longflorence290

[bodyelectr1c]

hiii i have a request can u do austin teasing reader during events pls?

tease

reader has enough of austin’s relentless teasing

a little bit of plot, but majority is just filthy

warnings: smut, teasing, semi public, sort of sub austin? oral (m+f receiving), bathroom ‘sex,’ whiny austin, overstim. probably more but idk

thank you SO much for the request!! i hope i did it justice, but if i didn’t, feel free to ask again, and delve into the idea more, or any other requests y’all have, i’ll try to fulfill them. anyways, enjoy!

you’d been used to austin testing the limits at events; finding a darker corner to quickly paw at your boobs, or subtly brush past you and angle his hips forward in the slightest, pressing his clothed length against whatever you’d been dressed in that night; it was his way of telling you how pretty you looked, and how desperate he was to fuck you into the mattress as soon you you both got home.

the idea of being caught turned him on, without a doubt- but he knew better than to take any of his teasing to another level. his career was unimaginably important to him; it wasn’t up for compromise, and he took pride in the work he accomplished, always feeling a ripple of unabashed confidence whenever complimented by someone- especially you, on his efforts and devotion to the characters he plays,

little did you know how much the praise made him want to fuck you dumb, bury himself deep in you and beg you to tell him how good he was at it. you only took notice of this after he came almost instantly after you somehow thought to bring up a recent award show nomination of his during sex, whining about how you were so proud to have a “famous boyfriend who fucks me so good,” squirming as he drilled your pussy into the mattress.

this made you extra sure to praise him as often as you could in the days leading up to the award show. it boosted his ego in a filthy way, and you relished in the fact that your words had such an impact on him

when the day of the award show finally arrived, and you’d both made your way through a myriad of cameras and interviewers on the red carpet showering austin with compliments of the work on his nominated role. these visibly improved austin’s already ‘over the moon’ mood for the night, and they accompanied the dirty remarks you’d been purposefully making in the last few days, most recently whilst bouncing on his dick babbling about how you were “taking the cock of a hollywood star,” as his eyes rolled back in his head.

you both found yourselves sat in a relatively close proximity to the stage, the table in front of you laden with a dark cloth, which austin immediately took advantage of, putting his hand to work tracing abstract patterns on your thighs through the slit in your sleek dress. you were used to this, and he never took it farther than this, but he was relentlessly needy with all the commendation that had been thrown his way thus far in the night.

in an attempt at subtlety, he brought his hand up from its prior position, and interlocked his fingers with yours, giving you a pleading look before squeezing your hand gently to communicate his sexual desperation to you:

“please baby- please, i need it so bad,”

he whispered against the shell of your ear. you’d decided to leave him almost writhing, not because it turned you on (which it did,) but because you knew how loud he could be, and at this point, after the array of compliments he’d gotten, even touching his cock over his clothes would exude whines and groans too loud to not draw attention to you two.

after sensing that you were not going to comply, he let out a barely audible whine, before resuming his previous task, this time with more vigour, his fingers hastily made their way up your leg and circled your inner thigh. you gave him a disapproving look, but didn’t have the self control to stop him. somehow, nobody had noticed yet, but you were sure your dress looked bunched at the mid riff as he lifted it higher tasking himself with pleasing you, maybe as a reward for complying and feeding into to his recently anointed cockiness.

his fingers pushed past your already scarce underwear, moving it to the side before working his fingers around in painfully slow circles, pushing deeper into your folds progressively.

“austin, stop- fuck, we’re gonna get caught,” you feigned confidence, failing and whimpering slightly as you leaned in his direction.

he only leaned in closer, breath hot against your skin: “can’t help it baby, you’re driving me crazy.”

as he continued his pursuit, it became clear that you were finding it harder and harder to control yourself, letting out occasional hums of pleasure and bringing your hand up to your mouth in a somewhat swift motion to stifle any escaping moans.

to allow himself to get deeper inside you, austin shuffled his chair closer to yours before planting a soft kiss to the corner of your lips, which, to anyone around you, would look like a quick act of endearment. frankly- having a ‘dirty little secret’ turned you on more than you’d like to admit.

his fingers stilled when another person you were too occupied to identify walked up to the your table, commending austin for his hard work, reaching out to shake his left hand all while his right hand remained still on your thigh, glossy with your slick

“thank you,” austin replied with a laugh, voice steady despite the situation unfolding below the tablecloth. “i really appreciate it.”

after they’d walked away, you’d decided you’d had enough teasing and abruptly got up, leaving austin’s hand slapping softly against his clothed leg as he looked up at you, big blue eyes laced with confusion and clouded with lust. he didn’t bother questioning as you mindlessly dragged him to the closest bathroom, figuring you both had enough time before anyone noticed you were gone

“baby, you look so divine i can’t keep my hands off you,” -austin practically melted against your body as he closed the door behind you both, locking it swiftly. he raked your dress up, making sure your skin was always touching in one way or another, hands desperately stroking up and down your thighs. he felt breathless without your touch, and you couldn’t bear to see him upset, drifting your hands up to messily tangle in his hair (his stylist would be sure to write you a personal death threat later)

he panted as he placed sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over your exposed neck. you finally gave him some friction.”i need you so bad baby, please touch me- please.”

untangling one of your hands from his hair, you outlined his prominent bulge through his pants. he stilled.

“fuck- fuck, please baby i need your mouth so bad- fuck!” austin whined, writhing for your touch, your warm mouth, your approval. he was too fucking far gone to narrow it down to one, he just knew he needed every single part of you.

you’d die before denying him, and you slid your hands down his now tight pants as you lowered yourself to the cold tile floor on your knees, before palming him, eliciting a string of praise from a very desperate austin, who, on a whim, grabbed your hand and pushed it harder onto his cock, throbbing with need.

“baby, i know you need it bad, but you gotta be patient,” you reassured him, coaxing him through the incessant yearning his hardness had left him with by finally undoing his dress pants and sliding them down enough to pull out his leaking cock. austin brought his hand to your cheek and cupped your face gently, looking at you with a filthy mix of adoration and lustful desire, eyebrows quirking up softly as your hand brushed against his length.

“i need you now, please pretty girl,”

you wasted no more time, taking his tip, red and leaking with anticipation, into your mouth. you gave him flat tongued licks from the thick shaft to the head as he groaned deeply, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure. it was fucking lewd honestly, and you knew you didn’t have much time before someone came knocking at the door of the small bathroom.

“fuck baby, you’re s’ good, ‘s like you were made for me, your mouth feels s’ good” he was drunk on arousal, words slurring as he babbled barely coherent praises. his fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your head as you took him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his length, the tip red and weeping with precum. the sensation was fucking overwhelming to him, and he bucked his hips forward slightly, unable to control himself.

“god- fuck, yes,” austin let out a breathy groan, his voice a low rumble. “just like that, baby. you’re so perfect, s’ good for me.”

you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him harder, feeling his cock twitch against your tongue. the obscenity exuded from the mix of his desperate whines and groans mixed with the gagging and wet noises coming from you bobbing on his thick cock only brought him closer. you could tell, and you wanted nothing more than to push him over the edge, to make him come undone right there, right then. you moved faster, taking him as deep as you could, your efforts accompanied by austin pushing your head farther on his cock until he hit the back of your throat, your nose nestled in the patch of hair above his shaft.

"please, don't stop," austin whined, his voice high-pitched and desperate. “i need it so bad. pleasepleaseplease.”

you didn't let up, your pace relentless as you took him deeper, faster. his moans turned into almost pitiful whimpers, each sound making you more determined to make him cum. you could feel his cock throbbing against your tongue, the tension building in his body. austin’s breathing grew ragged, his grip on your hair tightening. “i’m gonna cum, baby. fuck, i’m gonna cum.” with a final, deep thrust and a particularly breathy groan, he spilled into your mouth, his moans filling the small bathroom. you swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him, before pulling back and looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

before you could process, austin grabbed you by your wrists and gently pulled you up to your feet with a gentle kiss, pupils dilated and eyes dark with lust and genuine adoration for you. “need to make you feel good, please, you’ve been driving me crazy all night, baby” he whispered against your lips, his hands caressing your body. “wanna make you cum,” he panted against you, hot breath fanning across your skin making you shiver in anticipation.

after lifting your dress with one of his hands, he dropped to his knees wordlessly, warm breath ghosting over your already dripping core, sending shivers up your spine. your panties were fucking soaked, and he audibly groaned at the sight before him, basking in the glory of making you so wet without even touching you. he mouthed sweet kisses on your thighs, sucking and biting marks onto your skin as he used his other hand to tug at the sheer waistband of your underwear bringing it down, prompting you to step out of it. he effortlessly tucked your panties into the pocket of his dress pants after you’d stepped out them, making you moan out of just how dirty this whole situation was.

“austin, please, i need you baby, please touch me.” you whined, desperate to chase your release after seeing how good you’d made him feel.

without hesitation he latched onto you, his tongue moving with loving precision. you gasped, your hands flying to his already tousled hair, trying to keep yourself upright as waves of pleasure washed over you. his tongue worked it’s filthy magic, alternating between gentle flicks at your clit and slow, deep movements inside you. you were a babbling mess, your knees weak as you practically rode his face, his stubble brushing against your thighs as you clamped your legs around his head as much as the position allowed you. he relished in your moans, drinking up everything you were giving him- metaphorically and physically. the obscene noises coming from you, and his tongue swirling around your soaked clit were enough to make him insanely hard again. his hands help your hips gently but firmly to keep you steady, determined to make you cum.

“austin, fuck- i’m gonna cum” you tried to warn him, but the words dissolved into a cry of pleasure as your orgasm swept through you, your body shuddering with the intensity of it. every muscle in your body was tense, hands anchoring themselves in his hair in an attempt at staying upright. your breathing became progressively laboured, and loud- ragged, each inhale and exhale a struggle as you tried to maintain some semblance of control. he made it impossible. his fingers dug into the fat of your thighs occasionally, attempting to ground you the way he held you was almost reverent, as if he was worshipping you, savouring the way your body responded to him. as he continued, he hummed softly against you, vibrations adding another layer to the already intense sensation. his eyes would occasionally flick up to meet yours, displaying a filthy mix of arousal and adoration. something about seeing you like this, completely undone because of him drove him fucking insane; the way your back arched, the way your head fell back, the way your breath hitched with every movement he made—it drove him wild.

your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, your body on the verge of giving out. the sensation was too much, too intense, and you could feel the edges of your orgasm building, threatening to crash over you. you tried to tell austin how close you were, but all that came out was a string of broken moans and gasps. he seemed to understand, though, tongue moving impossibly faster around your swollen bud, more insistent, as if he wanted to draw every bit of pleasure from you.

just as your body decided you couldn’t take it anymore, giving into the stimulation, he changed his technique, skilled tongue pressing flat against your clit and moving in slow, firm circles. the change in pressure and speed was your undoing. your body tensed, every nerve ending on fire, as you finally tipped over the edge. your orgasm hit you in relentless waves, crashing over you, pulling you under. you cried out against austin as your legs gave out, hands clamping around his shoulders. your whole body shuddered, convulsing with the force of it.

austin didn’t stop, didn’t let up, drawing out your pleasure, making sure you felt every second of your release. his tongue continued its assault, gentler now, easing you through the aftershocks, lapping at your clit to catch anything your body would give him. he murmured praises against your skin, voice soothing, grounding. you could feel his hands still holding you, steadying you, as your body slowly came down from its high.

as the waves of pleasure subsided, you were left trembling, weak, your body boneless and sated. austin gently kissed his way up your body, his touch tender, loving. he looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and adoration, his lips glistening with your arousal.

“you taste so good baby, like fucking candy” he whispered, his voice husky, filled with affection. he kissed you hungrily, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, the intimacy and sheer dirtiness of the moment almost overwhelming to you.

with a final, lingering kiss, he helped you back up to your feet, your legs still shaky from the intensity of your orgasm. “we should get back," he murmured, his voice a mix of laugher and satisfaction, a smirk lingering on his face as he chuckled at your fucked out state. “before anyone notices we're gone."

you nodded, still in the process of catching your breath, and began to straighten your dress, smoothing out the wrinkles left by austins desperate touches, and making sure you looked presentable. austin followed suit, his fingers running through his hair, fixing it as best as he could. his eyes never left you, a soft, lingering smile playing on his lips as he watched you.

“you look stunning baby,” he professed softly, his voice filled with awe. “even prettier now; fucking perfect, all for me.”

he opened the bathroom door slightly, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear. satisfied that no one was nearby, he took your hand languidly and led you back towards your table. the sounds of the beginning of the ceremony began to fill your ears, a stark contrast to the obscenities of the bathroom.

as you approached your table, you could see that no one had noticed your absence, the guests engrossed in the ongoing ceremony. you slipped back into your seats, austin's hand never leaving yours. he’d lost all his nerves about winning the award at this point, satisfied that no matter the outcome of the night, he’d fuck you into oblivion as soon as you both got home.

[knightyoomyoui]

Momo x M Reader - "Crazy Stupid Love"

So this is one of my requests and probably the LONGEST one I had to grant because I just realized today that one of my readers made this request since November 2022, so I just want to say my huge apologies to you Dumbledore_1 for taking me too long to finally make this piece. This one-shot is a sequel to my Set 4 Momo x M Reader work titled "Somebody That I Used To Know" so if yall haven't read that one, better do so because you might not understand a little on what this story is about to tell and to give you guys a background from what happened to Momo and the reader's past, although I tackled the main point of this story clearly though. Lastly, I labeled this as only for male reader to feature because the first one also features only male reader, so it might be a weird for the female ones to read this. However, it's still up for my female readers there if you want to imagine yourself as a guy or for others to take place rather for this to aid your curiosities. Here's my Ko-fi account where you can drop your donations or ask for a commission. You can check it out on my Tumblr profile too!  Buy knightyoomyoui a Coffee. ko-fi.com/knightyoomyoui - Ko-fi ❤️ Where creators get support from fans through donations, memberships, shop sales and more! The original 'Buy Me a Coffee' Page. Enjoy reading and have a happy Christmas season, everyone!

YN was shaken as the barrage of stomps and steps coming from the other passengers effectively woke him up. The bus had stopped moving, and he peeked from the window with squinted eyes. There he saw a very familiar view.

A smile crept up on his face, and he followed through the remaining people exiting the vehicle. Stepping out, he grabbed his bag and luggage before the bus left them there at the stop point.

YN started to walk while wandering his eyes around at the surroundings. It never changed, he thought. This is still one of the places where he could get use some time off away from every troubles he's having from the city.

And that being said, YN came here for one specific purpose. He wanted to stay in his province of Daegu for quite some time to help himself allow to recover from his heartbreak and improve his well-being for the better.

He has been disturbed day and night by what Momo revealed to him since their last talk, which was one month ago. It led him to the point where he needed to be delving deeply into reflection about the painful revelation she had brought to light. The next important person in his life to whom he has been closest, Dahyun, became aware of her cousin YN's odd conduct. She made one quick suggestion that she knew would assist her cousin, who is in a mess, knowing that he had recently ended a difficult and unpleasant relationship with Momo. She is a little upset at what her cousin did to her friend, but she still needs to show compassion and kindness for him because he is a loved one. She had always despised those who were internally disturbed by shattered hearts. She is thus making every effort to support Momo and YN during these challenging times. Aside from the fact that he genuinely misses their province, YN paid attention to what Dahyun advised her to do. He packed his belongings and traveled for hours to go to Daegu. His grandfather and other Dahyun's side relatives welcomed him when he got there. They greeted him with open arms upon his return, which undoubtedly helped YN feel at home. Then, after spending months there, he bought a house for himself, which his family allowed him to live in alone. During the months he had to stay apart from everything, he had the opportunity to experience living alone in the heart of such a vibrant and serene environment. even though at first he found it tough because he knew that being left alone is one of his worst fears.

Even so, he still tried to endure all the pain as he knew that he needed this for the sake of taking a rest for himself after what he'd gone through. There's been a saying that you will never heal from the pain if you never consider to give yourself a break.

Those created the thoughts that were unable for him to dodge all the memories that ties him back to his ex-girlfriend Momo. Because of her, it finally had him to slowly reprocess and understood everything wrong that thay had gone through in their relationship.

He had it discover pieces by pieces and he got some help coming from one of his interactions with some of the locals around his place, as he turned himself to be a volunteer to their town as a way to give himself things to distract him and make his time more valuable and less boring.

He walked back and got one for himself to begin eating with the locals, joining the elders, after serving some food to some of the kids seated at the table.

A notification beeped into his phone, causing it to open. He saw it for a second and turned it off, right before one of the elders asked him something.

"Who is that girl?"

He paused on directing his spoonful of food on his mouth as he heard the elder's question. He looked at him who has this curious look presented on him.

You opened the phone again and showed the rest your wallpaper that got seen, your own picture of Momo on the screen.

"Was that your partner?" His grandpa asked, tempting him to a frown on his lips.

He hesitated to answer for a while as he stared at Momo through the phone. Gulping his throat, he cleared his voice before speaking out his answer.

"She was mine."

All of them became quiet and his grandpa felt the sullen mood of his grandson. "Son, the world hasn't been very kind to both of you, hasn't it?"

He shook his head, denying the assumption. "I'm starting to think that it's not like that. It was only her, and i'm her world who didn't treated her well."

One of ahjumma (female elder) furrowed her eyebrows at his claim. "Did you do something wrong on her?"

"I did, ahjumma." He nodded his head, tightlipped at how guilty he was. "I broke her heart. I didn't mean to but I had to. I haven't got to explain it further."

"Was it that huge of an effect on her?" the first harabeoji (male elder) who asked him about Momo took the turn. He sipped on the soup and kept your head lowered.

"She erased my existence on her life, like she never met me." He smiled bitterly. His heart starts to get heavy, emotions were slowly rising up in his chest. "I guess she brought back the favor because I tried to get rid of her, to push her aside, to make her feel unwanted."

He received a slap on the shoulder by his own grandpa, earning a yelp of pain from him. "And how could you do that?! That's a wonderful girl you just had and you wasted it."

"Believe me, YN you've done a terrible mistake of inflicting heartbreak on that poor woman. Take me and your grandma as example. Even if we had many faults and fights in our relationship until she passed away, I never forgot her and I know so as she wherever she is right now.

