the fuck do I put a shirt on 🧍🏼but in the end I wore something all shredded. auri (one of my best friends) was so energetic, she never stopped talking but it didn't bother me. then my other friends yuri and will joined us (it’s will byers lol, i added him to the script after watching stranger things this summer). and will is a faun here 😭 he is truly a love, the sweetest and kindest person i know. I'm writing too much maybe I should cut it a bit, i’ll try to summarize from now. in the afternoon comes my favorite part: my work. in this reality I am half fairy half witch, which is a rare gene there (i scripted so because i wanted to be main character), in fact I am almost the only witch in the village apart from my mother and grandmother. so I went home to prepare a potion that someone had asked me for, they had to spray it on the garden that would make the crops grow well. meanwhile, while I was working on my table/altar, neteyam was working on a wonderful painting (that’s his job) which represented the image of the ocean at sunset with a ship in the centre. it was incredible, he was so talented. after i finished the potion i had another customer that day who ordered me a tarot reading so i went to her house (customers often come to my house but it is more usual for me to go to them). she was a young fairy and lived with her mother. as soon as I arrived they were both very kind and asked me if I wanted something to eat or drink before the reading, I said maybe later but they insisted so they made me sit down and gave me a slice of lemon cake (y’all it was so good) and some tea made by them.

(go to my next post for part 2 cause i can’t fit the entire text here for some reason)

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foxintheferns · 9 months

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WILD HEART - Chapter One Release!

a Twilight-Paul Lahote Fanfiction

***Short summary for my antsy gals: this bitch with childhood trauma, no real family and a passion for animals goes to live in the woods outside of La Push beach for her job, and guess who’s not happy she’s there because now they have to worry about this human who’s put herself smack in the middle of bloodsucker city, where they have an instinctual obligation to protect her. And guess who’s even more angry that he suddenly feels an undying and relentless, fiery need to be with her all the time? Angst, tension, passion, anger, love, jealousy, perhaps even some betrayal? This story’s got it all babes (yes, even the smut) - it’s just one of those slow burn, then-suddenly-everything-is-fuckin-crazy-and-the-angst-is-unreal fics, you know? stay tuned ;)

A/N: Finally starting my long-form Paul Lahote fic. Truly I am so JAZZED. I would love suggestions and comments as the story builds. Please enjoy the very first chapter! It’s a lot of character and setting development that’s much heavier than it will be in following chapters, so just bear with me 😫 I’ll be uploading pretty damn regularly, 2nd chapter will be up tonight!

CHAPTER ONE:

“All by yourself?”The grey haired, pinch-faced man tipped his face down to look at me incredulously from above his wire framed glasses, which drooped to the tip of his nose in response to the movement. His gravelly voice was muffled by the cloudy glass that separated his cubicle from the rest of the Forks Department of Motor Vehicles waiting room. The question was getting all too familiar to me, and it took more of my energy than it should to not roll my eyes at his curiosity, which was clearly laced with disapproval. I decided a soft smile, one that only I would know was almost painfully forced, seemed manageable.

“All by myself!” I responded curtly and with feigned enthusiasm. My eyes squinted as my cheeks were pushed up towards them by the effort of my smile. How many times did I have to have this conversation? Was it really that unheard of for a woman to live in the woods by herself? On second thought, maybe it was. But this was Washington! I expected my job title to be a bit more of the norm here. The man blinked at me, pursed his lips into a thin line, and shifted his sharp eyes back down to the work forms I had provided for him. He cleared his throat, tilting his head back again and holding the pages further from his face to peer down through the square lenses of his glasses at the top sheet. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his middle fingertip, bringing it back down to the papers and flicking to the next page. I sighed and shifted my weight onto my other hip, trying to not tap my fingers against the linoleum countertop in my impatience. Maybe I was taking his words personally, but I felt his distaste for my plans radiating out from his cubicle, washing over me in judgmental waves. It made me itch to get the hell out of there. I didn’t need any more resistance, having already gone through hell to leave my life in Maine behind for the next year and a half. He hummed a low grumble and proceeded to put the papers down on his desk, bringing his hands over his keyboard and beginning to type. He paused, then, peering up at me again. “Sullivan, Harley? Date of birth October nine-, no, erm,” He squinted down at the computer screen, “eighteenth, that is… of 1999?” His voice was more practiced and formal now, establishing that he had clearly decided to give up on the interrogation and go through the motions of providing me my updated license, one that would state my new residence in Washington. I nodded with an affirming smile, and he went back to typing. After a minute or two of clicking, tapping and sighing, the older man, whose name tag pinned to his blue button down read ‘Tom’, proceeded to stand up with a small groan from his chair. He slowly paced over to the large printer in the corner of the small carpeted room, clicking several buttons on the side of the massive contraption. Moments later, he pulled a shiny rectangular card from the tray of the machine, lifted it up to the light to eye it carefully, then lumbered back to the window where I waited.

“Well, Harley, you’re all set,” he announced, placing my new license along with my work forms down on the counter through the small window under the glass, “I wish you luck, on your… well, whatever it is you’re doing. Stay safe out there, kid.”

I nodded, shooting him a final grin.

“Thanks.” I grabbed the license and papers out from under the glass divider panel and turned on my heel, heading out through the small gathering of chairs lining the waiting room, and opened the glass door. The frigid air hit the skin of my face in a less than gentle breeze, causing my eyes and nose to scrunch against the sensation. My hair whipped behind me and I gritted my teeth. Welcome to Washington, I supposed. I walked swiftly over to my car, noting how dirty the side was. Scoffing to myself, I wondered if I’d ever again have a clean car in this rainy, muddy state, and then questioned myself as to why I cared so much. My white 1987 Ford Bronco wasn’t exactly the flashiest car around, and to my surprise it fit right in the with the extensive collection of old classic vehicles that called Forks, Washington home. I opened the squeaky door and quickly threw myself onto the driver’s seat, slamming the door closed behind me. I exhaled loudly once I finally sat down, leaning my head back against the headrest. My trip to the Forks DMV didn’t take nearly as long as I’d thought it would, and I knew that was probably due to the ridiculously low population that the town had to its name. However, it wasn’t the last thing on my to-do list for the day. I opened my wallet, placing my new license into the clear display window pocket, and tossed it across the seat next to me. I put the car into first gear and pulled out of the parking lot, eager to get myself situated in my new home. Groceries, gas, firewood, I repeated to myself out loud, knowing that if I didn’t make a list - even a mental one, my obligations would be doomed. Despite my repetition of my to-dos, I almost drove right past the tiny gas station that was settled in next to an old diner. After filling the Bronco up with gas and then buying firewood in the tiny convenience store, I looked up the nearest grocery store on my GPS, and found that Forks Outfitters wasn’t more than five minutes down the road. There was something very satisfying about being in such a small town. I proceeded to spend far too much time and money in the grocery store, not sure if I was over or underestimating the amount of food I would need, and having no idea what I would want to cook for myself for the next few weeks. My new house was quite a bit off the beaten path, and I knew I wouldn’t want to be making the trip to the grocery store in Forks too frequently once I was settled in. With a trunk full of grocery bags and firewood, I slammed the Bronco’s back door with a tired sigh, and walked over to the driver door, opening it with a loud creak. Gonna have to grease those hinges again, I thought to myself with a loud sigh.

“Miss?” I heard a deep voice from behind me. I spun around, one hand still holding my door open, and my eyes met a kind and gentle face. A middle aged man, who sat in a wheelchair and had long black hair that flowed from under a cowboy hat, met my gaze across the small parking lot, a slight smile on his lips. His chair was stopped in front of the automatic doors, off to the left of the entrance, and his eyes were on me. I smiled back timidly and then noticed his right arm was outstretched, his fingers pointing down at the ground leading to my car. I followed his finger and saw the sparkling blue of my debit card on the ground that I must have dropped on my way out to the parking lot.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks, and I glanced back up at the man.

“Oh, thank you!” I stammered and walked swiftly over to my card, laughing awkwardly and bending down to scoop it up. He nodded once, his smile reaching his eyes now, which then flickered to my car. He lifted his hand again, this time gesturing towards the Bronco. “Visiting from Maine?” He questioned, his voice curious and friendly. I glanced over to the rear of my car, which still had a Maine license plate bolted on. Tom from the DMV had let me know during my visit to come back in a week to pick up my new Washington plates.

“Oh, uh. No, actually…moving here!” I said as I looked back over to the man.

“Wow! Don’t see that often,” He grinned, then hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly, “Why exactly? Not that we’re not happy to have ya, there’s just not much here, hey?”

His demeanor was one of genuine interest, and his questions did not provoke me to feel alarmed, as they likely would have from any other strange man in a grocery store parking lot. I didn’t think it was just because of the wheelchair, although I kicked myself internally for making the mental note that he wouldn’t be able to catch me if I had to run away from him. Oh, the joys of being a woman traveling solo. I shrugged, still maintaining the smile on my face. “Have a job out here, actually. Wildlife biologist.” I saw his eyebrows raise slightly in response to my words. For whatever reason, telling this stranger of my plans didn’t feel as tedious as it had throughout the lengthy process of my settling into Washington, when the many questions of ‘why?’ and ‘but won’t you get scared, or lonely?’ had come up too many times to count.

“Impressive…lots of wildlife here, that’s for sure.” He seemed slightly fascinated, which was one of the two reactions I tended to receive. I wondered how he would react to the whole ‘living in a cabin the middle of the woods alone’ part of my plan. I decided it was probably smart to avoid letting the stranger know I’d be dwelling in the forest all by myself. I nodded, my smile unwavering.

“Yea, erm, I’ll be doing a good amount of data collection down at La Push, some of the species I’m focusing on are beach-goers,” I said with a slightly awkward laugh. His expression wavered infinitesimally, his eyes flickering with some expression entirely unreadable to me.

“Ah..,” He mumbled, glancing down to the ground briefly before looking back up to my face, “Well, let me know if you ever need some direction or help. I live down on the Quileute Reservation, La Push is on our land.” He paused again, then continued, “You can come by the main shop on the beach and ask for me, I’m nearby. Billy Black.” I took in the expression on his features once more, giving up at attempting to understand the man’s genuine kindness. It wasn’t often that strangers didn’t have some ulterior motive, but the man’s calm nature brought me a sense of safety and sureness. It almost felt fatherly, as if he knew I’d be out there by myself, despite my not mentioning it. “Thanks, Billy,” I responded, flashing a grin and holding my debit card up briefly as my expression of gratitude, “I’m Harley…it was nice to meet you! Glad I know somebody around here now.”

He nodded again, this time adding in a slight bow of his head that acted as a polite goodbye. I waved and walked back over to my car, starting the engine and getting my debit card situated back in my wallet. I put the car in reverse, and backed out of the parking spot, finally ready to make the drive to what would be my home for the next 18 months as I completed the work mission assigned to me by Washington state’s Wildlife Conservation Department. As I was preparing to pull out of the store’s lot, a glance in my rearview mirror showed a very tall, muscled, and longhaired young man exiting the store, hanging two grocery bags on the handles of Billy’s wheelchair and pushing it towards an old tan pickup truck in the lot. The boy looked around my age, and his features strongly resembled Billy’s. I quickly put together that they were likely father and son. I saw him glance towards my car as I waited at the stop light that swayed slightly in the wind above the small intersection, and quickly tore my eyes away from the mirror when his dark eyes seemed to find mine. I was grateful when the light turned green, and I took a deep breath as I pulled out of the parking lot, starting down the road towards my future.

