#and the way his hair looks so luscious and does that little swoop at the side

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield for Ω

[inkesmind]

tokrev boys helping you do your hair headcanons!!

reader: gender neutral + black

featuring: baji keisuke, ken ryuuguji, and nahoya kawata

warnings: cussing, crack, this is pretty short, nahoya

a/n: this could be viewed platonic or not, depending on what you want

baji keisuke

you don’t even need to tell him what to do, he knows

knows your hair care routine by heart, you didn’t even have to tell him

i mean do you see his luscious and well taken care of hair??!?

no matter what hair texture you have, he’ll overcome any problems

surprisingly good at handling your hair, considering how rambunctious he is

baji probably knows this stuff bc he was binge watching youtube videos at 2am and came across natural hair videos

i mean he was ranked number one for best to date by ken wakui, this ain’t no surprise all

ken ryuuguji

genuinely tries and fails miserably.

BUT BUT BUT improves over time i swear and quickly

practice makes perfect, right?

at first he got mad at every little thing, like why did it take so much work to maintain your hair

very soft and gentle with your hair though, last thing he wants is to hurt you

which is why he is probably the best at detangling

give him a list of the products you need and he’ll get them no problem

nahoya kawata

now why tf would you even let this menace touch your hair, that’s the real question

he’s always looking for ways to have fun and it’s not stopping at your hair smh

when he realizes you’re not having his shit nahoya knows what to do to some degree

nahoya would probably uses 3-in-1 if it wasn’t for souta so please do not tell this man to buy you hair products unless you give him a list which i highly doubt he’d look at

only reason his curls are so good is because of souta

heavy handed literally just because

does the most random ass swoops and makes designs while doing your edges

even though your hair routine with nahoya is 2x longer, good memories come with every wash day

[tothemeadow]

Hello! I truely do love your work! If its not too much work can we get some sub!mitsuri and mui? Like the reader is their sugar mommy or something like that.. I just want some mommy kink in there...Thank you!

I must say, this is an interesting pair 👀👀👀

‘darling, what did you do for those pearls?’ / Mitsuri x Reader x Muichiro

warnings: NSFW, oral sex, thigh riding, femboy, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Mommy kink

words: 1,760

(a/n): Muichiro is 18+ in this!

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“Oh, come on, Muichiro! I think you look great!” Mitsuri chirps.

The two of them sit in your oversized walk-in closet, perched in front of a vanity. Mitsuri busies herself with smoothing a deep red lipstick over her pouty lips. At her side, Muichiro squirms as he applies a glittery lip-gloss to his own mouth. It’s not the first time applying makeup, per se, but he prefers it if Mitsuri helps him out.

“Says you,” Muichiro says, a pout coming to his face. He glances over Mitsuri’s luscious curves, the delicate gray material of her Virgin-Killer dress. He wears the same thing, though his is powdery blue in color. Granted, Mitsuri fills her dress out so much better, but Muichiro looks dainty, sweet. And, paired with his hair pulled up in a high ponytail, he looks akin to someone who just walked off the cover of Vogue.

“Just wait until Mommy sees you,” Mitsuri coos. Her loose curls are carefully pinned back, perfectly framing her face and caressing her smooth skin. She winks at the other. “She’s going to die when she sees those pretty legs of yours.”

Muichiro can’t help but blush. Like him, Mitsuri is one of your delightful lovers; the three of you share this special bond, frequently spending time together in both domestic and luxurious situations. They’re both incredibly happy to be a part of your life, but they want more. Sure, being a sugar baby is great – especially being your sugar baby – but to get rid of that title? It’d be a dream to be in a solid relationship.

“Don’t worry,” Mitsuri purrs, her manicured hand landing on Muichiro’s thigh, “that pretty little dress of yours is going to be off before too long.” Muichiro gasps as Mitsuri brushes her lips against the shell of his ear. “Whether it’s going to be me or Mommy, I can’t wait.”

“Darlings? Are you ready yet?” your rich voice rings.

The sound of your heels clicking against the floor meets them before your image does; immediately, their throats go dry at your two-piece dress, the material clinging to your supple body and leaving little the imagination. You smile at the both of them as you cross to where they sit.

“My, my,” you purr, standing in between the two of them, gazing at their reflections through the mirror. “You’re trying to spoil me, aren’t you?” Your hand trails down Muichiro’s exposed back and you relish in the way he arches at your touch.

“Anything for Mommy,” Mitsuri says lightly. Flicking her curls over her shoulder, she shows off her own bare back, silently asking for the same treatment. She purrs as you rub her back as well, your fingertips teasing up and down her spine.

You click your tongue, an almost apologetic expression forming on your face. “I know I promised the two of a you a night out on the town, but I almost don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.”

Muichiro bites his lip as you clutch onto the back of his neck. “Why don’t we just spend the night here, then?” he asks, turning to look up at you.

“Oh, but these dresses-“ You pause for a moment, your eyes flicking back and forth between their exposed legs, at the ridiculously short hemlines. “Provide Mommy some entertainment first, won’t you?”

Both of them eagerly nod at your suggestion.

“Good. Mitsuri, baby, get between Muichiro’s legs.”

Doing as you said, Mitsuri immediately drops from her chair, opting to kneel between Muichiro’s legs instead. She flutters her long lashes at you enticingly, her pretty lips split just enough so you can see a hint of her tongue.

“Muichiro, baby,” you whisper into his ear, coming to a stand directly behind him, “I bet your cock would look so good with Mitsuri’s lipstick all over it, don’t you think?” His only response is a sharp inhale. As you nod at Mitsuri, she pushes the hem of Muichiro’s dress up, revealing a skimpy pair of panties.

“Aww, you’re wearing underwear?” Misturi pouts. “That’s cheating.”

Muichiro throws his head back against you. The heat emitting from his skin can be felt through your clothes; the blush on his face spreads down his neck, over his dainty shoulders. From your spot over him, you can easily look down and see his cock rapidly hardening. It stretches at the fabric of the panties, looking all cute and red as Mitsuri rubs at his inner thighs.

“I didn’t want anyone looking,” Muichiro spits, albeit weakly.

“Take them off,” you tell him. His breath hitches as you trail your hands over his arms, slither to his ribcage and sneak under the dress.

It doesn’t take any more encouragement than that; raising himself from the seat, he yanks his panties down his silky thighs and promptly sits back down. Mitsuri takes care of the rest, slipping the panties down his legs and tossing them to the side. She wastes no time skimming her lips over the side of his cock, her hand wrapping around the base and starting with slow pumps of her fist. You play with his nipples, mouth at the earring hanging from his earlobe.

Wet sounds soon fill the room as Mitsuri takes his cock into her mouth, sucking at with hollowed cheeks as she bobs up and down on him. Heat swirls in the bottom of your gut as you watch her; like you thought before, her lipstick smears all over his cock, looking all pretty and intoxicating.

“Look at that,” you purr. Muichiro cries out as you twist his nipple. “Look at my pretty angel making an absolute mess on your cock,” you say. Both of them moan aloud at your words. “Little prince,” you murmur, “what do you say to Mitsuri?”

You hear him swallow. “T-thank you…” A punched-out breath emits from his chest as Mitsuri swallows around him. “Mommy… She feels to good,” he babbles. Looking up at you, you can see that his lips are turning red from how much he’s biting at them. Mixed with the shimmery lip gloss, he looks nothing short of tantalizing.

Swooping down, you place your mouth on his. The kiss is deep, passionate; your tongue easily dominates over his, slips into his mouth as he moans at the stimulation. Gripping onto his chin, you hold him still as you kiss him thoroughly. His hands feebly grab onto your forearm, silently asking for more.

Below you, Mitsuri whimpers. She loves seeing her Mommy play with Muichiro, making him swell on her tongue as she licks at the underside of his cock. Her inner thighs are already wet with her slick; she hastily rubs them together, desperate for the slightest bit of friction against her quivering pussy. She moans when you break the kiss, a string of saliva connecting yours and Muichiro’s mouths. It’s so fucking hot that she can’t control herself. Her fingers immediately find her pussy, run over the slit teasingly – just the way she likes it. It’s exactly how you do it.

“Come here, baby,” you say down to Mitsuri.

She pulls off of Muichiro’s cock just in time to meet your lips as you kneel next to her. Like with Muichiro, you easily take over the kiss, pulling at her plump lower lip with your teeth. Her hands curl around your neck, getting lost in how wonderful you taste. Muichiro moans softly at the sight in front of him, a hand playing with a swollen nipple while the other pumps lazily at his cock.

“The both of you look so delectable like this,” you purr. Your gaze flickers between the two of them. “Tell you what,” you begin, easing yourself up and onto the seat next to Muichiro, “since I love those dresses so much, I want you to keep them on.”

Their blown-out pupils watch as your fingers skim over your luscious thighs, pull up the hem of your lower half of the dress. With a simple come hither motion, they spring into action; Mitsuri perches herself on your right thigh, Muichiro on the left. You can feel your thighs growing sticky from both slick and precum. Licking your lips, you caress both of their faces.

“Give Mommy a real good show, my sweets.”

That simple command is enough to throw them into a lustful frenzy; they eagerly get to work, riding on your thighs, their faces flushed and mouths open as they moan and call out for you. You can’t help but smile at them, hands holding onto each other their wastes for support. Both are frantic with their grinding; little pleasured gasps spill from Muichiro’s glossed lips as he grinds his cock into against your thigh. Mitsuri is more or less doing the same, high-pitched whines filling the air.

Your fingers slip underneath with their dresses, play with their nipples. Mitsuri’s full breast fills your hand, the lush feeling of it absolutely heavenly. Slick pushes its way out of your cunt, ruins your expensive lingerie, but you don’t care. Seeing your babies like this, so sinful and completely at your mercy, is enough. Plus, you have enough time to play with them as much as you like.

“Mommy, I don’t think I’m going to last very long,” Muichiro whimpers. “My cock- I can’t take anymore. I feel like… I feel like I’m going to explode.”

With a coo, you yank him forward, your lips ghosting over his jawline. “Little prince is so sensitive already, right? Since our sweet angel sucked you off so good.” Muichiro nods quickly. “If you want to cum, you gotta help Mitsuri.”

Mitsuri cries out as Muichiro’s fingers fly to her clit. Both of their hips jolt with pleasure, their movements turning reckless as they desperately hump against your thigh. Mitsuri grabs onto your shoulder, her other hand encasing itself around Muichiro’s wrist. He plays with her clit, furiously rubbing and pinching at the sensitive nub, practically begging for her to cum already. A loud shriek bursts from the depths of Mitsuri’s throat as she finally cums, her slick drenching your thigh. Muichiro follows quickly after suit, his cock twitching against your thigh before hot ropes of cum splash all over your skin and your skirt.