And how did we do that? By making up to each other. Acknowledge what wrongful acts you have done. And I'm telling you, son; if you really loved that woman you won't let her be like that to you. Be sorry for everything that you did, understand?"

He nodded at his mixture of scolding and advice. "B-but, I'm afraid I might lure her away."

"She may not forget, but she may forgive you if you convincingly say everything from your heart."

The elders gasped and awwed when they saw a teardrop flowed out from his eye, he was so invested at the rant spoke by his grandpa that he didn't even noticed that his guilt urged his emotions to break loose.

"What's her name, son?"

"Hirai Momo." He noticed the slight amazement in his face. "She's Japanese."

"She's pretty, you got a foreign lover who surely looked up at you all the time not until you showed her the opposite." He expressed his dismay. "But I still feel sorry for you, son. Like what you said earlier, it seems like you got lost on the consequences of the stakes that was put upon you on your relationship with her."

"Do you still love her?"

He kept everything of his grandfather's advice in mind during the days that went by, including the last question that was posed to him and for which he is still unsure of the answer. He decided to give it some time for clarity even if there were some residual sentiments. He asked his cousin Dahyun, who is getting ready for their group schedule, a startling question during one of their video chats, even though Dahyun knew she would have it coming.

"Uhm... Dubu, is she there?"

"Who?"

"Momo."

"Yeah, but she went with Nayeon unnie on the cafeteria, why?"

"H- How is she doing, Dahyun-ah?" He questioned with a sorrowful tone.

Dahyun paused for a moment and just watched her cousin's misery displayed on the screen. She knew that until now he haven't gotten over her, but she didn't expected that he would spoke it out and make it known.

She knew YN to be very secretive of how he actually feels that's why she thought he would just rather do it through action, like what he did to Momo when he was loving her smoothly until the confusions took part.

But Dahyun isn't satisfied yet for that. She know that the two still haven't been getting along fine together and she hoped it'll come someday, and she believes that the only thing needed for that to happen is for her cousin to bravely show up and tell it all by himself to the woman he hurted the most.

"She's doing well, oppa. She's still laughing along with us... well we're trying to make her happy these days."

You nodded, relieved that Momo isn't suffering as much as you do today.

"But I don't know if it just because of us, because uhm... actually oppa- should I say it first to you?"

Dahyun's cautiousness grew an alarming tenseful feeling on him that is making him uncomfortable.

"Go ahead, i'll be fine." He said. Dahyun hoped the same. "Okay. Don't tell me you didn't let me be." Dahyun warned him one more time. "There's a guy who's courting Momo-unnie currently and based from how unnie is receiving his efforts, I think it's winning."

He heard enough and he became silent for a while. He knew it would be painful but he just let it sink in. He's the one who caused all of this to happen. It was all just a pure karma in return for him.

"Is that so?" He reacted bland. "That's great. I-I'm happy for the both of them in case... yeah." He smiled forcefully.

Dahyun clicked her tongue and sighed. "Oppa, you're hurting."

"As I should be."

The next days, his phase was on recollecting their memories together, in which he reminisce whenever he encounters something that Momo used to love before; he used to be in that place to witness it with his very own eyes.

Everywhere he goes, there's always one reason for him to remember her.

The kids he always entertain and taking care of. Momo loved children.

"Someday, if we will be lucky enough to get married. I want us to build a family with two kids! I hope we can have both a son and a daughter..."

The pig feet which was one of their foods for dinner. That is Momo's absolute favorite food she would be willing to die for.

"You should cook more jokbal, YN! This is so delicious!"

Their pictures together on his gallery that is almost full of her beautiful face. He opened one of the videos there which contains one of the clips they recorded during their anniversary.

He smiled as Momo kissed him on the lips and nuzzled her head on her neck. The next thing was soft and low, but her voice was always catchy for him to be able to hear it clearly.

This has to be the most anticipating turned devastating words you will ever remember from what she said.

Not only because this was like an oath for the goal to the next path he wanted to reach with her, but also because this will now end up instead in his  imagination to haunt him with his guilt and definitely hers to occur with her desires.

"To more anniversaries and hopefully, a wedding in the future with you, YN. I love you."

Lastly are the peaches in the farm where he helps some of the farmers there to harvest and the dogs from the neighborhood who randomly visits his house were the ones to sum up everything that ties him back to her.

And in his last days in the Daegu province, he has finally see and understand everything clearly.

Before he rode the bus, he looked back at his grandpa who guided him to the bus stop.

"Remember the question you asked me about, grandpa. If I still do... love her?"

"Have you found the answer?"

"I do." He smiled. "And I promise you that I will try to make her hear my apology to her once I return to Seoul."

"Great for you, then. I wish you good luck, son."

They hugged together before they parted ways, with YN focused on his way back to the destination where his objective lies ahead.

A month after his departure from the province, he is back at Seoul where he is now currently looking for a place to work with these days.

Dahyun notified him one day that they'll be celebrating Jihyo's successful solo debut and she wants to bring him there because the girls misses him.

Hesitant at first that he knew that out of nine of them, Momo is the only one who doesn't want to see her, but he instead accepted for the sake of seeing his friends and to celebrate her special day when Dahyun assured him that Momo isn't like that to him anymore.

YN and Dahyun arrived at the restaurant together. The girls saw them from the table and they all cheered, except for Momo who is sitting there in silent and avoiding his sight. He noticed it and felt a bit unease as he entertains the rest.

And there, the two ex-couple finally saw each other again after quite a long time. Awkward at first, they still managed to greet each other when YN tried to test his courage for his plan tonight. Thankfully, Momo greeted him back shyly.

They ordered, congratulated Jihyo again for her success, talked a lot about how they've been doing, and ate their respective delicious foods to savor the precious time they're having together as a group.

As they went to enjoy the night by doing some videoke and chugging beers, YN noticed that Momo went outside to freshen up.

"Dahyun." He called the woman sitting beside her, munching some pizza. "It's time. I'll be right back." He said as they gazed at Momo's back facing them through her stance at the railings of the balcony.

"Be careful, okay? Make it sentimental and don't force if she can't have it all too well."

"Got it."

Dahyun patted him on the back before he stood up and carefully opened the sliding doors. He silently stepped towards Momo's figure, breathing becoming heavy, heartbeat rising rapidly.

He let out one last sigh before he began to confront the woman he wanted to meet and talk after months of waiting, recovering, and changing.

"Momo?"

She heard that familiar voice, she remembered what she told him almost a year ago, prompting her to try not to slip off on her character.

"Now you're just somebody that I used to know, YN."

Turning her body around, she finally has come to face to face with the man she tries to completely forget in her heart and mind.

"Yes?" She responded. It was cold and plain, and YN understand what he's putting himself into. He just had to let it go and proceed with his main intention for her.

"I know you don't want having me near you, but c-can I please just... please have a short moment with you?" He said. "It won't last long, I promise but if you don't want me... then, it's fine but I really wanted to say something very quick to you."

Momo was startled when YN called for him. From the way he acted, Momo is quite intrigued that this version of YN infront of her is now more cautious, kind and soft to her. This is almost like... a different person from the one he used to know-and endure- before.

Momo would be deceiving herself and she knows how awful it is to feel regretful to herself if she lets that, if she doesn't admit to herself that it actually made her convince and push her wants to atleast see or know something of himself in personal.

"Don't waste any more time. Go on." She granted him his request. Crossing her arms, she leaned on the railings and watched this poor, broken, and lonely man she used to hate seeing being like this.

"T-Thank you." He bowed a little and straightened his posture, breathing deeply before he proceed to let out everything he's been keeping to his chest. "I know I shouldn't be in here because I know you're still mad at me. I almost didn't attend but for the girls-"

"For the record, I'm not mad at you anymore." Momo seriously said. "I set it all aside, because like I said... I don't want nothing to do with you. You're a nobody to me now, but I'm just letting you for once as long as you prove what brought youself here with me and dare to come close with me after how we ended things together."

"I know about that, and that's why I'm just here to say one thing that I've never ever said to you.

I'm sorry."

Momo's eyes shut, biting her lip with her fist clenching after hearing that. "I'm sorry for everything. All I did was very wrong of me and I don't want you to force you to believe me but... I didn't intended to do that on you.

"I did love you from the first time I laid my eyes on you, to the time you gave back the same feelings as mine for you, and the beginning of our relationship together. I know I have been gotten cold to you as time passes but I want to clarify things that... it wasn't your fault at all, Momo. It was me."

Momo glared at him with a teary eyes. She hated it, but she had to recall all of the times she had to wonder every night why does this keep on happening and what did she do wrong that made him treat him with lack of affection. She wanted answers for a long time and gladly, the time has come for her to hear it straight away from the man responsible of putting her like that.

"I always wanted to be like you, on what you're doing for me and it's true. But I always look at myself lowly, thinking if what I'm doing rather wasn't enough for you." His voice began to crack, as his eyes became to get watery also from the immense emotions affecting him. "And instead of improving or sharing my worries to you, I chose rather to set you free from me. I did that, thinking it was for mercy but instead it looked like I wanted you to suffer more and it was so... so wrong for me to do so. I became so lost for that."

"I still love you up to this day, Momo."  With that, both synchronizably cried from that words that they used to say to each other as a vow but now, it turns out to be a forbidden phrase for them to exchange anymore.  "It's not that I didn't trust you it's just that... I was scared."

"My plead for you not to leave was true, I truly can't bear letting you go. But now, I think I believe that probably I deserve to be alone and unworthy of somebody's love to hold onto because what I did, I am willing to sacrifice my feelings for you, Momo."

"It hurts me so bad but I have to let you go now." He escaped a rough exhale before continuing. "I'm not going to plead for you to come back and ruin the happiness your getting with somebody else now. Again, I'm truly sorry again for rushing in our relationship, acting immature on times you needed my comfort and making you bring all the burden you never deserved to have to."

YN began to drop on his knees and positioned himself to kneel in front of Momo who was shocked at his action.

"YN! W-what are you doing, get up from there!" She dashed through him and lifted his body and in YN's disbelief, he made Momo envelope him into a longing and comforting embrace that belongs to one of the lovely things he wasted from an gracious woman like her.

They both sobbed in their own heartache and sympathized with their own struggles.

"I hate you for what you did to me YN but why!" Momo cried out. "Why did you kept it to yourself, huh?! Why did you let yourself struggling on your own?"

"You promised me that you'll try to be honest, but you didn't, and that made me think that being done with your fake love, I rather be going. You could've shared it all to me directly, I'm your girlfriend for god's sake, I could've helped you because I loved you!"

"I'm sorry.. I'm s-so sorry..."

Momo whined and screamed in a mixture of frustration, agony and disappointment for what their relationship had become and the complete clear revelations of how she got ended up suffocating and unpleased in his company.

"Get up." She helped him stand back to his wobbling weak legs again. "Finally you were now able to reflect yourself and tell to me that one words I just wanted to hear from you. I just wanted you to be accountable and say sorry to me.", Momo said, clarifying the last words she told to him back then.

"But now that you did and I've heard and seen enough your sincerity..." She grasped him in the shoulders and stared at him with a broken smile. "I forgive you, YN."

He nodded and cried again, finally getting the remorse and acceptance that he's been yearning and searching for months after realizing what he's done. "Thank you. I'm sorry again, Momo."

"That'll be your last, it's fine now." Momo warned him as he fixed his messy hair and wiped away his tears.

"I just have one more question to ask."

"What is it?"

"Have I... been a nice girlfriend to you?"

He stared at Momo's awaiting, curious and softened face. A teardrop flowed for one final time, to drain out every bit of pain he consumed.

He grabbed the back of her neck and gently pulled her close to land a tender kiss on her forehead. "You did more than enough for me, Momo. You're a great woman that I wasted the unconditional love you've been giving by being ungrateful and selfish, and I will forever bring that regret with me."

Momo timidly smiled for him and stepped away from his contact. Wanting to end this emotional moment between each other to avoid ruining the fun night, she came up something to talk with. "I know you have quite shared this with the girls earlier but I just wanted to know myself, how have you been doing these days?"

"I'm good, I'm still on my road to improve myself. I couldn't stand to let others see and continue to be the same guy that you used to encounter." He finally flashed the first bright smile for Momo away from their problems. Momo was proud and touched for his efforts and dedication that she implemented on him. "And you?"

"I'm happy. Even happier now that we've settled things peacefully."

"I've heard from Dahyun that there's this guy who's been seeing you these days, huh. How is he doing for you?"

Momo was taken back that he had to learn about that and mention it. "H-He's fine, but I want to make it clear to him that I don't want to be in a relationship yet." she shyly said.

"How about you? Will you be okay? Are you... gonna look for somebody to have an interest with?" Momo wondered.

"No, I don't think I will." He stated. "I'm not scared, I just want to be careful. I think it's better for me not to engage in this romance thing anymore, you know? I have learnt from my mistakes now." She understood and didn't spoke any further despite still having this pint of pity for the fallen man.

"And... why should I look for other, when you're still the one I choose?"

Momo stared at him, she blushed  and uncontrollably smiled in an embarassed way after hearing that glimpse of the charming YN that never disappeared from him.

She spreaded her arms wholesomely and looked at her with a smile.

"I know I've said that I wanted to disregard your existence but... I didn't want to be cruel now that I've heard your side and I'm sorry for that because I have to admit...

Although you broke my heart, I still couldn't deny the truth that you're one of the most important person I've met and the first man who helped me explore how love could led us into elsewhere.

You still made me happy, YN. I can't just have it easy to throw you out of my life so... should we be friends again?"

He listened to her patiently and it was overwhelming in the end. "I don't deserve this at all, but I'm highly grateful to take it, Momo. Let's start fresh again." He shook his head and smiled.

You accepted her hug one more time and both took time to indulge how great it must felt've again to their part that they don't have to try pretend, carry a hatred, and keep their unspoken troubles for theirselves.

They are now freed from their own personal chaos and has now created a clean slate of their closeness and connection to each other.

They returned back together where they are approached by the girls who've been watching their melancholic yet heartfelt moment they shared in which they paused their fun to express their happiness for their friends on burying the hatchet between each other.

Both learning that they are currently happy with their own lives and has finally washed away their conflict, they realized that somehow helped each other to realize that maybe having a crazy stupid love with somebody was never really required to be happy and contented in life.

[reemonna]

HI! Love ur blog. Can I req some nsfw headcanons for Connor Kenway? ;)

Oh dear, this is the first time for me to write a whole nsfw blog and I'm so anxious about it, especially if it's about Connor. I hope I won't disappoint and thank you so much!

!!! (Warning: NSFW / not for minors / +18 content) !!!

NSFW Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor Kenway headcanons

(During the events of AC3)

In spite of his terrifying physique and alarming gazes when he's hunting down an enemy, he can be the softest and most caring creature you'll ever get to know when it comes to him having a physical contact with you

He's so strong and able-bodied, so he can pin you to the wall with both his arms easily and you're here squirming before his huge body

When you're giving him head for the first time he'd be really concerned and anxious the whole time that you might choke. He's fully aware he is that huge

Him having kinks? I don't think so. He's an innocent boy, it's even possible for him not knowing what does the word 'kink' stand for in the first place. He could even ask you about it

"Nó:ronhkwe (love), what does the word 'kink' mean?"

"Where did you hear that from?"

But if he did have kinks, they would be the least risky and hurtful ones. Which means BDSM is a conclusive no for him

Connor is a busy man, he doesn't really have the time to have sexual and romantic relationships, he was once afraid he couldn't give his woman what she deserves. So having you would be his first. Yes, that means he is a virgin

Thus explain why he's shy and probably doesn't know what he's doing in your first time together. But he's a fast learner, with very observant eyes and sharp senses, he will take some mental notes of how to improve and get better by the time. And he definitely does

He's pretty skilled with his hands, according to training and using different weapons and managing them perfectly, so he really knows how to use them well, and he's ready to show you that in other ways than fighting, to play you like a violin, turning you into a sobbing mess

During the whole thing he will ask you some questions from time to time like 'Are you okay with this?', 'Am I doing good?', 'Do you want me to stop?' to let you know that he's wary and willing to make it as comfortable and pleasurable for you as possible

You wouldn't imagine what it's like to do it with him when he's mad about something. He turns into one brutal beast you won't be able to feel your body for a week at least

Once he's done and returns back to his senses, he will regret it immediately and keep on apologising (even if you're not really protesting), making sure you weren't badly hurt

When you're both close enough, he likes to play chasing games with you, tag for an example. He likes watching you from afar, determining your location with his secondary vision, licking his lips and eyeing you in a predatory way, closing the distance between you slowly like a vulture hunting down its prey. That's until he surprises you with a full-of-happiness giggle and hugs you. Holding you tight in a teddy bear way as if he's won his prize, whispering promises of a long blissful night to your ears

He looks like a sculpted statue of a greek god after reaching his climax. With his tired handsome face, pumped lips (more than they actually are), sleepy beautiful half-closed eyes, flushed tanned skin, tiny whines escaping his lips from time to time, sculpted flawless body and a rising and lowering sweaty chest. If he's conscious enough he would have a little wanton smirk on his lips with his eyes fixed upon you

He's the sweetest boy when it comes to the aftercare. He gives away lots of kisses and cuddles, asking you if he did well enough, could even prepare a bath for you to get cleaned up. He doesn't let you make the least effort possible. He takes care of everything himself until he finally lays beside you in bed, pulling you into his lap, fondling your hair tresses and kissing your forehead softly, wishing you sweet dreams

[imakemywings]

So Maeglin apparently was handsome af, popular, charismatic, and a close confidant of Turgon during his time in Gondolin. In fact, he was a lord and was close to Turgon's ear so he was heard more than Idril. I just wanna know why the fandom loves to portray him as this kid who was hated by everyone (he was not), whom Turgon hated (didn't Turgon love that kid so much?), and whose love for Idril was seen in a good light (when in fact, he was willing to kill earendil just to get Idril). I was honestly shocked when it was such a popular narrative that he was being abused and hated pretty much by everyone in Gondolin and he didn't mean to cause the fall of Gondolin because he was a poor mew mew when the real poor mew mew was Turgon for listening to him in the first place. Lmao I was just genuinely shocked when it was the other way around. I like his character, he's interesting and complex but it kinda takes away the complexity of his character when he is being woobify but that's just me. What do you think?