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After the 20 minute drive from the town of Forks to La Push, I pulled out the map that my new boss had emailed to me before my trip, pointing out the minimally marked trailhead towards my new home. I would be staying in the observational shelter that was provided by the state of Washington for whatever brave soul decided that conservation work was more important than their social life. I chuckled lightly to myself as I scanned the tree-line along the road, trying to match the trailhead on the map to any visual marker around me. The sun was just starting to come down, and I worried that I wouldn’t make it to the house in time. Then, I saw the small wooden sign, next to a long chain that was strewn between two short posts, that read ‘National Park - Protected Land, Do Not Cross. Washington State Dept of Fish & Wildlife appointed entrance ONLY’

Well, I thought, there’s my new driveway I suppose. My boss had provided me with the key for the chained entrance when I had arrived two days ago in Port Angeles and checked in for the start of my 18 month shift with the National Park center. I put the car in park and got out, key in hand, feeling giddy as I used the key to unlock the heavy rusted padlock. With effort, the heavy chain fell and I pulled it to the side. I got back in the Bronco and pulled it through the entrance, getting out again after I was through to re-lock the chain. I drove for about 5 minutes, my car struggling in only a few places that had an excess of mud, down the dirt path. The path eventually came to an end, where it widened out to a space about the size of three cars. I had been told that this is what it would look like, and felt pride in myself for not screwing any of the directions up yet. I parked the car at the end of the makeshift road, turning off the engine. I peered around me at the massive forest, ferns and moss lining the floor, and massive trees reaching up towards the sky. My eyes found the smaller, narrower footpath that I had been told would lead to my house. Another duplicate chain and sign hung between two trees at the front of this smaller trail, and I took out my next key. Next was the fun part. I pulled my massive hiking pack out from my backseat, unsure if grabbing the groceries as well was a good idea on my first initial hike to the house. I decided against it after feeling the forty pound pack on my shoulders. I began my trek down the path, taking in the greenery around me. I breathed in the cold air, smelling salty sea air mixed in with a fresh and endless scent of dirt and spruce trees. The hike was relatively easy, my excitement and interest in seeing my home for the first time pulling my body along. After a ten minute trek, I saw the outline of a structure begin to take shape in my vision, and almost squealed with anticipation. A few more yards in, and I could see the brown wooden house, an A frame cabin with a chimney that poked from its slanting roof. It had a small porch that wrapped around its perimeter, and a large sign next to it that once again clarified its State-regulated use. I was thankful for the minimal steps up to the porch as I approached the front door, and threw my heavy pack down onto the wooden platform of the porch. I dug into the pocket of my sweats and pulled out my car keys, which had the red key to the house dangling from the round keychain. I gripped the key in my hand, breathing intentionally to calm myself down, and stuffed the key into the lock, turning it until the door allowed me to push it inward. The door creaked just like the Bronco’s, and I smiled as it slowly revealed the interior of the structure. Well, that’s pretty much exactly what you expected, I reminded myself as I took in the small home. The front door opened to a tiny living room on the left that flowed directly into the minimal kitchen on the other side. Between the two sides, a small hallway flowed to the other end of the house, which was only about another 20 feet. I wandered down the hallway slowly, rubbing my hands back and forth on my arms as the icy air that filled the cabin chilled me to my bones. My boss had advised me that they’d left the faucets dripping to prevent the pipes from freezing over completely, and I breathed a sigh of relief to see the kitchen sink leaking ever so slightly. The next room to the right, behind the kitchen, was a small bathroom, and on the left behind the living room was a tiny bedroom with a queen bed. The room had a dresser leaning against one wall and a window that looked out to the forest. I noticed the stack of blankets on the floor that leaned against the bedside table, and knew I’d probably be grateful for those later.

I spent the next hour bringing my groceries, firewood, and supplies from the car to the house. I was told I was allowed to chop felled wood for the wood burning stove in the house, but had known that I wouldn’t have the energy after the long day of traveling and settling in. I was grateful I’d made the decision to buy the firewood, and got the fire started quickly after emptying my car. The small size of the house helped greatly in filling it rapidly with the heat from the stove. I was quick to close the blinds of all the windows, already feeling the reality of my solo isolation settling into my psyche. I locked the door, ensuring to lock in the deadbolt as well, and grabbed my bear spray from my pack, hanging it from one of the coat hooks along the wall by the door. I sighed and got started on dinner, playing music from my phone and swaying around the kitchen as I cooked.

Within a few hours, darkness had fallen on the house, and I was full of Mac and cheese, watching downloaded Netflix episodes on my laptop, strewn across the couch next to the fire. I felt gentle sleep begin to take hold of me, its warm arms wrapping around my body and urging me to close my eyes. I thought I could recall a rustling noise outside the house as sleep pulled me, but it wasn’t enough above the tapping and creaking wind for my brain to register the sound. And with that, I slipped under the immensely heavy blanket of rest, the odd image of a large grey wolf standing among tall pines, and then of Billy Black’s inquisitive expression as he stared at me in the parking lot of Forks grocery store being the last images my brain displayed on the backs of my lids before I was pulled under completely.

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A/N: okay, so Harley is literally in the middle of nowhere, yikes, is it crazy to say this is my dream job? Well, maybe if I had a Paul Lahote who was out in those woods somewhere… cough. If you made it to the end of this chapter, you are a warrior. Development for such a niche plot like this is kinda exhausting but really fun! If you’re a romance girlie, I PROMISE this fic is for you. I swear on my LIFE. Just hold on and have faith 😭

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wasteland, baby! ; morpheus.

track fourteen of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; morpheus x bast!reader (gender neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; morpheus followed you as if he were your shadow—silent, yet ever so loyal.

words ; 6.3k

themes ; angst, fluff, egyptian mythology, bast au

warnings / includes ; reader is based on the egyptian goddess bastet, starts before the events of the show but ends right at the beginning, heavy angst, death of an unborn baby (not reader's), blood/injury/pregnancy (again, not reader), allusions to sex, mentions of the other sandman characters, mentions of other egyptian gods, khonshu is your half-brother, dream is the epitome of (-_-), they love each other lots <3 perhaps i'll write a part two to this !!

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She was dying.

There was raw terror within her eyes—uncertain of what was happening to her. She was young—far too young to die, but it seemed that Destiny had other plans for her beyond life.

With gentle movements, you shifted into view, greeting her with a soft beam and kind eyes.

“Do not be afraid. I’ll protect you,” you whispered in their plucking human language. One of your hands extended towards hers, slick with her own blood. “It’s time, darling.”

The faded blue of her eyes warbled. A hot tear meandered down her grimy cheek.

“Can I say goodbye? I… my children…” The words caught in her throat upon seeing your apologetic expression. With a resolute nod, she took your hand, and you helped her spirit onto her feet.

Once she was up, she glanced at her physical body on the ground. “Can you keep my children away from the body? I don’t… I don’t want them to see me like that.”

A protest was on the tip of your tongue, but upon seeing her pleading expression, you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no. Your expression faltered, softening. “I’ll do what I can,” you reassured her, offering a small smile.

And as you guided the petrified woman’s spirit across the threshold between the realm of the living and the Sunless Lands, you let go of her hand, and she began walking into the next part of her journey. You observed for a minute longer, brow creased with worry. That had always been a weakness of yours—you cared too much for the mortals and often found yourself attached. Though, perhaps, affection was not a weakness, but a defining trait of who you were. It was what made you their protector, after all.

The feeling of an unfamiliar presence appearing beside you jarred you out of your thoughts. You turned to see one of Death’s siblings staring straight at you, eyes boring into your very soul.

“What are you doing?” he asked, rather bluntly. His voice was deep and honeyed, soaked in sea water and nestled within the richest of soils. You found yourself blanching at his sudden question, unsure if you’d done something to offend him. He certainly looked offended. Or perhaps that was just the way he always was. “This is Death’s job,” said Dream.

After a considerably long pause, you tilted your head at him. “Death is busy at the moment. I am merely helping her guide souls into the afterlife. I’m a God to them—a protector—the humans, they call me Bast. But my friends call me Y/N.”

Morpheus’ expression remained ever unchanging. He dipped his head, suddenly all the closer to you. You blinked at him with wide eyes—eyes that Morpheus refused to meet. Stoic, he spoke once more, “Do you know where my older sister is?”

“She’s dealing with affairs in Hell. Lucifer has stirred up quite a bit of trouble, I’ve heard,” you told him, pursing your lips at the thought of the devil wreaking havoc in the underworld. “What do you need her for? Perhaps I could help—?”

With naught a sound, Dream brandished a pouch from his dark, draping coat, and disappeared in a flurry of sand and dust. You stepped away with a grimace, waving the particulates away from your face.

“Rude,” you huffed as you brushed sand off your shoulder.

She was hurt.

There was a long, jagged gash splitting her shin open. A pool of dark ichor formed around her leg and soaked into the hardened earth. You stood over her, your chest constricting.

She couldn’t see you, but you knelt down beside her anyways, murmuring a protective incantation, gently running your fingers over her wound. A soft golden glow appeared over the cut, before slowly disappearing. The injury wasn’t completely healed, but you’d made sure it wouldn’t get infected by warding away any diseases and bacteria.

The woman wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and found a cloth to bind the gash shut.

You tilted your head, smiling down at her, before stepping away.

This time, the presence of the Dream Lord wasn’t as much of a shock to you, but still a surprise nonetheless.

“Dream,” you greeted, eyes brightening when you turned to see him. He looked just the same, though not nearly as sour as last time. “What brings you here?”

“The girl you were helping,” he said, slow and cautious, “she’s been dreaming of you.”

Warmth seeped through your form at his words. A grin etched itself beautifully across your lips. “I’ve been watching over her since she was a young child. Her name is Nubia—gold in their language. She saved a family of kittens from drowning in a river when she was merely nine years of age. And me being a God of cats and all—she’s earned herself a special place in my heart. I don’t often show myself to mortals, but I have with her, on occasion.”

Morpheus regarded you with a shielded expression, but it was evident that he was curious in you and your endeavors.

“What do I do in her dreams?” you asked, stepping closer to him. Morpheus seemed unbothered by this, slowly tilting his head to sweep his gaze anywhere but you.

Perhaps it was a trick of the hot Egyptian sunlight, but you could’ve sworn the beginnings of a smile traced over the corner of Morpheus’ mouth. “You do the very same in her dreams as you do in the living world. You help people. You are kind to them.”

Stunned, you let your eyes travel back to the sweet girl you’ve grown so fond of, who was rinsing the blood away from her leg.

“Why?” asked the Dream Lord. It was a tentative question, so simple yet would never have a clear answer.

You glanced back to him, finding his piercing blue irises fixed on you, hardened and stormy as the sea.

“Why what?” you replied, knowing full and well what he was asking, but wanting to goad him on. You rather enjoyed speaking to him. He was a mystery to you—and you loved mysteries.

Dream was silent for a long moment. It had you briefly wondering if he’d just chosen to completely ignore your retaliating question.

Finally, he asked his in return, voice thick and viscous, as if his throat were laced with honey. “Why do you show the mortals such kindness?”

“Because I love them,” you told him simply, an elegant smile gracing your features. “They are beautiful beings, and I wish them nothing but happiness and peace. It brings me joy to be their protector.”

Morpheus didn’t seem too satisfied with your answer, as if he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what you said. How could one as eternal and powerful as you love such simple and fleeting life? Despite his evident turmoil, he remained silent.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you said, brushing past him with a hand on his shoulder. Morpheus stiffened beneath your touch, and you were quick to draw yourself away from him, not wanting to anger one of the Endless. Desire had once gotten angry with you centuries ago, and that hadn’t gone down well. The last thing you wanted was a repeat of such events. “I have other duties to attend to. I hope to see you again, Dream.”

Morpheus dipped his head in farewell. From your peripheral vision, you saw him disappear in another whirl of sand. You shook your head in amusement, before heading off to help another precious soul in need.

She was heartbroken.

There were scalding tears dripping down her sunken cheeks, following the curve of her jaw, and falling from her chin onto her blanket. Sobs wracked her skeletal form, and there was a pallid color to her skin, as if completely drained of energy. You watched from beside her bed, feeling thorns crowd about your heart at the sight. You sensed great despair rolling off of her in large tidal waves, nearly overwhelming you into the same feeling.

Morpheus was there, you knew, but you had yet to speak to him. He’d been following you for a while, silent as the night, merely watching as you went about your day helping women, children, and people alike. It seemed that he’d taken a keen interest in you and your duties as a protector of the mortals.

“This is the doing of a man,” you said to him without turning around, anger clouding your expression. “She professed her love to him and he did nothing but scoff. He scoffed at her, Dream. I mean, look at her—she’s beautiful and she’s kind and she’s so very intelligent. Men certainly are the bane of my existence.”

When you finally turned your head, you were surprised to see Morpheus right beside you, not having registered him stepping closer.

He had his eyes trained on the weeping woman. “She is tired,” he observed calmly.

A soft sigh fell from your lips. “She hasn’t slept a wink in three days. The poor thing has been doing nothing but lament over this buffoon of a man. I’ve tried consoling her in many ways, but her grief is strong. She loved him very much—though I can’t quite understand why.”