Both are panting, beautiful messes as they come down from their highs, faces gorgeously flushed and sweating. You take turns kissing them, murmuring as to how good they are to you.

“What a delightful show,” you purr, taking their hands and pressing them against your clothed crotch, “but now it’s Mommy’s turn, don’t you think?”

[luninosity]

One more @evanstanweek fill for today!

Prompt 6, “fluff” - 968 words, no warnings, anniversaries and breakfast in bed! (Technically a continuation, or rather the "a few months later, now that they're filming" follow-up, for prompt two, when Chris and Seb agree to film that gay rom-com! But you don't really need to've read that one first.)

Read at AO3 here, or on tumblr below!

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Sebastian loves living with Chris. Sebastian loves filming with Chris. Sebastian loves rehearsing with Chris. Sebastian, in short, loves his entire life with Chris, not least because at the moment he’s got a day off, in Italy, with Chris.

 They’re filming that luscious romantic comedy, full of heart and passion and emotion, Sebastian’s lonely wealthy vineyard owner falling for Chris’s wandering wayward author, under golden sun and blue skies, on shared picnics and villa getaways and lush lavish sex scenes on silken sheets. He and Chris have held hands on camera and off, have kissed on camera and off, have roamed rolling hills and tumbled around in long dry grass together.

 He’s lounging in bed, in their small and historic but luxuriously renovated hotel room. They’d slept in; Chris had told him to stay in bed, had kissed him, had pulled on clothes and gone out with a mysterious, “It’s a surprise.” Sebastian had burrowed right back down under bountiful blankets and napped on and off. He likes being warm and cozy, though he does want to get up and explore this tempting fourteenth-century town. So many stories to see.

 Speaking of stories, they’ve got a night shoot to get, later. Himself and Chris, as Alex and Ryan, going out to dinner.

 It’s actually a complicated scene: Alex wants to give Ryan everything, his home and his wealth and his heart, but he’s not very good at words, more at gestures, and he’s been a private person for so long that a love confession’s difficult; Ryan’s finally been able to write again, and he’s writing about Italy, the words’re flowing, his agent’s talking about publicity and book tours and getting him to come home for meetings with people who suddenly want to adapt his previous novel, and suddenly he’s saying words about leaving and also about writing about them—

 They’ll manage dinner, in public, but they’ll fight like hell, back at the villa. And reconcile, of course, in the best romance tradition, later on.

 Sebastian’s not worried. He and Chris have practiced those lines, that moment. He’s not Alex and Chris isn’t Ryan, and they’re secure. They know each other inside and out, and that means they’re free to plunge headlong into all the emotions on set. It’ll be intense and powerful and liberating and fun.

 The door swings open in an arch of carved wood. Chris appears, in sweatpants and a soft red shirt, with fluffy morning hair; Chris plus a tray of food appears, in fact, all beautifully arranged, coffee and eggs and avocado and toast and blueberry jam, which Chris has somehow found here in Italy, and there’s even a small rose in a vase. Red, and sweet.

 Sebastian stares at it. Then looks up at Chris. Then points out, “I was already planning on sex with you, y’know, kind of a sure thing here, you don’t have to seduce me.”

 “I know you’re my sure thing,” Chris says, coming over and putting the tray on Sebastian’s lap. “I also know you don’t know what day it is.”

 “Um…Wednesday? Is Wednesday some sort of breakfast in bed day? I feel like I should know about these traditions.” He also feels kind of warm and fuzzy and helplessly soft inside. Chris has brought him breakfast in bed, and a flower, and Sebastian’s never known his whole entire heart could burst into sparkly metaphorical songs about roses, but it’s done that now.

 “It is Wednesday,” Chris agrees, sitting back down with him. “It’s also our anniversary.”

 “It is not!” Sebastian knows when their anniversaries are. All of them: first kiss, first date, first time falling into bed. First public announcement and acknowledgement: them together, facing the world. Even before that, their first I love you.

 He loves all those anniversaries. Every one.

 “It’s the first day I looked at you,” Chris says, “all those years ago, that first Captain America set, and you were laughing—you were so quiet, back then, at least at first—”

 Sebastian snorts. “You just didn’t know me yet.”

 “I said something stupid,” Chris says, “some joke, I don’t even remember, I was nervous and trying to not be nervous, y’know? And I know it wasn’t that funny, but you laughed like it was the best line you’d ever heard, and then you smiled at me. And I just—I didn’t even know what it was, back then, but it just hit me, like, right in the gut. The way you laughed just because you were happy and then you smiled at me like you really wanted me to know I’d made you happy, and your eyes were so—your whole face was so—and I thought, god, I could do this forever, y’know? I could do this forever, with him. Whatever that meant.”

 “Jesus,” Sebastian says, a little weakly because he’s fighting back treacherous spilling-over emotions. “You know, if you’d said so then, we could’ve been doing this much sooner…”

 “So I’m kinda slow, sometimes,” Chris agrees. “But I figured it out in the end. So…happy anniversary? Happy Wednesday. Breakfast for Sebastian in bed day. Sex with Sebastian in bed after breakfast day.”

  “I love you,” Sebastian says, “Chris, I love you, you fucking hopeless romantic, kiss me right this fucking second,” and he’s trying not to laugh or cry or both, as Chris leans in with one hand steadying the breakfast tray, exaggerated caution alongside the exhilarating swoop of Chris’s mouth and the heat of Chris’s tongue.

 He reaches up to pull Chris closer, tasting love and the scents of coffee and breakfast and roses. He breathes, as Chris pauses to nuzzle and nibble at his mouth, his jawline, “It’s definitely anniversary sex after breakfast in bed day,” and Chris laughs, and Sebastian thinks again, with all his heart, forever.

[maybe-your-left]

Along the Highway

okay so set the scene... Clyde has a garage where he’s a mechanic.... and he bends ya over to see what’s under the hood n’ gives a the good ol’ southern oil change a yer life darlin’... 😉 you’re welcome for this... saddle up!

Thank you for the request @finn-ray-nal-beads​... I truly hope I delivered. but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed darlin’ 

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“Mother fucker,” you cried out when your car stalled on the highway. You were halfway towards your destination. Stuck in an old hick town in Boone County. You had no service and the closest gas station according to the signs was 10 miles down. You pulled off to the shoulder, letting the nonexistent traffic ‘whiz’ past you. 

You climbed out with your purse and phone clutched in your hand, slamming the door shut. “What am I gonna do now?” you whispered. No one had passed you for miles, you weren’t even sure that you could use your emergency AAA button in the car since there was no service. 

Sighing you stared at the highway… there was nothing to do but move forward. You made sure your car was in the park and all your valuables were stowed away in your purse or your trunk and you began your trek. Maybe when you made it to the town there would be cell service and someone could point you in the direction of a mechanic. 

After about 30 minutes you were exhausted, the West Virginia heat beating down on your back. Surely you were getting baked alive, since you decided to wear a summer sundress and sandals. Not prime walking outfit choices… thank god you remembered to pack your water bottle or else you would’ve passed out. 

In the distance, you saw a Chevron, along with a tiny strip mall. There was even a little hair salon, maybe if the mechanic was working on the car you could swing in for a trim? It couldn’t hurt to kill some time. You burst inside the station, sweaty and breathing heavily. Approaching the counter you attempted to catch your breath, “Is-is-there a mechanic nearby?” you wheezed out. 

The attendant was a young man, maybe 18 barely, looking at you like you were a wild animal. He gulped and handed you a water bottle, “Uh, yes ma’am… just down the road. Logan Family Auto… are you alright?” 

He looked at you with big eyes, watching you chug the ice-cold water, “Yes, sorry. My car broke down on the highway…” 

“Ahh,” he exhaled, “Lemme call them and the owner will pick you up and the car.” 

“Thank you,” you made your way outside, taking a seat on the bench. You flicked off one of your shoes and began rubbing the sole. You were already unbelievably sore, probably wouldn’t hurt to get a foot rub when you made it to Virginia. The entrance door dinged, “Ma’am, Mr. Logan is on his way to pick you up.” 

“Thank you so much,” you sighed. 

A few minutes later a tow truck pulled into the gas station, parking in front of the doorway. Someone climbed out of the driver’s seat and walked around the front. You weren’t paying attention, instead trying to work the knots out of your foot.

In front of you two black boots came into view, followed by a clearing of the throat, “Are y’ needin’ a lift?” 

You looked up and instantly your throat went dry… the man in front of you wasn’t a man. Better qualified as a bear, he was huge. Had long black hair tucked under a green John Deer hat, navy coveralls and he had his arms to his side, almost afraid to approach you. His face was pale, but had a few spots of grease on his cheeks, leading into his scruffy facial hair. 

“Yes,” you moaned out.

“Okay, where to?” 

In your fantasy he would’ve asked you to climb him like a tree but instead he was staring at you with pleading eyes. 

You shook your head, “Sorry, uh-yeah my car broke down on the highway… had to walk all the way here.” 

“Mmm,” he nodded. Turning around he opened the passenger door, “Come on in, I’ve got AC. We’ll get ya cooled off.” 

Standing up you stretched out, desperate to cool off inside the truck. You also could use a massage, your feet and legs were aching from the overuse. Sliding in, tucking your purse at your feet. You smoothed down your dress and waited for him to climb in. 

The mechanic hopped in, and started blasting the AC. instantly cooling your skin, you sighed, “That feels so much better.” 

“M sure it does,” he laughed, “My name's Clyde by the way.” 

“Nice to meet you Clyde, I’m (Y/N).” 

Clyde gave you a small smile, “That’s a very pretty name.” 

You blushed, looking away so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were. 

The drive was long, you could barely believe that you walked this. Just imagining it again was making you sweat. You leaned onto the dashboard, desperate for some relief. Deciding to angle the vents towards your legs, you didn’t even notice the Marylin Monroe moment you were having until Clyde cleared his throat. 

“Y’ doin’ okay over there?” 

“What,” you opened your eyes and looked at him. Mistakenly shifting to wear your dress was blown up over your hips. Fully showcasing your bare thighs and sheer panties. “Shit I’m sorry!” 

You rushed to cover yourself, embarrassed of the exposure. “It’s s’okay darlin’ I’m sure you want to relax after the day y’ve had.” 

Glancing back over you noticed Clyde's eyes dart back to the road… no way, you had caught him staring at your legs. He probably got an eyeful earlier, and now he was blushing bright red. Hands gripping the steering wheel tight. You scooted over towards him, deciding to shoot your shot. Grabbing the hem of your dress you slid it back up, revealing yourself again. “Do you want to help me relax Clyde?” 

He looked over at you, eyes practically bulging out of his head. Clearing his throat he placed a hand on your bare knee, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

Tightening his grip on your knee he yanked you over the seat. Pinning your left leg up towards your chest, showcasing the wet spot in your panties. Clyde's eyes darted from your center to the road, trying to not send you both off the highway. 