Anon, idk if you looked at my blog and could tell I would be receptive to these takes, or if you just happen to keep landing on things I agree with XD

But yeah, I have thoughts on Maeglin's reception by the fandom and it's mostly in agreement with what you said.

With Maeglin, he is sympathetic in a lot of ways, which makes you want to root for him. He did have a difficult childhood--Eol was a shithead spouse so it's not hard to imagine he was not a great father either. Maeglin grew up almost totally isolated from anyone but his mom and dad, who did not have a good relationship, thanks to his dad's abuse. When he and Aredhel make a run for it, we want them to succeed! We want good things for them (we've been rooting for Aredhel since the beginning of the chapter)! When Maeglin witnesses his father kill his mother in an effort to kill him, we want him to find peace and security in Gondolin.

The thing is--Maeglin grows well past his difficult childhood. As you noted, Maeglin does very well for himself in Gondolin. At the end of the chapter Of Maeglin, it is described how he "grew great among the Gondolindrim" and there are various indications he was generally trusted and well-liked.

"Thus all seemed well with the fortunes of Maeglin, who had risen to be mighty among the princes of the Noldor..." ("Of Maeglin," The Silmarillion)

At this point, this is we want for him! We like the idea that he's shrugged off his past, that he's doing well, and that he's not like his creepy bride-abducting father.

We don't get much in Silm about what Maeglin's relationship with Turgon is like, but I talked here about why I can't buy that Turgon neglected or abused Maeglin.

"Then the King listened with wonder to all that Aredhel had to tell; and he looked with liking upon Maeglin his sister-son, seeing in him one worthy to be accounted among the princes of the Noldor. 'I rejoice indeed that Ar-Feiniel has returned to Gondolin,' he said, 'and now more fair again shall my city seem than in the days when I deemed her lost. And Maeglin shall have the highest honor in my realm.'" ("Of Maeglin," The Silmarillion)

The only fly in that pudding is that he and Idril get off to a bad start which never improves. He's into her, she's not into him, but he can't let it go. He lets it fester and generate anger, jealousy, and hatred, and in this way, he's like so many creepy guys who can't take rejection.

"But as the years passed, still Maeglin watched Idril, and waited, and his love turned to darkness in his heart. And he sought the more to have his will in other matters, shirking no toil or burden, if he might thereby have power." ("Of Maeglin," The Silmarillion)

But even so, Maeglin is trusted by Turgon! He's popular! He has his own craft and people who admire and follow his ideas! In almost every way, Maeglin should be happy. But he cannot stop obsessing over Idril, and he lets that spoil everything else that he's achieved, to the point where he's wiling to betray the entire city to possess her.

I think there's also a disconnect between those who've read The Fall of Gondolin and those who haven't, because TFOG expands on a lot of things only really hinted at in Silm proper. For instance, the attempted murder of Earendil (who, it should be noted, is seven years old during the sack of Gondolin). In Silm, we get this:

"Tuor sought to rescue Idril from the sack of the city, but Maeglin had laid hands on her, and on Earendil; and Tuor fought with Maeglin on the walls, and cast him far out..." ("Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

In The Fall of Gondolin, we get a much more detailed account:

"Messengers by great stealth he had dispatched to Melko[r] to set a guard about the outer issue of that Way when the assault was made; but he himself thought now to take Earendil and cast him into the fire beneath the walls, and seizing Idril he would constrain her to guide him to the secrets of the passage, that he might win out of this terror of fire and slaughter and drag her withal along with him to the lands of Melko[r]... Now then M[a]eglin had Idril by the hair and sought to drag her to the battlements out of cruelty of heart, that she might see the fall of Earendil to the flames...When M[a]eglin saw [Tuor] he would stab Earendil with a short knife he had...the mail of the small coat turned the blade aside; and thereupon Tuor was upon him and his wrath was terrible to see." ("The Original Tale," The Fall of Gondolin)

In TFOG, Maeglin's malice is even more apparent as we get a blow-by-blow account of his effort to force Idril to watch him kill her child and then drag her to Angband, but even looking exclusively at canon Silm, Maeglin clearly swings into the villain path. I don't like to criticize him too much for caving under Melkor's threats, because being threatened with torture by Melkor would be fucking terrifying and I don't think any of us can say for certain how we would respond in that kind of situation. Tolkien even tells us Maeglin wasn't a coward, but Melkor is Melkor. Not everyone can be Hurin "Noted Badass and Snarkmaster" Thalion. What I am happy to criticize him relentlessly on is that he allows Melkor's plan to move forward.

"But Morgoth sent him [Maeglin] back to Gondolin, lest any should suspect the betrayal, and so that Maeglin should aid the assault from within, when the hour came; and he abode in the halls of the King with smiling face and evil heart..." ("Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

He never warns the Gondolindrim of what's coming, and in fact he encourages Turgon to refuse Ulmo's advice and stay in the city (where Melkor expects them to be). In TFOG, when Melkor does invade, Maeglin and his house fight on Melkor's side.

Maeglin fucked up by selling the city out, no argument. But it's more than that--he could have tried to fix it. But he doesn't. Because? Because he doesn't want his treachery revealed, and because Melkor promised him possession of Idril if he helped.

"Great indeed was the joy of Morgoth, and to Maeglin he promised the lordship of Gondolin as his vassal, and the possession of Idril Celebrindal, when the city should be taken; and indeed desire for Idril and hatred for Tuor led Maeglin the easier to his treachery, most infamous in all the histories of the Elder Days." ( "Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

People resist the narrative of Maeglin the villain I think because they are still in phase 1 where we want good things for Maeglin and for him to overcome his past. And he does...but then he chooses his own shitty path and throws away all the things he gained because he can't be content without everything that he wants, which includes Idril. Making all Maeglin's bad choices someone else's fault--Idril's for rejecting his advances, Aredhel or Eol for parenting him wrong, Turgon for not understanding him, Tuor for who knows--means not having to acknowledge Maeglin chose to become the person who betrayed Gondolin and tried to murder his family.

"Then the heart of Idril was turned towards [Tuor], and his to hear; and Maeglin's secret hatred grew ever greater, for he desired above all things to possess her, the only heir to the King of Gondolin." ("Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

Maeglin's story is a tragedy of someone consumed with their own malcontent, someone who had so much opportunity to be happy but chose to perserverate on the things he couldn't have, who became so obsessed with his own desires that he was willing to hurt everyone around him to get what he wanted. Maeglin's story is of a man who could not handle rejection by a woman he wanted, so he decided to ruin her life and kill her family. Maeglin begins the story as someone we are meant to sympathize with--but he doesn't end it that way.

[delta-gambit-au]

[[BREATHING IN — BREATHING OUT]]

"When I close my eyes, darkness is all what I see. When I take a breath, you fill up my lungs. If my mind worked backwards just for a minute, I'd hold onto you before the memory is gone. I remember you. You always made me stronger. You always lifted my spirit… I remember how we felt alive together… I remember… remember…" — A broken puppet

I had this image stuck in my head since I returned from the hospital the other day. Just Spam going through his nightmares.

The lotus flower was always considered as "the incorruptible soul" because it could grow on the most mucky of ponds and still stand tall over all the surrounding filth without a single blot marring its beauty. The blue lotus in particular was considered a conduit to communicate with the gods above and beyond, with a brilliant sun-like burst radiating from the centre of the flower.

That's how Spam regards Sears in his mind, his star in the middle of the abyss, a saint that has adopted a largely broken toy loaded with a heavy burden of internal pathos that not even Spam can comprehend himself. Why is he so broken? Why he deserves the pity of others? Why darkness will never leave him in peace? Why he is in love? Why he even exists?

((sharing some prototype script loosely related to the picture, if anybody is interested -- it's long and you don't need to read it to enjoy the picture anyway -- please tell me if you like it or not if you decide to read it; feedback or your impressions are always appreciated))

Sears: You are shaking, Spam. Come here, don’t fret, don’t let the glitching to get worse… *embraces him*

Spam: I-I f-eel so awful-l inside — I-I can’t [brEaThe]- - *glitching and shedding graphical artefacts*

Sears: Hush, focus on my voice. *holds him firmly as if fearing he would disappear like those glitchy images* Now… After me... Breathing in…

Spam: Breathing out… *slowly*

Sears: Cut the strings…

Spam: That hold me down…

Sears: Breathing in...

Spam: Breathing out...

Sears: The walls are falling…

Spam: No more pressure…

Sears: Breathing in…

Spam: Breathing out…

Sears: *releases him softly* Better? *smiles*

Spam: *blinks* Thank you again. The glitching… *soughs* Is gone *relieved smile*

Sears: So we see. *pats him on the shoulder* Next time, when you get another of your crisis, just recite the mantra, all right?

Spam: I always do, but… It’s not the same when you are not here… *looks away*

Sears: I can’t be at home always, Spam. You need to make the effort to calm down the glitching bouts on your own.

Spam: I know… *feeling admonished*

Sears: Hmm… *thinking* Did you try to combine the mantra with your memory of me embracing you?

Spam: *blushes* In reality? No, never.

Sears: Then next time mix that mental feeling with the mantra, and I’m sure it will help you improve your efforts at calming down. *does a thumbs-up towards him*

Spam: … *looking embarrassed*

Sears: I got another idea to reinforce the mantra! *beams and graciously produces a clean blue handkerchief from their suit’s breast-pocket and hands it to him*

Spam: *taking the gift from them* Are you sure, Sears? Isn’t this yours?

Sears: *smiling* This thing is merely a decoration for the uniform, don’t think the others at the office will miss it. You can bet it will help you reinforce your focus on me while you control your anxiety. *holds his hands in a reassuring manner* I don’t want for you to feel so alone when I’m out working. Think of this item as an extension of myself if your glitching gets uncontrollable like recently. *taps friendlily the brow of their partner*

Spam: I’m grateful for this gift, Sears, really am. *gingerly feels the blue soft fabric between his fingers* Please, do not concern yourself too much for me while at work. I don’t wish to be a hindrance against your performance.

Sears: *beams* Not to worry! I know you have everything under control, and thus my mind is at peace while at the office. *arms crossed* By the by, what manner of event triggered this crisis? It’s been a long long while since you had something this bad. Did anything out of the ordinary happen?

Spam: Well… *rubs the back of the neck nervously*

Sears: At ease, Spam. I’m here, you can tell me everything and we’ll solve it together, as we always do. *winks*

Spam: Actually, I don’t think we will be able. *loosens the neck of his sweater with a finger* The chief was apprehended and the business we had together, was dismantled overnight… We lost everything… Nobody is picking up the calls... Everyone is gone and shut all communications… And it's already all over the newspapers... *defeatist expression*

Sears: Is that so? *surprised* That’s so awful… *pats his shoulder reassuringly* Don’t worry, I can provide for both of us even if you are jobless at the moment. *smiles*

Spam: N-no! I-I mean… I don’t want to be a burden to you. I must find a new job as soon as possible! *determined expression*

Sears: Of course, relax. You are free as well to find another one if that pleases you, but don’t you worry about our current budget. My promotion can cover for both of us, and enough to get some extra savings to boot. You really don’t have any need to work any more while under my roof. Take this day to relax, OK? You have been going through too much stress lately, and if it builds up you are going to get glitchy again.

Spam: Aye, I know, but… *frowns* I also want to give you something in exchange. It’s always you giving me stuff, but I can’t give you anything back if—

Sears: *interrupts him with a tender embrace* Your company is enough for me in this exchange, Spam. As long as you are provided, free and happy to do whatever you want, you don’t need to get out of your way to please me back with gifts. Your happiness has more value to me than 100 material gifts. Though, that doesn’t mean I dislike gifts, mind you. *winks and laughs*

Spam: *soughs* You are too kind to me, Sears… Too much… Still… I want to someday gift you something, for rescuing me from the Conglomerate. I owe you that one, to you and Joel and the others who pitched in to get me out of there... *folds the handkerchief carefully and tucks it in a pocket* It feels heavy inside of me to only receive and not be able to give something in return. It goes against my code of delivery... Makes me feel... Selfish…

Sears: At ease. *flicks his pointy white nose softly to snap him from his self-absorption* No more brooding. Let’s focus on the solutions. If finding a new job will allay your anxiety, what you had in mind? Something similar to the last one?

Spam: *phew* No. Don’t think an opportunity like that will ever present itself again. The Suburbs are no place to find something stable that doesn’t incur the wrath of the feds…

Sears: Indeed, their industry is very volatile nowadays, unfortunately. *shrugs* But you could try to find something similar within the boundaries of Cyber City proper. There must be a vacant out there that could take advantage of your "logistics", you know?

Spam: Actually… *ponders* I meant to take on a new trade. *hides face shyly with the postman hat*

Sears: Whatever it is, you know you have my full support and those of the others. If you want to aim for something new, I think Merit or Lafay can help us find you the material you need for your education. *nods encouragingly* What took your fancy?

Spam: *tosses the postman hat onto the sofa, landing it on top of the cat* I want to become a salesman, like you all! *happy grin*

Sears: *speechless*

MIKE: Mau? *waking up with the head covered by the hat*

[cupids-chamber]

A NOT-SO PERFECT LOVER The perfect lover, a not so perfect ending...

GENDER NEUTRAL READER WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Implied drugging at the end! A/N: So, I've barely wrote yandere, feedback is appreciated! <3

Everything started off sweet, perfect even. Your partner made you feel wanted, and would never cause you any form of discomfort, in fact he'd care for even the smallest of injuries you had received... Making and effort to help you improve and get over your bad habits... however at some point... you can't quite remember when, when he took a turn for the worse.

It started off with him cancelling your plans, consuming most of your time, when you didn't have class, you were seen with him. You couldn't help but find it as simple jealousy, maybe you haven't been giving your ever so perfect lover.. enough time? You didn't bother questioning it, after all he didn't do anything to wrong you thus far.. He's always been kind and sweet to you.

You couldn't help but get an off feeling from him recently, it's as if he's changed but you couldn't see it, he acted the same as before... maybe he was simply a bit upset? But... why was he upset?

Forgetting all the intrusive thoughts, as he whispers sweet nothings in your ears, consuming your head, the only thing you should be thinking of is him, regardless of the scenario.

The homephone rang, missed calls from your friends and family. Should he tell you to cut them off? he knows better then to make such rash decisions, but he couldn't bear seeing you spend your time with such low-lifes, he was here! And he's always here too do everything for you! So why do you keep asking for others help? Why do you bother smiling for others?

A foax smile decorating his face, as he approached you from the back, engulfing you entirely in a embrace, once again stealing you away..

You were a lovely person, one might even say pure perfection, he couldn't stop himself from wanting you to himself, and himself alone.

You were settled on the couch, you couldn't help but feel off? As if something bad may happen anytime soon.. but you figured what could be so terrible? You were simply spending the day with your beloved partner.

"I made us some tea!" his voice sounded brighter then before, maybe your imagining things? "Hey.. this tea looks a bit different than usual?" observing the colour, you couldn't help but let your concerns take over you once again.

"Yeah! It's a new flavor from the same brand... why! don't you trust me?" the last few words caused you to shake your head "Of course not!, I'll drink it right now!"

Chugging down the glass to prove your point, you didn't even take notice of the dark glint in his eyes.. maybe your concerns weren't so wrong after all..

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Note: When looking back at the show and remembering what Kin was like, he didn't feel that much different than his brother, but I guess that was part of why they got along so well. Anyways I thought that in this version, he plays more in his role as a genius, where he's more dedicated and prideful towards his intellect. Of course I'm still keeping him as a weird and hyper personal so that he easily goes along Corey's and his brother's antics, but he flips a switch when it comes to his projects. Let's say that something goes wrong with one of his inventions or if something offends his knowledge, he would be go on a tirade and start cursing left and right when he's alone, though comedically he would immediately calm down in front of his friends as if nothing happened. He never directly goes off or shown to have any kind of hostility towards anyone, but there is only one exception, Kim. Whenever Kin sees Kim, they both can't help themselves but get hostile and have this kind of pissing contest against one another to see who was more smart. Kin doesn't exactly know why he's so honest when it comes to Kim or how she gets on his nerves so quickly and the same could be said about her as well, the only one that seems to get a clue is Konnie.)

Role: Kin is one of the key members of Grojband, taking the many vital roles as the band's keyboardist, audio technician, and remixer; many of the final music productions is almost entirely relied on him. Along side that, with his knowledge of science and machines, he's also relied as the band's auto-mechanic for the maintenance and repairs for their tour bus.

Bio: Kin lived in Japan most of his life with her brother Kon and the rest of the Kujira Family, along with another named the Kagami Family. Parents of both families were inseparable friends who spent many years together, thus he and his brother grew up knowing the children of the other family, Kim and Konnie. Kin was fond with Konnie and treated her like family, but for he couldn't quite get along with Kim. Whenever he saw her, he would start to flare up and butt heads with her over every little thing, especially when it came to academics. This is because unlike Kim, Kin was not born as a prodigy, in fact he did quite poorly in school to a point where at times even his brother would have better grades than him. It bothers him at times, especially when he compares himself to a natural born genius like Kim, but that didn't discourage him from improving his mind. Kin has always prided himself with learning and especially towards things he didn't know or quite understood.

For years, he constantly studied, analyzed, and improved all his effort in order to surpass Kim and show that his hard work could overtake her natural born talent; though she didn't make it easy and would gloat whenever she came out on top. As this continued, Kin would only grow from all his failures until one day he finally did it and beat Kim in a subject, that being music. His hard work paid off and since then both him and her would go back and forth trying to out due the other in all kinds of fields. Despite whatever awards or recognition either one gained from their rivalry, they didn't pay heed as they solely focused on one thing, each other. 

