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anime-owo-kage-san · 6 months

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Mindless Kindness (Freakshow!Funnybunny)

(Pomni is still favored by Caine in this fic, but, not in a Showtime sense. He’s more on just making sure his shiny new addition, isn’t getting ruined too soon.)

Forgive me if they’re out of character, or I got something wrong. I wasn’t sure how to make this work. The characters personalities are moslty from my personal headcannons, and assumptions about them.

Also, while I think hootbon stated Caine is more lenient with both Pomni and AIngle, for this, he just likes Pomni a little bit more.

Jax x Pomni aren’t canon in the AU. I just like the ship.

Freakshow belongs to: @hootbon

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Pomni was never one to speak her mind.

Well…maybe she was. But, not anymore.

Because, apparently trying to express your human feelings, can get you killed or demented. (Or in Ragatha’s case; permanently silenced).

Although she’ll just come back, because death isn’t possible in this world (except for one type of dying…), it’s still not a pleasant thing to experience, whether it be by an accident during an adventure, or by the hands of the ringleader, or by the hands of the other trapped members.

After her first encounter with the twins, Pomni avoided Gangle like the plague. The living teary eyed porcelain mask, turned out to be just as violent and murderous as her ‘sister’; resulting in the wooden ballerina’s first ‘Game Over’.

And she never wanted to repeat the mistake she made ever again.

But at the moment; there she was, confused with her own internal debating, of whether to approach the twins once more or not.

Pomni was just planning on sleeping for the rest of the leisure hour, until Caine called them up for showtime again. She wasn’t expecting to pass by, a scene like…. this.

Right before her eyes, were the twisted twins. Gangle wasn’t really doing anything, only silently watching behind her conjoined sister, as she carried on with her sadistic joke.

AIngle was once again puppeteering the lifeless Kaufmo with her ribbons. Making him dance, smile, and wave, at an uncomfortable Jax, who was trying to be nonchalant about the cruel joke.

“Jax ol’ buddy! It’s me! Wanna joke around?” AIngle said, using her Kaufmo voice. “C’mon, let’s do something together!”

“Come on, bunny rabbit. Don’t you think it’s rude to ignore you best friend?” AIngle said using her regular voice, as she shook the clown around.

Gangle tried to intervene, “I-I don’t think you should—“

“I don’t think I asked you to speak.” AIngle cut off her timid half.

Gangle squeaked and stayed quiet.

Jax rolled his eyes to hide his discomfort. Just the thought of his dead friend, being puppeteered for shows made him sick in the stomach. And now this twisted ribbon freak, wants to fuck with his head, even off stage.

“I’m not… in the mood for this…” He tried to sound less in pain, and attempted to walk away.

But just like that, the ribbons holding the clown up, carried him over the rabbit’s head, and blocked his way.

Jax passing through the right, but Kaufmo was dragged and used to block that way as well. He tried to take a step to the left, but it resulted in the same way.

“Not until you gimme a good hug!” After saying that, the clown’s arms were spread open slightly leaning towards the rabbit, who instinctively leaned back.

“Kaufy and I don’t hug.” Jax said, a little too aggressively, when he turned back to the twisted twin.

“Well, Kaufmo back then didn’t. This one does!” AIngle said, inching Kaufmo closer to Jax, who stepped back even more. “I can make him do whatever I want. Including hugging and kissing his pathetic pet bunny.”

As she says that, she dragged the body closer to Jax. The lifeless arms almost touching his shoulders.

Jax, moved back again, unknowingly backing himself against the body of ribbons, until he was trapped in between her and the clown.

AIngle started making kissing sounds, that made Jax cringe, “Mwah mwah! Come on buddy, lemme pet behind your ears! Don’t you miss me?”

‘Kaufmo’ started getting closer, Jax gritted his teeth, and turned his head away.

Pomni continued to watch, her face scrunching in disgust, as she watched the incredibly fucked up scene. A part of her felt bad for the rabbit. Though he wasn’t, nor will ever be, Pomni’s favorite person in the circus, this was too far of a joke. Whether a jackass like Jax deserved it or not.

Nobody deserved to be taunted, with the corpse of someone they were close to.

She wouldn’t want to see this happening to Kinger with his wife, or Gangle with Ragatha, or herself with anyone she might consider close to to her.

You know what? Fuck it.

She died once, it’s bound to happen again.

May as well try and get used to it.

It might even save her of what’s left of her sanity, if she tries to adapt to the feeling.

Feeling uncharacteristically bold, she made her way to them.

Pomni admits, part of her wished she was less brazen with her words, but that spur of the moment part of her, spoke without thinking. “AIngle. Fuck off.”

Understandably caught off guard, the AI sister stopped with her taunting and turned her head to the ballerina.

Gangle and Jax, who were also equally surprised, looked at Pomni with wide eyes.

Confusing changed to irk, as she raised her eyebrow at the wooden doll. “Excuse me? I must’ve misheard you back there.”

“Then let me repeat myself. Fuck off.” Pomni said, more aggressively. No turning back now. It’d be more embarrassing to take it back.

“Puppeteering these bodies are for the show. Not for your entertainment. Put the clown back with the other bodies, and stop messing with Jax.” Pomni said, in a commanding tone.

“And why do you suddenly care about the bunny? Doesn’t everyone hate him? I say, I’m doing something nice for everyone else he messed with.” AIngle said, her lips curling up in a smirk. Though, anyone with eyes could tell, she was still pissed.

“He’s already fucked in the head as it is. There’s no need for you to make him an even bigger psycho, and an even bigger problem.” Pomni replied.

She wasn’t sure if that was her reason. Actually, she not even sure, what her reason for defending Jax could be. Sure she felt bad, but she’s not usually risking her life to defend someone. Even if she won’t be dead forever. Still, that didn’t stop her.

AIngle let go Kaufmo’s body and let it drop to the ground. “And what makes you think, you can tell me what to do?” She jabbed her ribbon hand, at the center of Pomni’s face, where her nose should be.

“You’re not abstracted yet. But, I can still take over your body, and turn you into a real ventriloquist dummy. The best part? You’d be conscious to see how I can easily control you!” She threatens the brunette doll, grinning evilly at her.

“You can….” Pomni said, her voice cracking, her nervousness showing. But quickly as it slipped, she put her brave face back on. “But, you won’t!”

“Remember? I’m Caine’s favorite. If you try to do anything to me before I even abstract, he’d be really pissed at you for ruining his prized possession.”

Pomni internally cringed at herself for that one. She doesn’t usually like playing that card. She never really cared for the favoritism. So long as she’s not on Caine’s bad side, that’s enough for her.

But at this moment, she was doing and saying the exact opposite of what she would usually do.

“Oooh~! Prima Failerina’s suddenly using her princess privileges~?” AIngle said in a mocking tone. Still, Pomni didn’t miss that eye twitch.

She brought her face closer to the doll, staring her down. “Little bitch, suddenly wants to use the ringmaster as a shield, huh.”

She moved her face away, but her eyes remained on her. And continued, “You’re only favored for your pretty face. You’re lucky to be brought into this world, in this body. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be interesting in any way to him. You mean as much to Caine, as a brand new doll means to a child. Once you get tattered and depreciated, he won’t care if you’re safe or not.”

Jax had already moved away from the mask, but was too intrigued by the scene before him to leave.

AIngle let out a dry laugh, “But, you’re right…” She said bitterly. “As Caine’s precious doll, I can’t hurt you on purpose.”

She shrugged. “But, I can ignore you. And do whatever I want with the others. Since, I won’t be in trouble for messing with the already depreciated toys.”

She turned away from Pomni, and picked Kaufmo back up. “Ohhh bunny boy~!” She called out, as her ribbons wrapped around Jax and pulled him back in for another game of dead dolls.

“Would you get off me, freak!” Jax tried to wriggle out of the ribbons.

“Why should I? I’m giving you more time with your friend.” AIngle started letting put sadistic giggles, and she continued her own self-entertainment.

“Let go of him, and put Kaufmo back.” Pomni butted in once again.

“And what are you gonna do? Little miss wooden joints?” AIngle taunted again, looking down at Pomni. “I may not be able to do whatever I want with you, without getting an earful from Caine. But, what can YOU do other than yap at me like a stubborn chihuahua?”

Pomni silently glared at her for a couple of seconds, her eyes narrowed and face infuriated. Her fist clenched and shaking.

She then moved her eyes to an object on the ground.

It was Jax’s bat. A large piece of wood with a disturbing amount of nails hammered into it. He must’ve dropped it in the middle of the trying to avoid Kaufmo’s body.

Pomni didn’t know why, but she walked towards it, and picked it up. She then made her way back to the grinning twin.

“Haha! You wouldn’t.” AIngle said with a confident voice. “Not after the last time.”

Acting without thinking, Pomni replied, “If it’ll get you to finally fuck off… then I’ll take my chances.” And she swung the bat towards the grinning piece of porcelain.

The force of the bat cracked the twin into several pieces, the nails also cutting into the ribbons restraining Jax, setting him free.

Pomni immediately pulled Jax away from Gangle and shoved him away as hard she could.

Just as she had already anticipated, Gangle started having another meltdown. Her face contorted into a horrific frown, and her ribbons lunged at Pomni, wrapping around her neck and waist.

Pomni was brutally thrashed around a few times, before the corrupted Gangle dragged her off somewhere else to slowly murder.

Jax was just there… on the ground. Staring off to where the ballerina was dragged off to.

He looked at Kaufmo, whose body was abandoned on the floor, and little bits of porcelain next to him.

The rabbit stood up and walked towards lifeless clown, picking him up and positioning him in a piggyback ride.

As he carried his friend, the image of the wooden doll’s face flashed back in his mind.

Eh….

He wasn’t good at saying ‘thank you’, nor did he like saying it. So, he won’t be thanking Pomni.

But, he’ll be sure to say something to her when she comes back.

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I’ll probably make a part two.

Tbh, it was pretty hard trying to make them in character in this AU, while still shipping them. I’m a Funnybunny shipper, but when it comes to the Freakshow AU, I lean more towards Showtime. But, I wanted to take up the challenge of trying to make them ‘shippable’ even in this AU.

So what do you guys think….?

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc freakshow #freakshow au #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc gangle #freakshow pomni #freakshow jax #freakshow gangle #funnybunny #freakshow funnybunny #pomni x jax

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eisforeidolon · 10 months

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Forgive me for restating the obvious, but I was reading through an old post and it just kind of hit me in a way it hadn't before: One of hellers' most fundamental disconnects with the show (and media literacy in general) is how they try to insist parallels establish romance.

SPN used parallels to couples and romantic tropes a lot in regards to the brothers. But it was never meant as a signal that they were romantically in love or to tell you something you otherwise couldn't figure out. It was to underline what we already knew from the entire rest of the story about how they were the most important people in each other's lives. It used romantic relationships because that's a central status typically reserved only for romantic relationships - that was part of the point.

Let's take an example or two. Dean compares himself and Sam to Jesse and Cesar from The Chitters. After interacting with them for a while, Dean is like, 'Haha, you fight just like brothers, almost as bad as Sam and me' and they say that it's more like an old married couple. This is Dean comparing an exact thing that actually happens between him and Sam, silly petty bickering, to something that exactly happens between a married couple. Likewise, let's take Dean's expression and the script note he's thinking about Sam's close call in Red Meat. Michelle is talking about watching the man she loves die and how nothing can be the same, and Dean is thinking about how he believed he lost Sam earlier that same episode and reacting to what she's saying. No one is under the impression that these are signposts telling you for the very first time that Sam and Dean are weirdly, claustrophobically close in a way that compares to romantic couples. They're quick moments which draw an underline on what you already know from the way they've acted towards each other for the entire preceding (and following) length of the show. If you cut either of those moments? It would change nothing about what we understand of Sam and Dean's relationship, because that's how using parallels in storytelling actually works.

Hellers want to insist that romantic couples and tropes being parallels to D/C in and of itself proves that D/C is romantic. Why else would SPN use couples and romantic tropes?!? Well, because SPN does that all the fucking time, maybe? Which is even before you get into how superficial the basis for their supposed parallels typically are.