“Perhaps,” said Morpheus, pulling out a pouch that you were now well acquainted with, “all she needs is a bit of rest. Three days is far too long for a mortal to go without slumber.”

With that, he blew a fistful of sand into the crying woman’s face, and her raucous sobs began to subside, and eventually slowed down to deep, rhythmic breathing.

You looked to the Dream Lord, a grateful smile to your eyes. “Thank you.” As ever, he stared ahead and nodded, avoiding looking at you.

With fleeting, soft touches, you gently shifted the woman so she wasn’t curled in an awkward position and wouldn’t wake up with aches all over. You laid her back against the bed’s springy mattress and adjusted her head onto the feather pillow. The pads of your thumbs gently wiped her tears away, and you murmured a quiet protective enchantment to keep her safe through the night.

“Come along now,” you told Morpheus, getting up and striding out the door.

He looked at you, finally, mild confusion painting over his features.

“You’ve been following me all day,” you said, a laugh caught in the back of your throat. “I have much to show you.”

There was a twitch to his jaw, as if he wanted to say something. But still, he remained mute, before striding forward to join you by your side.

She was sick.

There was an unusual murmur to her heart, disrupting an otherwise perfect beat. It broke your own to realize that Death would be coming to visit her soon. You could only hope that the journey to the Sunless Lands would be kind to her.

With little else you could do for the beautiful, sickly girl, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, brushing a stray, wiry curl of hair away from her face, softened with sleep. Your kiss made her stop twitching and sweating so badly, and you were glad you could lessen her suffering in some way, even if it was minute.

You weren’t at all shocked to see Morpheus behind you when you turned, and you crossed your arms with a teasing grin. It’d been several decades—nearly a century—of constant visits from him, and you weren’t ashamed to say that you’d grown very fond of him.

“Why, if it isn’t Dream of the Endless,” you greeted, taking a step closer to him, so that he was forced to look at you, and no longer avoid eye contact. The blue of his irises seemed even sharper up close. “Is there something you need this time, or are you here to follow me again?”

There was a crack to his stoic facade, a small smile whittling into his expression. A thrill spidered up your spine.

“I’m intrigued by you,” he finally professed, albeit still guarded and wary, even after all this time.

Much to his surprise, you reacted fairly lightly to his statement, throwing your head back as peals of laughter fell from your lips, the corners of your eyes crinkling with mirth. “Dream of the Endless, intrigued in me? It’s truly an honor,” you said, slightly breathless. Morpheus carefully watched the way you beamed so wide it was a wonder your face didn’t split into two.

Dream hesitated for a moment before saying his next words. “Come with me.”

You faltered for a moment. “What? Where?”

“The Dreaming,” he said simply, as if it were obvious.

You blinked at him owlishly. “Your kingdom?”

“Yes,” he said, already drawing out his pouch of sand. “I’ve seen what you do on Earth. Now I want you to see what I do in my realm.”

“They’re beautiful,” you said, watching in awe as Morpheus fashioned dreams and nightmares out of thin air, brow creased ever so slightly in concentration. Bits of earth and bone and something far more ethereal floated around him as he assembled the pieces—creating an entirely new being.

Dipping his head graciously, Morpheus stepped away from his craft, still in progress.

“Come,” he said, without a glance to you. “I shall finish this later. I have much else to show you.”

He took you to see the House of Mystery, also known as Cain’s home. There was a sweet gargoyle there—Gregory, his name was, and he seemed rather fond of you, constantly nipping at your ankles and grunting in delight when you tossed a ball over for him to catch. Morpheus watched from afar, with only but a shadow of a fond smile gracing his face. He took you to the House of Secrets as well, and introduced you to Abel, who was ever so kind and refused to allow you to leave without drinking a fruity, nectarous tea first.

The two of you strolled through the Dreaming for a while after that, discussing everything and anything that came to mind. More accurately, you’d be the one animatedly telling stories and Dream would listen with a fond glint to his gaze. Dreams and nightmares alike stared at the two of you, partially because they’d rarely ever seen their King out and about, much less with somebody, and also because they were merely curious to know who you were.

After, he brought you to the library and introduced you to Lucienne and Mervyn—the former a spectacled librarian and the latter a pumpkin-headed janitor with a cigar wedged within his mouth, who both seemed pleasantly surprised to see Morpheus bring in a guest.

“There will be a celebration in the Dreaming tonight,” said Dream, quiet and contemplative. Then, he looked at you, and this time, you were sure it wasn’t a trick of light—he smiled at you. It was small and fleeting, but you’d caught it nonetheless. “Seeing as Y/N is a God of celebration, joy, fire, and music—have all those ready for our guest, Mervyn.”

“Yessir,” the pumpkin coughed out a plume of smoke, before saluting with two gloved fingers, and strode away with his hands shoved into his overalls.

Once Mervyn left in a hurry, you turned to Morpheus, eyes wide. “Dream, really, you don’t have to throw a party or anything for me, you’ve been more than kind enough—”

“I am merely repaying you for all you’ve done for mankind,” said the Endless, which made you step back just a bit in shock. “I must deal with some private matters—feel free to stay as long as you want—you are now a welcome guest in the Dreaming.”

“I… okay, thanks, Dream,” you said, trying your hardest to contain your excitement.

He nodded, before turning on his heel and marching out of the library.

Shelving the books in her arms, Lucienne interrupted the silence with, “There hasn’t been a celebration in the Dreaming in centuries.”

You blinked. “Really?”

“None at all. In fact, this is the happiest I’ve seen him in quite a long time. You’ve really done a number on him,” said the librarian, regarding you with a curious look.

“This is him happy?” you gasped, feeling bad for laughing slightly. “I wouldn’t want to see him angry, then.”

Lucienne scoffed at the thought. “Oh, I doubt it. He’s taken quite a liking to you.”

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to reply with a coherent response, but found your tongue void of one. Morpheus liked you? All this time, you were only assuming that he was just tolerating you—interested, perhaps, at the very most.

“Well, I’ll see you at the party, then,” said Lucienne, finding your stunned expression mildly amusing. She sent you a kind smile. “Let me know if you need assistance with anything.”

Not even three hours later, the castle was brilliantly lit with floating candles and dewy bubbles that emitted hazy, multi-hued light. There was upbeat music echoing throughout the expansive chambers, a rich accompaniment of wind instruments and chiming bells and thrumming beats of drums—though none of said instruments were anywhere to be found. Along with that, there was a large variety of snacks and nibbles arranged on a long, intricately designed table, including dates, cheese, and buttery pastries that practically melted in your mouth. Golden chalices overflowing with wines and honeyed ales alike were passed around like a contagious flu. The castle was packed, dreams and nightmares and gods (yes, even some that you recognized—Dionysus drunkenly greeted you with a hug and a slap to the back) were milling here and there chattering excitedly. From what you gathered whilst mingling with everybody else at the party, the entire ordeal was huge—evidently, Morpheus wasn’t quite the partying type. It came as a shock to everybody when they received prompt invitations to the castle.

Speaking of which, you hadn’t seen him at all since the celebration commenced. Which was strange, considering he was the one that set it all up in the first place.

“My, my, my, aren’t you a beauty? Have we not crossed paths just hours before, Lord Bastet?” a nightmare purred into your ear, roping you out of your thoughts. His name was Corinthian, one of the many that Morpheus had introduced to you on your little tour through his realm. You turned around, a flirtatious grin to your lips, hooded eyes flickering over to meet a pair of black shades. You were well aware that Morpheus would most definitely not be pleased with you seducing one of his nightmares, but he wasn’t even here at his own party, so you didn’t quite see a problem. “No wonder the Dream Lord’s gone full out—he’s aiming to win somebody over, ain’t he?”

A hum fell from you, and you stepped forward, cocking your head. “Do you always speak in questions, my sweet Nightmare?”

“Only works if you answer them, doesn't it?” he retorted, a handsome grin to his features. Corinthian was well aware that you were flirting around with him and had no issues with reciprocating the energy, but he also knew that it was all fun and games—nothing serious. Besides, he wasn’t particularly keen on getting in between whatever it is that Morpheus and you had going on.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed, “Speaking of—do you know where he is? Don’t get me wrong, he’s thrown a splendid celebration—and this is coming from the God of celebrations—but I do have to admit that it puts a damper on the mood if the host himself doesn’t make an appearance.”

A laugh rolled off of Corinthian’s tongue. “Why don’t you turn around, darlin’?”

When you did, you were met with the sight of the Dream King, draped in his long coat, hair as scraggly as ever. He was watching the two of you with a sharp gaze, jaw squared. Though he let little slip past his guarded features, you were beginning to read him very well. He wasn’t angry, no—in fact, he was amused, but was furiously trying to hide it. “I’m pleased my presence matters so much to you, Y/N.”

You bit down on your lip to stave away your growing grin. “You’re late to the party.”

“I wanted to allow you space to enjoy it,” he graciously said. “The rest of my subjects would hardly speak to you freely if I was glued by your side.”

“True,” you admitted. “Though, I wouldn’t really mind being stuck to you.”

Morpheus offered no reaction to your words, save for a glimmer of mirth behind the blue of his honed irises.

“Were you waiting for me?” he asked quietly, barely audible over the raucous upswing of the celebration.

Feeling bold tonight, you could only sidle closer to him, the cold golden jewelry of your party attire brushing against the very front lapels of his dark coat. Morpheus’ gaze flitted downward, soaking you in your entirety, before returning back to your face just as quickly. “You threw a party in my name and disappeared without a trace! Of course I was waiting for you, Dream.”

For a moment, Dream had the gall to appear mildly apologetic. He didn’t seem to mind that you were much closer now, watching the way your searching eyes reflected the fires of the floating candles, like burning stars within the vast galaxy. “I am sorry for keeping you waiting, then.”

“Nothing a couple drinks can’t remedy,” you assured him, about to reach out to grasp his hand and pull him to a table of self-refilling refreshments, before hesitating and pulling your hand back.

Whistling loudly, Corinthian suddenly pulled both of your attentions away from each other. If you had to be completely honest, you’d nearly forgotten that he was there. In fact, you’d nearly forgotten there were hundreds of other beings in the room. He was grinning wolfishly, hands propped on his hips. “Well, aren’t you two a swell pair of lovebirds? It was lovely meeting you, eh, Bast? Take care of dear old Dream, will you?”

You waved him away with a grin before he sauntered off into the crowd, disappearing amongst a throng of boisterous dreams.

The party had waned away to a couple of drunken gods (which took about a pond’s worth of fluid to get them to such a state) stumbling about in the halls, and a few straggling nightmares still trying to squeeze out the last remnants of the party. Everybody else had gone back to their respective homes or realms, exhausted and in need of a long rest.

Much to your delight, Morpheus hadn’t left your side once the entire night. He stuck by you as if he were your shadow—silent, yet ever so loyal. However, you found that he’d been right—nearly all of his subjects that had initially been so friendly to you were now intimidated by their creator stonily staring them down. It was worth it, though. You liked Morpheus’ company, even if it was mostly silent and warded people away. Lucienne, however, practically immune to Morpheus’ temperament, spoke to you for a lengthy amount of time about the most interesting books she’s come across in her library, and you made her promise to lend copies to you whenever you returned for your next visit. Morpheus seemed to just barely smile when you mentioned that you were keen on returning to his realm.

You’ve spent far too much time away from the living realm, and you wanted to return back to your duties, you really did—but you were finding it hard to say goodbye to Dream. Especially when he was watching you with such attractive, hooded eyes.

Had his eyes been like that the entire time, or was he just looking at you like that now that the two of you were alone, in front of his bedroom? How in the world did you get up here without realizing?

“What is it like? To have your subjects love you?” asked Morpheus, nearly startling you out of your dazed reverie.

The question was an unexpected one, but you were quick to respond nonetheless. “It is perhaps the best part of serving them. I do not exist without them. I am nothing without them—and for that, I am grateful.”

Morpheus dipped his head, as if in thought.

“The humans have named you a God of many things, because they love you so,” he said. “Is it not tiring to juggle so many conflicting duties at once?”

“It’s not tiring at all. I like a bit of variety in my work. And I love them just as much for it, if not more—after all, I am a God of infatuation,” you replied, lips slanting up at him.