One day, his parents were informed to be transferred overseas for work, so the Kujira Family, along with the Kagami Family, moved to America. With his weird personality, it didn't take long for Kin to get along with people in his first couple of days. He was quite the busybody as so many people tried to get him into so many after school clubs and communities due to his dedication and intelligence. But the one that finally got him was actually a band from his brother's classmate, Corey Riffin. Kon wanted them to play music together since Kin already accumulated many music awards from being a ceremonial pianist and a composer. He was hesitant at first, but after hearing Kon out some more and finally meeting Corey, he was more than willing to join up.  After meeting Corey in person and hearing his dreams, his words resonated with Kin and made him really want to see what he'll do next.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

TXT Group Dynamics

Time to do this reading on one of my favorites and see how their overall dynamics are as a group at this moment. Let's take a look. Okay, loving these cards for them. Let's dive in.

Overall energy (The Chariot) So, I am getting there are some individual pursuits happening here. They may all be facing their own challenges right now, but there is a collective energy of confronting and fighting against something. There is a confidence and fearlessness they have. A willingness to face any obstacles or challenges that confronts them. It is like they all want to move in a new direction. This could also do with their new comeback as well, ready to start the new chapter.

Yeonjun (9 of Cups) He is the hopeful one of the groups. Looks like what he wants. He seems to get, or there is a sense of satisfaction he has with the group's efforts and what they achieved. It is like what he may want for himself, or the group could come to fruition. He may have strong manifestation abilities, whether he knows it or not. This is like his dream come true to be with this group of people. I say he has achieved a lot within this group. He seems happy and fulfilled.

Soobin (6 of Cups) It seems he likes to look back on the past a lot. He may hold on to strong memories with the group. Maybe he prefers the past when the first started, the freshness of it all. He may seem a bit jaded now. He may talk about the past a lot with the members. There is a youthfulness he enjoyed about it. I get a sense he may feel things are a bit dark now. I guess since the reality has settled in, so he holds to the past. This card is also the sibling card and old friendships from childhood, so he may see the members as siblings and people he has grown with.

Beomgyu (Page of Pentacles) This does not surprise me. He is the studious one of the group. The one focused on the details and the task at hand. The serious one who gets down to business when need be. He seems slow to progress, unlike the others, but does get there. I see him focusing on the details a lot. He is a little bit more cautious about things than the others. He wants to make sure the job is done right. I believe he is the only J type of the group, so makes sense. He might try to keep the others on task and focused when they are practicing. He is a Page, so there is a lot he feels he needs to learn. He may not be satisfied with what he has done thus far. There seems to be always room for improvement with him.

Taehyun (Temperance) He is the moderator, the one that balances the group. That keeps things at equilibrium. He is a stable force in the group, barely causes problems. He is a peaceful member. That brings peace to the others. He may be the one that calms the other members when need be. He seems to be a very stable person, so that bleeds into the other members. I just see him trying to keep the peace within the group. He stabilizes the group in a sense. I say without him, they may be a bit messier, and drama filled. His aura is just so calm, it rubs on the others. I like this energy.

Huening kai (Ace of Wands) He brings the passion to the group, the light, the spark. He ignites the others. He could be the one that starts sh** from time to time though. The ace of wands can be someone who can get heated at any moment, but overall, I feel he inspires the others and lifts them up, pushes them when they need it. Like I can see him saying, fighting! To the members all the time. He gives the members a boost. I say he is very creative; it is like he starts creative projects within the group, not sure what that means, but I get that too. I also see he inspires or pushes them to do creative projects, like if they want to do something he will push them to do so.

Okay, I love their dynamics, like I mentioned their dynamics seems to be one of the best. I just don't see that much drama or craziness within this group. They are a stable group dynamically. It was a smart decision to put these guys together. They blend well together. Loved this reading, felt so peaceful.

[furious-haste-of-malice]

We’ve already discussed this in the DMs but here’s an official prompt/request: Manwe forcibly feminizing Melkor and messing with his fana to give him a “purer form”

Go wild.

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒅

"So you even admit that you would deceive me!" Manwë exclaimed, yanking the comb out of his brother's matted hair. "Not only have you denied me your love for ages out of cruelty and misplaced revenge, but you also insist on attempting to poison our memories! Why, brother? Have I not loved you enough?" 

"Not enough, yet at the same time too much," Melkor sighed. At least if he meant all the things he said to me and wasn't just pretending to please Father.

⊱ Characters: Melkor, Manwë ⊱ Pairing(s): Melkor x Manwë ⊱ Synopsis: Even after ages of Melkor rejecting their bond, Manwë is determined to love him and create the relationship he always dreamed of - by force, if necessary. ⊱ Featuring: Hair brushing, "bonding", sibling "love", ⊱ Warnings: Smut, non-con, sibling incest, forcibly feminized fána/non-consensual body modification, obsession Oneshot (~4.1k) Also available on AO3

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Apologies for taking so long, but I went all out to make up for it. Let's go.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" Manwë's voice vibrated with excitement and his hands rested on his brother's shoulders as if to embrace him from behind. 

Melkor stared at his reflection in the mirror, frozen in disbelief. What he saw resembled the form he had assumed so long ago, but it was not quite how he remembered it. His skin, formerly icy and ashen like the lands he used to dwell in, was smoother now, with a warmer, creamy complexion; his hair had grown throughout his captivity, its tips now reaching down to his heels; his shoulders were smaller and his limbs daintier, a good amount of muscle mass seemingly lost to time; yet what caused him the most discomfort was the soft roundness of his chest and thighs, reshaping his silhouette into one distinctly feminine. 

It was, admittedly, not the first time Melkor had seen himself thus. In his youth he had changed fánar as easy as breathing, experimenting with great delight and curiosity until any given form had reflected his current mood and need, yet this one he didn't recall choosing for himself, neither in the past nor through any recent efforts. 

The only thing he remembered was sleeping in his brother's bed while Manwë sang to him and stroked his hair, healing him as he had claimed. Neither did he have any memory of putting on the frilly blue nightgown he was currently wearing, its thin, sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. 

Melkor frowned. "Did you change me?" 

"Changed you?" Manwë, seemingly oblivious to his brother's discomfort, was smiling. "I fixed and improved you, so you may be beautiful again like you were in the beginning, when we were one." 

"This is not the form I chose for myself," Melkor insisted. "What have you done to me?!" 

"Now that is no way to thank me," Manwë chastised gently. "You are now whole in body and soon you will be whole in spirit as well." 

It was only when Melkor pressed his lips together that he noticed how soft and plump they had become. 

"What. Have. You. Done. To. Me?" he repeated, hissing through gritted teeth. "Why wasn't it enough to heal me? Why do you need me to be "beautiful"? I am your brother, not your wife!" 

Manwë's talons gripped his shoulders harder, leaving red marks on his skin. 

"You were my beautiful, wonderful, flawless, perfect brother," he whispered with such fervent insistence that Melkor flinched away from the sound of his voice. "Do you not know how much I missed you? How much my heart was aching for you? I need you to be like that again. I need my brother."

"I don't know what you remember, but I was never like this," Melkor said coldly. 

"You lie to me just as you lied to yourself, twisting your own memories to convince yourself that you hate Father and I – but no more." 

Manwë finally let go of his shoulders, one hand trailing down his arm almost tenderly to take his hand.

"Come. Let me take care of you." 

"What if I don't want you to take care of me? I don't remember asking." 

"Of course you want to." All stubbornness and urgency had vanished from Manwë's expression and he smiled at his brother with his usual serene, wide-eyed innocence. "I know you were lonely out there and missed having someone to care for you."

"I had others." 

Melkor's instincts were screaming at him that arguing about this might once again bring out whatever strange behaviour he sibling had exhibited earlier, yet he couldn't help himself; his pride and curiosity alike had always been too strong for his own good. 

And indeed, his statement caused Manwë's soft, cloud-like brows to furrow like a storm forming on the horizon and blue fire lit up within his gaze. "You didn't have me." 

With that, he pulled his brother over to the bed and made him sit down, positioning himself behind him again so he could see the mirror. A lazy wave of his hand summoned a small gust of wind to fling a hairbrush and a comb directly into his grasp, and Melkor groaned in annoyance as he realised what Manwë intended to do. 

"Leave my hair alone." 

"No, brother. I need to take care of it." 

Thrice defied, perhaps even more. Melkor couldn't remember any other instance of his brother being this stubborn; in the past he had usually folded rather quickly, acquiesced just to appease and placate him, or had required the intervention of other Valar to argue on his behalf. Yet whatever this charade was, Manwë was determined to see it through, and the thought was more unsettling than he wanted to admit. 

Had he underestimated him after all? 

Melkor watched in the mirror as Manwë began to untangle the knots in his hair with the comb, starting at the tips and slowly but steadily working his way to the roots. His hair was, and had always been difficult, like it had a will of its own. Not even Mairon had managed to constrain it enough for even a simple braid, and many brushes, combs and hair ties had been destroyed over the ages. 

Now, however, Melkor's hair had lost its life and lustre, limply hanging in Manwë's grasp and enduring the vigorous combing in silent defeat. Whether it would recover or not he couldn't tell, and he wondered if he should attempt to cut it once he had the chance; though the chances of him getting his hands on any sort of blade or other sharp object appeared rather slim. 

Maybe if I break the mirror – 

"You always had such beautiful hair," Manwë's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Pitch black as if to trap all light, but when it shone upon its strands, it shimmered in many colours. I loved looking at it and playing with it." 

Melkor squinted at their mirror image, contemplating his words for a moment. Despite his earlier insistence on the accuracy of his recollection, he now searched his memories for anything close to what Manwë was describing. 

"You never played with my hair," he said finally. "I never played with you at all after Father made you. You wanted to, but I didn't." 

Manwë shook his head vigorously. "You always act like we were never close or had any relationship at all, but it is not true. We were brothers in Father's mind, and he made us as such." 

"Father can think so all he wants, yet it doesn't change that I didn't want any of it and remember full well what I did and didn't allow you to do," Melkor countered. 

In his ire, he flashed his brother's mirror image a cruel smirk and added, "Maybe you confuse me with Varda, Ulmo and the others that Father made just so someone would keep you company. Maybe you wanted to play with my hair, but I didn't let you and you got upset. If you're trying your hand at deception, Manwë, maybe don't try your luck with one who mastered it long before you." 

"So you even admit that you would deceive me!" Manwë exclaimed, yanking the comb out of his brother's matted hair. "Not only have you denied me your love for ages out of cruelty and misplaced revenge, but you also insist on attempting to poison our memories! Why, brother? Have I not loved you enough?" 

"Not enough, yet at the same time too much," Melkor sighed. At least if he meant all the things he said to me and wasn't just pretending to please Father. 

He had always assumed that it was all a lie and performance. Perhaps it made things easier for him to push his brother away and sever the bond before it could be fully formed; most certainly it made them simpler. Disown the impostor, despise the false king. Yet now it occurred to Melkor that there was one factor he had miscalculated, one aspect he had underestimated: Manwë's determination to reform their bond and receive the love from him that he had always wanted. 

No. Saved from the Void or not, Melkor still felt betrayed. He was not going to give it to him, he was going to deny him until the bitter end. 

Warm breath tickled his neck, and he felt Manwë's forehead resting against the back of his head. The comb lay discarded on the floor. 

"I will make it up to you. I will love you enough," his voice whispered in his ear. 

Melkor remained silent, waiting for the moment to pass. 

The very air inside the room seemed to stand still until Manwë sighed and picked up the brush to continue his work. Even as his hair was thoroughly groomed, it didn't regain its usual shine, instead remaining a dull, charcoal black as if it had been burned. Again, Melkor contemplated telling his brother not to bother and let him cut it, yet he knew he wasn't going to listen; not today, not anymore.

"Would you like something in your hair? I heard you like diamonds," Manwë asked with a sweet smile, putting down the brush to admire his work. 

He did indeed, though it seemed too good to be true. Wordlessly, Melkor shook his head. 

"Do you want me to braid it then?" 

"I never wear braids. Leave it." 

"Very well." Manwë nodded, his mien betraying nothing even as Melkor eyed him closely in the mirror. Yet another thing his so-called brother didn't know about him. 

You will never know me like Mairon does, he wanted to say, to hurl the cruellest insult he could think of at the Vala whose affection he had refused and despised his entire life. 

But he was no fool. If Melkor hadn't managed to break their sibling bond after ages of trying, what could he do or say now that he hadn't done or said already? 

The sickeningly sweet scent of roses assaulted his nostrils when Manwë pulled a flask out of his robes, poured a small amount of watery liquid on his hand and began to rub it into every inch of bare skin he could reach, most notably his neck and chest area.

Melkor let out a warning snarl. "Stop that!" 

"Don't you want to smell nice?" 

"I smell like myself, and that will have to be enough." 

"No." Manwë began to draw tender circles on his cheeks. "You smell like... evil. Like all the dark things you have seen out there. I cannot bear it."

"My hröa is not yours to mess with! I have to live in it, not you!" 

Once again Melkor's protest was ignored. 

"You used to smell like home," Manwë sighed, resting his head on his brother's shoulder and inhaling the offending flowery scent. 

"I... cannot fathom where you even got this idea." 

Melkor was upset. Bit by bit his chosen shape and attributes were altered and stripped from him against his will, just to fit some twisted vision born from Manwë's desire to be close to him. The way his brother described it was also strangely intimate, as if he had created an elaborate fantasy of their relationship and interactions in his mind. 

Worry crept up on him. Perhaps the damage done to his sanity was greater than he had ever known. 

Manwë wrapped his arms around him from behind and smiled at him in the mirror. "Do you like it? Are you happy that you are beautiful again?" 

"You know we always had a different understanding of beauty," Melkor said coldly. "You made me ugly." 

"You simply need to get used to it, then you will see. Though, maybe you need me to show you just how pretty you are?" 

The grip around his waist tightened, and Melkor's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw Manwë's reflection turning his head to kiss his cheek. His hröa began to feel numb from shock, so much so that he barely registered the sensation of lips upon skin. 

"Never kiss me again," he warned.

"But why? You are my brother, and I love you." 

"Do not. I mean it."

"No... you don't." 

Before Melkor could squirm out of his brother's grasp, his head was suddenly tilted backwards, and Manwë kissed him on the lips. It was, to his horror, neither a symbolic gesture nor a cheeky little peck, it was a long, passionate and deep kiss, brimming with enthusiasm and, worse yet, desire. He pressed his lips together to deny entry to his mouth and attempted to push the younger Vala away, but his current form lacked the strength to do so. 

With surprising dexterity, Manwë manoeuvred him into a lying position and climbed on top of him, shamelessly pressing their bodies together. 

"What in Eru's name are you doing?" Melkor hissed between kisses. 

"Loving you." 

"Manwë, I am your brother! Go find your wife –" 

He was silenced with another kiss. 

Good for nothing as usual, both of them, Melkor raged inwardly, the only thing he could do to process his shock and disgust. 

When Manwë withdrew from him, a small string of saliva hung in the air between them, binding them like a thread of fate. 

"Don't even try to pretend that you weren't thinking of me when you brought Túrin and Niënor together," he breathed, his eyes glowing with a fey light. 

"You do realise that didn't exactly end well for them?" Melkor countered. 

"Yes, but we are not mortal. The love between Ainur has always been free from such burdens." 

"You are sick." 

But Manwë wasn't listening. He appeared to be mesmerised by Melkor's angrily heaving chest and began rubbing his swollen pectorals, causing his nipples to harden. 

"Stop that!" 

"Are you afraid of enjoying this?" Manwë's expression was entirely too calm, too serene, too loving. "Do you want to keep lying to yourself?" 

"I don't –" Melkor was interrupted by a sharp gasp as his nipples were cruelly pinched by merciless talons, nearly puncturing the thin fabric of his nightgown – reminding him how easily it could be torn to shreds and leave him defenceless. He shivered. 

"Ssshhht. Let me love you." 

Manwë was almost pleading upon seeing the Dark Vala struggle against him; unfortunately it was but a farce, another attempt at acting like the sweet and lovable little brother he had always wanted to be. He continued toying with the newly discovered delights of Melkor's altered shape, rubbing, tugging, pinching and rolling his swollen nipples between his thumb and index finger. 

"You know, I did always wonder how it would feel to touch you," he breathed, utterly engrossed in the illicit touches he was bestowing upon his squirming and struggling sibling. 

"So at least you admit I never let you do this," Melkor snapped, trying to slap his hands away. 

Manwë managed to seize both of his wrists in one hand, courtesy of his long, curved talons, and held him down while his other hand began to pull up the skirt of his nightgown. 

"I wondered if you would like it," he continued, ignoring Melkor's attempts to argue. "Whenever I imagined myself touching you, it was just like this... you would try to brush me off, ridicule me, lie to me, curse me, fight me... yet in the end you would enjoy it because you yearn to be loved."

Determined, Manwë pulled the nightgown over his head, leaving his brother naked in front of him. Melkor glanced down at his body, dread filling him as he beheld those softly rounded curves, reddened, hardened nipples and his cock stirring between his legs. 

"You want this," Manwë whispered, eyes darkening with desire, "you want me too." 

"No. No. Give me my clothes back." Melkor tried to press his legs together, turn to the side to hide as much of himself as he could, free his hands to grab the blanket. Anything to escape the hungry gaze of blue eyes so much like his own. 

"Don't make me bind you with Angainor again," Manwë pleaded. "Let us enjoy this together!" 

"Never!" 

The feeling of metal encasing his wrists was familiar at this point, and Melkor contented himself with vicious warning snarls and fruitless kicking and struggling while he was restrained and his hands bound to the headboard. Manwë made sure his head was comfortably resting on a pillow, skillfully evading his attempts to bite him, and made gentle cooing noises to calm him. 

"Are you going to scream?" he asked, calm as if it was a normal and trivial question. 

"If you keep touching me? Yes. And I hope your wife hears me," Melkor said venomously. 

Manwë sighed. "I truly wish you didn't make me do this, but at least you are being honest about your intentions. I shall take it as a sign of improvement." 

Melkor's eyes widened when he felt all air leave his lungs. He tried in vain to inhale, gasping soundlessly as breath continued to elude him, and Manwë leaned down to kiss his quivering lips. 

"Worry not. Your current form does not depend on my element, it is but a reflex. I will let you breathe again as soon as you stop using your words to hurt me." 