Let's take an example or two. Hellers want to insist that Dean and Castiel were paralleled to David and Violet from Bloodlines because and I shit you not, one of them wore a tan coat. As well as the absurdly generic dialogue line, "I was there, where were you?" being used both in the backdoor pilot and in 6x20 by Dean. Aha! David and Violet are clearly stand-ins for Dean and Cas, and they were planning to run away together, so D/C is clearly romantic, BOOM! Except literally nothing about Dean and Castiel's actual relationship lines up with that. In no sense were Dean and Castiel ever planning to run away from their families together - not at the point where Dean was calling Castiel out for pretending he didn't know where Dean was if he really wanted advice or otherwise. Unlike the actual parallels with Sam and Dean, there is no underlying narrative base. Likewise, hellers want to insist that Castiel is Dean's Colette. Aha! Cain said Dean is living his life in reverse, and he killed Collette last and his brother first, so since he said Dean would kill Castiel before Sam, Castiel=Colette, and Colette was a romantic partner, so Dean lurves the angel! BOOM! Just for the sake of being pedantic, let's break this nonsense down one more time. Cain lists Crowley as well as Castiel as people Dean will kill before Sam. Collette was special to Cain because she saw everything he was, never gave up on him, and was able to get him to drop the blade. Which is literally what Sam does during the time Dean has the Mark - meanwhile Castiel tries to get Dean to not go and slaughter the Stynes and fails and is ready to give up and kill Dean after he goes demonic. Which doesn't even get into the part where ... Cain is literally just wrong in telling his little fairy tale. Dean is not him. When given the choice of killing his brother, Cain does it. When given the choice of losing control, Cain does it. Dean tries to get Death to shoot him into outer space and then kills Death rather than actually kill Sam. Dean and Dean's love for his brother are both far stronger than Cain is capable of understanding. So the parallel life thing? Is fundamentally hooey anyway. Again, there's no narrative there for a parallel to be drawing an underline on because none of their cobbled together meta resembles anything going on in the actual text. That's not how storytelling uses parallels or any other kind of subtext, by creating something entirely separate and expecting the general audience to decipher it. Though it's no surprise they try to insist that a show would do that, because they have nothing else.

TLDR; Their entire argument is that a comparison to a romantic couple makes two other characters' relationship automagically romantic because reasons. Which even putting aside the lack of validity in their parallels ... continues to be a boldly idiotic statement given the number of actually textual comparisons the show makes between Sam & Dean and romantic couples. Again, it's no wonder they freaked the fuck out over that forehead touch, because they very fundamentally refused to understand what SPN was actually doing on literally any level.

#destihellers #destiew #long post

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peachhoneii · 8 months

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If Cain exists and is a son of Lucifer, can you imagine his trial for killing Abel? It doesn’t need to be a trial. Just the moment Heaven decides he’s banished:

Deception…Disgraaaace…Evil as plain as the blush on his face.

Born in grief…raised in hate…helpless to defy his fate…

Let him run…let him live…BUT DO NOT FORGET WHAT WE CANNOT FORGIVE.

HE IS NOT ONE OF US. HE HAS NEVER BEEN ONE OF US.

Lucifer may witness all of this at a distance, unable to comfort or help his child. Because we know Heaven won’t let Cain into Hell. Nephilim weren’t seen in a positive light in The Bible anyways.

That adds on to his own smothering protectiveness of Charlie. Heaven already took a child from him and made it impossible for that child to return home. Cruel mercy indeed and plus Cain got marked.

Seeing what Hazbin is doing with Christian mythology, I can totally see Abel’s murder being a murder but having additional context/being complicated af/also neither knew what murder was.

Not justifying fratricide. Just saying it’s messy.

Gotta thank my friends for the idea, “Cain got some Kovu problems.” And it’s like YEAH. He does.

Deceptioooon.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #lilith morningstar #eve hazbin hotel #i love the idea of lucifer’s bros sentencing his son to exile #even tho abel instantly forgave his brother #since neither knew what would happen #how could they know one would die #murder didn’t exist yet

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katzkinder · 5 months

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Kitty mentioned that Hokaze’s name was not only strange for a woman, but also that it was hard to find a connection with her name and the theme the rest of the Alicein have. Now I’m no expert at Japanese names (much less Japanese itself) but I had fun digging to see what I could find, and I found quite a lot! So let’s get to it :D

Interpreted to the best of my ability, Misono’s mom has a name which roughly means “one who is quick to overcome ups and downs”

Which is why she was drawn holding Jane Eyre when she and Lily met

She’s an inversion of Jane’s story, just like the Alicein brothers are an inversion of Cain and Abel

For anyone who’s never read Jane Eyre, a quick and dirty plot summary of the relevant parts is that Jane, an orphan girl, eventually ends up in the employ of a rich man who she falls in love with, however he is married and because of that, she refuses to continue their relationship. The man of the house reveals that the reason he didn’t tell her this is because his wife was insane, and she screams and barks and growls and runs around like an animal. Eventually the woman in her insanity burns down the manor, but her husband escapes and, now a widow, it would no longer weigh on Jane’s conscience to marry him. The books ends with Jane writing about how they’re expecting their first child together. The book’s themes of morality and class differences are echoed, to the result of tragedy, in the story of the Alicein

Hokaze doesn’t manage to overcome her status of being born a penniless orphan by marrying a rich man and joining the upper classes. Instead she is murdered by his wife who has been driven mad with jealousy. Her story is one of an idealistic dream, executed in a self serving manner, confronted with reality that cost her her life

Also, the 歩 part of hokaze’s name can also be read as “fu,” a pawn in shogi :))

Mikado is the emperor, kiriko is the princess, and Mikuni the kingdom they made together

Hokaze wanted to be queen but was merely a pawn, and ultimately playing a very different “game” than the royalty around her

It’s also notable that the one who put her down that path is Lily, who shares a name with the white pawn Alice takes the place of during the chess game in Through The Looking Glass.

Her scheme also gives the name she gave Misono a very different light.

She gave him a character from Mikado’s name, “proof” of his infidelity, and the one for garden, because he is the “fruit” of her labors, the beautiful rose of the future queen of Wonderland

The extreme irony here is that Mikuni is much more like Hokaze in his actions, while Misono closely resembles Kiriko’s loyalty and ability to forgive others (at the cost of himself)

Also, Mikuni is going to hate this, but

His desire to protect misono from the harsh truths of the world, even going so far as to burn down part of his own home, is… Very, very Mikado. It’s fine if he cheats, manipulates, and even hurts Misono, so long as the result is Misono continues to be able to live with such a simple and idealistic view of love and life

They look like their mothers, inherited behavior patterns from each other’s, and also share quite a lot with their father

It’s a very beautiful way of weaving them together as a family, and also Strike’s use of word play to set Hokaze apart from the Alicein cast while also giving her name something to tie her to the theme is extremely clever. Boy is it mean though xD

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you guys think :)

#servamp #kat’s katerwauling #Hokaze Tatsunami #Kiriko Alicein #Mikuni Alicein #Misono Alicein #snow lily

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angelsanarchy · 4 months

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Righteousness of Man: Kappa x Y/N- Mini Series PRT 06

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Y/n had recovered from Kappa's punishment rather quickly and she didn't let him believe there was anything wrong between them. She wanted him to feel like he had won whatever power struggle he thought they had going on. She wanted him to feel safe in his blind leadership.

He startled her out of her thoughts when he came into the trailer and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Did I scare you darlin?" Kappa whispered in her ear, moving her hair from the nape of her neck to kiss.

"I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't hear you come in." Y/n leaned back into his chest.

"I'm sorry." Kappa wasn't someone who apologized. She knew he still had slight doubts about her forgiveness but she kept reminding him that it was a punishment she deserved. She turns around in his arms and puts her arms around his neck.

"How was scouting with the boys? Find anything interesting?" Y/n asked as Kappa pulled her towards the bed. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

"Yes actually. Do you remember that machine man from the news? The astronaut? I'm pretty sure we found out where he lives." Kappa informed her. Y/n nodded her head fanning interest. Kappa could tell she didn't really care and he frowned.

"You're still upset with me, I know you are." He pushed some of her hair off her face.

"Kappa, I've already told you-"

"I know what you've told me and I don't believe you. I hurt you intentionally and I never gave you a chance to explain yourself." Y/n looked at him almost surprised.

"Explain myself?" She repeated.

"Why did you venture off on your own? What were you looking for?" Kappa asked softly stroking her thigh.

"It doesn't matter now." She brushed it off.

"It matters to me...please." Kappa's demeanor changed and Y/n felt suspicious. He had never been remorseful for any of his actions and for some reason, he was coming across as desperate for her forgiveness. She stood from his lap and walked over to a cabinet.

"Do you remember when we had a conversation about you being with men and women?" Kappa nodded at her question.

"You said you would never let another man have his way with you because you could never trust another man to have that kind of control on you." Y/n watched Kappa's face as she dug through a bag and pulled out a harness.

"So you think I want you to control me instead?" Kappa asked curiously.

"Well I figured we could build that trust-"

"You think we don't have trust anymore?" Kappa was quick to cut her off.

"Kappa..." She had never seen him in such a state before.

"What if I want you to hurt me like I hurt you? Would you be willing to do that?" Kappa asked. Y/n shook her head at him baffled.

"I'm not going to plow into you as some sort of revenge Kappa. I wanted this to be fun." Y/n started to put the harness back in the bag and he grabbed her wrist.

"Wait wait wait...I want to try...with you." He begged. Y/n looked him over and tilted her head.

"Take your clothes off." She said firmly. Kappa didn't even hesitate. He stripped completely naked and waited for further instructions.

"Lay down on your back." She pointed to the bed and he did as he was told while she pulled a few things from the bag and laid in the bed next to him.

"You seem nervous, don't you trust me?" She asked letting her fingernails scrape the skin of his torso.

"I'm not nervous. I want to give you whatever you want." Kappa explained.

"Bend your knees." Kappa lifted his knees and Y/n slid her leg underneath him, now running her fingers over his cock. Kappa closed his eyes and started to breathe carefully as she stroked him.

"Does that feel good?" She asked stroking him slowly. Kappa shook his head and moaned. She put lube on her fingers and traced the outside of his balls, making goosebumps appear on his skin. His eyes opened and she touched his knee.

"It's okay, just relax." She moved to sit between his legs and kept stroking as she used one finger to pry inside his hole. He grunted and tightened at the intrusion but Y/n kept stroking his cock with her free hand, licking at the precum as she slowly moved her finger inside of him.

"Th-that's not bad. It doesn't feel great but it doesn't-" Y/n inserted another finger and his eyes opened quickly as he hissed.

"Fuck!" Kappa gritted. Y/n mentally rolled her eyes knowing that once she put a cock inside of him, he'd be an even bigger baby. She didn't care though. She pretended to care for the sake of the show she was putting on but she didn't care if Kappa felt pain.

"How do people get off on this? There's nothing good about this." Kappa complained. Y/n knew she had to show him the pleasurable side of things or else he would get suspicious so with a shift in her digits, she sought his prostate making his cock jump.

"Whoa...whoa...what the fuck." Kappa's hand jumped to his stomach as he leaned up and looked at her.

"That's why people get off on it. This takes time, it's not something that should be rushed...ever." She put simply. Before Kappa began to apologize again, Y/n cut him off by continuously rubbing his prostate. He whined and squirmed as she remained forceful but gentle with him. He kept whimpering her name and biting his lip as his cock wept with cum. The moment she realized he was getting close, she sat back on her heels and got off the bed.

"Wh-what? Why did you stop?" Kappa questioned watching Y/n take her clothes off. She stepped into the harness and pulled the 5 inch flesh colored cock from the bag and fitted it into the harness. She gestured for Kappa to come towards her and he did, getting to his knees in front of her.

"Open your pretty mouth." Y/n said devoid of emotion. Kappa hesitated before reaching his hands up as if he were going to touch the siliicone cock but Y/n swatted his hands away.

"Did I say you could touch? No! Now put that mouth on my cock like the good little whore you are." Y/n gripped Kappa's hair and forced the cock into his mouth. She watched as he adjusted to the foreign feeling of having something in his mouth like this. She had figured all of his experience with men would have been on the giving end of things based on his selfish nature. She watched him gag and pull back but she yanked his hair.