Bringing his hand to your core, he lightly rubbed his knuckles on the fabric. Groaning as he felt your slick through it, how it was coating your lips. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, “Please Clyde,” 

“Y’ sure?” 

“Please or I’ll have to do it myself,” you smirked at him. 

Clyde laughs again, pulling your panties to the side and plunging two fingers in. “Fuck,” you squealed. You weren’t ready for two fingers, and they were already fucking you in and out. Dragging against your walls, soaking up in your wetness. His fingers were so long, and fat, better than any cock you had before. Giving you a few more pumps, Clyde moved his hand out, positioning his palm face up. 

“Darlin’ y’ve soaked through these,” he mumbled, eyes darting back and forth from the road and his fingers. Bringing them back to your weeping hole he shoved them in, squelching out more slick onto the seats. His fingers were curling up against your front wall, quick ‘come hither’ motions on your g-spot. 

“Clyde,” you moaned, “That feels so good… can I rub my clit? Please!” 

“Rub it baby, cum all over my fingers.” 

Your hand darted out, furiously rubbing your swollen nub. Clenching around Clyde's fingers as they continued to assault your cunt. You squeezed your eyes shut, succumbing to the blissful fullness his fingers gave you. 

You came with a shout, begging him to keep going. Gushing down his wrist while he slowly pulled off the road. Your chest was heaving, trying to center yourself, overstimulation creeping in from Clydes fingers still stuffed in your cunt. 

“Better?” Clyde asked, pulling his fingers out slowly, “Look at the mess y’ made.” Holding up his slickened hand, admiring the shine coating his middle and ring finger. You laughed as you caught your breath, watching as he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Slipping them inside, his eyes closed as he moaned at your taste coating his tongue. 

“Get outta the truck,” he commanded. Putting it into park, and yanking the keys out. Clyde slammed the door, you just sat there dumbfounded, you were not at your car yet? Why is he pulling over… 

Suddenly your door swung open behind you and Clyde yanked you out, pulling you to the front of the truck. “I thought I asked y’ to get out?” You gave him a devilish smile, leaning against the hood, pressing your tits up to the sky. “I don't know what you’re talking about…” 

Clyde swooped in, pinning you down, lips crashing into yours. Moaning into each other’s mouths, your hands went up to his neck, sliding into his luscious hair. Clyde began to grind against you, pushing your dress back up your hips. He was already so hot and bothered from fingering your, all you wanted was for him to bury his cock inside you. 

Breaking away you looked at him, silently telling him with your begging eyes what you wanted. “Are y’ gonna listen to me now or are you gonna be a troublemaker?” 

You grinned, leaning in and placing a kiss on his Adam's apple, “whatever you want Daddy.” 

He growled and flipped you around, pressing your chest onto the warm hood. His left forearm across your back to keep you from squirming around, and his right pulling up your skirt. “Gotta check an see if every thin’s all good and ready for me.” 

Pressing your ass into his jeans, desperate to feel how wet you were. He thrust forward, repinning your hips. His fingers gripped into your panties and yanked them down. “Please Clyde,” you moaned. The delicious friction making you keen for him even more. 

Clyde quickly disrobed enough to fish his cock out, rubbing it up and down your eager slit. The tip

of him catching just enough to give you a small

stretch, “Y’ think you can take me?” 

“Anything,” you bucked back, “Just fuck me.” 

He shoved inside, completely splitting you on his hard cock. Bottoming out and knocking the wind from your lungs. Both of you cried out at the tension inside you, your walls already clenching from the intrusion. Clyde pulled back, taking himself out and rubbing again before plunging back in. 

“Fuck, y’er choking my cock darlin’,” He moaned, beginning to thrust in and out at a rapid pace, “M not gonna last with y’ doin’ that.” 

You clenched around him again, his words egging you closer towards your release, “Daddy, I wanna cum on you again, please can I?” 

“Yeah baby,” he grunted, “Cum with me.” 

You both cried out, Clyde’s cock knocking into your cervix over and over. Each time shooting a mix of pain and pleasure to your walls, you were clenching all around his length. Desperate to milk all the cum he could give you. 

A few more thrusts and he stilled, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder and his ick twitched inside you. Spitting out rope after rope of his hot sticky cum into your tired pussy. Clyde pulled out, allowing you to sit up again as he steadied himself on the side of the road. You collapsed into him, your legs threatening to give out at any moment. His cum already leaking down your legs to pool inside your pulled down panties. Laughing you hoisted them up, to try and collect the rest of his spend inside you. 

Beside you Clyde was panting, the heat and the power of his thrusting had completely wiped him out. He looked over and you and grinned, “That was,” he leaned against you, “That was great darlin’.” 

You laughed again, “It sure was. Thanks, it really helped me relax.” 

He smiled back at you, “No problem… I guess we better go get yer car now.” 

[cycat4077]

Reunited

Summary: You reconnect with an old college friend only to find that your past comes back to haunt you. Set during summer 2016 (S17). Pairing: Sonny x Reader Warnings: Mild cussing, some angst, some feelings and dialogue (sorry) Words: 3247 AO3 here

Part 8 of the Changes verse. Masterlist here if you're interested :) (Could probably read as a stand alone fic if you’re not into series.)

A/N: I really wanted to give my main character a friend and ‘Sydney’ popped into my brain. Also, do y'all remember back in 2015 when Sonny said he had an ex at the LAPD? Yeah, me too. So I took the liberty of using it :P Sorry this fic is kind of meh (On a separate note, the pic doesn’t necessarily mean the reader is blonde. I just thought a Sonny hug would be fitting!)

"Sydney?" you question, walking slowly up to the blonde who stands collecting her order at the campus coffee shop.

Immediately she spins on her heels and her face lights up with recognition. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaims, raising her arms to embrace you.

You and Sydney had graduated together from the master’s of education program; she, with a background in English lit and you, in biology. Despite being from different disciplines, you often worked on projects together and used your contrasting perspectives to bounce ideas between brains. As a result, Sydney became a close friend. But, as too often happens when people part ways, life whizzed by quicker than the two of you could stay in touch.

Now however, as you set foot on your new campus for a summer orientation workshop, you are thrilled to see a friendly and familiar face.

"What are you doin’ here, girl?!" she asks with the same enthusiastic energy you remember her for.

"New job!" you reply cheerfully.

"Ahh! That's awesome!" she squeals. "It'll be like old times! I've been in the English department for a few years now and I just love it."

You smile fondly. "I always knew you'd move back here.”

"Yup! You can take the girl outta the city…and all that stuff,” Sydney sweeps her silky locks behind her ear, “but I am surprised to see ‘little miss rural’ out this way!"

You raise your hands and shrug. "Me too! Though, opportunity knocked and I couldn't turn it down. Actually, this is my second teaching gig in Manhattan. I won't name names, but I got booted from my last one when a prof crawled out of retirement." You frown towards the ground, the wound still fresh.

"Bastards," Sydney mumbles under her breath. "That musta been rough, but I'm glad you're on the rebound." She offers you a hopeful smile. "You liking NYC then, since you ended up sticking around?" "It's alright. Different,” you admit. “I just moved in with my boyfriend though and he's slowly but surely converting me."

Sydney lets out another delighted squeal. During your college days she was always trying to get you to date. You told her about your past and she swore to avenge you. Unfortunately, her best efforts involved dragging you to parties and other social events where ultimately you ended up preventing her from making the bad decisions. Still, she cared about you and her genuine excitement over your relationship success makes you realize just how much you had missed her.

"I'm so happy for you! Is he cute? Is he smart? Does he work on campus?" She stretches her neck to look behind you as if Sonny is tucked away nearby.

You chuckle. "Nuh-no. He's an SVU detective. That's how we met actually." Her face falls with worry and you quickly elaborate. "I took a summer job there last year and we just clicked. He's really great." You smile proudly, stopping yourself from bragging Sonny too much.

"Aw, hon, I'm so excited for you!"

"Thanks! Hey, are you still with Geoff?"

"Hell no!" she fires quickly. "Caught that ess-oh-bee sneaking around behind my back so I kicked his ass to the curb. But it’s fine. I'm enjoying the single life and New York has just what I need!"

You smile. Same old Sydney. "Well, I'm glad you're all right and I'm thrilled we're here together! We have a lot of catching up to do! In fact, you should come by our place sometime."

"Absolutely! I'd love that!” she grins enthusiastically. “And that means I'd get to meet the man who swooped my shy science-nerdette off her feet!"

A blush creeps over your cheeks. "Did I mention he's an amazing cook?"

Sydney covers her heart like she's been shot. "You did now! So, I'll be holding you to a meal, you here me?" She glares playfully at you as she backs up towards the door.

You laugh and wave her goodbye. Sydney turns into her smiling self as she spins around and leaves.

-x-

"Wheh!" huffs the blonde standing in the doorway to your apartment. She’s just gotten her first glance at Dominick "Sonny" Carisi, Jr. "Ya didn't tell me he was such a looker!”

You swat her arm playfully. "Down girl."

"Hey there," smiles Sonny as he lumbers towards the front door. He's dressed himself in a pressed shirt and slacks for the occasion and he looks absolutely gorgeous. "I'm Sonny, nice ta meet ya," he continues, extending a hand in greeting.

"Ooh, Staten Island," she remarks, accepting his gesture. "Nice to meet ya too. I'm Sydney."

Sonny chuckles and points out her accuracy with a raised finger. "That Brooklyn I hear?" he counters.

"Sure is!" Sydney releases a laugh that’s as smooth and as charming as she is.

"Come on in," Sonny gestures towards your cozy little apartment. She steps forward, making herself at home just as she would always do when the two of you would visit somewhere new.

The evening transpires with a lovely dinner followed by story swapping, playing catch-up and allowing Sonny and Sydney to get acquainted. As the evening wears on however, an uneasy feeling settles in your stomach.

Of course, it's wonderful to have Sydney back in your life – she’s one of the few people with whom you had allowed yourself to really open up. But as you listen to her and Sonny talk about growing up in the Boroughs, it's hard not to feel just a little out of place. There's so much you don't understand. So much that you don’t share in common with them. The best you can do is smile and nod along as the conversation flows.

Sydney is an extrovert through and through. She converses with others easily and can win them over with her natural charisma. Sonny too has the gift of the gab, and the pair seem to be hitting it off really well.

By now you’ve lost track of what they’re saying, instead listening to your inner voice. It's selfish and petty to be feeling this way, but there's a small part of you that is sad...jealous, you suppose. Maybe Sonny would prefer to have someone who knows what it’s like to grow up in the city surrounded by a bunch of siblings. Someone who is talkative and charming instead of quiet and shy. Not only that, but Sydney is gorgeous, with her luscious blonde hair and winsome smile. She always draws the eye of every person in a room. You don’t resent her for it by any means, it's just that you’ve never been in a relationship when she was around and so you’ve never had to worry about a significant other falling for her.