With cruelty once thought impossible for him to conceive, he left Melkor silenced, breathless and helplessly twitching in his bonds and forcibly spread his legs to devote his attention to the most intimate part of his anatomy, intrigued by the mystery he had uncovered after ages of innocent curiosity turned depraved desire. He took his brother's cock in hand like he would take up his sapphire sceptre, examining and admiring it before beginning to stroke. His fingers were more than long enough to wrap around it completely, yet his hand – white like clouds and too dainty for war, having held quills rather than swords – seemed out of place, ill-fit for such an act of dominance and lust. 

Melkor tried not to feel, to ignore the sensation of being touched and pleasured by his brother. Yet no matter how desperately his mind sought to force his body into unfeeling, uncaring submission, his flesh at last betrayed him. Delight and fascination lit up Manwë's usually serene mien upon seeing his arousal, and he closed his eyes, unable to witness the continuous violation of the form he was trapped in. Perhaps his spirit at least could escape to a better place, pretending that it was but a bad dream or imagining someone else in his brother's place. 

A finger began prodding his hole with unabashed curiosity, and Melkor tensed. Talons retreated back into flesh to avoid drawing blood, but it made the touch no less unwelcome. 

"I assume your virtue has long since been lost," Manwë lamented, "and I must say that it pains me to imagine you giving yourself to another so readily while refusing me even the smallest gestures of affection." 

He was right, but Melkor wouldn't have told him so even if he'd been able to speak. Countless nights had he spent in the arms of others, most often his beloved little flame, and to Mairon alone he had granted the privilege of taking him when he was in the mood to receive the love of another. These moments had been profoundly intimate and intense, requiring ages of trust, patience and many soothing words from his partner; for he was a being of power and control, and to relinquish it was no easy feat. 

Melkor was afraid of what would be done to him, and his worst fear came true when Manwë pushed his finger inside of him – and his body wasn't resisting like it should. Neither spit nor oil had been used to ease the way, yet it entered him smoothly and with little to no pain. 

He noticed then how strangely wet his insides were, responding to the unwelcome intrusion by leaking all over his brother's hand. 

"W-what have you done to me?" he asked through ósanwë, almost pulling away instantly when he was met with exuberant joy. 

"I made you more receptive to my love," Manwë informed him. "After all, I wouldn't want you to be in pain."

Melkor bit his bottom lip. As much as he feared and hated being in pain, it might be preferable over yet another act of humiliating acquiescence perpetrated by his own body. 

He didn't see Manwë leaning down to lavish his hard, leaking cock with even more attention, only realising what was about to happen when warm breath tickled his skin and wet lips closed around his flesh. 

I'm not taking pleasure from my brother... I'm not taking pleasure from my brother... I'm not...

Yet no matter how often and desperately Melkor repeated the mantra in his head, the truth was that he was experiencing pleasure. Manwë appeared to not possess any gag reflex whatsoever, taking in his whole length like a seagull devouring its food and sucking him off with great enthusiasm; and his finger, now joined by another, had discovered a hidden pleasure spot inside of him, stimulating it with unending delight. 

"I wish I could hear you moan for me, brother." 

It was too much. It was wrong and forced and sickening, but it felt too good. Melkor attempted to suppress and delay his climax as long as he could, but was soon forced over the edge with a soundless sob. Manwë moaned around his cock while drinking his essence, not letting a single droplet escape. 

"You taste so lovely, just like I thought you would."

The sound of rustling robes caused Melkor to open his eyes in alarm, panicking when he saw Manwë hastily undressing himself. 

"I need you," he breathed. "Eru, I cannot bear to be parted from you any longer..."

"Father wouldn't approve of this," Melkor tried to protest, desperate to avoid what was about to happen, but he was ignored. 

"Don't be silly, brother," Manwë admonished, throwing his discarded robes on the floor. "Father made us to love each other and bonded us himself." 

He grasped Melkor's thighs and pushed his legs towards his chest to admire his helplessly twitching hole, then forced his cock inside. It was hard without needing to be touched, unrelenting in its pursuit of unifying their bodies, and despite the earlier preparation, it hurt. 

Had he been able to use his voice, Melkor would have screamed. This couldn't be happening. It was simply not possible. He had truly fallen so low that another Vala could force his will upon him, and worse yet, his own brother - smiling, innocent Manwë, always gentle, always agreeable, always forgiving him. Out of all his enemies, he had thoroughly deceived him, making him underestimate what he was capable of. 

And now, he was being mercilessly speared by his cock, used to fulfil a fanatic fantasy of brotherly love. 

In his despair, Melkor tore down the mental walls he had so carefully raised to protect his spirit and flooded their bond with his anguish, but Manwë didn't relent. He lay down on top of him and embraced him, whispering endearments in the ancient language of their kind to soothe his pain even as he continued his assault. 

The only grace Melkor was granted, whether by his indifferent father or not, was that it didn't take long. Manwë came inside him as soon as he forced him into another kiss, this time successfully pushing his tongue down his throat. Feverish praise and words of affection drowned out every other thought they might have shared in that moment. 

Exhaustion took hold of Melkor then, and he only realised that he was breathing again when he heard the sound of his own cries and sobs. 

"I know," Manwë cooed, kissing him again. "It was a lot. You are not used to being loved anymore. 

"N-no... you..." 

But he was out of words. What could he even say? That he had been physically altered, assaulted and raped by his brother under the guise of love? That he, despite the lack of connection and affection, still felt betrayed? That he was hurt and wounded in hröa and ëala in ways Ainur were never meant to endure? 

Manwë remained on top of him, tucking his head underneath his chin as if they were merely cuddling – as if nothing had happened. 

"I love you, brother." 

Melkor was silent. 

"I missed you so much. I am glad we are together again now." 

The walls around his spirit rose like thorny vines, shielding him from the twisted love Manwë was projecting through their bond. Evil or not, Melkor had known love throughout his existence, and this was something else entirely. 

Had pity and tears alike not escaped him, he would have wept for what his brother had become.

[lawlietscaramels]

congrats on 50!!! 🥳🥳 could i get L for A?

death note reborn

thank you! I'm very excited, when I was on Tumblr last year it took six months to get 20 followers, and when I was first on Tumblr I got about 5 followers after a year and a half xD

so I'm very grateful and I love you all!

All my thoughts on L? I could go on for days man. I'll go with the most thoughty thoughts I have.

L is such an interesting fella. He acknowledges his own flaws but as far as we can see in canon, he makes no effort to improve them. I know he's a terrible person but I also am a— what do they call them — L Lawliet apologist. Except for the Misa thing what the fuck was that, I mean L's the smartest man in the world and he doesn't realise torture is one of the LEAST effective methods of gaining information? it's inhumane and weird and I think it was written as fan service?? anyway I had to, not rewrite.. add writing to it in my au because it's top five things I hate about dn.

ANYWAY the point I was actually going to make was: I think the reason he doesn't work on his flaws is that Watari raised him to ignore his morals in the name of justice. which is. wow imagine if the death note characters had therapy. that's basically Rie's role to help them all get better and happy because I'M A SUCKER FOR A HAPPY ENDING. (if you know what I'm referencing I love you)

Other thoughts about L, mostly, he acts both very mature because that's how he's always been in personality and in training, but also very childish in ways because he never had a proper childhood and thus never got to learn his way out of some childish habits. other childish habits he has are just because he's neurodivergent and I'd like to project onto him thank you very much :>

he probably acts like a 2D guy even when dn canon is rewritten because he's scared to know who he is. he's so high masking even he himself cannot see beyond the mask anymore. he hides his emotions so much he forgot how to feel them.

that made me sad so here's a happier headcanon: he acts like a puppy when he's in love because I do think he can fall in love and form other genuine relationships, it just takes a VERY VERY LONG TIME. but he has almost no experience (he's probably tried dating for experimental reasons or on a case) so he doesn't know how to act when he feels.. whisper.. emotions. so he stares with his big black eyes. out of the corner how dogs do too ahahahha. he trails around after whomever he likes. honestly he'd probably sit at their feet at some point. holy shit he's such a weirdo I love him.

[decks-writing-blog]

The Borealis: Chapter One: How Do You Know That?

Summary: Gordon and Alyx go to the arctic to find the Borealis.

[A/N] First a disclaimer: I haven't beat Half-Life Alyx yet. I started it the same day I started writing this fic but then I got Covid and injured my side coughing. Thus there was a solid 3 week span in which I couldn't play it because I was too physically unwell to do so, thus I finished this fic without having finished the game. I know how it ends though (I accidentally got spoiled before I even started playing) but because I don't know the context surrounding that, I chose to go about achieving the same thing in a different way. Especially since said different way allows for a good opening to this fic and lets me treat the other 2 Gordon focused HL fics I've written to be canon to this fic (you don't have to read those to understand this one though). So basically, if this fic contradicts something in Alyx, that's why. I'm able to play again though (thankfully, I've been itching to continue because I love the game) so I might be able to catch some of that in editing but we'll see because I play VR games quite slowly.

Second: Half-Life 3 confirmed! Yeah, yeah, old joke, but it's relevant to me now so I'm making it again. Basically I was super frustrated that we're never going to get a canon conclusion to the Half-Life story (the Epistle 3 doesn't count, it directly contradicts what is now canon thanks to Alyx and would've changed drastically during the development of the game, so it doesn't satisfy me at all) so I thought it might be fun try to write a conclusion to the story myself. I didn't write it as a 'video game story' because it's not a video game, thus it's not really me trying to write Half-Life 3. Just me taking where Ep 2 left off and continuing the story, focusing more on the characters and their relationship because character focused writing is my strength and what I enjoy writing the most. That being said, this fic did actually push my writing skills a bit, I feel like I've improved because of it.

Also Content Warning for the fic as a whole but it also opens with Temporary Major Character Death. (Which is why the Keep Reading cut is right under this author's note.) Time resets and Gordon comes back when he dies, he Kills Himself a few times to accomplish this. Also, another far less severe warning but potentially still important: OCs pop up throughout the fic as the plot demands so if you're hard against OCs in fanworks, maybe this fic ain't for you.

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Alyx sobbed over Eli’s body, pressing on his chest rhythmically… or attempting to be rhythmic, she was too frantic, sobbing too hard. Not that that mattered; the blood pooling on the ground, leaking from the hole in the back of Eli’s head made it clear just how futile that effort at resuscitation was regardless of how good it was. One couldn’t be expected to think rationally after watching a loved one die.

Shaking off the last of the dizziness, Gordon sat up. He fumbled along the ground until he found where his pistol, usually magnetized to the HEV suit’s leg, had fallen to. Lifting it, he pressed it to his forehead. Killing himself was in ways worse than someone or something else killing him but that didn’t make it any less necessary. If he had this power, he was obligated to use it for good.

Closing his eyes, he focused. Right after the rocket launch, before they stepped outside would be a good spot to return to. He pulled the trigger.

As always, he blessedly didn’t hear the gunshot or feel the bullet enter his brain; it was too fast for human senses to register, making it in other ways the best way to reset time. Instead, one second Alyx was sobbing desperately, the next everyone was congratulating themselves and each other on the successful launch of the rocket. Again to Gordon but to them it would be the first time; he was the only one who ever remembered.

Opening his eyes, he stood in front of the rocket’s command console. Through the window the trail of the rocket was still visible, the portal already dissipating. A victory for sure, one he wasn’t going to let be ruined by Eli’s or anyone else’s death.

He knocked on the desk with the metal part of the HEV suit’s glove, getting everyone’s eyes on him. Not something he did often, it was easier to let people talk even if he’d heard it before – it often gave him time to rest, even if it was only for a little while and not a proper sit down or nap – but given where the Advisors had come from it might be possible to get the jump on them instead of the other way around.

“Two Advisors are coming,” he signed. “Or are already here, waiting on the hanger roof.”

The smiles on everyone’s face dimmed. “How would you know that?” Eli, blessedly alive and well again, asked. “Not that I doubt you but… I suppose I perhaps shouldn’t ask.”

Gordon had considered telling them about his dying and resetting thing several times now but… there was no need to burden anyone else with his suffering or the news that he’d watched them die. And so it was indeed best not to ask how he knew because he wasn’t going to answer.

“I don’t see how they could possibly be here and us not know about it,” Mangusson said. “But fine, I’ll send someone to go look.”

“Send Dog.” If he could get the jump on one or both of the Advisors again, their chances were better. “I’ll go too. You,” Gordon indicated Eli, “stay with here with him.” He pointed to Kleiner.

Before Eli could try to protest or agree to the order, Alyx cut in. “You should listen to him, Dad. He knows things sometimes. It saved our lives on the way here more than once.”

“I’m inclined to agree,” Dr. Kleiner said, stepping up next to Eli. “Gordon did just kill a whole armada of striders after all. So if he says there’s danger and you should hang back, it’s probably wise to listen.”

Whether Eli even wanted to try to voice a protest or not, Gordon was already headed through the door. Alyx wasn’t far behind. As she paused to whistle for Dog, Gordon continued forward to the hanger. Upon stepping into it, it looked just as innocuous as it had before. No mental pulse, bringing a headache and distorted vision. Perhaps the Advisors were getting better at reigning that in. Unfortunate in that it meant it wouldn’t be as easy as Gordon had been thinking to know when one was nearby.

Continuing forward, he kept his eyes glued on the window the Advisors had seemingly come through. Not bothering with the elevator, he vaulted over the railing, landing with a clank on the hanger floor. He approached the helicopter.

Nothing… nothing… A loud clatter came from the roof. A moment later one of the windows shattered as Dog, clutching one of the Advisors came spiraling through it. Dog’s spare claw ripped at what looked like its face, pulling bits off, thick oil like blood oozing out.

“Holy shit.” Alyx’s voice came the right, seemingly by the entrance. “Gordon, you were right. Get him Dog! Fuck him up!”

Gordon pulled out and unpacked the rocket launcher. The second one had to be… Ah, there it was, floating through the broken window, perhaps giving chase. He loaded a rocket, aimed, and fired. With how close it was, there was no way it didn’t hit. … Except, moments before contact, the rocket veered, curving off to just barely miss instead. Damn it. Fighting these things wasn’t going to be easy, huh?

The Advisor’s trajectory changed, coming quickly towards him instead. Pain pulsed in his head, his vision blurring. The rocket launcher landed at his feet with a clatter as a now familiar force pushed on his body. It locked his limbs to his sides as it forced him up against the wall once more. Struggling was futile but he did it anyway, thrashing as much as the telekinetic force holding him would let him. Which wasn’t much.

Somewhere Alyx shouted something and a gun went off. The Advisor made a pained sound as just for a moment, the force holding Gordon vanished. It came again before he could even finish falling, pressing into his chest and making it hard to breath.

He slid along the wall, his HEV suit scraping loudly against it as the Advisor moved toward the entrance and thus presumably Alyx. A moment later she was crying out again as she was pushed up next to him. And then they were moving again, the Advisor holding them against the wall as it moved towards where Dog was seemingly finishing off its companion.

Said counterpart Gordon couldn’t see particularly well from this angle but it was on the floor, partially deflated, its blood pooling around it as it twitched and shuddered. Atop it, Dog, seemed to deem he’d done enough before turning and… too late, the second Advisor was in range. Dog’s attempted leap towards it ended abruptly, leaving him hovering in the air, held so tight, he couldn’t move.

His form shuddered and shook for a second before with a ear piercing screech of tearing metal, his body tore apart and crumpled. The light in his eye dimmed and went out before he was dropped to land in a crumpled heap of metal and still sparking wires. No sign of movement.

“Dog!” Alyx screamed, struggling just as uselessly as when she’d tried to save Eli.

With a sigh, Gordon gave up, going limp as the Advisor’s supernatural grip would let him. He’d messed up again. For how much everyone revered him, he did that a lot. If anyone knew even the half of it, they likely wouldn’t look up to him so much. Hopefully his death this time would be fast.

The Advisor turned its attention back onto the two of them. It pulled Gordon towards itself. Good; watching Alyx die was always hard.

“Don’t you dare! Leave him alone!”

If the Advisor was even capable of understanding human speech, it showed no sign of it as its tentacle slipped out of it head towards Gordon. He would’ve told Alyx to look away but well… he couldn’t. Perhaps closing his eyes would be wise but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do that either.

It turned him, eliminating the temptation to look anyway by making it impossible to as it nosed at the back of his neck. Wet and slimy, he shuddered a moment before something sharp and needle like extended out of it, forcing its way through skin and bone. His whole body jerked with it, spasming in the Advisor’s telekinetic grip. Only for a moment as as all sensation vanished, leaving him utterly numb. A pressure built in his head, almost like it was about to…

Blinking open his eyes, he was back in the rocket control room. He flexed his hands, working the shakes out of them as he took deep breaths to steady himself as best he could. Curling up in a ball and crying about it never helped anyone. If anything, with how respected he now was, it’d make it worse. Also, he just plain didn’t have time to freak out about dying for the umpteenth time even if it was a new an awful way to do so. He had to stop thinking about it.

He’d failed again but he had learned something. The Advisors could be defeated and their telekinesis had a range, a seemingly fairly short one. So he just had to get the jump on both of them and stay out of their range otherwise. Easier said than done but it was far from the first time he’d had to do something seemingly impossible. With infinite tries anything was possible. … Hopefully he wouldn’t need infinite though. Dying sucked.

Once he had himself as in control as he could make himself, he knocked the back of the desk again, once more interrupting the chatter around him. “Two Advisors on the hanger roof,” he signed. “I need Dog to help take them out. You and you,” he indicated Eli and Kleiner, “stay here.” He turned and headed for the exit.

“Wait. How do you know that?” It was Magnusson who asked this time.

Gordon didn’t bother to respond.

“We should listen to him,” Alyx said as he paused at the door, holding it for her. “He knows things sometimes. It saved our lives on the way here more than once. So we’ll handle whatever it is, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m inclined to…” Kleiner began, the rest of his sentence being cut off as the door closed behind Alyx.

She whistled for Dog as they came to a stop a short distance away. He came bounding over from wherever he’d been waiting for her. “They’re on the hanger roof, you said?”

“Yes. I want Dog to throw me at one of them while he jumps the other.”

“Uh… that sounds dangerous. Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Dog had proven twice now that the Advisors couldn’t use their telekinesis when too distracted. Gordon just had to do the same thing Dog did and they could kill both… theoretically.