"Poor baby, did I hurt your throat?" She mocked. Kappa's jaw hung slack for a moment at the challenge in her tone and this time gripped the straps of the harness and yanked her hips towards his face, deep throating the cock in his mouth. Y/n laughed as he fought back against his gag reflex until she had enough.

"Get back on the bed, on your belly." Kappa tripped crawling onto the bed and she could tell by the tension in his back that he was nervous. However his cock hadn't soften one bit since she started throat fucking him.

"Did you like sucking my cock? You like when I fuck your pretty throat." Y/n ran her hand down Kappa's pale ass and smacked it roughly.

"Yes." She heard how hoarse his voice was and she felt accomplished in having fucked his throat raw.

"Now be a good boy and tell Mommy what you want baby. What do you want me to do with my cock?" Y/n asked watching Kappa drop his head between his shoulders. When he took a moment to respond, she smacked his ass as hard as she could and he jumped.

"FUCK..I want you to fuck me. Please Mommy...please fuck me." Kappa pleaded looking back at her, face full of pitiful doubt. She played with his hole for a moment before thrusting forward. Kappa's back arched and his body shook from the pain. He cried out for her to stop or slow down but she didn't move. She could hear his breathing and waited for only a moment for him to adjust. She knew the pain he was in. She wanted him to feel what he did to her but she also knew she wasn't a monster.

She ran her fingers down his back and cooed at him to relax, reaching around to yank on his cock which had faltered just a bit from pain. She moved her hips slowly and he continued to whimper, gripping the sheets between his fingers roughly as he tried to breathe through it.

Y/n pulled back and rested her naked body against his back, gripping his hand that clutched the sheets beneath him.

"You're going to be okay. Just breathe baby." Y/n whispered in his ear as she started slow, shallow thrusts. She listened to his whimpers turn into moans and she pressed deeper into him making him growl.

"Harder. Fuck...fuck me harder." Kappa practically roared and Y/n gave him what he wanted. She could see how swollen his hole was as she pounded into him and felt when he started pushing his hips backwards onto her cock until he reached between his legs to try and jerk himself off but found it too difficiult.

Y/n pulled out of him, flipping him to lay on his back and shoving back into his ass so she could watch his face.

"I want you to cum on my cock. Can you do that?" Y/n continued to thrust into him and watch as she jerked himself off rapidly. When his blew his load, white streaks painted his chin and neck while he cried out and shook like he was dropped into the artic. Y/n pulled out of him and scooped the cum from his chin, pushing it between his lips. He took his own cum into his mouth and sucked on her fingers greedily.

"I love you...I love you so fucking much." Y/n didn't return his sentiment. She gripped his chin roughly.

"Tell Mommy thank you for letting you cum, you selfish whore." Y/n leaned down and Kappa smirked that cocky smirk he carried around the compound when talking with everyone else, almost like he had all the answers and we were just here for the ride.

"Thank you Mommy." The way it left his lips felt like a snake hissing poison from his tongue to her lips.

Y/n knew that in this moment, she had gained control of Kappa. She just had to figure out what her next steps were.

#TV Series: Black Mirror #Kappa #Kappa x Y/n #Rightouesness of Man #Rightouesness of Man Series #Mini series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #Black Mirror

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fungus-no69 · 25 days

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Hi, I really love reading about your PC (Cain? The one that can fight Bailey)

Do you think you can tell us about his interactions/feelings with LI!

omg hiiii (fluttering my eyelashes kicking my legs twirling my hair) thank you so much for the ask!!! i love to talk about my pcs and ocs and stuff

Cain is a menace but he does have his favs!! He has male LIs :]

cw: Dol typical bullying, assault/fighting and attempted murder mentions in Whitney's, stalking and kidnapping in Kylar's (kidnapping in Eden's), heavily violent fantasies and death in Bailey's

Sydney!!!! Sydney was the first person he met at school who didn't try to fight him even when Cain was initially very destructive around the library- i.e. accidentally knocking over shelves, starting fights, returning books covered in mud and scratches- there were many times they bickered and such but Cain began to warm up to Sydney, trying harder to keep books clean and fighting anyone being a dick to Syd. They became very slow friends and often go to the beach together just to hang out. They do like each other but Cain wants to remain friends for the moment due to his living situation which is basically avoiding Bailey, sleeping in the wolf cave, being in and out of jail and he doesn't want his bad behaviour to rub off on Sydney or make him a target of bullying

Black Wolf Despite the rocky start, Black Wolf and Cain get along- they've reached a kind of mutual understanding and respect. Not really much to say here honestly, they'd probably play fetch together I guess.

Alex They're not close at all but again, they're respectful of each other. Alex's dogs like Cain and Alex trusts their judgement. Alex hasn't harassed Cain and for him? that's a win. Alex thinks it's funny when Cain tries to eat the birds that rest on the fence, he's still trying to figure out if Cain actually lives in a cave or not because he sure looks more and more like it by the day. Smells like it too. ...Cain has had to promise not to eat the livestock

Robin They were childhood friends. Cain would play with Robin and Robin would basically run damage control- however they've started to drift. Robin barely sees Cain at school anymore and he doesn't come home so yeah. Cain still considers Robin a friend but wishes he would stand up for himself more (and get an actual job). He can't always be there.

Whitney They HATE each other, it was a bad impression from the start but now, whenever they see each other they fucking FIGHT. It's getting to the point where it's not even funny anymore, they are actually attempting murder at times. One time Whitney gave Cain a chipped tooth and Cain broke his nose and strangled him as a response. They had to have no less than 5 students and 2 teachers to separate them. It's not a great relationship to say the least, but for some reason Whitney still antagonises Cain despite knowing the consequences.

Kylar This one's a doozy. Initially, Cain defended Kylar because he pitied him but as the stalking picked up?? Their relationship quickly went downhill. Cain got downright aggressive with him and Kylar didn't really like that. Cue hysterical Kylar kidnapping Cain and his escape. Yeah, he doesn't like that guy. Whenever Kylar approaches Cain nowadays it's either he gets ignored or punched. Cain doesn't forgive easily let alone for being kidnapped. Their relationship won't change any time soon, if at all. Bonus:

Wren They're blackjack buddies, Cain's not super good with words or tact but he knows how to play a fucking card game. Surprisingly doesn't cheat and has never lost a game. Thinks Wren is funny but also kind of a dick for stealing his clothes. May or may not have panicked and thrown him into the water at the docks.

Harper Listen, Cain's not the brightest bulb in the box- probably not even in the top 10- but he's pretty sure that's not what an actual doctor's certificate looks like (referring to the crayon drawn paper on the wall). Unimpressed.

Avery Thinks he's creepy but hasn't really had enough interactions with him to form a stronger opinion

Eden FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU Cain doesn't like him. He got captured once, escaped pretty quick but still holds nothing but hate for Eden. Even without being tied up, Eden's always stealing his fucking prey and he's pretty sure the other guy knows Bailey.

Bailey The orphanage owner himself. Cain wants to kill him and feed him to the dogs on the street- maybe drag his lifeless corpse to his pack so that they can have a big meal for once without that stupid hunter's interference. He wants to crush his windpipe and feel bones crack under his hands- really prolong it so Bailey understands the shit Cain's gone through to get here and how much this fucking town has destroyed him as a person. No, he doesn't care about the future- because Bailey is not a person to him, but instead a leash that strangles him at every turn and Cain is selfish. He is bitter and hopeless and he knows it. Something something kicked dog with rabies.

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 10 months

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SKIN-DEEP COMEDY!

the symbolism of the wizards' crests and their journeys with you, their beloved master sage.

gender neutral reader

OZ!

—right collarbone: fragility, visibility, shattering of deep belief

Even the strongest wizard in the world has his weaknesses, even if it may be hard to believe. Maybe that’s why it’s so fitting for a man like him to have his crest placed in such a vulnerable place. The collarbone is infamous for being the most fractured bone, the right moreso being weaker than the left. Under the demonic guise, the facade of a wizard so powerful that he can bury his emotions, is a man whose heart is still thawing under love. Emotions are new, they’re fickle, and yet it’s enough to make him hesitate and reveal parts of himself that even he had never faced. Whether it be Arthur’s guidance or the wholehearted trust he puts in you to restore his world back to what it was, the shimmering black lily branded onto his right collarbone is the only telltale symbol on his body of the man behind the magic.

“Remember your duty, Master Sage. The moon does not forgive. Only the strong can survive in this world. Mind your place, and stay by my side.”

ARTHUR!

—right hand: ownership, power, a place of honor and status in biblical text

Sworn to the throne by birthright, Arthur is a man meant to grow into power and grace. His crest speaks to this responsibility, hovering over him more imposingly than any uncle or throne could. He carries out the will of the Central country, second to only the citizens of the people he rules over. His destiny is to inherit and enact blessings, and the constant visibility of his crest is an undeniable reminder of his fealty to you and that he must always use his place as both a wizard and a prince for nothing but good. You have faith that he won’t waver, not when he has such clear eyes for the future and comrades that believe in him without a shadow of doubt. Arthur is someone that’ll seek the light even when the odds are stacked against him, and his outstretched hand, bearing the black lily, will herald his bright tomorrows.

“Please trust me. So long as you are with me, I won’t allow any harm to befall on you. Not only are you the Master Sage, but you are someone important to me above all.”

CAIN!

—right forearm: strength, action, the capacity to start anew

Cain is a man of the sword first and foremost. Even now, with his secret as a wizard out on full display, he defines himself as a knight before anything else. His crest is representative of his strength and his will, as someone who has vowed to keep his liege safe but to also bear the safety of those around him. He’s determined not to make enemies with anyone that might stand in his way, whether it be human or wizard alike. Cain knows there’s more to the world than the small sliver he’s seen, and he knows holding onto his courageous heart will be the key to paving a way for those to follow. Despite having his status, his humanity, and his eye robbed of him, he wants you to help him stand strong in what he believes in. The black lily on his right forearm brandishes his sword literally and figuratively: a living embodiment of his justice.

“Let me protect you. I want to be someone you can lean on, Master Sage. It’s okay to depend on me. As long as I’m standing, I’ll be someone who fights for your honor.”

RIQUET!

—forehead: intellect, intelligence, heavenly love with the good

The world is an anomaly to Riquet just as much as Riquet is an anomaly to the world. After being withheld so much, Riquet’s only now learning what it means to exist apart from his days locked away in a cult. The line between curiosity and hedonism is a thin one: the one between morality and cruelty even thinner. His crest is a reminder of everything he has yet to learn and the importance of utilizing what he already has. Riquet has to discern between what will help others, what will help him, and what will betray everything he’s built up until now. You’re a stranger from another world who holds nothing but kindness towards him, so isn’t it only natural that he looks to you with reverence in his eyes? The black lily on his forehead is a manifestation of his hunger for intelligence, but also a newfound devotion to do good, for the universe and for himself.

“Let us step away from sin. Guide me to the light, and I will do the same for you. There are so many things wrong with this world, so let’s work hard together to make everything right again.”

SNOW!

—right neck: anger, hazardous, desolate to truth

Blood stains Snow’s hands. There’s no wizard that doesn’t eventually end up succumbing to the chaotic roar nestled inside their chest, but it’s one thing to kill others for power or glory and another to kill your very own kindred out of desperation. He claims it was love that brought White back from the dead, tethering his own soul and sharing it with his twin, but the dead swirls in his golden eyes hint at something a bit obsessive instead. But all’s well that ends well, and your worries should be less about him and more about yourself instead. This world is a lot scarier than you think, and it’s only right that a wizard as wise and skilled as he is ought to guide you through its pitfalls. The right side of his neck is adorned with a black half lily: an eternal reminder of his mistake and his rage, and everything he has to do in order to rectify his sins.

“Have you ever loved someone to the point of death? No? It's an indescribably heartbreaking experience. Master Sage, I hope this world will be kinder to you than it was to me.”

WHITE!

—left neck: strain, the past, implementation of the soul’s will

White is a remnant of what he once was. With no being of his own, his borrowed corporeal form is just an extension of Snow’s longing. He knows his time here is borrowed and yet he can’t even find solace in having died once. He shares his convoluted and twisted truth with the rest of the wizards, even extending a hand towards you when you’re willing to listen to whatever sick advice he might whisper into your ears. It’s hard to believe that his familial love for his brother isn’t as warped as he is, not when the hand that strokes yours feels so real. His half crest is a reminder that White is truly no longer and that he’s practically a ghost wandering in the shadow of Snow’s rage. The black half lily on his left neck is a mark of taboo, not fully intact but refusing to disappear altogether.