Were you that insecure about yourself that you could feel this way? That you had to worry your boyfriend, your Sonny, would be swept off his feet? It wasn't fair to either of them. Sydney has always been kind to you and you hate feeling any jealousy towards her. But worst of all, it’s not fair to Sonny. You know he loves you. He doesn't care that you’re not a supermodel and he is genuine when he tells you that you're beautiful. He loves you for who you are…No other guy has ever done that before. And that's why you're so torn up right now. You shouldn't be feeling jealous or worried, yet you are and it makes your stomach churn!

"Doll?" a soft voice startles you from your thoughts.

"Hmm?" you respond, trying to act casual.

Sydney jumps in. "We’re comparing notes on the best hidden gem restaurants around the city and Sonny says you love a little Italian spot in Tribeca.”

"Oh yeah,” you mutter. “Great alfredo."

Sonny’s brow knits, clearly sensing something is off. His blue eyes narrow and lips purse. "It's a bit pricey," he states, putting an arm around you. The action knocks you off balance as he draws you to him. "But I like ta spoil my girl from time ta time." Sonny unleashes one of his signature smiles, squeezing you ever so slightly in hopes of easing whatever seems to be on your mind.

"Aww, you two!" coos Sydney affectionately.

-x-

It's late evening by the time Sydney is thanking you for dinner and heading home. You and Sonny work in silence tidying up after your guest. And in that silence, your mind once again resorts to fabricating nagging thoughts of Sydney and Sonny. Moments are replayed with emphasis on how naturally they seemed to get along. But it’s that same silence which causes Sonny to speak up.

"What's wrong, doll?" he asks, pausing to lean up against the counter.

"Huh?" you reply with confusion.

"Somethin's up. I can tell. You were kinda distant earlier too." It’s not a question; he knows you too well.

"Nothing," you lie, trying to refocus on wiping down the table. How can you admit any of this to him?

"Tell me. Please," he begs, bending his head down to try and meet your gaze.

"I don't know,” you wring the dishtowel in your hands, “it's just…I kind of felt out of the loop sometimes tonight."

"Whaddya mean?" his eyebrows shoot up with concern.

"Well, you and Sydney hit it off so well..." Your voice trails off for a moment before you finally meet Sonny’s blue eyes. "Sydney's beautiful and charming and easy to get along with.”

“And you're not?”

The bluntness of his question hits you like a ton of bricks. “But…but she's from here,” you argue, tears starting to prickle at your eyes. “That's one thing I'll never have in common with you!”

Sonny stares at you in utter disbelief. “Doll,” his voice drops down to a soft note, “that means nothin’. I love that you're from outta town. You're more naive to the city ‘n I can see that there's still things about New York that excites ya. The lights on Broadway or the view of Lady Liberty in the harbor. Your pretty eyes absolutely light up! It’s so easy to get lost in the hustle ‘n bustle, but you remind me to stop ‘n appreciate all the little things too.”

Sonny’s now standing directly in front of you. He grabs your hands in his. “And don't even get me started about havin’ things in common.” A cheerful smile forms on his lips and his eyes crinkle at the corners. “You ‘n I share odd tastes in movies ‘n we're both suckas for nostalgia when it comes ta music. But that's just the tip of the iceberg! The most important thing we share is our values. Family is priority numba one, ‘n you have no idea how long I've waited to meet someone who believes that too. It…it hurts me knowin' that you would ever doubt my love for ya.”

Those words cause you to fall apart and the tears you’ve been holding back trickle down your cheek. You cram your eyes shut, heart aching over the thought of making Sonny feel any pain. At the same time however, he also deserves to know why you still have your doubts.

You open your eyes to a warm hand caressing your cheek. It’s a gentle nudge to have you look at him. You find Sonny searching your features, so you interlace your fingers with his and gently tug him towards the sofa.

Sitting down beside you, Sonny gathers your legs to place atop of his. The closeness makes you feel safe as you mentally prepare yourself to tell all. You take a deep breath and glance up to a loving, encouraging smile pasted across on your boyfriend's features. “Sometimes I get worried that I’ll scare you off,” you tell him.

Immediately he interjects, rubbing your knee soothingly. “That’s nonsense, doll.”

“I know,” you say half-heartedly, “but it’s more to do with my own self-doubt.” Sonny’s expression saddens and he reaches out for your hand. You take it, linking your pinky with his. “Back when I was a biology student, there was this guy taking the same classes as me. He was a year or two older and we got along really well. We shared a lot of common interests. You know, movies and sports and all that stuff. It led us to spend a lot of time together during our free periods. He started doing these little things that seemed so affectionate. For instance, trying to sit tight beside me or asking to hold my hand. He paid me all kinds of compliments and even told me I was beautiful. Needless to say, I fell for him hard.” You pause, fiddling with Sonny’s finger. You had forgotten how much this all hurt to talk about.

Rubbing a hand across your forehead you continue. “One day, I worked up the courage to ask him out. But that’s when things spiraled downhill. He got really defensive and flat out said that he didn’t feel anything for me. That all the little things which I thought meant flirting were actually meaningless and, that I was crazy for thinking otherwise. To add insult to injury, he also said I was too young for him.” Sonny’s shoulders drop and he squeezes your hand a little tighter. “All I could manage was a lame ‘okay’ and left. I cried for weeks and it really threw me through a loop. I’ve been insecure about my feelings ever since. I felt humiliated and embarrassed for being fooled by his charms and for allowing myself to love him. So, I just buckled down and focused on my education, never really trusting myself to openly fall in love again. I was scared of making the same mistake – that is, until I met you.”

With your soul bared, Sonny swiftly pulls you into a hug. He holds you tight, warmth surrounding you as if he hoped it would melt away your pain. You press your face into the crook of his neck, giving him a soft kiss.

Sonny leans back, trailing his hands down your arms. “None of that was your fault, sweetheart,” he reassures. “That guy was a prick who needed ta lead ya on ta make himself feel important. Guys like that enjoy havin’ a girl’s affection, but the moment ya had the balls to tell him how ya felt he was too insecure ‘n pushed ya away. But y’know what?” he pats your arms lightly. “That’s his loss because ya have the biggest heart of any person I’ve ever met. N’ I’m lucky to be the one who gets ta be on the receiving end.”

His compliment makes you smile sheepishly. “Thank you, Sonny.” You truly love this man with all your heart. “I’ve tried not to let it affect me – affect us – but it’s one of those things that festers in the back of your mind.”

“I know,” he agrees. “It’s normal.” You watch as he looks away for a moment and swallows thickly. “I neva told ya this before, but I went through somethin’ like that myself…”

With Sonny being a chatterbox and sometimes oversharing information, it comes as a surprise that he too is guarding a part of himself. You flash him a reassuring smile, once again linking your fingers as a silent offer of your support.

And so, he begins. “I spent a year in California when I got out of the academy. There was this rotation at the LAPD ‘n I was young ‘n thought it would be really cool to get outta New York. Turns out I immediately fell head over heels for one of their young detectives. One bat of her eyelashes ‘n I was a goner. We ended up askin’ each other out ‘n life seemed great. Fancy dinners ‘n presents I couldn’t really afford. But at the time, it all seemed worth it because we were happy.” Sonny turns shy as he speaks and you feel a twinge in your gut. It had never occurred to you that he had been in love before you came along.

He looks up to the ceiling as if he dreaded the next lines of his story. “Then my contract was up. I thought we were a strong enough couple to stick together, so I asked her to be move back to New York with me. I said that we could be closer to my family ‘n that they were dyin’ to meet ‘er. But…we didn’t see eye to eye on that.” Sonny releases a sigh. “Yeah, she told me that she moved to LA to get away from family n’ that she loved it too much out there to up and leave. I was dumb ‘n in love ‘n I just didn’t get it. I offered to stay with her instead but she gave me the ol' speech: Yourra nice guy, Sonny, but we have different paces to life. It would never work out.”

You whisper his name, heart shattering on his behalf. He looks to you with a furrowed brow and continues. “I gave her my whole heart ‘n she wasn’t even willin’ to make an effort to keep us togetha. I don’t like to admit it very often, but I was a mess. I flew back to New York ‘n not long after joined law school. Then I ended up bouncin’ around the Boroughs until I met you.” Sonny’s face warms. His eyes sparkle and he unleashes a smile. “Now the whole world seems right! We can be ourselves around each other. I know I have my flaws, but you’d never judge me for ‘em. Instead, ya love ‘em too ‘n I hope ya know that it’s a two-way street from me.”

Now it’s your turn to smile. You remove your legs from him to cuddle under his arm. Sonny wraps around you and kisses the top of your head. “I love you, Sonny,” you mouth into his chest.

“Love ya too, sweetheart.”

You lean back to caress his cheek with your palm. “I think we have another thing in common,” you offer and Sonny peers at you inquisitively. “We fall in love easily.”

Sonny chuckles. “Yeah, it’s like you’re divin’ into tha deep end head first, but ya only find out it’s too shallow once you’re already leapin’.”

You nod your head in agreement. “It’s funny how that stuff always lingers with you. Like a scar that keeps scabbing over. When you jump off the swings as a kid and scrape your knee, you’ll see that scar afterwards and your brain reminds you to never do that again! It’s a shame that the same thing happens when your heart gets hurt. I always felt like I was scared to put myself out there over the fear of being heartbroken again.”

Sonny hums understandingly. “But,” he says, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “when the right person comes along, all that hurt disappears. Because this time,” he smiles affectionately, “when you jump off the swing, there’ll be someone there to catch you.”

Your serious faces contort into goofy smiles. “See? What did I tell ya, doll? We’re so alike that we even share a knack for makin’ up dumb analogies.” Sonny’s eyes once again crinkle at the corners and he shifts to kiss your temple.

Leaning into his touch, you close your eyes and savor the moment. It feels good to clear the air like this and to be able to forge a connection that’s just that much deeper.

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Part 9, “Stuck-On Cheese” is up here

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Fire Meet Ice (Teen/Adult Johnny Storm)

A/N: pretend he has blonde hair lol. also the gif does not belong to me!

warning: none

word count: 1346

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Teen/Adult Johnny Storm x Reader

"Hey! Watch out!" A teenage voice shouted from across the field as a football came spiralling towards the raven-haired girl.  Jamie Laufeyson barely glanced up at the voice, and merely raised a hand in the air and plucked the ball out the air. Her eyes never strayed from the book her father had given her to read. Granted it was about world domination, but that was something Loki loved to joke about.