Something changed within his scrutiny. It was minute, but you still noticed it. His jaw relaxed just a bit, and he angled his face to better look at you. Suddenly, your first few meetings where he had completely refused to meet your gaze whatsoever felt so very long ago. Not at all subtly, Morpheus’ stormy eyes glossed down to your lips, which were just slightly parted with want.

Your breath hitched within your throat.

Emboldened, you spoke again, voice an octave lower. “I am also a God of pleasure.” Ever so slowly, you reached out to graze your hand over his. His eyes remained on you, unblinking. When he didn’t jerk away, you threaded your warm fingers through his frigid ones. “Perhaps I can show you?”

There was a stormy grumble to Morpheus’ chest when his arm darted out to snake over your waist, pulling you close. He swallowed your pleased gasp when he sealed his lips over yours, noses bumping against one another amidst your vigor. Finally, finally, your hands reached up to bury within his unruly dark hair, sighing into him. There was a furiously desperate nature behind his touches, and you were nothing if not a match to his intensity. When you softly bit down on the bottom of his lip, a dangerous color melded over his features, and he made a suppressed noise of torment in the back of his throat, before kissing you again—harder this time. You most certainly didn’t mind.

In tandem, you stepped back into his bedroom, and he kicked the door shut behind him. It closed so loudly, the very walls rattled—no doubt the entire castle had heard it. Neither of you seemed to care.

She was screaming.

There was a long litany of crying pleas falling from her lips, hair plastered to her quickly paling skin with sweat. Tears rolled down her plump cheeks as she cradled her swollen stomach, where her unborn child was slowly dying within her.

She was losing her baby.

You were standing beside her, casting as many protective healing enchantments as fast as you possibly could, breathing labored. The very beginnings of panic seized your heart when none of it was enough. You weren’t enough.

“PLEASE!” she screamed her voice raw to any God that would listen to her. “PLEASE, HELP ME! I BEG YOU! I BEG YOU, PLEASE! I can’t lose them, I can’t lose my baby!”

“I’m trying,” you croaked, strained, even though she couldn’t hear or see you. You were trying—but it was too late.

Death appeared in front of the bed, serenely calm, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You only shrugged her off, hurriedly casting more enchantments, more incantations, more protective shielding. You were a God of fertility, a protector of women and children—how could you let this happen?

“Y/N,” your old friend said, not unkindly.

You ignored her.

“Y/N,” she repeated, a touch firmer. “You cannot bring back the dead.”

Another enchantment. Another incantation. Another spell. A scalding tear fell down your cheek. Your hands began to shake.

The child was still dead. The mother’s wails echoed shrill in your head.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccupped, your vision obscured with unshed tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

You didn’t even register when Dream gently pulled you away from the woman, so his sister had some space to properly do her job. Because you had failed at yours.

A sob thundered through you, shaking you to your very core. “I’m sorry,” you cried, turning away from the body. This wasn’t the first time you’d gone through this, but it only seemed to get more and more painful each time.

Morpheus, grim-faced and solemn, brought you closer to him with soft touches, guiding your head to rest into the crook of his neck. You cried against his skin, fistfuls of his coat gathered tightly within your palms. He murmured a short sentence of comfort into your ear, but you didn’t quite catch what he was saying, ears filled with static.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated over and over again. Morpheus tenderly stroked the back of your head, falling silent, and tugged you all the closer to him.

She was asleep.

A man laid naked beside her, his arm thrown loosely over her waist as he snored so loud it was a wonder she didn’t jolt awake.

With a beguiling smile, you looked over your shoulder to Morpheus expectantly. A miniscule glimmer of amusement warbled within his eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, the slumbering man’s arm fell away from the woman, and he turned over with a grumble, falling deeper into a dreamful sleep.

“Thank you,” you told him, affectionately grazing the tip of your nose to his cheek. “You should come along with me more often—it’s fun having an assistant to help me with my duties.”

“I’m only but a call away, my love,” replied the Endless, an unmistakably doting edge to his words.

Your grin grew double its size. Morpheus slowly gestured to the sleeping couple with his head, reminding you of your duties.

“They’ve been trying to conceive for months,” you told him, waving your hand over the woman’s belly. A soft aureate glow touched the ends of your fingers, and fell to her in periodic droplets. “Today’s their lucky day.”

With a final protective casting, you stepped back, satisfied.

“She won’t know she’s pregnant until two or three weeks’ time,” you said, making your way back to him across the room. “I’ll be back by then to make sure she’s doing alright—will you come with me, Morpheus?”

The Endless regarded you with a soft, fond gaze, one that was reserved for you, and only you. He gathered your hands within his.

You arched a brow when he didn’t answer your question. “Morpheus—?”

“Marry me,” he cut you off quietly, voice saturated with feather-silken endearment.

There was a beat of shocked silence, and you had to pause for another two to make sure that he wasn’t jesting with you. Then again, Morpheus was never the kind to jest in the first place.

Then, your expression cracked into one of joy, positively radiant. The moonlight streaming through the window cast mellow shadows over the slopes of your features, shifting as you smiled ever so brilliantly.

“On one condition,” you murmured, drawing yourself closer to him and dragging a glowing finger down his jaw.

“Anything, my love,” whispered Morpheus, his lips but a hair’s breadth from yours.

“You must know that my duties to the mortals will always come first and foremost.”

The Endless dipped his head in understanding. “Every passing moment with you is only something to be all the more grateful for.”

“You certainly have a way with words, don’t you?” you whispered, amused. Morpheus stole your smile away with a kiss, indulgent in nature and devastatingly gentle.

Khonshu thought you were a fool. A mindless, bumbling fool.

“You married Dream of the Endless?” your half-brother harrumphed. “What of your courtship with Ptah? He is in love with you, sibling-mine.”

At the mention of your previous lover, you bristled, glaring witheringly at his bird-skulled form. “That was centuries ago, Khonshu. Perhaps if you’d bothered to keep in touch, you would know that. Besides, Ptah is madly in love with Sekhmet, and she with him. I have no interest in rekindling whatever it is we had in the past. I love Morpheus, and that is that. Now I’m very much glad you didn’t bother showing up to our wedding.”

“There was a wedding?” he snarked, which made you square your jaw.

The two of you had always had a love-hate relationship, as most siblings often did.

“Even Anubis showed up,” you retorted, mind wandering back to your first love from long ago, and the awkward introduction between him and your husband. “Though, Morpheus wasn’t particularly happy about that.”

“Anubis has always been a sniveling, groveling simpleton,” your brother snidely remarked. “I am ever so busy, as you can see—I have no time for frivolous events such as weddings.”

Knowing it was pointless arguing with him, you simply blew out a sigh, and watched as he carefully shifted the moon into appearance amongst the stars of the night sky.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sharp, searing pain tore through your chest, and you let out a choked groan, falling to your knees at the sudden sensation. Khonshu’s large head rounded to look at you, a litany of sharp, berating words on the tip of his tongue, but he held them back upon seeing you on the ground.

“Y/N?” he asked, deep voice bellowing.

It felt as if a dozen knives were plunged within you, twisting, twisting, twisting—

Morpheus.

You didn’t know what was going on, but something was happening to him. You could feel it. He was in danger. Panicked, you called for him in your thoughts, and received no response. With a trembling voice, you called for him out loud.

Nothing.

Khonshu was beside you by then, helping you up, asking you about a dozen impatient questions at once, but you had no time to answer any of them.

“I have to go,” you told him, before stepping away, determined to get back to the Dreaming to find your husband.

“Lucienne!” you called, running into the library after scouring the castle, finding it completely empty. The librarian looked up from her book, a smile on her face upon seeing you. It was quick to melt away when she noticed your terrified expression. “Where’s Morpheus? Where is he?”

She looked taken aback by your frantic nature, before she calmly replied, “I’m not quite sure, he was here recently—I thought he was with you?”

“So he’s not here?” you asked, breath hitching. “Oh, no. No, no, no. Lucienne, I have to find him. I’m afraid something’s happened to my husband!”

Concerned, she tilted her head. “What makes you think so?”

“I just—I felt this searing pain within me, and for a moment I could feel him, like I… I could feel his pain, as if it were mine—I felt his anguish. And then it was just gone.”

“Alright, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, I’m certain he’s perfectly fine,” Lucienne placated, a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We can wait until nightfall—Morpheus is sure to return from wherever he is by then.”

He didn’t return.

Not at nightfall.

Not the next day. Nor the next week, nor the month after that.

Not for years, not for decades.

The living realm was in shambles without him. Some went for days without sleep, collapsing only out of pure exhaustion, and others slept in a comatose state for weeks on end.

Dreams and nightmares looked to you for guidance at first—but you weren’t equipped to rule an entire realm on your own, much less one that wasn’t yours to begin with.

And not long after Dream’s disappearance, they began to leave the Dreaming, in search of something else.

The kingdom was crumbling apart, and you tried your best to keep it together at first, you really did. But with so much of your time devoted to the living realm, you began to weaken, and you couldn’t uphold both strenuous duties at once. With time, the Dreaming began decaying and breaking down, until all that was left was ash and rubble.

Lucienne was one of the only ones that stayed in the broken realm, and it shattered your heart to see her so dejected, living amongst the ruins that she once called a home.

And what made it all worse was that you missed him. You missed your husband. His comforting presence, his smooth, melodic voice, his muted kindness, despite his cold exterior. You missed him, terribly so, and to see his world crumbling away filled the cracks within your chest with a thick, tar-like despair.

During your time in the living realm, when you weren’t helping out the frantic mortals, you spent your time scouring city to city, country to country, tribe to tribe—and nowhere was Morpheus to be found. You’d even gotten so desperate to ask your brother, Khonshu, to help, and he’d reluctantly agreed, using his poor sleep-deprived avatars to help search for him. Perhaps you didn’t search hard enough.

Or perhaps… perhaps he was simply gone.

No. No, it just couldn’t be.

Morpheus wouldn’t up and disappear like that—he loved his subjects, his dreams, his nightmares, all of them—and he loved you, more than anything else.

He wouldn’t do this to you on purpose, you knew that. He was somewhere out there, in the vast cosmos.

And he needed your help.

“I’ll find you, my dearest Dream,” you whispered, still trying ever so desperately to reach him through thought. “Wherever you are… wherever you’ve gone…”

I’ll find you.

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hello all i have been attempting to shift to house of the dragon and wanted to talk abt it 😜😜

-first point of my ted talk: me 😜 : My name in this dr is Zera (i don’t have a last name but will be a future targaryen 😍😍) I’m going to be raised by a group of dragons who can communicate with me. If anyone has read fourth wing it’s kinda gonna be like their dragon bonds and stuff, and my dragon which is like my mentor and like the king of the dragons they call him the zeir but that’s also his name. He’s bigger than vhagar but him and vhagar had a relationship so that’s complicated. basically i’ve been learning about the targaryens my entire life, bc Zeir’s mind is connected to mine and he can speak to all of the other dragons. He basically tells me what to do when I meet rhaenrya and all of them bc let’s be frl idk how politics and stuff work. but i also want to be included. I don’t get there until like right before seasmoke chooses addam. Unlike common knowledge there were many more dragons in a large mountain a ways away from valyria. I was apparently hatched from an egg, as was the first targaryen that hatched when dragons hatched. In this reality i help save the dragons. And also i create another line to ride dragons. I have blue hair and light purple eyes (I felt like i needed special hair since i need to be the main character duh) Anyway In my dr i am my age and idk how old jacaerys is when i get there but im aging him to be like a year and a half older anyway i also have fire powers bc again im the main character and im technically a dragon (???) idk what i am. I was also born on the same day as a dragon Sephirax, She can change sizes at will but it exerts her and has to stay the size for a certain amount of time she only did it after she grew to like a normal size dragon. (idk if i can say “full size” bc she can get wayyy bigger) and im bonded with her as well we can communicate

second topic: lore 🤗: So The reason I come kinda late in the war is bc the dragons had to talk about it and they were deciding what to do. I didn’t realize they chose to aid rhaenyra until Zeir landed in Valyria. I act as a middle ground between the humans and the dragons. I can only tell rhaenyra how many dragons there are willing to fight for her, so i have to keep some secrets. In this reality Rhaenyra wins the war and everything goes the way it should be and rhaenyra is queen! Rhaenyra turns into kinda a mom to me bc she learns i didn’t really have parents. she’s very kind. I end up also marrying jacaerys.

i think this post really encapsulates my self-absorbedness bc why did i write a whole essay abt me and a paragraph abt the lore 😭😭😭

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #shifting realities #desired reality #reality shift #shifttok #shifters #shifting community #hotddr #hotdshifting

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axewchao · 8 months

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Dal is such a a cool character! There's so much to know about him tho, so I want to ask to have a better understanding:

How many alternate universe Dal's are there?