“Has someone ever loved you to the point of death? No? It’s a truly beautiful thing, Master Sage. Perhaps I can show you, if your curiosity demands it.”

MITHRA!

—pelvis: sexuality, old memories and trauma, issues of control

The pursuit of strength might be Mithra’s own way of keeping those he loves safe. He once had no one he could call his, at least, not until Tiletta took him as his student and made him a part of her family. Despite him being rough around the edges, you know that his obsession with becoming the strongest is only so that no one can question him and his desire to be loved. There’s no other reason as to why he holds your hand so tightly as he sleeps, or why he refuses to let any other wizard wager any influence over you. He bares himself wholly to you and you only, trusting that you understand his brusque words. The black lily nestled by his hips is proof of his love, and it’s a mark that he would only show to you. It’s an honor he won’t give to anyone else, so cherish it closely.

“...Don’t go anywhere, Master Sage. What, is that something you wouldn’t expect from me? Does it matter? You’re going to be with me. Nothing more to it.”

OWEN!

—tongue: the devil, the voice of the gods, shame

Owen shrouds himself in mystery, and he takes pleasure only in his hedonistic ways. Whether it be sneaking sweets when no one is looking or thinking up of new ways to torment those around him, everything he does remains inexplicable to anybody else in the Wizards’ Manor. No matter how thorny he is to you or how much he threatens to rip you from limb to limb, you refuse to back down in your attempts to wiggle into his heart. He’ll spew curses and keep you at bay, but he can’t deny your warm heart and the time you’ve spent with him. Maybe his distance is not because of maliciousness but out of his own loneliness, with large swathes of his memory missing. Can anything else come close to your sincerity? There’s no telling. His mouth will always say one thing, but the black lily engraved onto his tongue speaks of a devoted truth.

“Say, Master Sage, I wonder what taking your heart as a trophy would be like. A gruesome, bloody heart, ripped straight from your broken ribs. All mine… Won’t you give it to me?

BRADLEY!

—right abdomen: dysfunctionality, things unresolved and unprocessed, authenticity

The spitting image of the North, Bradley always holds his head high despite how much his situations have changed. A once-proud bandit leader of a powerful group, Bradley’s power lies not in his magical strength but in the keen mind that he sharpens with each year that he puts under his belt. He’s experienced his fair share of victories, but he’s experienced even more heartbreaks. He’s cognizant that nothing lasts forever, more than anyone else, but at the same time, could you blame him for not knowing when to let something so sweet go? Fate dangles regret right in front of his face, and it’s up to you to unravel the tangled threads. Sometimes he’ll indulge parts of his past with you, weaving tales of biting cold Northern winds and his stellar glory days, but the glimpses of the black lily on his right abdomen remind you of everything else he’s left unshared and unsaid.

“I got your back, so don’t slouch. A real leader worth their salt has to hold their head up straight, you hear? You’ve got the great Bradley Bain as your right hand man, Master Sage.”

FAUST!

—left shoulder blade: connection to the heart, guilt, vulnerability

Faust’s crest spreads like a shadow on his back, bearing the guilt and altruism of his past. It’s bigger than any other wizards’ crest for a reason, and it covers him as if it were the same embrace that he yearned for for so many years. His heart is jaded yet still soft, wanting assurance that his actions are the right decisions yet unsure if his goodwill is enough to save the crumbling world around him. His faith has been tested time and time again, and he’s sure it’s going to be tested once more, as the moon descends to take everything he’s cared for. Your clear eyes and unwavering loyalty to him might seem overbearing, but this devotion is what he needs to find the courage to stand up once more. The black lily on his left shoulder blade is his fealty to you and his choice to believe in goodness once more.

“There’s no need to praise me. I’m only doing what’s right. I’m no hero, no great leader, nor am I the Faust of the legends. Please, Master Sage, I’m nothing but a wizard that believes in you.”

HEATHCLIFF!

—lower left back: acceptance, generosity, crossroads at life

Many wizards of different walks of life are called to duty, but Heathcliff stands unique as the heir to a noble family. If being a wizard wasn’t difficult on its own, he’s had to balance the responsibility of his birthright and position for his entire life. Despite the doubts that gnaw like gnats in his mind, Heathcliff strives to be gracious and clement, vowing never to use his position for evil. And yet with his position as an heir growing heavier and the world demanding even more of his sensibility, the insecurity that plagues him becomes harder to wipe away. It’s only the love and care of those around him that can prop him back up, and one day, he hopes that he can extend a helping hand to you just as much as you’ve done for him. His lower left back sparkles with the black petals of a lily, his wizard’s crest, with his gratitude towards you.

“There’s a lot of times when I feel inadequate for all the titles I hold… And yet, you never admonish me for my mistakes, Master Sage. Thank you, and I’ll do my best for you.”

SHINO!

—right shoulder: masculinity, bearing burdens, imbalance

Rash but smart, strong yet inexperienced, Shino’s eager to take on the world and prove himself as a worthy retainer of Heathcliff. He’s hyperaware of everything he owes to the Blanchett family, and for him, becoming a Sage’s Wizard is his way of paying back the debt that saved him from a life of misery. He has little to call his own, not even his own last name, but what bonds he does have, he treasures above all else. The intensity and fear in his eyes are a testament to everything he has to put on the line so he can hold true to his promise of eternal loyalty. You’re the only one that can hope to understand him, the only one to help him digest the danger and the perils around him. The black lily on his right shoulder is the power you give him, to lead him to glory, to lead him to the refuge that he’s sought after all this time.

“Worry about yourself, Master Sage. I know how to hold my own ground. Things will fall apart if anything happens to you. You’re someone I can’t afford to lose yet.”

NERO!

—left bicep: to nurture, receiving support, intuition

For every shining protagonist on the stage, there’s someone hidden in the curtains to pull the strings. Nero wonders how long he’s been the one in the back. He has an intelligent mind and an even harsher tongue at times, his Northern birth betraying the Eastern mask he puts on. If he closes his mind and lets himself dream, he can conjure up distant memories of snowy nights spent drinking, boisterous laughter, the indulgence of stolen goods and a gruff voice praising his wits. But when he opens his eyes back up, he’s reminded of his betrayal. It’s hard to swallow back the lump in his throat when you console him and tell him he’s more than his past mistakes, but how many more can he make before his act is up? The black lily that appeared on his left bicep betrayed his facade once, and only so many parts can disintegrate before the entire whole crumbles.

“You can’t trust a man like me. But you’re going to do it anyway? You’re such a hassle at times, Master Sage. No, it’s okay. Being stubborn is a good thing too.”

SHYLOCK!

—left collarbone: shock, union, enthusiasm of a full heart

The beauty of being the one pursued means that Shylock has seen the rarest and the most desperate parts of the human psyche. It doesn’t mean he himself is above falling victim to love’s incessant ways, but it’s given him a seduction and a charm that’s increasingly difficult to read. You’re lucky that you have a special place in his heart, with his penchant for treating his loved ones like a pet. He claims Western wizards are free spirits who hate being tied down, but somewhere in his soul, perhaps he’s also grown tired of the cat-and-mouse game he plays with his admirers. He wants the permanence of something fickle, and is there anyone better for that role than the Sage from another world? He doesn’t want to trap you per se, but he wants to see how far he can go with this borrowed time. The black lily branded onto his left collarbone is his permanent reminder of a temporary bond.

“What a beautiful face you’re making, Master Sage. Fufu, am I getting too close to you? Won’t you allow me, just this once? I want to be spoiled by you today.”

MURR!

—right palm: good luck, encouragement to work hard, impending loss

Is there anything in this world that Murr hasn’t taken an interest in? Undone by his own pursuit of knowledge combined with just the right amount of hubris, even in his shattered form, Murr walks to the beat of his own drum and explores to the tune of his heart. It’s an impossible task to turn him back into the fickle man he was before he ventured too close to the moon, but when he pulls you in for a dance in the courtyard or whisks you away on his broom, it’s hard to stomach the dread that settles in your stomach as you realize his current form is an apparition of smoke and mirrors. Murr doesn’t mind—there’s still plenty out there for him to squander his foolishness on. He’ll happily invite you to fall with him, and the black lily weeping in the middle of his right palm is the proof of the only ending the two of you can have.

“Why the long face? Dance with me, Master Sage! Look at how lovely the moon is and how bright it makes everything down here! Why don’t we fly up and say hello too?”

CHLOE!

—right chest: dissatisfaction in relationships, physical connection, personal power

Optimism and a desire to be loved is what Chloe cares most about. After having his entire world flipped upside down by Rustica’s mistake, he’s learned what it means to be a human and a wizard. He vows to use his talents to spread happiness and always to help others, but each corner of the world seems to be tainted with insecurity and doubt the more he aims to spread goodness and truth. Even his own bond with his teacher seems shaky at times, and Chloe wants to find the courage to break free of his mold to reach through to Rustica’s frozen heart. You’re the only one to know the conflict in his heart, torn between both what’s good and what’s truthful. You appreciate him for who he is: a reflection of all the good wishes he’s kept inside, and the black lily hidden away on his right chest is only the beginning to what you hope will be nothing but a flowery path for him.

“Do you have faith in me? Then… I’ll do what I can so that I won’t let you down! You always see the good in everyone and in me, so I’ll do my part to repay the favor, Master Sage!”

RUSTICA!

—throat: truth, purification, clarity in responsibility

Rustica desires to love. His entire time as a wizard has been in chase of a bride from memory. The smiling nobleman wants the warm embrace of a lover, their soft whispers, even a quick kiss stolen in between honeyed glances. But that dream has long fluttered away, and only remnants of feathers remain at the floor of his birdcage. He doesn’t mind; his eyes have been opened thanks to his diligent apprentice and you. You’ve never denied his romantic streak, not when everyone else ridiculed him, not when even the universe seemed to condemn him from love. It’s no wonder that he clings so desperately to the dregs of love that he can catch from the end of your words or your touches. The black lily on his throat is his duty to uncover the reality of his past and to fulfill his duty of devoting himself to love, be it something old or something new.

“Ah, you look as lovely as ever, Master Sage. Your presence never fails to stir something in my heart. Come, let me adore you even more. You deserve nothing less.”

FIGARO!

—right rib cage: crookedness, need to protect the heart, longing for reunion

A man of self-inflicted ephemerality, Figaro struggles to see the permanence of the world. His idea of love is so tilted, so permanently warped, that he develops an inhuman craving for being desired that he refuses to fulfill. He wants to reach out and to be brave, and yet some cowardly vices keep him entrapped in a web of his own making. Even behind all of his empty, slack eyes and perfectly poised smiles, you keep probing far deeper than he expected or wanted you too. Though simultaneously, he wants you to keep pushing, wants you to understand his soul-crushing loneliness and save him from it. Surely, you can see past the “ordinary” wizard doctor to see the broken man underneath; you’re the only one that can save him now. Hidden away like his heart is the black lily on his right rib cage, forever yearning, forever begging for one more chance from cruel fate.

“You’re staring at me so intently. Could it be that you’ve fallen for Dr. Figaro? Haha, I’m only teasing you. You deserve a far finer man, Master Sage.”

RUTILE!

—right wrist: misalignment of purpose, sentimentality, movement

Rutile straddles the difficult line between the past, the present, and the future. He plays the precarious game of balancing his mother’s legacy and his younger brother’s unrelenting desire to unleash his full potential, all while tending to his own needs and the responsibility of being appointed a Sage’s Wizard. It’s all too easy for him to get lost in the memories of the simpler days in the South Country, with a baby Mitile clinging to his side and his students surrounding him. But he has to find courage and to place his trust in you, praying that you have the proper vision to use his magic for good. You’re both a cherished friend and a leader to Rutile, and it would shatter him to lose you too. He doesn’t need grandeur or glory, only your guaranteed safety. The black lily carved onto his right wrist is his constant wish for your well-being.