Jamie lifted her head when she heard hurried footsteps and panting. Soon a teenage boy around her age stood above her sitting frame. "How did you catch that?" He shouted as he motioned to the ball then to her and back again. His eyes held wonder and disbelief, which Jamie often saw a lot in her peers when they saw her do something that wasn't reading. "I play," The raven-haired beauty stated in a 'duh' voice.

"Why haven't I seen you around?" The blonde teenager in front of her demanded with crossed arms. Jamie hated to admit it, but he was attractive. With his blonde hair, Prussian blue eyes, and muscular build. However, Jamie wouldn't tell or show him in any way that she found him good looking.

"I'm allergic to guys who play football." Of course, she wasn't allergic to football guys- that would be tragic- it was her dad that told her to avoid getting attached to any mortal. Truly, he probably didn't want to deal with a 'weak' human who thought they were worthy of his little girl.

The boy, whose name Jamie did not know,  looked at her strangely. "Okay," he said drawing out ‘o’, "what's your name?"

Jamie debated whether or not she should tell him. In the end, she decided to just go ahead and tell him. "Laufeyson. Jamie Laufeyson." She smiled and offered him a hand.

He took it with an equally bright smile, "Storm. Johnny Storm."

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Some years later

"Hey! Watch out!" A sudden shout pulled Jamie out of her daydreaming. She looked up to see a guy slam into her, sending the both of them to the ground. Behind him, several men shouted a familiar name as they tried to catch up to the mysterious man. With a groan, Jamie stood up and offered a hand to the fallen man. He reached for her hand, creating a shock when their skin met and looked deep into her eyes. Jamie gasped as she saw the familiar boy in front of her. Except he was no longer a boy, he was now a man.

"Johnny?" Jamie whispered as she let go of his hand in shock, sending him back to the ground. He muttered profanities but stood up, nonetheless. "Jamie?" His eyes ran over her body, again and again, taking her in. It seemed puberty had done both of them good. Johnny had gotten much taller, towering over Jamie. His frame was muscular and from what Jamie could see, he had a six-pack. His cobalt blue eyes seemed darker, but with a twinkle in his eye that brightened them up. He had the jaw of a god as if it were perfectly cut from marble and chiselled to perfection.

Meanwhile, Johnny seemed to be on the same thinking path as the female before him. The previous years since high school had done wonders to her appearance. Her hair had grown out into long, luscious black locks. She had finally grown into her hourglass figure and height of 5 ft 7. He admired her jade eyes that made her look exactly like her dad.

"It's been so long!" Jamie exclaimed but was interrupted as Johnny pulled her into an alley and pushed her against the wall. His body was right against hers, his breath fanning on her nose and lips. Jamie couldn't help but think back to those amazing two years of high school where she and Johnny had been lovers. She was reminded of all the sweet kisses, the passionate and eager kisses, along with the first awkward ones. Every memory that she had tried to block came crashing down on her as she continued to gaze into his stunning eyes.

"What're you doing?" She mumbled through semi-closed lips. He shushed her as he peeked out of the alley for anyone that could've followed them. In that time that Jamie managed to not think about his lips, she noticed he was wearing some weird suit thing. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"It's a flame-retardant suit." He answered nonchalantly as if she was supposed to know why he was wearing one. "Why the hell are you wearing something for firefighters?" She asked incredulously.

Johnny then looked at her in disbelief, "you don't know who I am?"

Jamie full out laughed at this. "You're Johnny Storm. Hot, cocky, no longer a teenage boy from high school." She listed off. The man in front of her sighed and stepped back from her. Jamie tried not to seem disappointed from the sudden coldness that settled into her bones when he moved away from her.  And that's saying something since she never got cold.

"Since you don't know," he stated, "I'll just show you." With that, he exploded into flames. Flames took over the shape of his whole body and glowed a bright red and orange colour. Jamie's back met the wall of the alley as she stumbled back with a yelp. Her instincts kicked in at her panic and she shot a blast of cold air at Johnny, causing the flames to cease and for him to stumble backwards.

"What the fuck!" The now human man shouted as he tried to catch his breath.

"Who are you?" Jamie shouted as she tried to get away from the man who was not the Johnny she knew. "It's me! Johnny, your ex! The guy you left." The two words resonated in her head, you left you left you left.

"I did not leave! I've been out of the country trying to save my father from himself! You have no right to say I left you when I told you I needed to help my father!" The raven-haired woman shouted; her eyes tinted red while her delicate hands hardened and formed a fist. "What was so important that you had to leave me for six years!" Johnny shouted back while flames started to lick up his arms.

Tears formed in Jamie's eyes while her hands unclenched in defeat, "my dad discovered something that tore him apart. He was mad- no, he was fuming. He tried to kill people, innocent people because something came over him when he was vulnerable." Jamie tried not to cry in front of Johnny but failed to keep the tears at bay.

The blonde couldn't stand to see the grief and tears on the face of the woman he loved. Jamie was not someone who readily showed weakness, but this seemed to be something that truly haunted her.  

“Hey, come here." He opened his thick arms for her to settle in and let her cry her into his chest. "I'm sorry for acting like a jerk."

"You are a jerk." Her muffled voice spoke out from where her face was nestled into his neck. His arms held her waist tighter as she lifted her face and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their eyes met and they stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

"I missed you," Johnny finally admitted, "I never stopped loving you, even when you were gone all those years. I know this isn't the right time, but you need to know." He leaned even closer to Jamie as she stood on her tippy toes to bring them closer together.

"I never stopped loving you," with that fire met ice in a flurry of passion, love, regret, and hope. Everything they never said to each other was said in that long kiss. The kiss sealed a future for the two superhumans (well superhuman and Etin).

"I love you." They both whispered and swooped in for another kiss that had Jamie's heart melting.

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Amiright?

Summery- 2.1k. Colin x Y/N. A fun night out brings up some questions. So this was written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ gif challenge. If you wanna participate, head on over and join in, more then happy to nominate you if you desire. I did break the rules a bit with that opening gif, but it does appear before the final gif. Im not much of one to follow the rules, sorry peeps. I roll my own way. 

You and Colin had a easy relationship. It was never really all that serious, you two never even made it “official”. The two just melded one day into this more then best friends with benefits, you were his unofficial girlfriend, a term you thought yourself to be. You unfortunately would freeze up at the idea of official girlfriend, i mean... thats to serious, isnt it?

 He looked out for you, and you looked out for him. Long days at work, he would surprise you with your favorite take out spread on the coffee table, and then you would sit between his legs, his arms wrapped around you while you both played the newest video game. He would make it out like you totally kicked his ass, stealing kisses and nibbles when he wanted to distract you and usually before the night was done, the video controllers were forgotten for a quickie on the couch, often times the video games music was your new sexy time theme song. 

Then other times, he would drag you out of the apartment. His grin boyish as he insisted you change from your work outfit, unbuttoning your blouse and running a hand over the lacy cups of your bra. “Fuck I love this number on you, when we come back, I should peel you right out of this with my teeth.” Your breath hitched, you would like that very much. Placing a kiss to your lips, he smirked “but not right now. I have something else in mind. Something sporty lil minx.” 

“Where are we going?” You question, digging through your closet. “Im not sure of how to dress!”

“Anything babe! Comfy clothes!” He went into the closet you currently were a bit lost in, and reached over you to grab your sweat pants and a tshirt. You look at them with an arched brow and snort while taking them. “You high classing me up Stud?” 

He winked as he pulled on his old beat up grey zip up. “You know it sexy, aint no one got nothing on you.” 

Laughing, the two of you stumble out the door and his arm wrapped around you your waist, holding you in against his side, you followed him along, chatting a bit about your day since he wasnt spilling what the two of you were doing.

But soon enough you two came up to the local gymnasium and he dug out a key from his pocket, unlocking the doors and slipping in. As the two of you walked in, a few lights sprung on and you wiggled out of his hold and sprang forward to do a cartwheel, landing half hazardly back on your feet. “Ta-Da!” giggling as you reach up to pull your hair back into a ponytail, snapping the band you kept around your wrist around. Colin grabbed a nearby basketball and lazily dribbled it as he sauntered towards you across the court. “How did you get the key to this place?”

“I know a guy who knows a guy, who needed a gig played this weekend. Figured we needed a night out baby, and what better then playing Horse?” Another dribble and you put your hands to your hips watching him, you were always down for the thrill of the challenge. Competitive little minx that you are. And he was right, you two had been holed up in the apartment for a tad to long. 

“Well lets make it interesting Colin.” you state, holding your hands out for the ball. “Every missed shot, we get to pick something to loose.” He cocked a brow and raked his eyes over you. “Game on babygirl.“ He tossed you the ball ,and smirked, watching as you picked your spot. Off to the left side of the court, along the edge, you dribble a few times and then with a small jump, flick of your wrist, you sent the ball flying, and hell you made this shot a hundred times growing up. That ball gave a sweet sweet swish snap, and Colin rolled his eyes. “easy, I got this.” Jogging for the ball, he swooped it up and zig zagging over to you, showing off, you step from where you stood while he went to make his shot. 

“Its harder then it looks” you claim, and he winks. 

“Im winning this baby, your gonna look awful good running around all bare ass naked in here while I claim my trophey.” And sure enough he to made the shot. 

“Oh you think your gonna get that far? Whats your trophey?” 

“Why your panties of course.”

Oh fuck, game on boy, you thought and grabbing the ball, you chose your next spot, further away, towards the middle of the court. When you went to make your shot, he snapped your ass with his palm, making you squeek and shoot it way off, not even hitting the back board. “COLIN!” His laughter echoing as he tugged on your shirt. “Off it comes!” 

“That was cheating you bastard” you stick your tongue out as you jerk it over your head and toss it over his shoulder. He grasped your chin and drew your teasing tongue into his mouth, wrangling a moan from you before releasing you.

"Fighting dirty is encouraged babygirl, I thought you knew that" you narrowed your eyes at him as he jogged for the ball, the bouncing echoing while he assessed where he wanted to shoot from. Once he picked, you sauntered in front of him, leaving enough space so he could shoot, but you knew what could distract him. Since they distracted him 20 times a day without even trying. His hand was always snaking up your shirt to play with your breasts. 

Just as he was about to shoot, your hands shot up and giving a luscious lip parting, moan, plumping the swells together, his eyes immediately fell from the hoop to where they were spilling over the top, and sure enough his shot went WAY WAY off the mark. A drop of your hands and the wiggle of the brows, you snicker. 

“Loose the shirt hot stuff!” You tug on his hoodie, and pull down the zipper for him, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss, fully meant to draw his focus from the game. Tiny nips, flick of the tongue trailing over his full bottom lip and then pulling away before he can get the satisfaction of tasting your kiss. A frustrated groan fell from his chest, and he shrugged off the shirt. 