Alyx frowned. “How do you know that? I mean… you were right about other times the Combine jumped us, yeah, but this is awfully specific. Not that I don’t trust you but… you know.”

If Gordon were to ever tell anyone, it’d be her. Her knowing would be helpful in some instances but… as long as she continued to trust him and would do as he asked without an explanation, he wouldn’t burden her. Dying over and over to prevent the true death of others was his trial to endure, not talking about it made it easier to bear. So… “Trust me.”

“Okay.” She sighed and turned to Dog. “Dog, there are two Advisors on the hanger roof. Gordon wants you to throw him at one of them while you jump the other one. Can you do that?”

Dog shuffled as he nodded, seemingly eager for action. Hopefully when all this was done Gordon would get a chance to finally chat with Eli about Dog’s construction and how sentient he was. Such peace seemed impossible to reach but… hopefully one day it wouldn’t.

Reaching back Gordon unhooked the crossbow from his back and unfolded it before handing it to Alyx. “Stay back. Shoot from a distance.” He handed her a bundle of bolts next.

“Got it. Good luck.”

“You too.” He turned and climbed onto Dog’s back. He locked the fingers of one hand in place just in time to not fall off as Dog took bounding off towards the hanger.

~

Another death and then another and another. It was not the most painful of deaths to have his brain sucked out but the violation brought its own horror, making it among the more unpleasant ways to die.

The next attempt ended with both Advisors dead but Dog was busted and broken beyond repair too. A robot, yes but… how sentient was this robot? Enough to be worth saving? Seemingly so. But more importantly, Alyx was fond of him, reason enough to save him but also, said fondness had rubbed of onto Gordon and thus he lifted his pistol and shot himself to try again.

It was three more attempts before finally, finally the Advisors were both dead without bringing anyone else with them. As with many battles, victory had largely come down to luck.

Panting for breath, Gordon shot the deflating body of the Advisor beneath his feet a few more times, emptying the rest of his loaded shotgun shells into it. Its blood was thick and in the context of being in a hanger looked not unlike motor oil if not for its source.

Reloading the shotgun, he strolled over to the other side of the helicopter. Dog was atop the other Advisor’s body. It was pounded flat already, clearly dead, but just because he was mad, Gordon emptied a few shells into what looked like where its face had once been anyway. These things sucked, pun intended.

“Holy shit, Gordon, that was awesome.” Alyx said as she ran up, still holding the crossbow.

Gordon took a hand off the shotgun to give her a quick, “Thanks.” Not for the compliment though, it hadn’t felt awesome in the least, but because this attempt wasn’t a flop solely due to her getting into position just in time to to hit the Advisor and break its telekinesis before Gordon could be forced to drop his gun again. Having a companion was endlessly a thing to be grateful for. He would move the world for her if she wanted him to.

Her having no idea the depths of what she did for him though, he didn’t express that sentiment as he instead started back for the hanger exit. He had to double check and make sure everyone was alive and thus he was free to continue.

~

Cleaning up the Advisors’ bodies took some time as did sending teams to patrol the whole of the White Forest base, making sure no more unwanted surprises had made their way in somehow. But once done with that, there was a rush to start getting the helicopter ready for Gordon and Alyx to leave as soon as possible before something else went wrong that might jeopardize their mission.

No time to waste with proper rest, there never was. It was always one thing after another, endlessly. They had a whole alien army to fight, a world to save. And it had to be Gordon because in everyone else’s eyes he could consistently do and survive the impossible without much issue. But even if everyone knew the truth, he was still the best one for the job based solely off the fact that with infinite retries he could ensure the outcome he wanted even if he had to suffer for it.

But if Eli, Kleiner or anyone else Gordon cared for died while he was away, he couldn’t undo it, not as easily anyway. Something that had always been the case but after watching Eli die, it now seemed more of a prevalent threat than ever before. Making the prospect of leaving difficult. But alas, this power of his gave him the best shot at reaching the Borealis and then hopefully using it to get the Combine off Earth. Or to follow Eli’s warnings and destroy it before someone else, such as the Combine, could use it. He would decide when he got there. Regardless, he had no real choice but to roll with it and let Eli bundle him and Alyx with enough supplies and equipment to hopefully get them to the Borealis.

“No Dog, I’m sorry, you can’t come,” Alyx said as they stood by, waiting for the helicopter to finish being loaded for their journey. “You have to stay here and help Dad and the rest of the resistance, okay? They need your help and uh, you’re too heavy. We gotta travel light as we can to stretch our fuel as far as it’ll go.”

Dog shuffled and did the robot equivalent of a whine, the panels on his head pulling back as if wilting. Alyx patted his head. He leaned into it, indicating once more that he was capable of feeling in some capacity, even if it was perhaps only emotional. … Gordon would’ve loved the chance to have worked on him with Eli.

“I’ll take good care of him,” Eli said. “And I’m sure he’ll take good care of us.”

“And you two take care of each other,” Kleiner added. Having had time to finish monitoring the rocket he’d come out to the hanger to see them off. “We’ll be in radio contact with you as much as we can but it’s a long way so I’m not sure how much that’ll be. So mostly you’ll have to watch out for each other.”

“Well we made it this far together, so I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Her optimism was admirable. Even if from her perspective everything had gone well, there was still so much that could go wrong.

“And remember, once you reach the Borealis don’t jump right into activating it. I still think its our best shot at winning this war but that doesn’t mean don’t be cautious about it. Try to figure out what it does first if you can.”

“And if you can’t figure out what it does, consider not messing with it at all.” Eli gave Kleiner a pointed look. The two of them were going to argue about this more once Gordon and Alyx left, huh? Hopefully it wouldn’t cause too many problems between them.

“We’ll figure it out once we get there. But I guess uh… this is goodbye for now. Gosh, I can’t believe I’m the one being sent on this. Not that I don’t wanna go but…” Alyx threw her arms around Eli. “I’ll miss you guys.”

“I’ll miss you too, sweetie.”

Pulling back, Alyx hugged Kleiner next. “Uh… yes,” he said, adjusting his glasses as he pulled back. “Be sure to come back safe as quick as you can. Bring Gordon back too if at all possible.”

“Of course I’ll bring him back. What do you mean if possible?”

“Well I mean, after the Black Mesa incident, when he killed the Nihilanth…” Kleiner trialed off as he glanced at Gordon. “You know.”

Grimacing, Alyx turned to look back at Gordon too. “Oh yeah, huh? Um… I know you guys said I don’t need to know but I think I’ve earned the right to be told why and how he was frozen in time for twenty years, especially since I’m going with him on this and thus might have to try to stop it from happening again.”

Damn! That was possible, wasn’t it? To hide his flinch, Gordon took a step back. Once done here, the man in the suit might put him back into the void until he was needed for another job. One he couldn’t refuse because the alternative was death which he came back from. The vortiguants had seemed to pull him out of the man’s hold but… how sure was that really?

He had to take a series of deep breaths to stave off the sudden need to reach for something to steady himself; there was nothing around to grab. That was something best not thought about. He could only hope for mercy at the end of this. Surely he’d earned it, right? The suited man might not care though because why would he? Gordon was just a tool to help accomplish whatever his mysterious goals were. If so there was nothing he could about that so he had to stop thinking about it. He had to finish this first, worrying about what would happen after would only make that task harder. No more thinking about that or anything else. Only what was right in front of him mattered.

“A man in a suit, huh?” Alyx was saying as Gordon focused himself back in the present. Damn it, they were still talking about him. “Does he have a… briefcase?”

“You’ve seen him.” Eli grimaced, more angry with this confirmation than shocked as he was when he’d first learned of it.

“Maybe, I don’t know. It feels like I might’ve had a dream about him or something. What does he want?”

“We don’t know,” Kleiner replied. “We have a few theories but we don’t have time to go over them right now. You two have to get going before something else comes up. There’s no time to waste.”

Another round of hugs between them, this time Alyx hugged Dog too. “We’ll talk more about this once this is all over though, got it?” She then turned and started for the helicopter.

Before Gordon could finish turning to follow, Eli stepped towards him. “Take good care of her, please. Keep her safe.”

“I will, I promise.” Gordon wouldn’t dream of doing anything different.

“Thank you.” Eli took another step towards him, opening his arms for a hug.

Gordon couldn’t properly feel it through the HEV suit but… it took all his willpower not to cling to it in desperation. The comforts of physical touch had become foreign to him. And so even as brief as the hug was, it still almost brought tears to his eyes by the time it ended.

“Take care of yourself too.”

Gordon couldn’t promise that, not with how often he had to turn his gun on himself to reset time to save someone. So instead, before he did tear up anyway, he turned away and headed for the helicopter.

From there, it wasn’t long before they were getting ready to take off. Since neither of them knew how to fly a helicopter and thus couldn’t be trusted flying all the way to the arctic, a pilot by the name of Mori joined them. Gordon was offered the passenger seat but declined, choosing the back instead. There was more room to lay down, something he really needed. Surprisingly Alyx joined him, sitting in the row of seats across from. “In case you need to say something to Mori,” she said in way of explanation without even needing to be asked.

“Thanks,” he signed. Her talking for him was probably wise.

“All right,” Mori said from their spot in the cockpit’s driver seat. “Headsets and seat belts on and then we’re off to the arctic fast as we can go.”

Gordon put the headset on – being able to hear them even when the helicopter was running was important after all – but didn’t buckle in. Instead he lay down, using one of their packs of supplies as a pillow. It wasn’t comfortable but that didn’t matter, he hadn’t had more than three or so hours of sleep at a time since the night before the resonance cascade, technically more than twenty years ago. So he was going to sleep as much as he possibly could on this flight.

~

Next Chapter

[dream-meister-translations]

HEATH'S PAST STORY #2

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That boy introduced himself as Velvet and he made me a proposal I couldn't refuse…

VELVET : There's an engineer in Woodman, part of the guild there. He's good. He might be able to forge you a new arm.

VELVET : Of course, that's easier said than done, but… If you're serious about being a musician, then I think it's worth a shot.

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HEATH : Here we are… Over The Rainbow…

The certainty radiating from the boy was almost too much to bear, and before long I'd dragged my heavy body all the way there…

HEATH : (I doubt I'll ever be able to play like I used to… Even with a prosthetic arm…)

HEATH : (What's the point of even coming here… I can't play what I want either way…)

Still, I couldn't give up on what little hope he'd given me so I braced myself, and headed up the apartment.

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Waiting for me there was… A tall, young man, with a surprisingly handsome face, almost as if it had been crafted by hand.

????? : ….Hello.

HEATH : H-Hi, I uhh…

????? : Allow me to confirm. Are you Heath?

HEATH : Yeah, I'm Heath… And you are?

????? : Lord Velvet told me what happened. I am Towa, the Puppeteer.

HEATH : …Huh!? So it's you…

Velvet had given me his name.

He was my one hope. The one Velvet believed could save me.

And now that he was in front of me… I couldn't help feeling anxious, nauseous… Like I'd been holding my breath for far too long...

HEATH : Towa, I'm... I want to be able to make people smile again.

TOWA : Apologies, Master Heath. I do not understand what you mean.

HEATH : Oh, uhh… Sorry. I'm not good at this… I mean, umm…

HEATH : Assuming we went ahead with the procedure, I was, uh, wondering if I… If I'd ever be able to play the piano again…

TOWA : That I do not know. This is experimental technology. First, we would have to fit the prosthetic. We'll have no way of knowing until we do some tests.

TOWA : For what it's worth, the prosthetic I've manufactured is capable of understanding one's willl, and will move according to the user.

TOWA : Through rehabilitation and continued improvements to the technology, we should be able to bring the prosthetic closer in function to that of a real arm.

TOWA : So, to that, the one thing I can say at this point with absolute certainty, is that this will not be a half-hearted effort.

HEATH : I… I was prepared for such but… This is going to be a long road, isn't it?

A prosthetic hand that can move in tandem with the wearer… When I first heard about it, it sounded like some farfetched dream.

It's amazing technology but it's still experimental… That's exactly why I worry that this might just might just be a huge waste of time.

HEATH : (But… But I have no choice. I have to take my chances with this…)

HEATH : Please take good care of me, Towa.

I bowed my head toward Towa, dipping even further down than when I'd finish a concert set at a competition.

TOWA : Please raise your head, Master Heath. I've not yet done anything to deserve your gratitude.

TOWA : I will do my best to be of service to you.

HEATH : …Th-Thank you!

And thus, I took my first step toward rediscovering the meaning of my life...

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Thirty Five.

I’m glad this is coming to an end in the coming chapters, as it’s taught me that the word count is just too high for many of you to enjoy, and I quite agree. Fanfiction should be a lot more bite sized, and since I originally wrote this all those years ago, I’ve learned not to droan on and on and thus ward off potential readers by the size of each chapter, but not by much, so I need to improve again with being more concise. Thanks to the few of you who did take a chance on it, though. I know this wasn’t popular, but eh, win some, lose some. 

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Angel's POV

Looking down at Edie as she sleeps peacefully by my side, I never thought I'd be back here. I thought the sun would burn me up in my last effort to get back to her, and before that I thought I was dead for sure, as she and everyone else had no doubt assumed was my fate. It'll take some explaining, what happened to me and how I managed to escape, but I'm not about to go into that now.  

Right now, I'm too busy feeling overjoyed at the fact I can feel my baby next to me, feel her warmth against me and her breath fluttering across my chest. I've missed her so much, and I've only been gone for four days. I can't even begin to imagine what she must have gone through. Just then her closest door opens, and out walks EZ, who does the best double take I think I've ever seen. He must have been here looking after Edie in the wake of my 'death', and I'll thank him eternally for that.

"Wh..." he goes to shout before I put an urgent finger to my lips, not wanting him to wake Edie. She's exhausted; I can feel it through our blood tie. Miley left not long after they pulled me in off the lawn this morning, so there's only Edie here to worry about waking. Moving myself from underneath her quickly, I rest her head back down on the pillow, and move with EZ outside into the dark yard.

"Okay, go.” I expect his reaction to be loud. He doesn't disappoint.

"What the fuck? You're alive! Angel, you're fucking alive!" He roars at the top of his lungs before jumping on me, both arms and legs around me as he laughs hysterically. That's the biggest reaction I've ever seen him make to anything as a vampire, and I cannot help but feel really touched by his obvious delight.

"I'm as alive as a vampire can be," I chuckle as he composes himself, the huge grin not leaving his face as he clutches my shoulder.

"How though, I mean they felt you die, Ursula and Edie both felt you die," he exclaims in bewilderment, still looking stunned.

"I'll explain all as soon as I get home. I want to tell you all at once. Speaking of Ursula, I'm surprised she hasn't felt me and found her way to me," I comment, curious at that fact, the fact my creator hasn't appeared yet.

"Well, she was so distressed when we thought you'd died that she went to ground, but if she's unearthed herself now, she probably thinks what she can feel is a trick of the blood, just like what Edie has been feeling, too," EZ replies, giving me an idea.

"Actually, on second thoughts I think I will go and wake Edie, so we can all go home and surprise the shit out of Ursula, and then I can explain what happened to you all at one time." He agrees to it, before we head back in and I go and wake up a very beautiful and sleepy lady, after of course being dived all over by my wolves, who are as happy to see me as I am them. I then take a very quick shower, since I'm absolutely filthy. I still smell of burned flesh, even though I've healed, it's lingering in my hair mostly. After I'm done, I get out of the bathroom fast, leaving it free for my girlfriend to use.

While Edie gets herself ready, EZ and I hatch a little scheme to give Ursula the shock of her life, knowing she'll probably slap the crap out of both of us, but not caring. This'll be too good not to do, and we share our plan with Edie as soon as she's all washed, dressed and made up. She looks so beautiful, even just in her plain black leather leggings and a big beige sweater.

"Hold on, I have the perfect thing," she tells us after we've filled her in on our plan, running into her lounge and coming back with a big piece of red ribbon she then ties around my waist, looping it into a pretty big bow. I'm glad I had a fresh set of clothes here to change into after showering briefly just now, since the jeans I had on are fit to be condemned and are currently residing in Edie's trash can. We then set out in the direction of the place I've longed for almost as much as I have Edie. Home.

"She's outside, I can feel her there," I tell EZ very quietly as we begin to walk up the path at the front of the house.

"Okay, I'll go round the back. Just stay at the gate until the time is right," he whispers, while we head around, Edie and I hiding right back against the wall at the side of the gate.

"Yo! Stop smiling," I mouth to him, watching him make his face go back to blank before he continues over to where I can see Ursula is sat at the table, her back to us.

"Ursula, it's good to have you back. How are you feeling now?" I hear him ask her as he crouches by her side, resting his hand on her arm.

"I am alas no better for spending those four days underground sadly, my lovely. These cursed blood tricks, I keep being fooled into thinking he's still alive. If only he was," she laments, while Edie and I begin to creep up closer.

"I know you do, I know. I can only hope my Christmas present for you might help with that," EZ says to her, doing a damn good job of not letting the corners of his mouth turn up as I move away from Edie quickly to right behind Ursula.

"I'm alive!" I then roar into my creator's ear in a humorous tone, watching her practically jump a foot from her seat and then turn around to look at me in disbelief. She covers her mouth with her hands, her eyes filling with bloody tears. I then receive the same hysterical reaction I had from Edie, mixed in with EZ's as well. My creator leaps up off her feet and into my arms, crying and laughing all at the same time as she hugs me just as tightly as I do her, kissing my face over and over.

"You wicked, wicked children, playing tricks on me!" she shouts at us as EZ, Edie and I all absolutely fall apart with laughter. "Look at you, with a bow too! Oh, my darling boy, words cannot describe how thrilled and relieved I am. How, though? I felt you die, I felt it, my darling!"  

“I’ll tell you in a bit. Let me just enjoy this. Fuck, I thought I’d never see you again,” I whisper, kissing her head as I stroke her hair, her scent comforting to me. "I love you, mom."  

"I love you too, my beautiful son," she replies with emotion, squeezing me so tightly that if I needed to breathe, I wouldn't able to right now. It's then Charles turn for a massive surprise, when obviously hearing the commotion from out here in the back yard he comes out, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. He just stands and points, his mouth dropping open and a look of total shock consuming his face.