“Would you like a ride on my broom, Master Sage? Ah, you don’t need to look so scared! Would you like me to hold your hand too? No? C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

LENNOX!

—nape: freedom of the soul, deeper truths, connection

Lennox has lived honestly and faithfully, dedicating himself wholly to what he believes to be right. He spent centuries in search of the lost leader he considered to be his master, and he spent even more time pondering what his place in this world was. While he knows he’s no magical genius like Faust might be or even a figure of legend like Oz, his genuine desire to help others and to protect those he’s placed his devotion towards runs far deeper than any magic could even fathom. His true strength lies in aligning his life with yours, the same love he tends to his herd with becoming the same love he needs in order to save the world with nothing but his bare hands. The black lily that blooms on the nape of his neck is a reminder of the delicacy in his fortitude, the gentile nature that will render him as a true savior.

“Is anything troubling you? No? That’s good. I’m not the best talker, but… I’m always willing to listen to your words, Master Sage. I will be strong for you.”

MITILE!

—left wrist: divinity, receiving energy and protection, healing

The youngest of the Sage’s Wizards and the youngest son of the great witch, Mitile’s entire soul itches to live up the shoes that his mother left for him. He knows he’s capable of doing amazing and unearthly things with his magic, gifted by his older brother in order to keep him alive. No amount of patience is enough to quell his curiosity, so as the Sage, you’re tasked with the impossible duty of giving him the experience he needs all while being cognizant of the ambitions of those around him. Will you let him run free, to become the terrifying wizard he dreams of? Or will you let him be snuffed out, a sacrificial lamb in order to save the entirety of South Country. There has to be a middle ground, and when the black lily on his left wrist glitters cruelly, you have to believe that you’ve made the right choice.

“Master Sage, look what I can do! Magic sure is amazing. One day, I’ll be a wizard as great as my mother, and I’ll be sure to wow you even more!”

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aestheticpearl · 9 months

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— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] asirel cain

you were supposed to protect him. you were supposed to keep him safe that was the deal. so what happened? why is your master spitting up blood in your arms? why are you having a hard time controlling yourself?

the scene is absolute carnage, there’s blood everywhere. it paints the room along with your hands and face. the moment asirel was hurt you felt something snap in you and you attacked, leaving no one breathing but the two of you.

you know that you have to keep pressure on the wound. that’s what humans would do when you pause after biting them, they would place their hand over the bloody area and try to stop the bleeding. you have no idea if it actual helps cause you never let them live for you to see how effective it was.

“pet you need to calm yourself.” asirel says through a pained voice. “easy up on the pressure, you’re stronger than a human.”

you carefully reduce the pressure your putting on the wound while still trying to keep a normal amount of it.

your ears are ringing and your vision is going blurry, you’re losing control and you know it. the smells of your master’s blood is overwhelming you. you shake your head to try and regain your senses and it does little to help you. asirel beings to notice your internal struggle even in his weakened state.

“pet?”

your breathing is heavy and you try to focus on one thing at once. everything becomes clear just for a second and the only thought that matters breaks through all the noise.

safety.

you need to get him to safety.

“i need to get you help a-and away from me.” your voice breaks and does not sound comforting unfortunately.

ignoring how scared you sound for him you quickly pick him up gently and start running to what you call home. once you arrive you quickly hand asirel over to someone that could actually help him and you watch him be carried away.

he calls for you but you do not follow. instead you turn away and get as far away from him as you can, scared that you’ll be unable to control yourself if you stay close to him.

the room given to you is dark and empty as you walk in and sit at the foot of the your bed that is rarely used for sleep. you brain feels as though it is buzzing, your thoughts are loud and dark. you try out those silly breathing techniques you’ve seen humans do to try and slow their heart rate, it helps but only a little. you look down at the now dried blood on your hands and decide it’s best if you shower, hoping that the water will wash away the stains and calm you.

the warm water rinses the blood off your cold skin and turns the ground a sickening red color. you feel calm, your head is no longer clouded and you’re in control again which is a huge relief for you. you know once you get out of this temporary chamber of relief you’ll have to go see asirel. you need to know if he’s okay.

before you even have the chance to rethink your decision as you walk out of the bathroom, you come face to face with asirel himself. he sits on the made bed, blood seeping through his fresh bandages.

“pet.” he says in a stern tone that sends a shiver down your spine.

“i brought you fresh clothes, change into them.”

you quickly do as your told and change into the clothes in front of him. after you’ve finished changing you stand before him with your head down, not daring to make eye contact. the room is deadly quiet before he finally speaks up again.

“pet..” his voice is soft, it catches you off guard. tears well in your eyes as you collapse to your knees and begin to beg for forgiveness in your failure to protect him.

“enough groveling. i am fine, you are not in trouble my pet.”

a wave of relief washes over you. asirel cups your cheek with his free hand, stroking your cheek and providing you with temporary comfort before taking it away.

“you’ll do better next time.”

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hii love!

could i request john x reader (platonic ofc) within the perfect storyline that you created?

ive always wondered what happened to aurelio when the reader thought he abandoned her while he was just trying to protect her. maybe they have met after john died and he apologized and maybe reader forgives him??? i just need to know he is not the bad guy 😭

thank youu

It'll All Work Out

♤ Summary: Reader gets closure she never knew she needed from Aurelio. The series

♤ a/n: You're right my dear anon, he was never the bad guy. Reader was just a baby who needed someone to blame at the time. This one's really short but it has a bittersweet tone that I love and I hope you enjoy it too!

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You ended up staying in Berlin for three months, learning all that you could from those in the Ruska Roma about John’s childhood. You decided that it was time to go back when you realized the first year death anniversary was fast approaching.

Though you could use the comfort of your new family, you’d never forgive yourself if you weren’t with him on the day. You wanted to do something special for him, some part of you hoping he sees your gift from wherever he is.

You took Dog’s leash off, letting her rub against his headstone as you reached for the packet in your pocket. You sprinkled the wildflower seeds around his and Helen’s graves, giving them something that would come back each year, never leaving them.

You were moving the knife he gifted you back into place when you heard steps behind you, quick to turn you held it threateningly before becoming shocked at the person you never expected to see in front of you.

“Aurelio?” You faltered before dropping the knife completely. The man gave an awkward, unsure smile, “look at you, not so little anymore.” You stood from the ground, calming Dog with a pet as she watched him anxiously.

“That’s what seven years does.” He winced at your blunt tone and you felt bad, not intending for him to feel guilty. By now you’ve grown to realize why he had sent you away. “Look I-”

“It’s okay, Aurelio. I don’t blame you, you saved my life by bringing him to me.” It seemed he’d been carrying the guilt for a while by the way he slightly got choked up. He cleared his throat, stepping beside you to look at his grave.

“Loving father, huh?” For once the tears that stung at your eyes weren’t from a place of pain, rather one of remembrance, something you thought you had surely lost three months prior. “He was the best one I could’ve ever asked for,” you turned towards him, “I was too lost before to thank you.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.” The sarcastic snort you let out had him raising an eyebrow, “I was a mess.” You explained to him your journey with grief for the past year, struggling to move on and almost falling back into the underworld, your panic with forgetting, your arguments with Caine and Winston.

“Why do you have to find someone to blame?” It startled you slightly, how easily he revealed to you another direction your grief was driving you to. If it wasn’t yourself, it was Winston or Caine. Why did you need someone to put at fault?

“I don’t want to be angry at him.” Aurelio sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, still seeing you as that feisty fourteen year old who had a talent for stealing. “You’re too hard on yourself.”

For the first time you allowed yourself to seek comfort from somebody that wasn’t John, from the man who had also chosen to let you go to protect you, a recurring theme it seems. “You seem different. Like him.” The passive comment brought a smile to your face, reminding you how Katia told you he lived on through you. You were glad that someone saw it too.

“Do you have any regrets?” He asked. You thought back to all the pain, loneliness, confusion, grief. But you also thought back to when you were loved. That made it all worth it ten times over, “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

You called Dog over to put her back on her leash, inviting Aurelio out for a memorial lunch for John. He agreed, stepping back to allow you room for your goodbyes. You leaned forward, softly kissing his grave, “I’m doing better now.”

With a parting touch you left feeling more fulfilled after gaining closure, healing a wound that had added to your suffering, one that now left a scar, a memory.

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CW: MC heat exposure/saved by paramedic, public smut. MDNI. 4K Words.

These blue beaches remind me of my home, freedom, and him… That Blue Man.

If someone were to ask Calliope how she came to be, she’d tell you she didn’t remember, just like every other time. Calliope’s earliest memories were of that beach in Mableshore.

The waves there were always a little intense, and few surfers would stay when the water would get worse.

Calliope wore a little bikini she didn’t remember purchasing, it was scarlet red. She sat under the shade of an umbrella, holding her volleyball and waiting for the weather to clear.

Her skin had darkened a bit in the coastal sun, but it was still Calliope. Her hair no longer blonde, but now a ginger red… how much time had passed since killing Arthur, she was unsure of.

In the distance, she saw a surfer still riding the waves. The water was slightly high at the time, with the surfer still seemingly gliding through it effortlessly.

He relaxed a bit as he turned his board towards the shore, trying to ride it standing up along the rough waves for as long as possible. He held it for several feet, ultimately settling down onto the board and finishing his swim to shore.

Calliope turned her eyes away from the man and took some fruit out of a container, having some for herself. She had a cube of watermelon, followed by a grape and a strawberry.

Her green eyes scanned the beach after a few minutes, seeing if the waves and winds had calmed down enough to play volleyball.

It looked peaceful enough, so she stood. Calliope patted as much sand off her body as possible, and made her way along the beach to the net.

Since she was by herself, she was planning on just practicing her serves. She wanted to enjoy her new life and just tried to distract herself. Remembering what she did to Arthur was hard.

Still, the memories of all the men lived on. Calliope suffered from endless nightmares, and whimsical dreams, consistently. She couldn’t let go of her love for them.

While she had chosen to walk away from Lazarus out of fear, she had never stopped loving him. Now, she was the furthest she’d ever been from his environment and she wondered if he could feel that distance.

The last time she saw Lazarus was inside Cain’s penthouse. He was promising to find her again, saying he loved her. How was he feeling now? And why could she never stop thinking of him?

And Jasper… All she hoped was that if Jasper was right, if there was a God — she hoped that he had asked for forgiveness in his final moments and that he wasn’t really stuck in Purgatory like she had seen when Arthur tried to drown her.

Calliope wished for him to have entered Heaven, where he could just relax for once and live like he wanted. Hell was what the man spoke of fearing in life, so she hoped he wouldn’t have to face disappointment in death.

Even if sometimes he did deserve it.

“Hey!” A man’s voice shouted, forcing Calliope out of her recollections and lackluster volleyball practice, “I’m an EMT. Are you alright?”

She blinked, not sure of what he meant. Then, she felt her face and it was hot to the touch. Her skin was burning, “sorry… I didn’t notice…”

As she said this, she turned to see the man. He was much taller than her, with tanned skin, crystal blue eyes, and black hair. The dark beach, the palm trees, and the cloudy blue sky were his home.

But, everything started to spin for Calliope, and she saw the world begin to darken, her head felt heavy. All she heard as she passed out was the man’s voice, calling out as he caught her, “Ma’am!”

The man moved her into the shade, where he quickly worked on getting her to wake back up. He fanned her and continued to check her pulse through her neck, speaking to her, “I’ve got you, okay? Wake up, I’m here for you…”

Her face was starting to go back to her normal color, the red beginning to fade. Slowly, Calliope shifted and moaned as her eyes opened.

She saw the man’s blue eyes first, and she thought they were the sky.

Her heart raced as she came back, as his face became clearer in her view. His dark hair was swept to the side, his clear blue eyes looked at her only with concern, “hi there, how do you feel?”

Her green eyes swelled with tears, “I’m sorry, that’s so embarrassing, I didn’t realize how hot I was getting.”

He looked taken aback and quickly shook his head, “no, don’t apologize. There were clouds on you most of the time, but towards the end they had moved. You turned and faced me after a serve, your face was blood red so I knew I had to check on you.”

“Thank you for checking on me,” she told him, honestly, as the tears fell without her permission. She went to wipe them off, but her arms were shaky and weak.