By koopasona does that mean Dal IS you or like a part of you?

How long has he been around for?

Is there like, one main storyline his Mario verse self abides by, or can he like shift through realities? Or is there a Dal for every interest you have

Last one how did Dal and Luds get together? (I'm an OC x canon shipper myself so like a dork I had to ask 💀)

Sorry that's a lot I'm just really interested in knowing all the details 😭

Hoo boy, this could take a hot minute... Okay, let's just go from top to bottom!

1.) How many alt Dals are there? There's uh... a lot of them. Not including the Dallies, there's... sixteen of them??? I haven't stopped to count them all recently so this number comes as a bit of a shock. This number might not even be correct... :'D

2. Is Dalex my sona/part of me? Not anymore. Dal did start as a sona of mine, but evolved into his own character later on. I still use the 'koopasona' tag for him mostly out of laziness; by the time he became his own thing, there were already hundreds upon hundreds of posts involving him and I didn't have it in me to change his tag, even with the help of the mass post editor. Though considering that this lack of change can still make people believe otherwise, I should probably get off my ass and just do it already =w="

3. How long has Dalex been around for? According to dA, my very first post of him was back on my birthday in 2016. Dude's been running around for more than half a decade. They grow up so fast... ;w;

4. Is there a main storyline, or does he shift realities? In the Marioverse specifically, there's three different Dals: The Koopa one, the Human or "Real Worlder" one, and finally the "Hooman" one; aka the 'Nintendask-style' one that I haven't used in a very long time. The Human and Koopa versions both have their own separate stories, the former siding with the Mushroom Kingdom and the latter siding with the Koopas. No shifting realities here, or in any other 'verse for that matter, but there is something called the Dallyverse where Dals and Dallies from other realities can meet up and hang out. These multiverse meetups have absolutely no effect on the stories they live through; it's just for funsies.

5. Is there a Dal for every interest I have? Not every interest, but I can get the urge to toss a Dal in there very quickly. Even if I never go through with it, the idea will sit there in my head for a while.

6. How did Dalex and Ludwig get together? I've seen your ask blog; Suzuka's pretty cool too! ;3 But to actually answer your question, that depends on which Dal you're asking about. I'll assume it's the Koopa version for now. This answer's a bit long, so get a snack ready =w="

It takes both of them a while to realize how they feel about each other. As much as Dal enjoys romance as a genre and can see it between other people in real life, he doesn't notice when romantic attention is directed at him. He's never had a crush before either, but knows for a fact that he'd never fall for someone he barely knows (bro's demiromantic). It isn't until someone points out how his soul sphere (the blue thing in his hair) kept turning pink around Lud that he got on the right track; thinking about how much he enjoys spending time with Lud beyond Koopa heritage/magic lessons/general Koopaling shenanigans is what helps him realize that something... more might be there, at least on his end.

Does he confess? Oh hell no. Despite what his normal demeanor may imply, Dal doesn't always have a high opinion of himself and the effect he can have on others. What's so special about him anyway? What could he give Lud that more than a dozen other Koopas out there couldn't? What if he just bores Ludwig in the end? It's... probably better if he doesn't do anything...

On Ludwig's end, he doesn't notice it either, but the signs are more obvious. He starts seeking Dal out even when they aren't scheduled for a heritage/magic lesson. He finds it easier to talk to Dal with each passing day, even when they aren't alone. Dal's presence has a calming effect on the normally stand-offish Prince, with the latter's title having practically no effect on how Dal treats him making it even better. He actually leaves the castle to visit Dal's place, even spending the night every now and again.

It's... comfortable. Peaceful. More than Ludwig thought it would be. He knows that people like Dalex are hard to come by when you're of such high status, and knows how lucky he is to call Dal a friend.

The Chain Chomp incident happens, and Dal's injured. Lud refuses to let anyone else touch him; the thought of Dal getting hurt frightened him more than it should've. Dal was able to handle himself against two loose Chomps, Lud knew he wasn't hurt that badly, but still...

He starts getting handsy; first checking on Dal's wounds and later leaning on Dal and staying close to him without realizing it. Nearly nuzzling him at times. He doesn't think about it, he just does it like it's instinct. It's as easy as drifting off to dreamland.

Then his siblings spell it out, and suddenly he feels like he's having a nightmare.

Thing is, Lud's already been in two relationships before meeting Dal, and they both ended badly. He was a bit more open about his first boyfriend, but said BF was effectively scared away by jealous "fans." The second left him because Lud tried too hard to keep the relationship under wraps, leaving said relationship feeling more like a dirty little secret. They parted peacefully, but the breakup left Lud crying himself to sleep every night for over a month.

He'd already messed up twice, and he did NOT want to mess up a third time. Not with Rathmore.

Despite this, Lud's pining soon becomes unbearable. He can take a rejection, really, and he'd thank all the stars in the sky if Dal actually said yes. It's just the public's reaction that Lud's afraid of since they already scared one guy off. They might scare Dally too.

He confides in Lemmy about all of it. His cousin encourages him to go through with confessing; third time's the charm, right? Dal's got a good head on his shoulders; if he can take two Chomps, he can take crazy fans. Plus, with everything Lud's taught him, he can protect himself even better!

It takes a while for Lemmy's words to sink in, but eventually they do. Maybe... maybe things will work out this time. Maybe he doesn't have to be too cagey, and won't be forced to pay a price if he's more open. Maybe he can just... be, and that will be enough. It certainly feels like it's been enough so far; Dal's always understood whenever Lud wanted to stay inside or had work to do and therefore couldn't hang out...

He... really was perfect, wasn't he? Exactly what Ludwig had always wanted. He'd be a fool to let Dal slip away.

Ludwig Von Koopa was many things, but a fool was not one of them.

#Super Mario #Koopalings #Ludwig Von Koopa #Koopa!Dal #Dalex Rathmore #Into the Dallyverse #since multiple Dals were acknowledged #god there's so many of 'em :'D #anyways I hope these answers sufficed! especially the last one-#the last one was a bit of a struggle to put together #or maybe that's just the result of me writing this ENTIRE ask out as soon as I woke up owo''#axewchao chitchat #axewchao answers #izzyfredpony

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TIMING: current LOCATION: wicked's rest community theatre PARTIES: @thunderstroked & @recoveringdreamer SUMMARY: felix and mona see a play! CONTENT: none!

Mona sat beside Felix, hands folded in her lap. The musical was at intermission already– an hour and a half having flown by in the blink of an eye. As others began to get up from their seats, she turned to her friend. “What in the hell are we watching?” She’d won the tickets and had done hardly any research prior to arriving at the theater. Felix had graciously agreed to go with her, and while she felt Inge might’ve gotten a kick out of tonight, she figured that with everything going on, it might be better for the mare to stay settled. “I didn’t realize that one shrimp would explode.”

—

Felix had never been to a musical before. Halfway through the shrimp musical Mona had somehow acquired tickets for, Felix still wasn’t sure they’d ever been to a musical before. The whole thing was… bizarre. Even for Felix. They couldn’t figure out the plot and, quite frankly, they weren’t even sure they knew which of the shrimps was the lead. What was more, the shrimps in question didn’t seem to be people in shrimp costumes; they seemed, as far as Felix could tell, to be actual real life shrimp. Which was weird! “You’re the one who got the tickets,” they said in a hushed tone, glancing nervously around the surprisingly crowded theater. “Are the blue shrimp and the red shrimp a couple?”

—

“Yes, I got the tickets, but I didn’t go seeking them out. They gave them to me as a prize for my mirror sweater.” It’d taken her awhile to finally find the energy to go and use them, but the moment she’d been given them, Mona knew that it would be Felix who’d accompany her. She stared at the stage as the red curtains closed them from watching the stagehands rearrange. “I don’t know, maybe? There is also a purple shrimp, so if they are following color theory…” Mona trailed off as she watched the people around them disperse into the lobby. She wondered how many would come back. “Why did they have to use real life smells? You can smell the brine from here too, can’t you?” She wrinkled her nose in distaste as she shifted in her seat, crossing her legs. “I cannot believe somebody brought their baby. What was that about a sacrifice?”

—

“You’re the one who decided to use them, though!” As if Felix had hesitated at all when Mona asked them to accompany her. This was hardly their idea of fun, but hanging out with Mona was always worlds better than hanging out at home alone, even if it did come with a shrimp play. “You mean… You don’t think…” Felix squinted at the stage, trying to determine whether or not they liked the implication that the purple shrimp was some lovechild of the two main characters. (Or, he thought they were the main characters. It was a little hard to tell. The play’s dialogue was in a language Felix didn’t recognize.) “I don’t know. The smells are… a lot.” Felix was glad they weren’t shifted at all; they could only imagine how bad the smells would have been to the jaguar’s nose. “The sounds are weird, too. Why do their feet squelch so much? How are they so wet when they’ve been on stage in the open air for this long? They shouldn’t still be dripping.” Felix glanced down a few rows to where someone was holding an infant up to see the stage. “Do you think there’s supposed to be… audience participation?” They felt a little concerned for the baby now.

—

“Yes, and?” Mona piqued a brow before turning her attention back to the velvet red curtains, as if willing them to open on command to continue the play. At Felix’s comment, she nodded. “It smells like something washed up on shore, yes.” It smelled like when she’d fallen off the dock, thus creating the second time that Felix had saved her from herself. She looked over at him, shaking her head. “Maybe they are wearing special shoes to create the sound?” She didn’t think that was it, but it never hurt to throw a guess out into the open. “I hope not. I’m not interested in watching a shrimp kill a child. Maybe the other way around. Shrimp are delicious.” Probably not these shrimp, but still. Mona clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she considered what they’d seen on stage so far. “Do you think the shrimp with the beret will come back out? It sounded like they said its name was Liz, but I’m not sure.”

—

“Okay, fair.” If Felix got free tickets to a show, they’d probably use them, too. Even if the show was… shrimp. Felix flipped through the playbill again, as if willing it to contain more information than it previously had. No new words magically appeared on the page; in fact, the only thing on the page at all was a series of photos of shrimp, increasingly close up until the final page, where the shrimp was evidently so close to the camera that red was the only thing you could see. On the back of the playbill, there was an advertisement that was no less confusing than the playbill itself. Felix was beginning to wonder about the validity of this theatre. “You don’t think — I mean, they wouldn’t serve shrimp to the audience after this. Right?” Their stomach rumbled a little in anticipation. A woman in the row ahead of them turned, shooting them a dirty look. Felix ducked his head. “I don’t know. It, uh… was kind of weird to see it in the striped shirt, wasn’t it?” Shrimp wearing hats were strange enough, but shirts? There had to be lines. “Do you think that other one is going to… keep eating eggs? I’m not really sure what the, um, point of that is. I think it was looking right at me when it slurped up the sixth egg. It was kind of weird.”

—

“I really hope not.” Mona’s expression twisted at the thought. She didn’t particularly feel like being fed the shrimp that were on stage. She kept an ear out for any screaming from backstage, but there wasn’t anything wrong that she could tell. “Were they trying to make us think it was a mime? It was talking, or whatever it was doing. Was that talking?” She couldn’t be too sure– it sounded like a series of squeaks and words strewn together. Come to think of it, maybe that was just the way that they sang. She noticed the way Felix ducked into their seat and she turned to look at the woman that was giving them the eye. She raised a brow and shooed her away before turning her attention back to her friend. “Maybe he knew you were hungry. I’m not sure why they’d choose eggs. Eggs aren’t even that good.” Mona frowned as she leaned into her chair. “I really hope that the second half isn’t as long as the first… I don’t know how many more times I can see them impersonating a wet cat.”

—

“I think it was supposed to be talking,” Felix agreed though, in truth, they weren’t sure. They hadn’t understood a single aspect of the play so far. What made even less sense was the audience’s reaction. No one else seemed nearly as confused as Felix and Mona were. In fact, at one point, they’d heard several sniffles throughout the seats around them despite the fact that they couldn’t figure out what was happening on the stage at all, much less the emotions that should have been associated with it. “I am pretty hungry.” Not so hungry that their appetite increased at the sight of a shrimp in a wig slurping eggs on stage, though. Mona was right — eggs really weren’t all that. “Wait, was that what it was supposed to be? A cat? I thought it was a dog. I’m — I think I’m offended.” Shrimp, Felix thought adamantly, shouldn’t pretend to be cats. There was something not right about it. “What about the one in the cowboy hat? How’d they find a cowboy hat that fits the shape of a shrimp’s head? Do you think they had it custom made?”