"But... but... but..." he stammers, his mouth opening and closing.

"Yeah, Charles. I'm fine, thank you for asking," I laugh sarcastically as he gapes in utter disbelief. He then comes over and throws his arms around me, hugging me so tightly that for a moment it feels like he's trying to strangle me, two tears slipping from his eyes when he lets me go and takes a good look at me.

"Well, my boy, don't we have some explaining to do!" He grips me shoulder tightly before cradling my face in his hands, kissing my forehead.  

"Yes! We must hear this at once, Angel. Come, let us go inside,” Ursula states, taking my hand and leading me into the house, where I notice a distinct lack of everything I was expecting.  

"Erm… where are all the decorations?” Around this time of year, she earns the nickname Mrs Christmas from us all. We don't really care much for it, but Ursula absolutely adores the festive period. There normally isn't a surface in the house that doesn't sparkle with some ornament or another, and I have to give her credit, she does decorate beautifully with a lot of taste.

"I didn't feel much like putting them up, considering I thought you'd just died," she explains, while I frown and start shaking my head.

"Nah, ain’t having that. My explanation on how I got home can wait. We're dressing the house properly first," I tell her, kissing her forehead before looking at both EZ and Charles. What then happens over the next ten minutes is the swiftest recreation of Ursula's usual glittering celebration of Christmas you've ever seen, with me even going out to the back yard and ripping up a tree to use. She usually likes to go to and purchase one, but this'll have to do. It's an evergreen, at least. Once I've sunk it into a big pot of soil and carried it back in, I leave the decorating of it to my creator while Charles, EZ and I all finish off the rest of the house.

"Ah now where's the fairy for the top?" Ursula hums as we all walk back into the hallway where the huge tree stands to the side of the back door opposite the stairs, finding her rooting through the many boxes all the decorations are stored in.

"Angel, get up there," EZ says, pointing at the top of the tree. I pick him up and throw him right into the front door for his comment, making him and everyone else laugh as he flies through the air.

"I think we should put some wings on Edie and stick her up there!" Charles then announces, picking up my giggling girlfriend who then squeals when he lifts her right up high. The happiness in this house right now feels amazing. It's good to be home, but now to actually explain to my family how I got back, and where I've been.

"So, I'll start at the point where I thought I was being arrested by the AVA," I begin when we're all sitting in the comfort of Ursula's sitting room, candles burning everywhere and the open fire blazing. "Oh by the way, where are Constance and Coco?"  

"Up on the coast in Orange County, Constance has a friend who they're staying with. She wanted to give the family time, after, well you know," Ursula informs me, and with that I go ahead with my story.

"I see. Now, back to what happened from the moment I was bundled into the back of the van. No one said a word to me, but they took my shirt off and threw a silver net over me to keep me still, quiet and in agony. It was at that point I knew they weren't AVA, the vampires who took me. They drove me a short distance, at least shorter than I expected and then suddenly stopped and pulled me out of the back of the van and handed me over to a different group of vampires.  

“After that I don't know what happened, because that's when they injected silver into my brain via a needle to my temple. I woke up hours later in a box, the silver still affecting me. I was travelling somewhere at this point, and there was a spy hole in the box that someone kept opening to check on me, saying 'he's conscious, just about' when they opened it to see me looking out at them. They stopped the vehicle to fuel up somewhere close to the Californian border; I recognised the smell of the air.

"It was about half an hour after we crossed the state line that the spy hole opened up again, and this time a huge needle came poking through and into my neck. That needle was attached to a tube, which they began draining me from. They left me with such little blood that I was barely alive, and switched myself off to prevent exerting energy I didn't have. At that moment I had no idea what was going to happen to me, but I guessed one possibility was that I was being drained to weaken my blood tie with Ursula, same as why I'd been silvered on the brain. I then supposed I'd be buried alive somewhere where she wouldn't be able to find me," I begin in explanation to the room, reaching for Ursula's hand when she starts sniffing, her eyes brimming with red pools.

"That's when I thought you'd died, in that moment when you were drained. Of course, with the silver to your brain you'd suffered as well, it made our connection so weak it mimicked the death of our tie," she interjects with while I nod, squeezing her fingers, putting my other arm around Edie when she moves to cuddle into me.

"After another day had passed, I brought myself around and was barely conscious, but the smell all around me indicated I wasn't on land any longer. I was at sea on a boat, that much I knew. I also knew I was in some kind of cargo area, in a packing crate and not a coffin. I could hear human voices not far from where I was, and by the sounds of it from the bits and pieces of conversation I heard, they had no idea what they were dumping over the side into the ocean, but they were being paid a fucking big wedge of cash for their trouble.  

“Anyway, I knew I had to get out of there, but there was no way I could shout or break my way out, I was just too weak. It was when I felt that I still had my rings on that I thought of an idea. I began knocking them against the side of the crate, just tapping away as much as I could. They'd taken the cuffs off so I could move my hands, just about.

"I was tapping and tapping away for about half an hour until one of the two guys down there finally heard something, and they sat still and listened before beginning to follow the sound over to the packing crate I was lying in. They then talked between themselves for a bit, one saying 'I don't feel right putting it over the side if that tapping is an animal. Might be a cat or something man, that ain't cool', while the other said he'd fetch a crowbar to open it and check.  

That's just what they did, and both of them jumped back in surprise when they saw me looking up at them. 'Jesus, holy fuck! No way! No…fuck this, I'm getting Kurt to turn this boat around, I ain't having no murder on my hands man! Don't worry dude, come on let me get you out of there, you must be fucking freezing!' is what the one started babbling, obviously not realising he was talking to a vampire. Just then though the boat jerked, and another packing case a third of the size came down and bashed me on the head, which knocked me out again," I continue.

"That's when I felt you; your energy rose up only to go down again. That's what it was," Edie tells me, smiling, looking relieved that I’m here by her side again. God, so am I.  

"So, what happened after that?" EZ then questions from the adjacent couch, where he sits next to Charles, Ursula of course in her armchair and me sitting closest to her on the other couch with Edie. I then begin to explain to them what happened after I came around from taking a packing crate to the head…

Two days ago, aboard a boat sailing west off the coast of Bodega Bay, CA…

"Rico, he's gone, he's fucking cold as ice and he's got no damned pulse. What in the hell are we going do? He died on our watch and we were paid to come out here and dump him, we're going down man! We're going down!" the guy who is holding a rag to my head is saying nervously as I begin to open my eyes. As soon as he sees me blinking up at him, he talks no more. Shooting up from his crouched position next to me, he scuttles backward with a look of terrified shock on his face.

"D-d-dude, y-you got no pulse, and you're stone cold, what the…" he begins before standing up and coming back over to me. I'm just about able to drop fang, making a look of realisation come over his face.

"Oh, oh right. Well, I still ain't dumping you over the side, even though you are dead already, kinda," he speaks slowly, looking wary of me. I just about manage to lift my hand and curl my finger at him, indicating I want him to come close.

"Won't hurt you, need blood," I somehow find the strength to croak to him, with him craning his ear to hear.

"Did he say he wanted blood?" the other guy asks, who's been out of my line of vision up until now, having jumped back like his friend did.

"Yeah, I think that's what he said. I ain't letting him bite me, look at the fucking size of those teeth, bro! No way, uh-uh, can't do it, sorry," he states in refusal.

"Then I'll do it, he ain't right and we can't just leave him like this. He ain't healing himself, and I don't know a whole lot about vampires, but I think he needs blood to heal," the other man muses, seeming a lot quicker on the uptake than his buddy. Well, give yourself a gold star, but just hurry the fuck up and get over here so I can feed. He eventually comes over to me and then hesitates suddenly. "Do you have to bite my neck?"  

I shake my head. “Wrist.” He nods, moving it slowly before its right in front of my mouth. I bite on and begin to drink from him, but I know just him won't be enough. At least I have the strength to sit up and talk properly after taking about half a pint from him.

"I need to drink from you too. Your friend here will pass out if I take any more from him, and I won't recover properly if I don't get it. You might need to ask anyone else on board as well," I tell the other man, who just nods dumbly and doesn't look pleased as he comes over and holds out his wrist. I then take a half pint from him, and then a half pint from the one they called Kurt, the first man who I fed from going up to take charge of the boat and also steer it back to land. I’ll take another feed from all three of them again later in the journey, after they've had time to recover from the first, so they don't become lightheaded or risk fainting.  

It's while we take the forty-minute trip back to shore again that I explain I'm being targeted by an underground - and very dangerous - human hating group of vampires, and that I've done nothing wrong. I also tell them if they give me as much information as they can and provide me safe transport back home, I'll pay them double what they were paid to give me a sea burial.

"It was a human guy, had a really scarred face and stank of cigarettes, and he was old, like seventy or so. He came over to us at the harbour, we're workers down there, and he asked if we'd mind dumping some crates into the sea. He promised the contents wasn't dangerous at all, said it was some well packed dead animal carcasses a farmer friend of his needed to get rid of in a hurry because of disease or something, and offered us all ten grand each to take a boat out here tonight and dump them a few miles offshore. He said he'd meet us here at midnight and that's just what he did, paid us in cash and had some guys load up our boat. We had no idea you were there, honestly. By the way my name is Rico, and you are?" he explains, offering me his hand. I shake it, even though handshakes aren't a vampire's thing.

"Angel.”

"Look Angel, don't worry about the cash. Just give me the gas money to get you back home and I'll take you as soon as we dock," he offers with a shrug.

"Where are we right now?"  

"About eight miles off the coast of Bodega Bay, California.”

"You won't have time tonight; I live in Las Vegas. Are you sure you want to take me that far?" I ask him.

"Ahhhh shit, man I can't take you a twenty hour round trip, I'm really sorry, but it's Christmas the day after next and since we can't set out until tomorrow night, I just can't swing it. I got kids dude, I can't do it," he laments, shaking his head sadly and looking honestly remorseful he can't help me further. It's here that I see that these guys aren't bad at all; they're poor and were offered a hell of a lot of money to do a job with no questions asked.

"I understand, of course I do. You can't be away from your children at Christmas, it's okay," I reassure him.

"I can help you, though. I'll help you sneak into a truck bound for Vegas tomorrow night. If we find one leaving the truck stop at first dark, you can be back in city by around 4am Christmas morning. I do some occasional long-distance driving to bring in extra cash when the harbour is quiet, so I know a few guys down there and there's always someone heading down to Nevada, and nine times out of ten straight to Las Vegas. I'm Reece by the way," the guy who refused to let me feed on him first then says to me, making me breathe a sigh of relief. I have a way back to Edie, my family and my life. I can't get back under my own steam, I'm still too weak. I have to replenish ten pints of blood after all, and I've only had three. I can just about manage as it is, but I'll have to find a few more feeds before I rest tonight.

"Can either of you provide somewhere completely light proof for me to sleep for the day when the sun comes up in a few hours?" I then ask them both.

"Yeah, you can sleep in my basement. No one ever goes down there anyway other than me. My wife wouldn't appreciate me bringing a vampire into the house, even though my kids would think you're totally badass. They love vampires," Rico offers, with a small laugh. "Hey, I'm not feeling bad, here. Take another few mouthfuls, top up. You're looking pale, even for a vampire." At the moment I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and take another half a pint from him, but insist he doesn't drive when we finally dock in the harbour in case he does get lightheaded. Instead, Kurt drives us to Rico's modest home just ten minutes from the harbour, and as soon as we're back, he goes ahead into the house to check the way, beckoning with his hand behind him to indicate I follow when the coast is clear.

"Rico, you have to invite me in, or I can't enter your home," I then hiss at him quietly from the door.

"Please come in," he replies, and with that I step inside. "Down here, the steps are steep." He then says to me, opening a door when we get to the kitchen that leads down a flight of steps. He switches the light on about halfway down the stairs, and I use the tiny bit of energy I have to do so to zoom down the rest and stop when I get to the bottom. I then see a table with a big stack of carpet underneath it to my left and go and lie down under it right on top of the dusty old former floor coverings. This will do.

"Thank you, Rico," I say, feeling weak and needing sleep.

"You're welcome, Angel. I'll come down at first dark tomorrow and get you out into Reece's car so he can take you to the truck stop." He tells me with a nod before he leaves the basement, switching off the light. For the first time I check my pockets to see if I have a cell, and find that of course I don't. That would have been taken from me probably before I got thrown into the van back outside my shop. I doubt I'd have the energy to say much to anyone anyway, I've never felt so weak.  

I just hope I wake up again after going to sleep since I'm so, so ill at the moment, and replenishing through sleep will take willpower. The fight within me to be reunited with Edie alone is enough to compel me to do just that. I have to get back to her, I have to. She no doubt thinks I'm dead, just as my family likely do too. I have to get back to them to prove otherwise.  

I feel relieved and very, very hungry when I awake the next evening, Christmas Eve to be precise. I should be out celebrating with Edie and her friends right now, Eric too. I have a great life to get back to. Rico enters the basement just a few minutes after I've awoken, and he also brings down five friends with him as well as Reece.

"My wife is throwing her annual Christmas party, and these are my buddies who can be trusted with the secret that you've been down here since last night, and will help by letting you feed on them," he tells me, while I feel extremely thankful of such good fortune at five willing donors, six counting Rico himself. I feed off each of them quickly before they sneak me back upstairs and out of the house to the car, Reece pulling off quickly and heading for the truck stop. Even though I'm up to six pints of blood in my system, it still isn't enough, I'm still weak and will only continue to get weaker on my ten-hour journey back home to Las Vegas.

"You're in luck, my buddy Jeff is leaving for Vegas in twenty minutes, that big green truck over there containing soft drinks, bottled water and champagne for a big fancy corporate Christmas party tomorrow night at one of the hotels, so it'll drop you on the main drag," Reece tells me as he gets back into his car with a cup of nauseating smelling takeout coffee. He puts it in the holder and points over to the truck in the distance, and after thanking him I leave, shooting across to it and letting myself in quickly. Twenty minutes later and my journey home begins. I'm coming, Edie. I'm coming back to you.

Throughout most of the journey I manage to sleep, the weakness of being without the amount of blood I need making that possible entirely. It'll also give me a little more strength too, but not much. I need to be a lot better fed to regain my complete strength, at least eight or nine pints in my system if not the full ten are what I need. I'll be busy when we arrive in Vegas. Smelling the air becoming more familiar all around me about seven hours later, I know I'm not far from home, about two hours away now. Suddenly though, the truck begins to slow down, and then it pulls over at the side of the road, parking up and the engine cutting off. I then hear some shuffling around in the front of the cab, and then nothing more until my ears pick up on the sound of the driver snoring another five minutes later.

"This is all I fucking need." I mutter to myself. I'm two hours away from Vegas, I'm too weak to move by myself at speed, so I have to get out and find another means of travel. I hope as I walk to the back door that we've pulled over at a truck stop, even though all is quiet around. When I open the door though I find the truck is pulled over in the middle of nowhere, nothing but desert for as far as I can see in each direction when I climb up to the top of the truck to take a look. I'm stuck here until sleeping beauty up front decides to wake up. I'd drive the truck myself, but I'll end up crashing it in the state I'm in, I know I will. I'm also probably not strong enough to fight him off, or heal a knife or bullet wound should he be armed. Yep, I'm stuck.

Going back in, I lie down on top of the crates of champagne again, figuring I might as well go back to sleep and rest as much as possible. I find that impossible though, and so just lie here in a switched off state instead, only disturbed when the engine starts up again a time later. I know it's not far from sunrise, and 6am comes roughly an hour later.  

When it does, I feel the need to sleep becoming a powerful lure. My head nods, and I have to use every bit of strength I have to fight the urge to go to sleep. I have to stay awake. Just doing it for half an hour feels like torture, forty minutes in and I’m really struggling not to shut my eyes at all. I fling myself down off the crates to begin pacing up and down, physically forcing myself not to fall asleep when I accidentally catch one of the thick ratchet straps on my foot, thus sending six crates crashing to the floor.

Shit.

The driver hears too, applying his foot to the brake as the truck swings over to pull up.

Shit!

I hear him muttering while opening the cab to get out and walk around to the side of the truck, while I jump on top of the crates on the other side, perched out of view of the door. It feels like he's walking in slow motion as he approaches the rear doors, each of his steps crisping the gravelly surface at the side of the highway deafening to my ears. The door then opens, meaning I have to move quickly to dodge the sunlight, a massive wave of tired hitting me before pure vampiric instinct takes over. I dive on the man, dragging him into the truck, covering his mouth with my hand, muffling his startled screams before I sink my teeth into his neck and begin to feed.  

I'm greedy, and I take more than I need because I now know I have to travel through the sunlight to get to safety, preferably Edie, too. I drink and drink, until I estimate I've taken four pints from him, leaving him on the cusp of life. Just before I'm about to leave I get a sudden, very human feeling of remorse, and so find myself checking his pockets for a phone. I dial for an ambulance when I find it. I explain I found a truck with a guy who looks like he's been drained by a vampire, and then I hang up and wipe my fingerprints off the cell.

Since I'm shirtless, this is going to be very, very painful, and the shirt this man is wearing won't fit me. He's skinny and I'm not. I rip a piece of his shirt off though to wipe the handles, reaching around to do the outside one before bracing myself and shooting out at speed, heading for home at a pace so fast, I'm surprised at how much ground I cover. Make no mistake, it's not half the speed I could usually do this at, but the sunlight is both weakening and burning me, my skin beginning to go red and then blister as I travel closer and closer to the outskirts of Las Vegas.  

When I hit the Nevada desert, my skin is sizzling and starting to go black, and I know I don't have much time. With the very last of my strength, I surge forward in agony and through my blood pick up on Edie. She's at her place, clambering over the fence surrounding her back yard five minutes later, crawling for the house across the lawn, my energy completely gone as I look up to see her flinging the door open and running out to me with Miley behind her…

"That's what happened, that brings me up to Edie and Miley carrying me into the house this morning, before I enjoyed the best feed and sleep I've had in days," I finally finish after my long story, which did indeed take some explaining.

"Incredible, the strength and steely determination you showed to get back to us. You're most definitely your mother's son," Charles tells me in amazement, inclining his head to me with a warm smile.