The man’s fingers were on her cheeks, and he rubbed the tears away slightly, looking into her eyes, “don’t cry… I’m Beau Emerson, what’s your name?”

He pulled his hands away as she responded, “Calliope Marlowe, nice to meet you, Beau…”

Beau thought she looked familiar, but it was her voice and eyes that gave it away for him. She had been Ember Conrad and now she was Calliope Marlowe, what a chameleon.

The man encouraged Calliope to have some more of her fruits, picking the container up for her and holding it out, “I can hold it while you eat, your hands are still a little shaky.”

Calliope nodded her head, picking some strawberry pieces, eating those, then moving onto some watermelon. She finished snacking on a few pieces of grapes, “have whatever you want, too, Beau.”

Beau grabbed some grapes too, ate them, then reached for some strawberry at the same time as Calliope, “sorry, you have it, you need it more than me.”

Calliope thanked him, and ate the strawberry.

Beau had some more pieces of watermelon, and started to ask her questions. He didn’t bombard her, but they went back and forth for several hours as the day got darker.

Calliope realized pretty early on that this was the same paramedic from Carcos, but she couldn’t lie to herself. She was attracted to him, and the more they talked, the more her mind felt alive again.

“So, you were born on the island of Olahia,” his clear blue eyes expressed his surprise, and he smiled at her, “I’ve heard its gorgeous but never gotten to meet someone from there.”

“I haven’t been back in a long time, though,” Calliope commented, lowering her eyes and rubbing her legs in an effort to soothe herself, “Where are you from, Beau?”

“Sunwoods… have you ever heard of it?” the man looked out at the beach, making note in his mind of the time and the approaching darkness.

“Yeah, actually,” the girl nodded her head and looked up at Beau, trying to figure out if she had seen him when she was there but not remembering, “why did you leave Sunwoods?”

“I would call it family conflict… If you ask my parents, I’m sure they’ll have another story,” the man laughed slightly then met Calliope’s green eyes, and stopped to smile at her.

The young woman felt her skin burning and her heart racing, so she turned her eyes away from him and looked at the cove-like beach of little Mableshore, “this is a good place to run away to.”

The ocean was a dark blue, but Beau’s eyes were baby blue even as the darkness of night began to settle around them.

The man looked around, then back at her, “I’m sorry, it’s so dark. I can walk you back to your place.”

Calliope nodded her head, preparing herself to stand just as Beau got back on his feet. He looked down at her and reached his hand out to her.

For a moment, she froze staring at his hand, but when she looked in his face she saw a soft smile and the kindest eyes, “I got you, I’m here.”

Her skin felt like it was burning up again. She reached her hand up to his, her hand dwarfed in his, and he pulled her to her feet easily.

He took his time to get her up, though, like he didn’t want to startle her head.

When she finally stood up beside him, she was a foot shorter than him. Calliope’s eyes went up to Beau’s and he looked down at her as a smile stayed on his face.

His smile was so warm, but he pulled his hand away from her when he got her to her feet, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in anyway, Calliope. I’ll walk with you and leave when you get to your place.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” the girl smiled at him but dropped her eyes to remember the trail back to her apartment.

Before long, the two were walking along the path back into the main part of Mableshore. Half the buildings were houses along one side of the beach, and the other were streets of wall-to-wall apartment homes.

Beau would ask her questions about herself, telling her more about himself as well, and walked beside her like an ominous message to strange men.

He made her feel comfortable and seen, in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her attraction for him was building, with Calliope feeling as if she had to have him.

Yet, she wondered if he was attracted to her or if he was only being nice.

She looked at him for a moment as they walked, and he made eye contact with her, smiling and asking her, “so if you could go anywhere in the world do you think it would be back home to Olahia?”

Calliope was so surprised, but she saw the beaches of her island in his eyes and she blushed as she felt herself begin to flirt, “your eyes make me feel like I’m there.”

“Damn, yeah… I’d go back in time and used that on you earlier,” Beau felt like this was all so much better than he could have asked for, he looked into her green eyes and smiled differently than before.

Before, his smile was sweet. It wasn’t malicious or evil now, but it was almost hungry and needy.

He dropped his eyes, catching himself as he got out of hand, “I can’t think of anyway to be as smooth as you, just know I’m into you but I know this is your world.”

“My world?” Calliope raised her eyebrows and looked up at Beau as she crossed her arms, “care to elaborate?”

“I’m just saying I won’t be disrespecting you,” Beau explained, but his eyes ran along her face and focused on her eyes, “I like just being around you.”

The girl blushed and decided she had enough of playing with him. She reached up, clutching his loose shirt in her hands, pulling him close and standing on her toes.

She pressed her lips to his.

Beau closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, spreading her lips with his own. His hand ran along her body for a moment, but he caught himself, “if you want me to stop, tell me.”

Calliope nodded her head, kissing him again. She closed her eyes and melted into his lips, opening her mouth for his invading tongue.

Her hands were pulling along the buttons of his short sleeve shirt, but Beau opened his eyes as he remembered they were still on the sidewalk.

He pulled her into a water drainage area along the streets and continued to kiss her as they were out of sight. Beau took her bikini top off, his eyes running along her breasts, “you’re gorgeous, Calliope.”

“Are you actually attracted to me?” the girl asked breathlessly, her green eyes wandering along his face for any hint of deception.

Beau laughed, kissing her hotly as his hands groped her breasts, then greedily ran down her body, “more than attracted. You’re the kind of woman that stops the world.”

She smiled but raised her eyebrows, “I thought it was my world.”

The man nodded his head, watching as the girl finished pulling off all the buttons in his shirt to reveal his muscular frame. He was tanned and strong, tall and handsome…

Beau was everything she wanted.

“I want you to feel me,” he took her by the wrist, but she happily let him, and he pressed her hand over his swim trunks where she felt his rock hard rod, “this is what you do to me.”

“How big are you?” Calliope asked as her eyes widened, her hand moving along the imprint of the shaft to try and figure it out herself.

“10 inches,” Beau stared into her eyes, then cleared his throat, “you’re real small. Would I be torturing you by putting that much inside of you?”

She nodded her head, her ginger hair flowing around her in beach waves, but her hand was obviously still very busy feeling him, “absolutely you would be.”

The man nodded his head, but scanned her face and eyes. The hunger he had shown in his smile earlier was all over her eyes, and the two did desire one another equally.

Beau couldn’t help but crack another smile, pressed his lips to hers and let his shorts down.

One hand was groping her ass, the other hand was wet and on his shaft now, “you’d like it though. That’s the problem, isn’t it? We both want it so bad.”

Calliope tore her face from his and dropped to her knees in front of his 10 inch cock. Her green eyes were a whirlwind of wild desire, and she happily wrapped her lips around his tip.

She ran her tongue in circles around his tip, then slurped up his entire shaft, allowing him to thrust his 10 inches as far down her throat as possible.

At first, Beau couldn’t fit it all in her mouth with Calliope gagging a little, but after a few seconds the man figured out an angle and got all of it down the girl’s gagging throat.

He closed his eyes from the pleasure, but pulled out to make sure she got to breathe from the gagging.

The girl immediately pulled him back towards her, begging for more, so he did it again and again and again. When he pulled out, it was because he was fed up…

He wanted her so bad.

Beau tossed Calliope onto the wall, smacking her ass and pulling her cover up shorts off. He saw her little red thong and admired her ass in it, before getting it off too.

He knelt down to taste her pussy, facing in such a way so that his nose was at her clit and his tongue was buried in her wet pussy.

The man was convinced that he fell in love with her in that moment, that the taste of her alone was enough to make any man go insane and fall helplessly in love with her.

His tongue swirled inside of her, looking for her g spot while he rubbed his nose against her clit to stimulate her, but he breathed out some words against her pussy, “you taste just like honey.”

The pleasure Calliope felt was unreal, with the girl rolling her eyes helplessly as she felt every nudge of Beau’s nose or the feeling of his devious tongue, “fuck, Beau… ahhh…”

Beau continued until the girl was near crying from the deep orgasmic feelings he gave her and then he pulled away quickly, standing up to insert himself into her, “get ready and tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

The girl felt herself swoon, leaning her head back to listen to him, then she felt his tip start to enter her.

Calliope leaned into the excitement, the wildness, the randomness of everything that had happened. She closed her eyes, her pussy opening up for him to continue entering.

He spread her apart, but all ten inches found room inside of her with the girl moaning once he filled her up, “Beau… oh… fuuck…”

The man started getting into a rhythm. His thrusts were going deep, all the way inside of her, at a steady pace.

For him, it felt amazing inside of Calliope. Her walls gripped around him, her pussy wet as she accepted all of his inches and she was tight in such a good way.

She tossed her hair out of her face, and Beau’s eyes wandered along the ginger strands, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a natural red head.”

Calliope tried to respond, but as she opened her mouth to answer, Beau’s thrusts began to speed up. The girl’s only response was turned into loud moaning.

He pushed deeper inside of her, pressing against her cervix in several pounding strokes. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her lips while he continued his aggressive thrusting.

That summer night was hot and dry, with the ocean smell everywhere. The heat against Calliope’s skin was from a day of hot temperatures, but also from a burning fire that her and Beau had started to cultivate.

She realized just seconds before he was about to cum, that she was off of birth control. Her lips quivered as she pulled away from Beau, she looked into his blue eyes.

“Your eyes drive me crazy… please don’t cum inside my pussy,” her hips were rocking along his cock, meeting every thrust happily as she looked into his eyes, and she cooed sweetly, “please cum in my mouth, Beau…”

“Yes, Honey,” Beau’s desire caught up to him, so he kissed her with an open mouth before pulling away suddenly.

Calliope turned quickly, squatting down to take his cock down her throat. Her eyes closed as she began to pleasure his shaft as if it was still in her pussy.

Beau groaned quietly, holding onto her by the hair, and pushing his hips deeper into her throat as he came.

His cock pulsated with cum for several seconds, and Calliope was collecting the cum in her mouth to swallow it all at once, her eyes were showing her intense pleasure.

The entire sexual interaction with Beau had Calliope in a state of orgasmic bliss. There, as he finished cumming in her throat, she came even more.

When Beau was done cumming, he pulled out of her mouth slowly and watched her for a second.

Calliope was holding onto his arms as he helped her stand from the ground but she opened her mouth to show him all his cum. She swallowed it all just as the man pulled her up into another deep kiss.

Beau kept kissing her, but grabbed her clothes and helped her get dressed again, “I’m sorry I let myself get carried away.”

“That’s one way of putting what I started,” the girl teased him, trying to remind him that she was into him.

But, she noticed hesitance in the man’s expression.

Beau knew who he was and he was starting to learn who she was. He didn’t want to stop learning about her, he wanted to be around her, but, “I’m going to be working until next Saturday.”

“Saving lives for an entire week. You should be proud of yourself,” Calliope smiled at him and continued leading him to her apartment.

When she looked at him, she noticed pain in his baby blue eyes. The girl took his arm in hers and looked up at him sweetly, “you look all sad, Blue Boy.”

There’s a crushing silence where loves a disease. Like a fever it grips me, like a lover it holds.

Beau finally cracked a smile, his eyes lighting up slightly, but that was only because he was so enthralled by her. She was perfect for him and he wanted to be half as good for her, “I am slightly. You deserve more of my time, and you know I need more of yours.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” she told him honestly, but held his hand in hers, “I’d be so happy to give you more of my time.”

“Next Sunday, before sunrise, I’m picking you up and we’re going to the beach,” Beau made the plans with conviction, looking into her green eyes with his crystal pools.

Calliope smiled sheepishly but tore her eyes away as they started approaching the door of her place, “I’m home. Thank you, Beau. Sunday for sure.”

“Do you have a cellphone?” the man curiously asked. His voice was tender and sweet. Despite that, he was tall, strong, and almost scary?

Not to Calliope. He was so calm, he was so gentle. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of.

She shook her head, “no, I don’t… I’ve honestly been blacking out every so often. I barely remember the last few weeks.”

Beau frowned sympathetically as he patted his pockets for his wallet. Once he had it, he opened it up and pulled out six hundred dollars, “here. This should hopefully be enough for you to get a phone. Could you bring me a pen and paper?”