—

“Was it? Seriously?” Mona wasn’t sure if Felix was right, or if they were grasping at their own straws. Probably the latter. She fiddled with the edge of her arm rest, pulling at the loose velvet-y fabric. “We can get something after this. I’m unsure about shellfish, though.” She may not be eating it for a while, anyway. The smell was abhorrent. “It was most definitely feline in nature.” She wasn’t only saying that because she wasn’t of that family. “Maybe it’s something about reversing the food chain…?” She eyed Felix, twisting fully towards them now. “How many shrimp have you eaten in your lifetime, Felix?” Would they remember? Probably not. Mona considered their question before nodding. “That, as well as the assless chaps… I didn’t realize shrimp had asses. I’ve never thought of it before.” She made a face before pulling on Felix’s sleeve. “Is that–” She pointed up towards the ceiling where it looked like one of the shrimp performers was gearing up for some kind of aerial performance. “Don’t tell me it’s going to go over our heads?” She looked around for something to cover her head with, “I do not want shrimp juice in my hair.”

—

Felix only shrugged. They couldn’t be certain if the sounds coming from the shrimp on stage were intended to be dialogue or not, but that was the only thing that made sense, wasn’t it? Plays had dialogue and this was, allegedly, a play. Maybe Felix and Mona just… weren’t the intended audience. After all, presumably everyone else in the crowd had purchased their tickets while Mona had been given hers without much of a clue as to what the play was about. “Yeah, I think… no shellfish. Or any kind of seafood, really. I might be a vegetarian now.” Was that a thing they were allowed to be? The jaguar was still going to eat meat, no matter how much Felix might try to stop him. Did being a vegetarian count if you shared your body with an apex predator? How did that work? Uncomfortably, Felix squirmed in their seat. “I’m not sure I like that,” they admitted. They tried to think about how many shrimp they’d eaten, but they only knew that the answer was a lot. “You don’t think they brought us here to…” They lowered their voice, “eat us, do you? I don’t want to be eaten by a shrimp, Mona.” They followed her gaze up into the ceiling, blinking before looking back to stage. One of the performers peeked out from behind the curtain, and Felix caught a glimpse of wings retrofitted to their back. “Uh…” They were definitely gearing up for an aerial performance. “Maybe they won’t drip?”

—

“Don’t go that far. Spare ribs are too good to pass up. Though, I guess they are on land.” She didn’t think there were any rib-like creatures in the sea, but she could be wrong. She didn’t want to think about it for that long, mostly because the squelching sounds were making her stomach churn. Mona folded her hands in her lap, thumbs pressed into her knees as she observed their surroundings. “To eat us? How would they eat us? We’d be able to eat them. We have sharp teeth when we need to.” The idea of shifting to defend themselves was feasible, but would Felix be able to keep themself from hurting others? She wasn’t so sure. “Or maybe I should do the eating…” She reached over to pat their shoulder with a sour expression. “Listen, if they do drip, I think I might ask for some kind of compensation. Forget the fact these were given to me.” Mona sighed, watching as the curtains began to peel open. “What do you think they’re going to do first?” It hadn’t occurred to Mona, but most of the people who’d left at intermission hadn’t come back. There were only a handful of people still in their seats. “Felix.. maybe we should have left.”

—

Okay, so they hadn’t considered spare ribs in the equation when pledging themself to vegetarianism. Mona, as always, made a very good point. “We can still eat ribs,” they said, unsure if the ‘we’ in the sentence was themself and Mona or themself and the jaguar. If it was the latter, it was probably unnecessary. Felix knew the jaguar would do what the jaguar wanted to do, despite Felix’s protests. “I don’t know! They’re really big shrimp. They might have really sharp teeth, too.” The last thing Felix wanted was to shift in a theatre full of people, though they’d do it if it meant keeping themself and Mona from being eaten by giant shrimp. “Could you eat that many on your own? That’s a lot of shrimp.” And she’d just said she never wanted to eat shrimp again. “I think… I might already want compensation. That green shrimp has human feet, Mona. Human feet! I don’t want to see that.” They really didn’t want to see any of this. A saner person might have just left the play, but it felt rude. Felix didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings; not even a giant shrimp with human feet. It seemed most of the rest of the audience had other ideas, though. The theatre wasn’t exactly filling back up. “I mean… I’m sure they worked hard on this. The shrimp, I mean. It’s probably not easy to put on a whole play, especially when you’re… you know… a shrimp. We should stick it through to the end, right?”

—

“We can,” Mona echoed, nodding her head in agreement, unaware of Felix’s inner deliberation. “Do shrimp have teeth? If that’s the case, I absolutely want nothing to do with them.” A shiver ran down her spine as her gaze wandered around the venue. She was half-expecting a bucket of krill to fall over their heads, or maybe something worse– what did shrimp eat? Algae? Would algae fall over them? Mona wasn’t keen on being covered in algae. “I could do whatever I wanted, but if they have teeth, then those are all on you.” Mona grimaced at the thought before shaking her head as if to physically dislodge the thoughts from her mind. “Okay, I do not think we’ll need to eat our way out of this. I think we should be okay. Our mind–” Cut off by Felix’s outburst, Mona’s brows shot up before she was leaning forward, hands pressed firmly against the seat in front of her to get a better look at the aforementioned foot having shrimp. “Are these costumes? They don’t seem like costumes. Should I push you into one of them and you can try and rip it off?” No, that wouldn’t work, not with how they were seated and the shrimp were far away from them. Mona flexed her fingers against the seat, digits digging into velvet. “I’m not sure… if they have human feet, then really…” She gave him a look that said do we owe them anything? “But if they are this… shrimp-human hybrid, as shifters, I believe we have a duty to support them.” The grimace stayed intact as she settled back into her seat.

—

“I mean, they must, right? Everything has teeth. Geese have teeth.” Was a shrimp like a goose? Felix supposed they had some similarities, if you really thought about it. They didn’t know what shrimp ate — or what geese ate, for that matter. Were teeth necessary for their mealtimes? They hummed as Mona continued, sounding a little uncertain. “I don’t want to eat them if they have teeth, either. What if they bite back? I don’t know how sharp their teeth are. Maybe we should just, you know, make a break for it. Like with the snowperson.” Though that had seemed an easy situation in comparison to the hypothetical they were dancing with now. Snow was easily defeated — you just had to melt it. A giant shrimp with teeth was a far harder foe to best. Especially the one with human feet. Felix wrinkled their nose as Mona leaned forward for a better look, closing their eyes. They’d seen enough, really. They didn’t want to look any more. “I don’t know. They look wet. Costumes can’t look wet like that, can they?” If they were costumes, they were realistic ones. Not made of fabric or rubber; even from a distance, Felix was sure of that. “I don’t want to rip it off. If they are costumes, people might be naked under them. Right? And they might taste bad. And if they’re not costumes…” Felix didn’t want to touch them. Mona brought up a good point, of course; there was a chance that these were shifters of some kind. And if that was the case… “We should have solidarity.” They sounded mournful at the thought, shaking their head. “We have to stay.”

—

Mona shuddered at the thought, sinking further into her seat. Maybe leaving wasn’t such a bad idea, even if they didn’t necessarily have confirmation that they’d be forced to eat the shrimp. It seemed a little odd that the theater company would treat their cast as expendable, but it wouldn’t be the first time, would it? “I do not think this is like the snow person at all.” These could probably fight back in a way that the snow person couldn’t, and there were no hot tubs to boil the shrimp alive. What if they were already boiled, and that was how they came to be? Did they need to be frozen? Mona watched the curtains carefully, looking for any sign that they might open soon. “Stage makeup is an incredible thing, Felix.” She actually had no clue, but she figured it was. Felix did have a point, Mona didn’t feel like seeing any naked people tonight. She didn’t think shrimp shifters were a thing that existed– the closest that she’d gotten was a krill nymph years ago, but even then…

Her gaze lingered on the curtains, and she noticed a shrimp head pop out from the other end, telling somebody in the orchestra something in its native language. Mona leaned forward to try and listen in, but it was a series of vowels she didn’t understand. The lights began to dim again and Mona looked back to Felix. Then, the shrimp that’d been buckling into the harness above them swung from their perch, shrimpy arms extended as they belted out a song. The curtains opened with ferocity and the shrimps that’d been onstage beforehand were now dressed in suits and tophats, kicking their shrimp legs forward as they linked arms. The theming of the musical seemed to have drastically changed, and Mona was a little grateful– it was better than whatever was happening before… until it wasn’t.

The shrimp began to huddle together, arms raised, objects that Mona could not identify falling from the ceiling overtop of them. Screams filled the room and the smell of cooked shrimp reached Mona’s nose. “What– Felix, what is–” hot water poured down onto the shrimp as they ceremoniously chanted.

—

“No, I guess it’s pretty different.” The shrimp, at least, seemed less… angry than the snowperson had been. They weren’t actively trying to kill anyone, nor were they chasing anyone across the stage. They were just… putting on a play. And it wasn’t a particularly good play, in Felix’s opinion, but it wasn’t dangerous, either. “I don’t know. I mean, I saw a production of Cats once, and the makeup was kind of bad. The whiskers looked really fake. It was almost offensive. This would be — I mean, this is pretty intense for stage makeup.” Wasn’t this a community theater? Felix wondered absently what the play’s budget was. The set decoration was pretty extensive, and it all looked a lot more expensive than what one might expect from a community theater production. Maybe Mona was right — maybe there was just some really impressive stage makeup going on here.

The lights began to dim and Felix, never one to be disruptive, straightened in their seat, jaw tightening as they snapped their mouth shut. They hadn’t been enjoying the play, but that didn’t mean they’d talk during the performance. It was clear that the actors — the shrimp — the shractors? had put a lot of work into this, and that ought to be appreciated. Even if it was… very odd. Felix blinked as the line of dancing shrimp came out on stage, all kicking along to whatever the one in the harness flying above them was meant to be singing. The beat was nice, even if Felix couldn’t understand the words. They found themself nodding along absently.

But then… the mood shifted. Something fell from the ceiling, the audience screamed, the theatre smelled — delicious. Something smacked Felix on the head, and they blinked as they picked it out of their hair. It was a piece of cooked shrimp, but it was… moving. There was a strange sound coming from it. Felix brought it to his ear hesitantly, shifting just enough to make out the sound and regretting it shortly after. The shrimp was singing. Singing along to the music still coming from the stage. Felix tossed it, making a face and grabbing Mona by the arm. “I think we need to get out of here now. I think — Mona, this is some weird shrimp thing that I’m not comfortable with anymore.”

—

Mona leaned forward, picking up a piece of shrimp from the floor. Just like Felix’s piece, it was singing. She stared down at it, then looked back over to her friend. The distraught expression that peeled over their features told Mona it was time to go, even if he was also verbalizing it. She nodded and grabbed his arm, pulling him up with her. There were a few other people who had the same idea– namely the woman who had been staring at Felix earlier.

As she directed him towards the back doors that’d open up to the lobby, a large– shrimp man–? Stepped forward, a bat in his hand. He slapped it against his hand menacingly, making some kind of sound. Mona took it as an authoritative one, mostly due to the expression on his face. She looked back over at Felix before turning back to face the man– shrimp, thing.

“My friend is allergic to shellfish, they are having an allergic reaction. Aren’t you?” She turned back to face Felix, nodding at him to start a coughing fit, or to maybe start wheezing. Hopefully he wouldn’t feel bad about lying here, especially since he’d been the one to want to go.

The shrimp bouncer stared at them, bat slapping in his hand– squelching, more like, Mona realized. She winced, tugging Felix to the side so that they could maybe climb over the one row of seats preventing them from leaving the theater.

—

There was a rushing relief when Mona seemed to agree that they ought to leave the theatre, and Felix wasted no time in allowing her to drag them along. They practically tripped over their own two feet in their haste to get to the top of the stairs, trying to avoid being trampled by the rest of the crowd who had, evidently, also decided it was time to go. Freedom was in sight in the form of the door at the top of the stairs, and Felix rushed towards it along with Mona, faltering when it opened to reveal a security guard. A shrimp security guard. A shrimpurity guard?