"I agree. No lesser vampire could have gotten through that. I am so immensely proud, Angel," Ursula praises me with, beaming widely. I feel weak still, the journey through the daytime really took out of me beyond what the sleep I had today could restore in me. I need to feed and sleep more, and when I tell Ursula this, she has just the thing.

"Elias gave me these to try on my vampire friends not within the organisation, since we've all sampled it already. It's called Synthiblood, as you'll see from the label, a new product developed to further help the vampire relations among humans so they're not our sole food source, and it'll give you all the nutrients you need to restore yourself completely, so drink up," she tells me, bringing in a box full of bottles and passing one to me that I study curiously before opening.

"Oh damn no, oh that's bad," I grimace, mildly sickened by the bottle of A negative in my hand. "Give me an O please, that's what Edie is." I then add, Ursula passing me that particular bottle. It's mildly better, but not much. I can tolerate the taste enough to knock it back though, and then the two A positive ones that follow I find are even more palatable that that. I drink a couple more too, the ones I can handle the taste of, that is. They're not anything like the real thing, but a close imitation. I do feel much, much better afterwards though, but still, I'm tired.  

Tonight, after staying up for another five hours, Edie and I head to bed, happy to do nothing more that curl up wrapped around each other and talk before we sleep for many, many hours. Having my girlfriend right here next to me and sleeping in my own bed are the only things I wanted to happen at Christmas this year, and they have. I'm happy enough with that.

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| Character Info ; Personality

Masterlist

— “Heh… Humans are cruel people. That’s probably why children like you exist. As for me though, I’m a different case. I’m not like any of you at all… Which I guess means that I was never human to start with.”

— 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

; Virek at first glance can be perceived at quiet, distant, and carrying an eerie aura about him. He doesn’t seem all that special, and can easily be written off as weak or not a threat.

; The man is extremely intelligent, though distrustful of others. His isn’t assertive, and prefers lay low and move as quietly as possible without causing a fuss. He’s not a leader by any means, and simply skirts by on the ideas of others, not once putting in input or making a counteracting decision.

; he responds in cryptic ways, often leaving more questions than answers, and rarely talks about himself; instead leaving only cryptic hints that one would have to piece together.

; virek is a manipulative individual, acting only in ways that will benefit him in the long run. he considers the lesser of two evils in a lot of situations; and even if he dislikes both options, he’ll go with the outcome with the most chance of survival— this furthering his own goals. he uses others in this way as well, simply ‘putting up’ with the treatment he gets if that person could provide any kind of usefulness to him. he views building relationships the same way.

; he can also be quite violent when he needs to be. he harbours a lot of anger towards humanity, specifically those in government positions. thanks to his childhood, he is skilled in both physical and mental torture, and is not afraid to use it if the times call for it. this also means that he is able to endure even the most extreme kinds of punishments.

; his walls are hard to breach, and the man is damn near impossible to get close to, but if you manage to you will see some slight changes. the most notable being his willingness to speak more. sure he may still be as nonsensical as before, but it’s a start. you’ll get to see him be a bit more lax, and watch his facial expression go from something that says ‘unimpressed, or blank’, to saying ‘calm, and comfortable.’

; he’ll start to show more interests in someone else’s hobbies, and may he more willing to open up about his life. he’ll admit to wanting to see new places, and a want to work through eating and trying new foods. it’ll become increasingly obvious that his intelligence and survival experience don’t align with his knowledge of the basic and more enjoyable things in life.

; it quickly becomes apparent that virek has a low view of himself, and others himself from humanity. he holds a belief that he doesn’t have the qualifications to be a human being, thus doesn’t include himself when speaking about them. he talks about himself like he’s some kind of sin-filled entity, despite not being any different from those around him.

— 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈

; INTJ — The Mastermind. The Architect

Introverted, iNtuitive, Thinking, Judging

; INTJs are perceptive about systems and strategy, and often understand the world as a chess board to be navigated. They want to understand how systems work, and how events proceed: the INTJ often has a unique ability to foresee logical outcomes. They enjoy applying themselves to a project or idea in depth, and putting in concentrated effort to achieve their goals.

INTJs have a hunger for knowledge and strive to constantly increase their competence; they are often perfectionists with extremely high standards of performance for themselves and others. They tend to have a keen interest in self-improvement and are lifelong learners, always looking to add to their base of information and awareness.

INTJs are typically reserved and serious, and seem to spend a lot of time thinking. They are curious about the world around them and often want to know the principle behind what they see. They thoroughly examine the information they receive, and if asked a question, will typically consider it at length before presenting a careful, complex answer. INTJs think critically and clearly, and often have an idea about how to do something more efficiently. They can be blunt in their presentation, and often communicate in terms of the larger strategy, leaving out the details.

Although INTJs aren’t usually warm or particularly gregarious, they tend to have a self-assured manner with people based on their own security in their intelligence. They relate their ideas with confidence, and once they have arrived at a conclusion they fully expect others to see the wisdom in their perceptions. They are typically perfectionists and appreciate an environment of intellectual challenge. They enjoy discussing interesting ideas, and may get themselves into trouble because of their take-no-prisoners attitude: if someone’s beliefs don’t make logical sense, the Mastermind typically has no qualms about pointing that out.

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Spider-Man Read-Through 010: The Night of the Prowler (ASM 78-82, Ann 6)

MASTERPOST

This arc, we transition from the 60s to the 70s! And we start by Annual 6 which is, and I quote, "41 pages of indescripable excitement"! The Sinister Six are here, muahahahhahaaaaa!

(Note: Ann 6 is a reprint of Ann 1, which I hadn't read but definitely makes sense, and a re-telling of the first issue).

Sadly, this issue is drawn by Ditko, which means even a shirtless Peter can't make me drool. What a shame.

So Otto escapes prison by Bluetooth-manipulating his detached mechanical arms, Ditko and Lee re-establish the setting, and that's only on the first page because no time to mess around because Thor's here on page 2! Good grief, the pacing is brisky. Sadly, after two panels, Thor is already far away. It was very subtle advertisement! But it also helps reinforce the (for now very lackluster, if that's what you're looking for) idea that the super-heroes are part of the same world.

Then suddenly Flash is here in his high-school personality, and then DR STRANGE is here to tell you to read his magazine. Wow, they really wanted to sell those magazines! This sure reads as the editorial becoming aware of how much of a success Spider-Man was.

We can see the writing has definitely improved since the first issues... even though this one is from 1969, just like the Tablet arc!

So the storyline is set "months" after Uncle Ben's death, which confirms to me that this is still high-school. Okay. All right.

And then as soon as Spidey loses his powers, he sees the Fantastic Four in what appears to be an attempt at showing as many cameos as possible.

In spite of his colleagues' messy yet sensible plan of "let's all gang up on Spidey at once", Otto says they'll each have a go, one after another. The idea is to weaken him by fighting him in each of their respective favorite elements. Okay, that's not so bad...

May's wondering what's wrong with Pete, surmising it might have something to do with "that girl he's been seeing", who's obviously... Betty Brant. Hey, remember when Betty Brant was a character? Me neither!

Peter's confused on what to do now, and passersby are amazed at "Giant-Man... and the Wasp!" Meanwhile, May and Betty get kidnapped. May by coincidence, and Betty because, according to Peter, "they know [he] was willing to fight [for her]".

The cameos pile on vertigineously as the Torch sends a message in the sky to Spider-Man and Charles Xavier says to "Ignore it! It doesn't concern us."

Spidey goes to fight Electro and the miracle happens! He's got his powers back. Basically, he was feeling depressed about Ben's death, but now he's fine! I must say I prefer SM2's version. It's a bit more subtle and well-executed. But that's still a commendable effort.

Jameson calls the Fantastic Four to ask if they've seen Spider-Man, and Jane replies that no, she didn't, and she adds that Jameson should probably call the police. Dear Lord.

Johnny wants to help Spidey (he seems to be Spidey's most regular partner) but Spidey objects. This fight is personal. This makes no sense but go off, king. But Otto is far from being a monster. He serves tea and Danish pastries to his lady guests, what an angel!

Then the X-Men attack Spidey but nooooo they're Mysterio's robots! So many plot twists!

Then we get some real comedy that I could absolutely see in a MCU movie. It's actually really funny!

Another comedic scene is the Vulture ordering Spidey to remove his web-slinging device, or he'll just fly away and won't tell where Betty and May are. Because every time Spidey beat him, it was thanks to his webbing. Spidey obeys, because of course he does.

Spidey almost beats Otto, but then Otto's like "hey, I can control my arms with Bluetooth. Why should I even fight in person?" and thus, Otto proves his girlboss status. He can't be bothered to get to the party! However, he can't help himself but want to be there to drown Spidey in a giant fishbowl (what the writer smoked for this issue, i can't possibly figure).

The two ladies are eventually rescued, but May hates Spider-Man and is really starting to dislike her nephew's slang, so she asks that he FUCKING stops saying stuff like "shook up".

There's a second story that re-tells in more details the first meeting between Spidey and the Fantastic Four (hey, remember to buy their mags!), which is basically the same, then a third story, where Spidey thinks he's going to mess with the Torch and his girlfriend because he lives in a telenovela.

Johnny actually has a really cute outfit that I'd love to cosplay one day. I already got a white shirt, the tie seems to be red, but I don't have a red tie. Still. I think it's a great look. Simple, but it definitely works!

...Well now I want to be checkered pants. Jesus.

Anyway, he quickly gets rid of this outfit to fight Spidey. Spidey gets angrier, Johnny gets angrier, then the other Fantastic Four arrive, show their sympathy to Spidey, who gets even angrier, they fight, then Jane and Spidey flirt with each other. The end. Oof.

Overall, Annual 6 is a lot of fun thanks to its bizarre assembly. It feels like a greatest hits that I'd recommend it if you want to see what Ditko's run was like. But it's definitely a downgrade, sandwiched between Romita Sr. issues. Lighthearted fun, at least.

Now, onto the main dish! As a reminder, I haven't read anything between 1969 and 1973, so it will be mostly new for me!

(gosh I really need checkered pants)

My familiarity with the Prowler is his appearance in Spider-Man: Friend or Foe, and his appearance in Into the Spider-Verse. Since Miles doesn't exist yet, I'm curious about what's going to happen.

Peter calls Gwen, but...

What the fuck.

Turns out Gwen wants to understand why Peter keeps disappearing and stuff. Be careful, honey. Curiosity killed the cat...

After about 10 pages of delightful soap opera (seems like the 50/50 ratio's back!), I suddenly get flash-backs (both types) as Hobie Brown makes his entrance. I remember, now!

Hobbie wants to help his window-cleaning fellows be better protected, but his boss is against it because money. CoMiCs ArE nOt PoLiTiCaL!!! And Jameson tries to defend him because he's not racist.

From the very beginning, the Prowler is a very compelling character. He explains (to the reader) that he modified his cleaning equipement to become a super-villain. This is great! Economical exposition and very interesting.

A very compelling issue and a great return to the soap genre. In the letters, Ronald Gayda makes excellent points and did the maths:

Yes yes yes!

Michael J. Susko, meanwhile, argues that someone knowing Peter's secret could help him hide it! Didn't think about that, but absolutely.

The opening of the next issue assures us that it was initially planned as a three-issue storyline -- but it's been reduced to two! Which concludes neatly the year, yay!

And the first pages are absolutely terrific. Peter looks like a shojo romance hero.

And the issue concludes just as stellarly. Spidey doesn't turn Hobie in. I wonder what's in store for this character...

With these panels, we're done with 1969. Onto 1970!

I always appreciate Peter Parker being a handsome motherfucker. I hope we get to see the Prowler again, though!

But first, Peter wants to fight.

Anyway, the Chameleon is back! His last appearance was Issue #2! That's a blast. After taking the place of Captain Stacy, he takes the place of... none other than Peter himself! What a fun twist.

It's another fun issue that I really enjoyed.

In the reader's letters, the topic of Peter's hair regularly comes up. I think his hair are perfect, so Linda, yes, you're right.

Issue 81 features the Kangaroo, a villain nobody cares about!

Most importantly, this issue features the return from Aunt May, to my displeasure. She was nice where she was. She's been away since #72! And she's immediately worried about her nephew. Next to them, the aforementioned Kangaroo escapes from custody and recounts his sad life story.

He looks like a kid, then as his resolve comes back, he's an adult again. Kudos to the artist!

So Aunt May's dead (and I laughed).

And that's a nice panel.

Naturally, Peter girlboss gaslights gatekeeps May and she now thinks she's senile. Which, come on. Isn't far from the truth. She treats Peter as if he was five. Dear Lord.

In the letters, the readers talk about the same subjects again and again, but the Prowler is praised. Good! It's a great story.

In the final issue of this post, #82, Electro's back! But more importantly, Harry's shaving his stache. He had it since issue 74! I honestly think it wasn't so bad.

Peter wants to get money, so he asks to appear on TV, however he needs to dry his Spidey suit, but can't do it while showing his face...

So what's his solution?

Excellent.

The issue is alright, has fun ideas, but overall isn't that great.

The letters finally address my biggest gripe: I have never been able to faithfully reproduce Spidey's hand gesture to shoot a web, and Stan Reynolds has the same experience! Someone also wonders what kind of name is Flash. It can't possibly be written on his birth certificate, can it now?

There's the occasional weird letter, but there's also heartfelt opinions. Hobie seems to be a beloved character! They had to make him come back after that, didn't they?

So here we are. We finished the Sixties era of Spider-Man... What a journey!

[its-lukarian]

Ink! Sans

the Guardian of all Alternate Universes.

Ink is a skeleton-looking monster wearing painter's clothes, being a little shorter than its fainted variants and considered the great protector of all AUs.

Ink has black paint/ink on his right cheek. His eyes are usually a blue circle in the right eye socket and a star in the left, However, whenever he blinks, the color and shape of his eye sockets change, He dons a long-sleeved, white undershirt with a small brown jacket over it. His pants are overalls with the tops tucked into his waist. The legs are very wide at the bottom, with creases around the legs. He also has no shoes, instead, he goes barefoot with a pair of leggings.

He has a work belt crossing his chest, with rainbow paint vials (which have heart-shaped tops) on it. When Ink drinks the vials, he gets artificial emotions. On his back, he possesses his most powerful tool, an giant Inkbrush that he named Broomie.

"Let me explain how things work around here!"

He is a Sans variant created by Comyet (aka Mye Bi). He was a conceptional Sans from a conceptual AU that never got off the ground. He’s the first and only character with a true soul; yet despite his best efforts to improve and interact with the inhabitants in the AU, they never responded or showed any kind of reaction to his attempts. In a fit of despair, he destroyed his soul; accidentally causing him to stumble into the blank void. There he became an emotionless being alone in the vast space of emptiness, Becoming like the inhabitants of his old universe, but now alone.

Eventually, an ink brush along with different kinds of paint from an unknown artist fell into the blank canvas, each color imbuing him with feelings different from the last. After some time without color, though, he would revert to his emotionless self. Ink fixed this problem by filling vials with the colors that were splashed on him. It allowed him to pretend to have a soul so that he could feel it. Gradually, Ink used the colors from the creators to create the Doodle-Sphere, where his home would now be.

Eventually, he stumbles upon a portal that leads to the source code where all of the paints and colors go. It doesn't take long for him to discover their true purpose; to imprint the Creators' Emotions in the forms of Undertale Fan work (AUs, Fan arts, etc.). Seeing this he concluded that, for him to remain in this fulfilling emotional state, He have to encourage the creators to keep making and maintaining their creations so that the paint keeps flowing through the doodle-sphere itself. Thus, to keep a steady supply of emotions for him to harness, he dedicates himself to being the Muse of the Undertale Creative Community, while he protects their creations from those who wish to harm them; be it vandals or any other off-scripted out!codes, An example of a threat would be Error! Sans, maybe his greatest enemy.

"I can fight for you too!”

Ink supports all kinds of art, like painting, literature, dance, music, etc. He is very passionate about art and likes to motivate characters and creators, He is friendly and extremely witty and can hardly be put down, His memory is extremely random and he can remember things from millennia of years ago or simply forget some things that were said seconds ago, sometimes stopping mid-sentence to try and remember what he just said a few seconds before. This is why he takes notes on his scarf, in fight, he approaches enemies carefully. He will never try to attack them first, but will mostly focus on trying to discover their motives and talk them through it. Although he does come off as a jerk on first impression, he does know what to analyze to understand the issue so he can brush people the right way and hopefully have them listen. Ink in general acts wittily, optimistic and provocatively.

That is until the ink in his vials runs out..

If he ends up unwilling or wanting to let his bottles empty, he will be left without his emotions and just be someone empty, cold and cruel, without feeling any empathy and only doing what is for his own sake and objectives, And no, he doesn't mind hurting someone for that, fighting much more offensively or defensively, depending on the situation, they think he would even be a psychopath, but what do you expect from a person without emotions and souls?

"After all, there are thousands of alternative versions. Thousands of timelines in their own universes. Why even worry about a small fraction affected..?"

Ink is somewhat athletic and a martial fighter, being fast, agile, strong and skilled, as well as being extremely acrobatic and resistant, using his brush as a bat, using it to attack and thrust with the bottom of his inkbrush, which is made of sturdy wood along with his punches and kicks, His powers consist of all those of Sans but with a higher damage rate, so he can summon bones, blasters, telekinesis, blue and orange magic.. Along with his additional powers!

Ink Mimicry: Ink can manipulate the ink around him as he pleases! If you fight him, be prepared for a lot of ink in the arena!

Ink Hopping: Ink can appear everywhere in any AU of his liking from any kind of liquid. He uses them as Ink portals

Ink Bones & Others: Ink can solidify its ink to create things from it, creating bones or any other thing that, after using them, can reuse the ink from attacks for other attacks!

Ink Blasters: He can create Gaster Blasters that shoot a very hot ink that while burning the enemy, pushing him away, and can solidifies on contact.

Script reading: He can read the scripts of all of the Undertale AUs in existence, and thus knows the fate of all of its inhabitants, Of course, if the universe isn't an Undertale AU, he can't read

Ink can also use the ink on your body to transform his body into a human! He can have different colors and shapes!

And that's it! I hope you'll have fun if you want to interact with this silly boy!

Oh! And please read my RULES!