Calliope nodded her head. She opened the door with her key and disappeared inside the house for a few minutes, coming back out with it, “I can’t take your money…”

The man shook his head, folded the bills and put them into her hand as he took the notepad and pen, “here’s my number. Go get yourself a phone and a data plan tomorrow, and text me.”

The girl opened her mouth in protest, “you gave me too much money… I’m going to just give it back to you when I see you again.”

“I’d prefer you give yourself to me the next time I see you. Keep the money, we’ll talk soon,” Beau smiled down at the girl and then leaned forward, kissing her on the lips.

Calliope leaned forward into the kiss, opening her lips, then pulling away as she looked up at him, “I’ll see you, then.”

The tall man started walking backwards along the street, his eyes were still on her, “I gotta watch you go inside and lock the door.”

I will never get used to you.

Her heart fluttered, she felt lost in his eyes. Calliope couldn’t believe he was real and she wanted to watch him disappear, but he was a gentleman.

She smiled at him, swooned internally as she walked into the apartment, and locked the door behind her.

For a second, she just paused and listened in the silence of her home. She could hear Beau’s footsteps disappearing along the street.

The heavy sounds of the giant, kind man that had fucked her roughly yet treated her so sweetly.

She set his money and the notepad with his number down on the coffee table, about to walk away when she felt butterflies in her stomach.

Returning quickly to the table, she immediately noticed there was a note. She knelt down and read it in her head, her heart racing while her face started to burn.

Beau wrote: I can’t wait to see you again

Calliope memorized the note and his number that night.

HE'S HEREE!!! ahhh I'm so happy, I've been so excited to tell Beau's story but I kept putting his story later and later in the series because I knew his story would be worth the wait.

Let me know whatever you think of him <3

SONG REFERENCES

Haze by Amber Run

Never Stop (Wedding Version) by SafetySuit

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vechter · 4 months

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for the “top 5” ask game! -> top 5 characters/relationships, top 5 books or quotes, top 5 songs, and top 5 smells :)

omg this is gonna be soooo difficult ily for asking me soooo many <3

characters:

1) dick grayson my absolute fav boy ever. his brand of mental illness and neurotic control-freakism captured my heart n soul unfortunately and i have been unable to be normal about him since (in that, i, too, am like bruce wayne). he learned to walk on sawdust, his first word was rube! he was never going to be a normal, well-adjusted, white picket fence guy. he's a performer, and even those closest to him fall prey to his act. he had the worst imaginable thing happen to him as a kid and one man saved him from that grief eating him alive (could u be normal about ur pseudo-father/brother/mentor figure if he did that for u?) and he will spend the rest of his life making sure the same doesn't happen to anyone else. 2) roy harper my fav dad ever. his daughter saved him from the worst of his impulses. when ollie was dead, he liked to pretend ollie was off on another road trip and then just got mad that ollie left him behind. as usual. his aim is true and so is his heart. he doesn't miss. everything is a weapon in his hand. he loves lian more than anything in the world. he will do right by her. he can't help but love the mother of his child bc where would he be without her? 3) dick grayson and bruce wayne you've seen my web weaves i am not normal about their relationship. they're both changed irretrievably for knowing each other. it isn't always for the better. sometimes, nightwing is the only thing i think i did right. you make a vow to a man like a god when you're a grieving, orphaned kid and you devote yourself to it to a degree it's debilitating. you will never recover from that kind of devotion. dick used to make him laugh. after the fight. you look at your robin, forever your boy, your son and you miss the times when you were the dynamic duo. it's hard to be around each other for that. your father has never let go of anything without leaving claw marks. i could go on and on sadly 4) dick grayson and donna troy you've loved each other your whole lives. you think you were born knowing each other. no one can hurt you or love you the way they seem to. losing donna broke something fundamental in dick. he walked her down the aisle on her wedding day. he loves her in each and every universe because she's donna. platonic, co-dependent, insane. truly the dynamic of all time. 5) cassandra cain. you are your father's daughter. but you are also your mother's daughter. you would choose being perfect for a year over a life-time of being mediocre. you killed a man when you were a child and you will never forgive yourself for it. you will save anyone, even if they don't deserve to be saved. especially, then. some people can't tell where it hurts. they can't stop howling. character of all time truly i stuck to dc for this but honourable mentions to those in other fandoms: shiv roy, succession- she is her father's daughter and it's the worst and best thing to happen to her. her entire world of a father.

clarke griffin, the 100- sometimes there are no bad guys, just good people making bad choices. you save your people, over and over. it's a thankless job. but you do it anyway. you are a doctor and a killer. you know which one you don't want to be.

elena gilbert, the vampire diaries. what price are you willing to pay for those you love? is there a price that is too high? would you even know it? you are a girl monster doppelgänger. your story was always going to end this way.

percy jackson. i imprinted on him as a teenager and he will always have a soft spot in my heart. angry boy with a heart of gold. the sea takes.

sally draper and betty draper, mad men. when sally said "i am so many people" i fear she changed my brain chemistry irrevocably. i will never be normal about her or her dynamic with either of her parents. i'm going to do quotes bc i truly don't think i could pick 5 books. i wouldn't even know where to start but here are some quotes in no particular order:

"Sometimes I see the real God, in a wide-hemmed butcher’s apron, wiping his hands and trembling. It’s your cut, he says. Fry it, eat it raw. I don’t care. My line is too long for these kinds of games. Look behind you. All of those people know what they want.”

— mike young, none of it grace

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

— richard siken

the worst thing about love is i remember it. i walk around all day thinking: i’m going to die in the universe you loved me in. i get so jealous of euthanized dogs.

— june gehringer, i love you, it looks like rain

I am always moving toward you. On my bad days, I say to myself: “then you.” Sure, this now. But then you.

— trista mateer, “laugh lines” in the dogs i have kissed

So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

— robert frost, nothing gold can stay

phew. that was way more difficult than i anticipated. there are so many that I think about way too often. top 5 songs is unfortunately impossible for me to do. i avg 150,000 min listening to music on spotify for my wrapped. i spend way too much time listening to music, and even if you asked me to pick based on specific categories like top 5 rap songs, top 5 songs that give you immense nostalgia, top 5 songs with phenomenal lyrics, etc, i would be stunned into immediate mental paralysis i just can't sorry ily

top 5 smells, in no particular order:

the smell of petrol (i knooow but something about how sharp and overpowering it is. it just hits right somewhere), clean sheets (u know when u can smell how crisp and fresh they are? even without a strong-smelling detergent), emblem by mont blanc, daisy by marc jacobs (i am forever lamenting they changed the scent slightly) and the smell of the first rain (i live in a mostly desert-y, arid city now so the way the ground feels and smells after the relief of rain, it's amazing, show-stopping even)

#I spent waaaaay too long on this. but ily tumblr user ekleiipsis for asking sooooo many <3 #asks

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xcinnamongirl · 2 years

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walls have ears | fem!reader x Jake Hangman Seresin

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x wife!commander!mitchell!reader

Reader is higher rank than Jake, y/n has a rank of commander, while Jake is lieutenant commander. Reader and Jake are top gun instructors.

summary: a group of pilots in training disrespects y/n behind her back, unfortunately for them her husband Jake hears everything and confronts them about it.

Warnings: swearing, threating, sexism, mentions of body image, questioning authority, mentions of getting ranks through sexual actions, mentions of pregnancy (it's mentioned that reader is pregnant) I think that’s it, if I forgot about something, then comment about it, I’ll add it.

author's note: go easy on me english's not my native language, and i know shit about navy, so forgive me, feedback will be appreciated

After the uranium missions your actions were appreciated, every participant gain a rank, meaning that maverick finally became a captain, y/n a commander and others lieutenant commanders.

Jake was the proudest, he even asked admirals to let him pin your new badge for you, permission obviously was granted with no second thought. Your husband cried a little, but he would never admit that, although everybody saw but choose to ignore it and let you have your moment.

Now though your at the end of your first trimester of pregnancy, and you’re starting to show. At the beginning you needed to retreat form active duty, with that Jake asked for permission to retreat with you (we love a supporting hubby). Admiral Cain offered you a job at top gun academy.

While Jake was teaching air combat, you obviously couldn’t fly, so your job was to introduce them to the newest technologies, about enemy fighters fleet etc.

You loved your new job, it was fun to talk about planes, g-forces, technologies, but students didn’t wanted to share your enthusiasm.

Some of them was really rude to you, disrespecting even, but you tried to blame pregnancy hormones, you thought you’re overthinking it. But boy were you wrong.

Jake was walking down the hall, dismissed from his meeting early to take you to the doctor. At first he thought, he wasn’t hearing it right, he couldn’t think that someone can say such words about his wife, his y/n.

“wondering who she had to bang for this position”, “and her rank? Mate, a woman and commander, that’s a joke, this cancel itself”, “saw she’s pregnant, wondering who’s the father”, “this whole academy treats her like some fucking princess, everybody might be the possible father”, “what about the admirals, maybe Cain banged her”, “one thing about her being pregnant is cool, she’ll finally grow some tits”, ”that’s a joke that the whole squadron is a rank lower than that stupid whore”

In that moment Jake lost his shit, he was furious. “Good afternoon gentleman, I accidentally overheard your conversation, and I have to make some things clear. You don’t get to shit-talk about your instructor, your commander, she’s few ranks fucking higher than you, you should respect her, and remember to never talk like that about any instructor on academy ground, because the walls have ears”. Jake didn’t even care that he shouldn’t swear to his trainees.

“That ‘whore’ as you said gain the commander badge for saving lives of the whole squadron, without her everyone would be dead, she deserved it in the first place and you’re not the ones to question that decision” he took a couple of deep breaths to prepare for the worst part so far.

“Also I would appreciate not to call my wife names such as whore, challenge her authority by wonderings about how she has gotten this job, how she would have to bang someone, don’t disrespect my woman, both mine and yours commander, and the daughter of captain Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick.”

“Mate, your woman is higher than you, what a loser” one of the trainees said.

“When you’ll finally grow some balls, you’ll understand that a real man cherish his woman, I respect her dearly, for me it doesn’t matter if she’s higher or lower than me, it’s my job to stand beside her though everything.”

“And I’ll see you in Admiral Cain’s office to talk about your disgusting behavior, with the presence of me, my wife, her father, and her brother (Rooster).

Said trainees got expelled for academy for disrespecting the honor of commander y/n Seresin.

#jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #female reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun hangman #hangman fic #headcanon

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patchworkorphan · 10 months

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The Immortal Hunter: part one

Heath stalked up the marble steps to the ostentatious mansion. The annual masquerade party was in full swing, the smell of blood permeating the air was intoxicating, and for a moment just outside the open doors Heath hesitated. Slowly closing his hands into fists and opening them again. It occurred to him that he could leave, and the idea was all too enticing.

Maybe coming here was a mistake.

“May I take your jacket, sir?” Heath looked at the servant and was glad for the red mask obscuring part of his face, it would make the night go smoother.

Though the servant wore a full faced decorated mask, through the eye holes Heath’s maroon eyes met blue ones staring back at him.

Human. Interesting.

“That’s quite alright, thank you.”

“Of course, Mr Cain. Mr Felix has been expecting you and would like a private audience as soon as you have mingled.”

“Would he now?” Heath asked, going to stand beside the servant leaning against the wall and pulling out a metal case of cigarettes.

He clicked his fingers lighting the cigarette between his teeth and took a drag, as he watched the boy from the corner of his eyes.

“What’s your name?” He asked, and the boy hesitated.

“Forgive me, Mr Cai –”

“You can call me Heath.”

“Of course. Forgive me, Heath, but with all due respect you’re a vampire… if I tell you my name- well, I’ve heard the stories.”

Heath let out a snort of laughter, looking at the boy plainly now.

“Smart boy.”

“In this line of work, I have to be.”

Heath smiled, taking a long drag then offering the cigarette to the boy.

“Do you smoke?”

“No sir.”

“Good lad. Smart lad,” Heath said genuinely, then cocked a brow. “Not smart enough to be as far as possible from a vamp party, though?”

The boy swallowed and looked away from Heath’s penetrating stare.

“What do you owe Felix?”

“Umm…”

“You don’t reek of any thrall,” Heath began, exhaling a lungful of smoke into the cool night air. “Which either means you’re in debt –”

The servant hesitated. “The party is in full swing inside, sir.”