Whatever the correct term for the creature was didn’t seem to matter much. It was there, it was big, it was holding a — was that a giant stick of butter molded into the shape of a baton? Felix let out a small sound of distress, tugging at Mona’s arm desperately. It seemed she had a plan, and it seemed that plan involved… Felix feigning a shellfish allergy.

Okay. They could do this.

Bringing a hand up to their mouth, they forced out a fake cough which, in their stress, didn’t sound particularly realistic. The shrimpurity guard’s expression didn’t change; Felix wasn’t sure it was capable of changing its expression. But it did stare at him, slowly outstretching its hand until the butter baton was inches from Felix’s nose. There was something expectant in the way it stared, and Felix didn’t know what do do beyond stare back.

There was a beat. Felix looked to Mona, and then to the butter. Slowly, they stepped to the side. “I, um… I’m also lactose intolerant,” they said.

The shrimpurity guard swung the butter baton at their head.

—

The butter baton was extended towards them and Mona tilted her head away, stomach grumbling as both the smells of now cooked shrimp and butter filled the air. Maybe they hadn’t planned on paying those who performed in the play– maybe they counted on the audience to eat them that way they wouldn’t have to dish out expenses? Whatever it was, it was messed up, and Mona could not wait to get the hell out of here.

Felix was a terrible actor and that didn’t surprise Mona, but the words that came out of their mouth and the action that followed had her dragging him to the side, the butter baton smacking her across the shoulder. The shirt she was wearing (in her opinion) was already ruined, so it didn’t matter that now there was a smear of butter across it.

“That hurt! What the hell is wrong with you!” It didn’t actually hurt, not in the way one would expect being hit with a baton would feel like, but the words left her anyway. She lifted her hand, an orb of blue fire shooting from it towards the baton, immediately beginning to melt the butter stick in his hand. The expression on the shrimp guard’s face went unchanged, but it was obvious he was displeased by the development.

“Felix, get OUT!” She shoved her friend towards the seats to their right, urging them to climb over them. The guard was trying to pick up the melted butter baton off of the ground now as it slipped from his hands, only his shrim-like-human fingers slid through the butter. The singing ensued, even as Mona managed to spill into the lobby after Felix.

She could still hear the screaming from the shrimp musical even after the doors were closed, but there was nobody else in the lobby with them. At least, until she heard the quiet squeaking of a voice at the till. She turned around, gaze narrowing in on the small shrimp that held up a knife. The knife was bigger than it was, but– really, Mona wasn’t sure what she was seeing anymore. “Let’s go,” she groaned, leading the way to the door, pushing it open.

The rush of fresh air was welcomed, and she turned to face Felix. “I’m never taking you to a musical again.”

—

Felix let out a loud yelp as the butter baton came towards them, half surprise and half anticipatory. But there was no butter smacking across their shirt; instead, Mona took the blow for them. She said it hurt, and Felix stared at her with wide eyes. The baton was half-melted and didn’t seem like much of a threat, but had they miscalculated? Were they going to suffer a very literal death by butter here?

Not if Mona had anything to say about it, it seemed. She held up a hand, melting the baton with her foxfire and earning them what, in Felix’s opinion, was meant to be a stern look from the shrimpurity guard. Mona shoved Felix towards the seats and, without really knowing why, Felix shouted a quick, “I’m sorry!” at the guard before following her direction, climbing over the backs of the seats to get around the guard.

The pair scrambled out towards the door, the guard no longer showing any interest in them. It was still trying to revive its butter baton, pressing buttery fingers together with an air of what Felix could only describe as intense concentration on its strange, expressionless face. The face didn’t change, but the vibes did. The posture, the stance. The guard was clearly distraught about the butter baton, and Felix, in spite of everything, felt a little bad.

Just… not quite bad enough to stop.

Out in the lobby, Felix glanced around. None of the crowd that had been following them had made it out yet, and Felix wondered if they ought to be concerned about that. Were those people going to be okay? There was little time to worry about it in earnest, given the whole… shrimp knife situation. Felix let out another squeak, allowing Mona to shove them through the door and out into the streets.

Outside, it didn’t smell like melted butter or shrimp. It smelled the way Wicked’s Rest usually smelled — ever so faintly off. Usually, Felix wasn’t a fan, but right now? It was the best thing they’d ever smelled in their life. They turned towards Mona, blinking owlishly. “Yeah,” they agreed, “I don’t think I’m a musical person. Even Cats was better than that.” They paused, taking a few steps away from the theatre door and tugging Mona along with them, but whatever shrimp monsters had wanted to keep them within the walls of the theatre seemed to have no interest in pursuing them outside of it. There was a beat of quiet, the calmness outside the building providing a stark contrast to the chaos within.

When they’d finally caught their breath, Felix sighed. They paused a moment, chewing their lip. Then, in a tone that was almost apologetic… “Do you want to get some lunch?”

—

Mona cast a glance over her shoulder back into the venue, squinting past the tempered glass to see if anybody was following them outside. Instead, a giant CLOSED sign slapped itself against the window. That wasn’t great! But what did it matter? Both she and Felix were outside now, free to exist from the confines of shrimp… hell?

“I think your jaguar would be upset if you complimented Cats like that.” She shot him a glance, expression seemingly playful considering what they’d just witnessed. Mona followed after Felix easily, glad to put the theater behind them. She didn’t think she’d ever go to another musical again, especially not here. To say she was scarred was an understatement.

As they walked, Mona’s stomach grumbled, but before she could approach the subject of maybe getting something to eat, Felix was beating her to it. She considered his question, wondering if they shouldn’t feel hungry after what they had just witnessed, but that didn’t make sense– it was normal, what with the smells that had filled the air.

“I could go for some fish and chips. If there are any seagulls, we roast them, too.” She motioned forward, allowing Felix to lead the way.

#thunderstroked #mona: shrimp!#wickedswriting

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pb-dot · 6 months

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Let's meet the Therafter Cast: Michael

Today, I would like to introduce you to the main/POV character of the first bit of the Thereafter series. Michael Sørstrand is a stocky man in his early thirties, light brown hair and blue eyes. He walks with a slight limp on his right foot, but otherwise has the profile and build of someone who works out with some regularity. Before he got spirited away to Thereafter, he worked as a night watchman in a museum.

When he was in his preteen years, Michael was incredibly afraid of the dark until he was whisked away to the magical lands of Caveworld. Caveworld was an entirely subterrean world populated by molefolk, anthromorphic moles living in large burrow communes. The molefolk lived in constant fear of the Lightlord, a tyrannical despot on the surface of Caveworld. The Lightlord's armies would raid the caves, spreading unnaturally bright light with their glowing armor as they snatched molefolk away to work in the lightlord's mines, slaving away to bring the lumen crystals that the Lightlord used to forge his armor.

While much of Michael's stay in caveworld came down to being afraid of the dark, he did eventually get used to it, and in an extension of the lesson that there was nothing inherently scary about the dark, he taught the molefolk that there was nothing inherently scary about the light. Granted, down here light usually meant a Lightlord raid which was ground for concern. After a molefolk girl that Michael had grown close to was nabbed by the Lightlord, he rallies the molefolk to try to get her back, to get all of their lost friends back. The Lightlord has terrorized them because they have never rose up against him, have never shown what the molefolk burrows can do if they act together.

Upon storming the mines and driving away the forces of the lightlord, Michael discovers that some prisoners are held in the palace of Lux Aeterna, the everlasting light. Emboldened by their victory, the molefolk decides to march upon Lux Aeterna, and Michael volunteers to be part of the vanguard, to sneak into the heavily fortified palace and disable the powerful light magic that makes the place all but impenetrable to the light-sensitive molefolk. Michael doesn't like to talk about what happend during his incursion into Lux Aeterna, other than that a close call with a Luminous One, the Lightlord's elite guard, left him with a severe wound to the knee.

The Lightlord got toppled and banished "from all lands with good diggable soil" by the restored Burrow Undercouncil. Suri-Ti, Michael's molekin friend, has been rescued and gave Michael his first kiss. Michael's knee has been healed by the most skilled healer in the Undercouncil, and he was no longer afraid of the dark. Still, returning to the mundane world seemed scary to Michael. What if he wasn't as good in the mundane world as he had been in caveworld, what if this had all been a fluke? Sur-Ti assured Michael that in her small, semiblind eyes, he'd always be spectacular.

Once back in the world, fate spent the next couple of years in proving Michael's every fear right, and he generally experienced falling down the tree of life and hitting just about every branch he could find. Not only did a life that could be anywhere close to spectacular fail to materialize, as the years after the magical adventure dragged on, Michael found the wound in his knee being somewhat less cured than he had assumed. After dropping out of college with one and a half functioning knees, Michael found himself taking more and more night shift jobs, which eventually led him to the museum job he had at the start of Thereafter.

Michael is kind of meant to be the everyman of the ensemble, being somewhat less quirky than his heroic colleagues. His motivation for staying on team Neverafter is a deep desire to be a hero and have a purpose again, and besides, it's not like he has a lot of good things waiting for him in the "real world."

#writing #writeblr #Thereafter #thereafter wip #character introduction

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dimonds456-art · 2 years

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Experiment: B.E.N.R.Y.

These people seem nice :)

More info (and screenshots of them individually) under the cut!

Liking is nice, but reblogging really helps me out!

Experiment B.E.N.R.Y. is an AU I've been sizzling in the back of my head like a fine egg. It's mostly an excuse to work in my Benrey headcanons into other stuff I work on, and an exploration of his character. My partner in crime is @joyflameball and together we keep making each other cry while we overanalyze funny silly man from half life funny.

There is a plot I promise, it's just still being weaved together. But, here is our main cast (aside from other HLVRAI characters)!

Baby Benry (affectionately named "Beebee")

Around 3 in human years (maybe?) he was found on the boarderworld of Xen. Now, nothing from Xen is truly native to Xen, so where Benry is really from, we simply do not know.

Benry

Age ~18 in human years (though we can never know for certain), he may or may not be doing so well. He has since shapeshifted the tail and his ears away, adopting a more "human" appearance. Fuck this guy, btw.

Dr Harry Lewis

Dr Lewis is Dr Scott's assistant. He tends to take down notes, get coffee, and pass along messages to the other members of their department. He tends to not speak unless spoken to, or if he bears a message. Used to feel hesitance, but has since been desensitized.

Dr Vergil Scott

Dr Scott is the head honcho of the Extraterrestrial Biological Studies department. He tends to authorize experiments, manages research, and oversees most if not all tests done. He tends to be insensitive towards others, but insists that he's focused on his job. He can also be a bit pompous. An asshole.

Dr Lesley Lazlo

Dr Lazlo is a surgeon tasked with studying alien fauna. However, she sometimes gets stumped, since her knowledge mostly comes from humans, not animals, plants, or other aliens. She tends to be a bit grumpy, focused, and cautious with everything but her words.

Dr Carol Edouard

Dr Edouard is a biologist recently hired into the EBS department. She is tasked with helping Dr Lazlo with her research, specifically on a unique specimen with special shapeshifting abilities. Though she breaks grounds in her research, she seems unsure of her position. Or, perhaps, unsure of her job.

Officer Riley Stong

Officer Stong is the main security guard stationed in the EBS department. He tends to flip-flop shifts, but he is tasked with securing the area and, when applicable, transferring the specimen from room to room. He's a kinder fellow, and tends to crack jokes whenever he can, but that's not to say he's the best person on the block.

??????

A security guard with no ID. Showed up out of the blue randomly, then disappeared just as fast. Some say they still work at Black Mesa, while others claim the guard has left.

#experiment benry #experiment b.e.n.ry.#benrey #hlvrai #hlvrai au #ocs #fan ocs #dimond speaks #dimonds456 #half life vr but the ai is self aware #benry #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai benry #benrey hlvrai #benry hlvrai #reference art #references

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starbeyy · 2 years

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☆starbey's fanfiction guide☆

hi! so i'm not new to tumblr but i wanna start using it again.

i've compiled a list of all the fics i've written and organized them in hyperspecific yet realistic scenarios in which they're best to read.

!! please watch for tws and tags !!