The back and forth was fierce. Colin got the satisfaction of getting the next few shots, and much to your disdain at this, you shed off your belt, pants and one sock. He did let you keep on one sock, how sweet of him. While you were following along behind him, hooking your hand into his belt loops and tugging on him from behind as he takes a random jumping shot, falling back into you. 

“Ha, you missed baby, Pants, they are finally mine!” 

He doesnt even hesitate to unzip them and tug them off, a smirk playing off his mouth. 

So his next statement threw you off axis, put a pause to your laughter, tilted your whole world off kilter. You dont know why it would scare you so much. 

“My girlfriend is free to take my pants off whenever she pleases.” With a toss he shot them in the pile of clothing you accumulated. 

But you couldnt see that, he called you his girlfriend, girlfriend. You werent anything, never have been. 

“What? Im not your girlfriend.”

He just looked at you a bit weird and picked up the ball. “Of course you are Y/N, we practically live together now, Im just waiting for my lease to end on my apartment.” 

“Oh no buddy.” Your hands go to your hips with a shake of the head “We never said we were anything.” Pointing between the two of you, good mood gone as his face turned serious listening to you. 

“Then what has this all been? You cant tell me nothing Y/N, its been like a year” You already had turned on your heels. You werent running away, no, not at all. You werent terrified that he might have cared about you more then in a friendly way, although you both know thats the biggest mother fucking lie you told yourself in that moment when he was saying your name, trying to get an answer. 

Your gathering your clothes when he grasps your arm. “Will you just stop for a moment Y/N and talk to me?” 

“I cant, I got to work tomorrow.” You lamely make an excuse, fuck work. 

“You know, I knew I god damn knew you would pull this shit Y/N the minute I said it was anything. You know why? Your so damned scared of actually wanting something, you wont say it. Think its gonna blow all up in your face, amiright?” His words running together as you wrench your arm out and you glare at him. 

“Im not the one who just assumed anything asshole.” Your temper flaring to hide anything other then what you really want to say. And you leave Colin standing there in shock, in the middle of the gymnasium, the lights glaring over him and you resolve not to look back as you slam out the door, but you hear him, a string of cusses following you outside in his anger and your name, your name calling you back, to not run away. But run away you did. 

He didnt come back that night, not to your apartment, you heard the slamming of his door across the hallway and you curled up in bed feeling completely miserable about what had happened, how you reacted and maybe he was right, you had some kind of commitment issue after years of self esteem issues. Ones he always talked you through. 

“Babes your so damn smart, what would I do without you?!” Helping him put together a lyric for his music, the words would just come to you. 

“Come on, its not that bad, let me read.” Sneaking a peek over your shoulder at a short writing piece you were indulging yourself in. 

“Kicking ass and taking names” High fiving you after a particularly difficult boss in the video game. 

“Baby you eat today? How about a grilled cheese?” on those days you just couldnt get your shit together and remember to feed yourself. A water bottle being tossed at you. 

“God damn your so beautiful” Early morning wake ups, his arm locking you in close, and not allowing you to leave him for a few moments. A kiss to your shoulder and light nibble to your neck before you really had to start the day. 

It hurt he wasnt there now, the bed felt hollowed and you buried your face in the pillow. Why did you do this to yourself? He tried to text a few times, but you bypassed them, not having an answer for him. He would want one, Curtis didnt just let things go. ‘what are you never going to talk to me again?’ was his last one. Then the phone went silent.  

 The night turned into days, and it turned into the longest three damn days you could recall. Then the third night as you were nursing a beer, secretly listening for the door across the hall, there was a knock, a soft rapt that made you spring up out of your seat. Setting the bottle aside, you unlocked your door and peered out. Opening the door wider, there was Colin, not in his usual band tees, and jeans, or that stupid zip up you missed, no he was dressed up, tie and everything. 

“Hi Y/n” he smiled, fidgeting a bit, he seemed so out of his norm. You shyly look down, picking at your rather unfancy attire. 

“Hi Colin, you look good” 

“Do I? I wouldnt know” He teased and reached out to lift your face with a tilt of his fingers under your chin. “But theres an important woman whom deserves it.” Your brows come together, clearly unsure of what he meant. “Y/N, I didnt mean to scare you off, I should have done this right, not just assume you wanted the same thing I did. Im hoping you do, but if you dont... then I will respect that. Will you date me, be my girlfriend?” 

Seeing him now, those uncalled for fears still lingered, but you wanted this. You wanted him, and the past few days showed just how much he actually meant to you, maybe you both were taking each other for granted. 

“Yes Colin, I cant believe you still want to after I was such an asshole” 

“Nah, you werent an asshole.” He stepped in closer, and kissed your forehead. “Okay, maybe a teeny bit, but I was a big dick for not talk to you about it, so that makes us pretty even right?” 

You laugh listening to him and tug on his tie, dragging him into the apartment. Fuck you missed this. 

@what-is-your-plan-today​ im just gonna tag you in everything till your like “STOP” lmao

[littlesliceofmarvel]

I’m Here For You

Request: Hi! Can I please get one where the reader is friends with Steve and is introduced to Bucky. They both feel an instant connection but Bucky tries to push her away because he thinks he's not worthy of her. So she does little things like puts a blanket over him when he falls asleep and other things to make him feel more comfortable and to be there for him and help him. Then eventually it leads to them getting together (which also makes Steve very happy). Thank you!

Warnings: Swearing, HELLA FLUFF

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

A/N: Listen this idea is SO CUTE ok enjoy, it’s also really long, sorry not sorry. x

Calling Steve Rogers your best friend was an understatement, the guy was practically a brother to you. You had been his neighbour when he got his first apartment, waking up 70 years after falling under ice. The two of you grew close and when he joined the Avengers, you grew close to them as well. Tonight, he had invited you to Stark’s Christmas party because in his words, you ‘don’t party enough.’ You agreed, loving the chance to get dolled up. You wore a floor length red dress and had your hair styled very 40s - what can you say? Steve rubbed off on you. 

You stepped out of your apartment and came face to face with the soldier, who wore a clean tuxedo.

“Look at you, you stud,” you grinned at him, causing him to blush slightly.

“Me? You look amazing, (y/n).”

You winked at him and thanked him, before locking your door and making your way out of the building, calling a cab. Tony insisted on sending you guys a limo to pick you up, but that luxury was so not your style, so the two of you hopped into a cab and took off. 

Once you arrived at Stark Tower, the two of you made a beeline for the elevator and up to the top floor. Steve seemed clearly nervous about something, so you gave him a small nudge of the shoulder.

“You seem antsy, what’s up?” You smiled up at him.

“Sharon’s going to be here,” He sheepishly admitted, causing you to smirk.

“Oooooh, I see, I see,” You chuckled, “Is that why you got extra glammed up? You trying to woo her with your fashion sense?” You teased and he shook his head, laughing slightly.

When the elevator reached your floor, Steve let out a long sigh before the two of you stepped out. There were already a couple dozen people in the room, the music blasting, and a large Christmas tree stood dead center. You immediately noticed Tony standing by the window, a large crowd around him, as usual. 

“Hey, man,” Steve stuck his hand out and fist bumped a brunet who approached the two of you. His long brown hair hung in his face, and your eyes immediately went to his left arm, which was metal. This must be Bucky. You had heard a lot about the infamous James Barnes, but because of his past, he was always being monitored, so you never got to meet him.

“Buck, this is (y/n), my neighbour,” Steve grinned to you and you smiled at Bucky, who kept his eyes on you without saying anything.

“It’s really nice to finally meet you,” you smiled, “I’ve heard so many stories about you from Steve here,” you gave the blond a small nudge.

“I’ve heard a lot about you too, it’s nice to finally have a face to the stories,” Bucky smiled and you chuckled slightly. You had seen images of Bucky back in the 40s from Steve and the museum, but there’s something about him in person that’s breathtaking. His blue eyes were warm, yet cold at the same time, and his hair was quite luscious. 

“Oh, shit, there’s Sharon, what do I say?” Steve pulled the two of you closer and motioned in the direction of Sharon Carter, who you had also heard about waaay more times than you care to admit. 

“Be yourself, Steve,” you gave him a thumbs up.

“But not too much,” Bucky smirked at him, to which he rolled his eyes before walking off, leaving you and Bucky grinning at him as he approached her like a teen boy with a crush.

You turned your attention back to Bucky, “So...”

Bucky chuckled, “Yeah, Steve really isn’t that great at introducing people, I’ll do it better, I’m Bucky.”

“(Y/N),” you smiled up at him, taking in his facial features as he swooped his hair out of his beautiful face, “This must be weird for you, huh? You know, not being in the 40s.”

He nodded his head, “Yeah, it’s really something. I still wake up sometimes expecting to be back home in my bed in Brooklyn, it takes a while to adjust.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed an empty couch by the corner of the window, and nodded your head in it’s direction, “You want to go sit?” He nodded and followed you over. Once you sat down, the bustle of the party was no longer surrounding you, so maybe you could get a chance to know this guy.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Bucky asked, turning his attention to you.

You smiled, “I’m sort of in between things at the moment. I recently got fired from my job at the New York Times for refusing to write about the Avengers, actually.”

“No shit,” Bucky said, “Well, I’m sorry to hear.” He smiled at you, moving his hair out of his face once again.

“Nah, it’s okay,” you shrugged, “Boss was a twat anyways, so it was about time I got out of there.”

You sat there for another half hour, maybe more, getting to know the man in front of you. You understood why Steve was so fond of him, he was a genuine, kind man, and he had been horribly misunderstood. It broke your heart to think of how he had been treated, and you knew he deserved so much better than that. You felt a connection to him from the moment you met him, and you knew that it was something you wanted to pursue, but you didn’t want to overstep your boundaries. Bucky clearly had some personal issues he needed to deal with first, but you really wanted to get to know him.

“(Y/N)!” Steve came rushing over to you, phone to his ear, “There’s been a break in, in both of our apartments.”

“What?” You stood up, eyes wide, “Why? Who was it? What did they take? Should we go?” You waited for Steve to get an answer before pestering him with more questions.

“No, I don’t think we should,” he pulled the phone away from his ear, “They found two guys in your flat, both Hydra. They need to do a scan of the building, they say it might take two days.”

“Two days?!” You shouted, “I can’t afford a hotel, Steve, where am I going to stay?”

Steve hung up the phone and put his hands on your shoulders, “Tony’s got loads of space, don’t worry.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not going to impose on Stark, I can’t do that.”

“You’re not imposing,” Tony walked up behind Steve, smiling, “I’d be honoured to have you stay here. Fair warning, you’ll be getting the room next to mine.”

You smiled, “Thank you, Tony. But I don’t have anything except this dress, heels, and my phone.” 