“I’m aware,” Heath said easily, humour lacing his voice. “Full of loathful bloodsuckers like me who eat people like you. So, either- you’re one of Victor’s pets waiting to be turned, which I’m guessing not because you knew not to tell me your name… Or you owe him something. Feel free to correct me.”

The servant said nothing for a moment. Then faltered. A dip of the head. Then back to their rigid posture, head held high.

“Family?”

“How –”

“It’s always family that fucks you. Whether you like them or not,” Heath said, throwing the cigarette to the floor. Crushing it beneath his shoe. “You live a few centuries; you see the same mistakes. I’m not saying your family isn’t worth it. I’m just saying, there will be no thanks for your sacrifice. For the years you give up.”

“You say that as if you know from experience.”

Heath smiled again, winking at the servant. “Like I said, smart boy.”

With that Heath pushed off the wall, fixing his suit jacket and mask before turning to the servant, extending a hand.

“If all goes well, I hope I never see you again,” he said, and the boy looked as if he had just solved all his problems. Like his words had somehow lifted an invisible weight from his shoulders.

“I hope so too.”

Heath nodded, taking a deep breath before breaching the doors of the building.

*~*~*~*~*

“Ah, if it isn’t Chaos himself, hmm?” Heath turned and saw the familiar face of an elegant woman strutting towards him. Wicked grin painted in red, hair immaculate as always and delicate hands outstretched to greet him.

Heath took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Celeste, is it me or do you get more gorgeous with the centuries?”

“Oh darling, it’s not just you. I age like a fine wine.”

Heath chuckled, letting her lead him through the crowds of blood drunk vampires and love drunk fools who let the vampires tap them like maples.

“When did you get back?” she asked over her shoulder, her sultry tones carried like the word of God on a breeze, making music in his ears as they walked.

“I’m not back,” said Heath, eyes scanning the room for the reason he was here at all. “Just visiting Victor.”

Celeste laughed her beautiful laugh, both scathing and genuine at once.

“What’s so funny?” Heath asked, the Irish accent leaking out when he got defensive.

Celeste turned to Heath then, a manicured hand on his chest as she said with knowing eyes, “everyone knows what Just visiting for you means. No one can seem to get you out of that – oh what is it called again?”

“Ireland.”

“Just the same who seems to have captured your heart. Normally you have to be dragged away,” her eyes narrowed as she looked at his lips. “Just what could it be that’s piqued your interest this time?”

Heath smiled his dazzling smile at her and took her hand in his. “Can’t you just say it’s good to see me?”

“It’s good to see you,” a new voice said. Both Celeste and Heath looked to the left to see the host of tonight’s festivities.

Victor Felix stood to their left, a wine glass of blood in one hand, the familiar hint of a smirk on the corner of his quirked lip. He was dressed in a velvet navy suit, a purple cravat tucked into his wine waistcoat that matched his wine domino mask that had horns growing from the top. The devil himself.

“Felix!” Heath exclaimed, stepping out of Celeste’s arms and went to kiss each of Felix’s cheeks.

“Mio vecchio amico, it’s been too long.”

“Too long indeed.”

“We were just discussing his absence in favour of the Emerald Isle,” Celeste added walking towards the pair, her hand extended to Felix who took it and pressed a kiss to her now gloved knuckles.

“Celeste, gorgeous as always.”

Celeste just hummed, stepping back to be in line with Heath. Heath threw an easy arm around her waist keeping her close as he shot a megawatt smile at Felix.

“How have you been, Victor?” Heath asked, smile only half forced.

“I’ve been… busy,” Felix replied, looking between Celeste and Heath with golden eyes. “Where are my manners, dear boy, you don’t even have a drink! Waiter!”

A waiter appeared in less than a second, with a tray of wine glasses half full of blood. Heath took one, holding it at his side. Celeste took one too with a smile and a thank you, before taking a sip. Felix watched the exchange with calculating eyes, that same amused smile now shining in his eyes.

“I met your boy outside,” Heath said casually, and Felix looked towards him, daring him to continue. “Smart boy.”

“He is,” said Felix bringing the glass to his lips. He paused right before he took a sip, stare cutting through Heath’s and said, “reminds me of you way back when.”

“I was just about to say the same thing. Do you plan on turning him?”

Felix shrugged. “I don’t know yet. Perhaps. It’s always good to keep the sharp ones, Heath. Speaking of… I have a friend I’d like to introduce you to.”

“Do ya now?”

Felix let out a short breath of a laugh, as if there was a joke that Heath wasn’t privy to. “I do. He even asked for you by name.”

“What an honour.”

“You boys are so boring,” said Celeste, stepping out of Heath’s hold. She placed a hand on Heath’s cheek bringing him down into a short, sweet kiss and said, “come find me after you’re done doing business at a party.”

“Of course,” said Heath. Celeste looked back at Felix then.

“Don’t keep him too long,” she ordered, and Felix nodded. Then Celeste turned and disappeared into the crowd once again.

Heath looked to Felix who turned and walked into the crowd, expecting Heath to follow, so Heath did. Through winding crowds, occasionally stopping to greet someone, or someone stopping them to greet Heath and welcome him back.

“It’s good to be home, no?” Felix commented as he led him to the back of the ballroom out towards the gardens. Heath kept his head up, eyes forward.

“I’ve made my own home Felix. It was never here.”

“You wound me. After everything I’ve done for you,” Felix said with a pantomime pout.

“That boy. Outside, the human –”

Felix stopped, stepping in front of Heath, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Let me guess. You’re going to beg me not to turn him.”

Heath shrugged. “Yeah.”

“And what would you do for me?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to stop you from making the same mistake twice.”

Felix hummed, starting to walk again to the balcony overlooking the garden. When they got to the edge, Heath leaned his forearms over the rail looking out over the green expanse below. The garden was his favourite part of Felix’s mansion. It was the one place that was peaceful. When he was human, it was his brief reprieve from Felix and his orders, out in nature with the animals and the insects, the smell of the flowers calmed him. With his vampire senses, everything was too much, and the garden became too bright, too beautiful, too smelly.

“You wouldn’t like a little brother?”

“He wouldn’t like an older one more like,” said Heath taking a sip of the blood. Tastebuds tingling with iron. It was fresh. Heath hadn’t drunk fresh blood in so long.

Felix put his back to the railing looking at Heath from the corner of his eye. “I did miss you, you know,” he said quietly. “Even if you didn’t miss me.”

“Who is this person that wants to meet me? Have you been telling stories about me again?” Heath asked without missing a beat.

Felix cleared his throat, taking a sip of his drink looking back into the ballroom. “His name is Wolfe. Ah, and here he comes.”

Heath turned as Felix stepped away, going to greet Wolfe. He was tall. That was the first thing that struck Heath, that he was tall, taller than Felix. But where Felix was slim, Wolfe was broad. He was muscled to the point of being ripped under his white collared shirt and waist coat. A half smile was on his lips, stubble lined his strong square jaw that went up into his hair line where shoulder length purposefully messy hair lay perfect.

He also wasn’t wearing a mask, Heath noted, eyes narrowing slightly. A loose tie hung around his neck untied, a mask in one hand and his drink in the other.

“Felix,” his voice rumbled smooth. “It’s been too long, mate.”

English accent. Northern. That’s about as much as Heath could discern before Felix led the hulking stranger over.

His eyes were a piercing, opaque grey colour that sent Heath’s mind reeling. He listened for a heartbeat but heard none and when Wolfe outstretched his hand Heath took it robotically and felt no warmth. No pulse of blood. Yet his eyes were grey.

“You must be Cain, Felix’s boy, yes?”

“I’m Heath,” said Heath. Not friendly and not unfriendly. “You’re English.”

“Very astute. You’re Irish.”

“For the weather I am.”

Wolfe let out a booming hearty laugh, hand tightening around Heath’s with mirth. He cupped his other hand around Heath’s and pulled him in close for a hug. Wolfe swamped Heath’s frame, his strength unnatural even for a vampire and for the first time in a long time… Heath was scared.

“Good, good. The weather is shit in our parts, innit?”

“Never any sun to contend with,” Heath laughed, but at the joke or the fact that Wolfe finally released him he didn’t know.

Wolfe’s face levelled into a happy neutral expression. The same expression he walked up to them with. “Sorry about the mask, I didn’t want to greet you without you knowing what I look like.”

Heath glanced at Felix and nearly hated himself for it. Looking to Felix for a command. An order. A silent question. Does he need to take his off too? Heath decided against it because he could, because he was his own man. He didn’t need Felix to tell him what to do anymore.

“Felix told me you’re young. What is it? A couple decades?”

Heath opened his mouth, but it was Felix who answered. “He’s 149.”

Heath shot Felix a look, but Felix just smiled back like a proud father.

“Barely out of your fledgling days!” Wolfe laughed.

“Or maybe you’re just ancient,” Heath said twisting his lips into a smile. He could do this. Don’t show any fear. Play it up. It’s fine.

Wolfe laughed again, some ancient knowing settling into his eyes as he said, “maybe.”

Heath couldn’t hold the stare long, glancing at Felix beside Wolfe instead. “Felix said you wanted to chat with me?”

“Yes. I do. If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all, what about?”

Wolfe fixed Heath with a pinning stare, his grey eyes enthralling Heath just a little bit to keep his attention and for a moment Heath felt his feeble humanity humming in the back of his mind. That primal fear of predator watching prey. The same look Felix set on him when he decided he didn’t want Heath to leave him.

“The immortal hunter.”

Those three words hammered through Heath’s skull, and if his heart still beat, he’s sure it would’ve beat faster at Wolfe’s confident words issued through a cool, casual tone that demanded Heath’s attention with those cold grey eyes.

Heath looked at Felix, mouth open, looking like an idiot and Felix tilted his head – a smile on his lips watching Heath squirm before stepping closer to Heath, and Heath could have preened at the familiarity of his sire so close even after he broke the bond.

“Felix told me you had history with it,” Wolfe continued, his voice a low rumbling drawl, smooth as gravel and gentle like a lion just before it was about to prance. Wolfe tilted his head regarding Heath with inquisitive eyes. “And with the old blood. The ancient blood, of course, that’s what enticed Felix to you in the first place I’m guessing.”

Wolfe glanced at Felix then. “I can still smell it on him, even after he’s turned- what was it, 140 years or so? That ancient blood is always tricky. Especially for a fledgling.”

“I’m not a fledgling anymore.”

“Not to you, perhaps,” said Wolfe eyes going back to Heath. “But when you live as long as Felix and me, a century is nothing but a blink of an eye.”

“So, what do you want with the immortal hunter?”

“Isn’t it obvious, dear boy?”

Heath’s hand tightened harder on his glass. “Obviously not.”

Wolfe hummed, bringing the glass to his lips, and swallowing a gulp of blood. Then he smiled showing his teeth and the blood staining his lips and canines nearly made Heath sick.

Wolfe looked at Felix. “I forgot how impetuous the youth of yesterday can be.”

Felix shrugged, “it can be fun to get them in line.”

“You have the patience of a saint, Felix,” then his eyes slid back to Heath, void of the humour it had been full of before. “I, however, do not.”

Wolfe took a step towards Heath and Heath took one back, his lower back pressing into the rail trapping him, with Felix on his left caging him in.

He felt so small. So weak, so human.

“We should chat, Cain. After everyone is gone, perhaps? Are you staying with Felix while you’re here?”

“No,” Heath said at the same time Felix said, “Yes.”

Wolfe grinned, a big hand clamping down hard on Heath’s shoulder. The grip turned bruising, but Heath didn’t wince. He didn’t flinch. He kept Wolfe’s cruel stare, even when Wolfe’s claws penetrated flesh and cut through his shoulder.

“I like you, Cain,” Wolfe said, withdrawing his hand. He put his mask on finally, and it felt like Heath could finally breathe again.

Wolfe looked at Felix then, “I’ll stay here too if you have a room.”

“Of course,” said Felix his eyes on Heath again. “Don’t disappear on us now, Heath.”

Heath said nothing as he pushed passed Felix, his mind swimming as he stalked back into the ballroom, downing the glass of blood before looking for Celeste. He needed to calm down and she was the only one who could soothe his nerves right now.

*~*~*~*~*

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