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I need to be happy in the next five minutes or else

toujours comme ça Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi [Comfort, Chronic Pain] G | 2,842 words

here comes your man Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei [Coffee Shop, First Kiss] T | 5,827 words

i guess we'll wait Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi [Camping, Proper Wound Care] T | 6,380 words

I've got an evening set aside for fanfiction, maybe a few

red carnation: plucked Sakusa Kiyoomi/Miya Atsumu [Wedding, Missed Opportunities] G | 9,806 words

time and a half Amajiki Tamaki/Mirio Togata [Comfort, Post-Overhaul Arc] G | 10,513 words

tobio in the bathroom Kageyama Tobio/Hinata Shoyo [Timeskip, Half-Drunken Confessions] M | 10,225

I'm looking for something a little longer and more emotionally involved

us at the end of the world Kageyama Tobio/Tsukishima Kei [Depression, Falling in Love] T | 13,027 words

take the phone off the hook (disappear for a while) Sakusa Kiyoomi/Miya Atsumu [Lawyer AU, Reconciling their Pasts] T | 14,780 words

I'm on a weekend vacation with my family and I need mental escape

i owe you/i love you Matsukawa Issei/Oikawa Tooru [Fake Dating, Holiday Spirit] T | 23,882 words

who wants to live forever? Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington [Nightmares, Falling in Love] E | 28,570 words

I'm spending the weekend at home and I want to cry a little (or a lot)

the spirit of the resolution Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou [Speech and Debate AU] T | 69,856 words

the grass is blue Sakusa Kiyoomi/Miya Atsumu [Farm Boy Atsumu, City Boy Kiyoomi] T | 87,518 words

frankenstein's monster Sakusa Kiyoomi/Miya Atsumu [Obsessive Compulsive Disorder] T | 83,629 words

I want the next week of my life to be consumed by this story. I want the characters to haunt me and the tragedies to gut me like a fish. I want to feel empty when it's over.

Night Shift Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi [Slow Burn, Addiction] M | 152,988 words

Only The Good Die Young Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou [Punk Band AU, Religious Trauma] T | 155,260 words

carpe noctem Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou [Dark Academia AU, Main Character Death] M | 158,363 words

#bnha #mha #haikyuu #stranger things #kiribaku #steddie #sakuatsu #kurotsuki #shinkami #miritama #osasuna #tsukikage #kagehina #matsuoi #fanfiction

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branmuffins22 · 9 months

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for the toh ask game- 2, 8, 12?

from this ask game:

2. Ramble about your favorite character of all time as much as you want. We're listening

Ohhhh boy. Oh man. Oh geez. You play a dangerous game, starting out with the kicker.

The obvious choice would be Luz, right? because she's like, the perfect main character. Lovable, relatable, flawed, believable (mostly; those fireworks were a bit much), clever, emotional, funny, the list goes on.

But.

However.

I have to go with Vee.

To me, Vee is all those things and more. She's still relatable, but for completely different (some unaddressed by canon, some completely made up by me) reasons. She's the cutest sweetest little shapeshifter we actually got the chance to get to know (sorry Stringbean). She's flawed, she'd completely given up on Luz's return and was ready to throw away whatever parts of her life she didn't jive with, and then even after most of a day of hanging out with her, she was STILL kinda mad at her! She's got confusing emotions and she was able to admit it! She's a tortured and traumatized kid who's trying maybe a bit too hard to put it all behind her, and even her more fantastical struggles are made to make perfect sense in that context. She's clever and observant enough to blend in with humans (and even convince Camila she was Luz for a while), and she was instrumental in solving the rebus. She's funny not just in her sense of humor (which is anywhere from awkward to earnest to dry, all hilarious), but also in the dichotomy of being one of the more "normal" "human" characters in the show, despite not really being either of those things (part of a thought-extinct species, and unique even among others of that species. said species is a kind of magic-eating shape-shifting demon from another realm, and here she is in suburban connecticut, idly learning spanish with her friends).

She's my precious baby blorbo and I love her. She's chubby (I'm chubby), she's awkward around her crush (I'm awkward around my crush (and also in general)), she likes to wear warm colors and big boots (I like to wear warm colors and big boots (not that I have any that fit well enough for daily wear)), she's got a bit of an overbite (I had one when I was young), she is (or, I guess, was?) kinda sorta something like a twin (I'm a twin), her hair is poofy and long (at least in her epilogue design) (my hair is poofy and long), augh, she feels basically tailor-made for me. I'm not exaggerating when I say I learned to love certain parts of myself by loving them first in her.

She's perfect.

also. im gonna rant about her even more in the next bit, sorrynotsorry.

8. Any headcanons? If so, which are your favorite?

Soooo many. Like, enough that I'm writing a whole ass barely-even-canon-divergent AU just to give myself the excuse to explore them. Actually, kinda writing two if you count MatVNN, but it's more of a post-canon affair.

Probably my favorite, though, is Vee being trans (and a bunch of other flavors of queer). I'll admit, a lot of the things that make me like Vee so much are just Sorta Plausible Shit I Came Up With, and chief among them is my trans Vee theory.

So, I'll start with the canon stuff:

Vee is rather unique, even among basilisks. Her tail has 3 fins rather than the other basilisks' 1 or 2 fins, her eyes have a different structure (and more individual colors) than the others', and she has a distinct head and neck that the other basilisks don't have. She's also a lot smaller than the other basilisks: about half the size of III and IV, and even smaller compared to the "greater basilisk" which attacked Hexside (we'll call her the Inspector). In the epilogue, Vee's size doesn't appear to have changed much, if at all (hell, even in her human form, she doesn't look much taller), nor have the sizes of III and IV. The only change any of them appear to have gone through is that Vee has more/longer hair, some of which is a lighter cyan than the previous navy blue, which still remains at her roots and on her ears.

Those are the facts. Now, there could be any number of reasons for her unique traits.

The doylist reason is the easiest: she was designed to look smaller and more humanoid to appear to the audience as more sympathetic. Her strange eyes could just be a bit of fun character design, something to make her stand out on screen. No biggie.

The watsonian reasons are a lot more compelling to me though.

She could very well be quite young for a basilisk. Perhaps their eyes change shape and lose some of their color as they grow up. Perhaps the neck becomes less distinct as they get older. Perhaps even after the 3+ year timeskip before the epilogue, Vee was still prepubescent for a basilisk.

Perhaps the various basilisks are representative of different species within the same family (ex. the Inspector is called a "greater basilisk", but the others are just referred to as "basilisks"), and Vee's unique traits are staples of whatever specific species she is (I first came across this theory in A Blight on Bonesborough, by GeminiAlchemist, and they proposed "fat-tailed basilisk" as the name of Vee's species, mostly for the sake of a gag)

One of the more interesting theories is that she's only half basilisk. I wasn't the one to come up with it, but I don't remember who was, so for that I apologize, but basically, there was a theory going around for a little while after her introduction, that Vee was actually the bastard child of one of the other basilisks and Warden Wrath. The biggest point of evidence was the yellow pupils, a trait only shared between Vee and Wrath, as well as the fact that Wrath was clearly involved in the basilisk project, as shown in Vee's flashbacks in Yesterday's Lie. It's not my favorite theory by any means, but it's a super interesting one, very angsty.

My personal theory, however, and the theory on which I base a few of my other Vee headcanons, is that all the myriad differences between Vee and the other basilisks can be explained away by a simple case of sexual dimorphism in the basilisk species. "Number 5" was simply the only "male" basilisk shown on screen.

Now, what's the evidence for this theory? There is none! As with all the best headcanons, there's no real reason it should be true, but there's ALSO no definitive evidence it isn't true.

So, Number 5 escaped the labs, wandered into the Human Realm, took the form of the only human he'd seen, and spent 3 months at summer camp incidentally trying out being a girl. Turns out, she liked it! So when the time came to give Luz back her identity, Vee made her own new form a girl too.

Now, this headcanon comes with some... caveats? Complications? Sprinkles of realism? I like to imagine some extraneous silly little plot points surrounding this.

Gonna mention 'nads & stuff in purple, so skip past it if you're squeamish about people having body parts or whatever.

When Vee took on Luz's form, she didn't really know what was going on under all those clothes, so she improvised, and kept things as close to her basilisk form as possible. It was partly to conserve magic during the shift, and partly just because she couldn't imagine what to put there. This meant she had a dick, and probably a pretty funny-looking one, too, until she came across a human health textbook and got a better picture of what that whole situation is supposed to look like.

Eventually, during an accident with someone in the Cabin 7 crew (probably standard "woops, didnt realize you were changing in here" shenanigans), someone catches her with her pants down, and she accidentally makes them think Luz is trans. A silly little mixup, definitely no consequences in the future, for sure.

After this, Vee ends up learning about pride flags and their meanings, and starts collecting those things like trading cards. She is staggeringly queer. I tend to think of her as bi/pan/demi-rose, genderqueer, genderfluid (usually on a sliding scale between fem and neutral, but outside that range often enough to be noteworthy), and polyam (in theory, anyways, but even by the epilogue she's still only had one partner, Masha. Granted, she's only maybe 18 by then, so she's got a LOT of time left to try things out), but because that's So Many Labels, she tends to simplify down to Queer. Am I projecting? Yeah, a little. Maybe a lot. So what?

Anyways, when Luz comes back and Vee picks out her own human form, she mostly performs a 1-1 translation from her basilisk form to her human form (matching her standing height, size, approximate face shape, etc), and in so doing, takes on a few typically-masculine characteristics (like a mostly-flat, somewhat-wide chest, bodyfat mostly at her belly, and of course, a (normal, human) dick (most of the time, anyways; she is a shapeshifter, and can do whatever she wants forever)), resulting in her rather androgynous appearance. If her human form is gonna be her, it's gonna reflect her truth: she wasn't always a girl, but she is now. In the epilogue, her human form looks a bit more feminine/less androgynous than before (most notably with wider hips), as if she'd been on HRT for long enough to see some changes.

Now, I've also got all manner of general Basilisk Biology Headcanons, such as how shapeshifting works (magic is used to perform transformations, and reverting to their natural form doesn't use any; holding a transformation only burns calories, not magic; transformations are holistic, inside-and-out, with the two exceptions being the brain and whatever organ stores collected magic), how magical hunger works (it doesn't quite exist, they're not vampires, eating/draining magic is just a thing they Can do in order to transform, not a thing they Have to do to live; however, when a basilisk is hungry, it begins burning through its magic to stave off malnutrition, causing them to seek out magically dense food (really just magic in general, kinda maladaptive like humans' sugar cravings)), how mass distribution works when they transform (they retain their weight when they take on new forms, which limits their transformed size by how far they can compress/decompress their mass. this is part of why the Inspector was so hungry; they were near the limits of how far they could compress, and burning through calories like crazy to stay that way), their natural habitat (fins on their tails suggest they're at least semi-aquatic, but the fact that they stayed on the Boiling Isles as they fled from Belos suggests that they're not immune to (and thus not native to) the Boiling Sea, therefore I propose that they were native to lakes, the only bodies of water shown not to be boiling all the time. also they use their shapeshifting to change their bouyancy as they dive for mollusks or whatever), reproduction (internal fertilization, followed by egg laying; they can change their physical sex pretty much at will, because they're shapeshifters, but if it's not their "natural" form, it still consumes magic to get into that form and burns extra calories to hold the form; fertilization and pregnancy tends to go quite poorly if a basilisk changes/reverts to a form that doesn't have the proper equipment for whatever child they're currently bearing), and so on (basilisk eyes are adapted for underwater, leaving them relatively nearsighted unless transformed to be otherwise, and they have a short-term photographic memory to make assembling accurate disguises on the fly easier/possible), but I don't really feel the need to go tooooo into detail with all that >.>

12. What do you consider the most memorable scene? Why?

That's a very tough choice, between the graveyard fight in Thanks to Them (Very intense. Very beautiful, very powerful) and the Lumity dance in Enchanting Grom Fright (Very romantic. Very beautiful, very powerful). They both basically defined the fandom brainrot after their respective releases, and unlike the various season finales, there was little else cutting in to interrupt and distract from them. Just tasty, tasty action, one at the breathtaking height of fluff, and the other in the soul-crushing depths of angst.

A close third, to whichever one of those is only second-best, would be the duel for the portal key in Eclipse Lake (Very dramatic. Very beautiful, very powerful). Another big action scene, who'd'a thunk it, and another angsty one, too.

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