Tony grinned again, “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, done deal. See you then!” Just like he arrived, he disappeared back into the crowd and you shook your head, smiling, before sitting back down, noticing Bucky was no longer on the couch next to you. You looked around and couldn’t find him anywhere, he must have left.

-

The next couple of days went by without a hiccup. Tony got you a change of clothes, toiletries, and new shoes, keeping his promise. You stayed in the room next to Steve, much to Tony’s dismay. Across from your room was Bucky’s, who spent a lot of time in there. The past couple of days you hadn’t seen him much and when you did, he didn’t talk to you that much. You were worried that the only reason he spoke to you at the party was because he was drunk, and that in his sober reality, he didn’t actually want to talk to you.

This was keeping you up one night, and after tossing and turning for about an hour, you decided to get up and get a drink of water. You stood up and threw a shirt on, and slowly walked down the hallway, not wanting to wake anyone up. When your reached the kitchen, there was already a light on, but no one in sight, so you shrugged it off and walked over to the fridge. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a hand resting on the back of the couch, but your heart picked up it’s pace when you noticed it was a metal hand. You slowly walked towards the couch and what you saw melted your heart. Bucky laid passed out, one arm thrown over his torso and the other on the back of the couch. He clearly didn’t plan on falling asleep here as he still had his shoes on. You smiled at the sight and picked up a blanket from the back of the couch, lightly placing it on top of the sleeping soldier, being careful not to wake him.

You walked back to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water with the utmost care, not wanting to disrupt Bucky. Once you finished your glass, you turned to place it in the sink when you heard a small whimper come from the couch. Looking back, you noticed Bucky’s fingers twitching.

“No...” he mumbled, and you realized he was having a nightmare. Your heart shattered and you placed the glass in the sink before slowly walking over to the couch. His face showed signs of distress and you softly placed your hand on top of his.

“Bucky, hey, wake up,” you whispered, rubbing his hand lightly. He jumped out of his slumber and faced you, instantly relaxing and taking a deep breath once he realized it was a dream.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

You shook your head, “Don’t apologize, it’s alright.”

He smiled softly at you before closing his eyes once again, sighing, “This happens all the time.”

You smiled sadly, “I know, I’m sorry.”

He sat up and scooted over, making room for you as he didn’t take his eyes off of you, “I hate it, you know? I feel so guilty all the time, everything is my fault. People keep trying to comfort me telling me it wasn’t me, but I still have to live with the visions of what I’ve done. It doesn’t just go away.”

You sat silently, letting him vent.

“During the day I can at least try to push the Winter Soldier out of my mind, but at night, it hits me and I can’t escape it.”

You placed your hand on his metal one, causing him to tense up slightly, “Bucky, I can’t imagine how you feel about all of this, really, because I haven’t been through that, but you need to know that everyone in this building is willing to help you. We all care for you and you’ve been through enough shit to last a lifetime, and you don’t deserve that. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I really am, but I’m here if ever you need me. I helped Steve through his dark times so I’m good at that sort of thing,” you chuckled slightly and he smiled, still never taking his eyes off of you.

“You don’t need to deal with my shit,” he grumbled before standing up, tossing the blanket aside with a confused face, and starting to walk off, but you grabbed his hand and stood up too.

“Hey, you don’t deserve to deal with that stuff either, but doing it alone is so much worse than having someone there for you, I’m not going to let you suffer,” you said, eyes locked on his.

He shook his head, “I can’t drag you down with this, my guilt is too much for a lot of people, I don’t deserve someone like you to help me.”

You placed a finger to his lip to shush him, “I’m here for you, Bucky.”

He turned away from you, “No, I don’t deserve it, leave me alone.”

-

The next couple of days went much better. Steve still didn’t feel safe with you returning to your apartment so Tony agreed to let you guys stay as long as you wanted, and now that you knew Bucky well enough, you wanted to stay to help him. You often rushed to his room in the middle of the night while he had nightmares, or stayed up late with him when he was too afraid to sleep. You never left his side when he was down and Bucky will never understand how he got lucky enough to have you help him. He knew you were sad about his situation, but you kept a smile on your face around him and because of that, he felt a smile more often.

You would wake up early in the morning and be the first face he saw before going for his morning run with Steve, and when he returned, you had made them a nice breakfast. You knew Bucky didn’t take care of himself so you did it for him. He hated that you were taking up your time to take care of him, not because he didn’t like you, but because he didn’t feel worth it.

He felt himself being drawn to you, he felt a strong connection to always want to be with you, and you with him. Steve constantly asked you if there was something going on, and you’d have to brush him off before you found yourself blushing and imagining what that would be like.

It’s a night when you thought about these things the most, naturally, so you found yourself being kept awake a lot more often than you’d like. Deep down, you knew it was because you wanted to be awake for Bucky’s nightmares, but you couldn’t admit that because when you accept your feelings, it’s just a downward spiral from there.

This night, you were doing just that, and no matter how much tossing and turning you did, your thoughts didn’t drift from the mysterious soldier once.

“Miss (y/n), I sense high levels of stress coming from Agent Barnes’ room,” Friday’s voice broke your thoughts and you jumped out of bed, completely forgetting pants, and rushed across the hall to Bucky’s room. You opened the door and saw him tossing in his sleep, small groans coming from the sleeping soldier. You sat next to his figure and placed a hand on his forehead, and his eyes opened instantly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shoving his face down on the pillow, “I’m so sorry, you need to sleep, go back to bed.”

You shook your head, smiling, “No, no, I’m not leaving just yet.”

He pulled his face from the pillow and looked you dead in the eyes, a small smile on his lips, “You’re amazing, I’m sorry. Thank you.”

You placed a light kiss on his forehead and he shivered under your touch, “I’m here for you, Barnes, remember?” he nodded, “Do you want a glass of water?”

He shook his head, “No, no, I’m alright, I have one,” he motioned to his side table where there was indeed a glass of water. You smiled down at him and started running your fingers through his hair, something that you found soothed him instantly. His eyes fluttered shut and your heart soared at the thought of you being the only one who can calm him down like this. You continued to do so for another couple of minutes until you noticed him drifting off.

“You need to get back to sleep, Buck,” you whispered, “I’m gonna go back. I’ll see you in the morning,” you started to get off the bed, but Bucky grabbed your arm and looked up at you.

“No,” he mumbled, “Can you... uh, can you stay... for tonight?”

“In here?” You asked and he nodded, cheeks slightly rosy. You grinned at him and nodded, climbing under the blankets. Your heart was going absolutely wild, and you mentally cursed because you know he could hear things like that. You tried to keep still, not showing how excited you were to spend the night with Bucky. 

Before either of you could say anything, Bucky’s arm wrapped around your torso and he pulled you closer to him so that your bodies were touching. His arm was cold - it was metal, so no surprise - but his body was extremely warm and you found yourself leaning into his touch, resting your head against his chest as he rested his head on top of yours. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled against your forehead, placing a light kiss to it that sent you over the moon. You didn’t answer, but you smiled up at him before cuddling back up to him. Within minutes, the two of you were fast asleep.

-

“Bucky, wake up, man,” Steve’s voice broke the two of you our of your slumber. You woke up with your head shoved in the crook of his neck, his arm around your torso and your legs all tangled within each other. Your head shot up and Bucky groaned, pulling you back down.

“Go away, Steve,” The brunet grumbled, nestling his head against yours. You were lucky that your face was covered because your cheeks felt bright red. You managed to sleep through the night in the comfort of Bucky’s arms and you really didn’t want it to end. 

“Dude-” Steve opened the door and you gasped, pulling the blanket up above your head so he didn’t see you there, “Oh, my god, I’m sorry.”

Bucky chuckled, running a hand through your hair, “I told you to go away.”

“(Y/N)?” Steve’s mouth dropped as you waved a hand at him, not daring to face him, “I KNEW IT!” he shouted with a massive smile on his face, running out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

“Ugh, that was embarrassing,” You groaned when Steve finally left, turning to face Bucky who had a look of awe on his face.

“I don’t care,” he smiled at you, “I didn’t have a nightmare. The first sleep in years that I didn’t have a nightmare.”

You shot up, a huge smile on your face, “Really? That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you, Buck. That must feel nice.”

“Not as nice as sleeping next to you, I can say that,” he smirked and pulled you back down, snuggling up to you once again as the two of you drifted off. Guess your apartment was going to have to wait...

[coneygoil]

The Home We Built Together, part 28

Two young Vikings. An arranged marriage. Hiccup always wanted to win the girl of his dreams, but not like this. Now he and Astrid must learn to live together and maybe one day, learn to love…

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9| Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27

Writer’s note: Oh my word, this chapter turned out way longer than I thought it would!! Didn't think I'd ever get to the stopping point XD 

Slight NSFW moment included!

Hiccup hadn’t slept this good in-- well, he didn’t know how long. He’d been bewildered yet incredibly aroused by stimulating his wife to the point of pleasure. Astrid had returned the favor, and this time, there was no shame or embarrassment when he came. Seeing Astrid come undone by just the simple act of wiggling his finger had spurred up enough courage to let her do the same for him.

He’d panted her name and seized up at the height of arousal, his seed spilling over onto her hand and his belly. Astrid had been curious about the sticky, white goo that had poured out. She’d stiffed it and rubbed it between her fingers. Hiccup would have probably felt all kinds of shades of embarrassment if he hadn’t collapsed onto his pillow with a hazy contentment about him.

Astrid fetched a wet rag and helped him clean up. Though his cheeks began to flare as she did, it was strangely intimate watching her wipe away the sticky cum from his belly. After the evidence of their activities was gone and clothes were properly replaced, Hiccup curled around Astrid, their bodies melding together. His leg pushed between both of hers, tangling their lower limbs. They couldn’t get close enough to each other.

Hiccup’s cheeks twitched. Nothing was touching him, but as he began to wake, he could feel a presence projected upon his skin. His eyes fluttered open, and through the slits of his vision, he found Astrid leaned inches away gazing at him. Or specifically, at his right cheek.

“What’re you doing?” he croaked out, throat thick from sleep.

“Counting freckles,” Astrid responded as if it was completely obvious.

Hiccup shifted his head, his cheek disappearing into the pillow.

“Hey! Now I lost my place!”

“Opps.” Hiccup closed his eyes again. Memories of the night before floated into his consciousness. He was about to revel in the way Astrid’s hand had stroked him when a pillow smacked him on the side of his head. Hiccup popped one eye open, glaring at his wife through that lop-sided view.

Astrid grinned down at him. “You asked for it.”

Hiccup wasn’t one to back down. He sprang to life, aiming for Astrid’s sides. He’d come to discover her sides were extremely ticklish when worked over the right way. He’d teased her about it one evening in bed, sneaking his hand under her gown and tickling her waist, until she punched him in the gut. This time he launched a full-blown attach.

Astrid squealed – a noise that rarely escaped passed her lips – and thrashed as his fingers danced along the sides of her ribs and waist. She tried smashing his hands against her with her arms, but Hiccup dodged her. He knew she could easily stop him if she wanted to. Astrid seemed to enjoy their little game, even though it left her panting for air and made her cheeks light up.

She finally retaliated, nabbing both his wrists and slamming him back down onto his pillow. She hopped onto his legs and pinned his wrists beside his head. She was leaning over him. Her golden hair framed the sides of her face, a sheer contrast to her flushed cheeks. Her eyes danced with delight and bit of mischievousness. All Hiccup could do was stare at the gorgeous sight filling his view.

All too soon, Astrid sat up still seated on his lap and flexed her muscles. “Victory is mine!”

“Okay, you win, Buffstrid,” Hiccup tossed out with a laugh. Even though he’d given her the glory, Hiccup knew he’d been the one to win and his reward was being pinned down by his hot wife.

Astrid snorted at the nickname he’d given her. She wiggled a little on his lap, a slightly bemused look on her face. Hiccup shut his eyes, trying to stop a groan from escaping across his parted lips.

She smirked. “Hiccup Haddock,” a faux shocked tone held her voice. “Again? You must have enjoyed last night.”

Eyes still screwed shut, Hiccup couldn’t help the little whimper when Astrid wiggled against him. She knew how to be a torturous little vixen. “It happens. In the morning.”

Something dawned on her face. “Is that why you’re always up before me?”

Hiccup bit his bottom lip before squeaking out, “Maybe.”

Astrid leaned over him, pinning his wrists that hadn’t moved from where she’d left them on the pillow. Hiccup’s heart began to speed up at the sight of her filling his view, a luscious little smirk playing on her lips. “We don’t have dragon training this morning, which means we can fly Toothless farther today. And—”

Astrid closed the gap between them, lowering into a tender kiss that made Hiccup’s heart melt. She disconnected with a little pop, Hiccup chasing after her for as far as his neck could reach.

“I can take care of this—” she slid her belly on his harden length to emphasize the word, “for you.”

Hiccup released a ragged breath. He held back a deafening scream of YES and settled for a more suave approach. “Whatever you wish, milady.”

***

Toothless was especially anxious to get into the air. He’d bounded up to them in greeting, barely receiving any scratches before he nudged Hiccup up into the saddle. The dragon was always ready to go for a flight, but he was almost to the point of impatient today.

They climbed into the saddle after Hiccup had inspected the rigging while Astrid slung the saddlebags over Toothless’ barrel back. “Let’s go, bud,” Hiccup said, and they shot off at a record speed.

Hiccup had planned to travel due South, but Toothless had been insistent to journey North West. Hiccup went along with his dragon’s decision. Toothless had an opinion too. He was an individual as much as Hiccup was, so Hiccup let the dragon choose this time.

They flew for a few hours only encountering sea stacks and small sporadic islands, not even big enough to take an hour to trek. Toothless soared particularly fast as if he were on a mission. When Hiccup leaned over Toothless’ ear to ask where they were going, the dragon warbled and pointed his nose straight ahead.

“Do you think he’s bringing us somewhere in particular?” Astrid asked close to Hiccup’s ear. Her arms had alternated between being wrapped around his waist to clutching his shoulders to resting on her legs. Currently, they were snaked along his waist.

“With the way he’s acting, I think he does.”

They traveled for another half an hour when they spotted a grey mass looming across the horizon. The closer they flew the easier it was to see it was a wall of dense fog that stretched for miles with no end in sight. As they quickly approached, Astrid gasped and leaned into Hiccup’s back, “This must be Helheim’s Gate.”

“I think you’re right, and it’s exactly where Toothless is taking us.”

Hiccup’s blood ran cold as they crossed the veil into the unknown. Just like the edge of the map where the world ends and monsters lurk, there was no guarantee that they’d escape the world inside the perpetual fog. Toothless was on a mission, and Hiccup trusted his dragon to bring them safely through. It was everything else within the veil that he worried him.

The pressure around his middle increased as Astrid pressed into his back, melding them together. Toothless swooped this way and that, dodging jagged rock formations and Viking long boat figureheads jutting up like a dragon frozen in the icy mist. Hiccup wasn’t sure how long they had flown through the veil. With the sun hidden away, there was no way of telling. Minutes or an hour could have passed. The moisture of the fog dampened their clothing and left an icy chill on their skin. Astrid remained against him, barely shifting. Her chin dug into his shoulder guard, but Hiccup didn’t have the heart to let her know it was causing an ache. She was just as nervous about this venture as he was, and if her position gave her any comfort, he’d live with the shoulder ache.

Like a curtain that had been rent in two, they suddenly broke through the veil of fog. Hiccup’s eyes widened at the sight up ahead. Protruding from the sea was a massive rock formation that pierced the sky with jagged spikes. A reddish gleam spewed from the top, casting flickering shadows in the air. A narrow stream of lava escaped from a crack and spilled in a slow line down the side of the mountain. Toothless flew toward what Hiccup guessed was a volcano (he’d heard of volcanos but had yet to see one with his own eyes) and touched down on the rocky shore surrounding it. The fog was less dense at the base, but a thin layer still hung around their legs.

Toothless looked back at them and warbled, Hiccup taking that as a suggestion to dismount. “Where are we, bud?” Hiccup asked as if his dragon could give him an answer.

“Wherever we are,” Astrid said in a voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.” She looped her arm around his, keeping close.

An eeriness clung to the air sending an involuntary shiver up Hiccup’s spine. Neither of them assumed they’d need a weapon. If they needed defending, Toothless could easily blast whatever threat it was with his firepower. This place wasn’t just a random island to explore. This place seemed like a forbidden kingdom they had no right setting foot on. Even Hiccup wished he had his sword.

They’d flown for hours. Hiccup was positive Toothless had wished to bring them here. Maybe it was his home island where he had been born. Maybe there was a family of Night Furies that was kin to Toothless and were awaiting his return. Hiccup hadn’t thought much of where his dragon had come from. Toothless had never acted anxious to leave the island of Berk. Until today.

“Toothless, are you sure about this?” Hiccup reached for the saddle to sling his leg over the dragon’s back, to have that security of a quick getaway, but Toothless pulled away. He snuffed at them through his nostrils then tilted his head upwards, releasing a roar that echoed off the volcano.

A nail-biting moment passed and then a responding roar rang out from the mountain, shaking rocks out of place sending them tumbling down to the pebbled shore. Hiccup and Astrid drew closer to Toothless’ side, Astrid clutching his shoulders in a vice grip. From a hole inside the mountain emerged a dark stream of dragons. A larger species, possibly a Monstrous Nightmare, led a rain of dragons of all different species. In formation, they pointed up toward the sky then downwards, soaring straight for them. Astrid’s grip had moved to clutching the straps of his shoulder guards, tightening the restraints on his chest. Hiccup kept his hand ready to grab Toothless’ saddle if they needed to make a hasty getaway.

The band of dragons touched down in a powerful swoosh of wings and claws crunching rocks. The Monstrous Nightmare, who was clearly the leader of the band, glared ominously at them through his bright yellow eyes. His crimson red pattern, streaked with black jetted stripes, gleamed through the hazy air in a wicked display.

A chill crawled up Hiccup’s spine. This wasn’t the Nightmare they’d befriended in the arena. This was a wild dragon from an island that was most likely it’s home; it’s territory to defend and tear apart anything that trespassed. The Nightmare’s clan seemed ready to do just that if the dragon gave the command.

Toothless grunted and warbled at the Nightmare as if he were explaining something. He flicked his tail, showing the band of dragons his prosthetic. The Nightmare snorted in response. He glanced up at the volcano as if checking to see if any other dragons were watching. Then the larger dragon switched its gleaming eyes back to the two human invaders. He narrowed his gaze at them. Hiccup instinctively stepped back only to push into Astrid’s chests. He could feel her rapid heartbeat through both their shirts.

Toothless glanced back at them, and nudged Hiccup encouragingly with his nose. Hiccup looked at his dragon with eyes blown wide, all his recent life choices banging around in his head. Toothless had brought him here for a purpose. If he was going to befriend dragons and bring peace to Berk, he’d have to take this next step. He’d place his full trust in his best friend and in the wild dragon standing before him. Change did not come without risk. He just hoped Astrid wouldn’t leave this place on Toothless’ back as a widow.

With his brow furrowed in determination, Hiccup moved to take a step forward, only to be stopped by the tug of his shoulder guard straps.

“Hiccup,” Astrid’s shaky voice whispered close to his ear.

“It’ll be okay, Astrid,” he reassured, firmly. She was always strong for him; it was his turn to be strong for her. Hesitantly, she released his straps, her trust placed in him that he was doing the right thing.

Hiccup approached the Nightmare, hand outstretched and heart slamming into his ribcage. The Nightmare stood still, its warm breath leaving moisture on Hiccup’s chilled skin. Hiccup paused right before making contact with the dragon’s snout. He turned his head and closed his eyes and waited an eternity for the uncertainty to end. His heart ceased to beat as heated scales pressed into his palm. He barely registered Astrid’s gasp over the flood of his heart pumping again.

Hiccup dared to look at the Nightmare, it’s glowing yellow orbs piercing his soul. It’d worked. This wild dragon that he’d never seen in his life had offered an olive branch of friendship to him without any qualms.

The Nightmare pulled back, its eyes snapping open and grunted several times at Toothless. With that, the Nightmare gave a low, rumbling roar and the band of anxious dragons took to the air. Their large form disappeared back into a hole in the mountain. A long beat of silence lingered as they watched the band leave.

“What was that?” Hiccup jumped as Astrid’s voice sliced the thick quiet.

“I’m not sure.” Toothless had brought them here for a purpose. Hiccup guessed it was up to him to figure it out.

Toothless warbled intently at them, nodding for them to climb on. The Night Fury was off like a shot barely before both teens had hit the saddle. Astrid yelped as they zoomed off, her arms clinging to Hiccup again. They reached upwards then disappeared back into the veil of fog that seemed to perpetually shroud the volcanic island. They’d flown for at least five minutes when Toothless made a wide circle back around.

“Toothless, why’re we going back?” Hiccup asked. He wasn’t quite sure how far they’d traveled.

The swish of many wings suddenly surrounded them. Claws as long as both Hiccup and Astrid were tall, swung close to their heads, and a Monstrous Nightmare flew into view directly in front of them. The squawk of a Nadder rang out beside them as Toothless dodged another in-coming dragon.

“Get down!” Hiccup hissed at the sight of a Hideous Zippleback just a wingspan away from them. In it’s talon was a plump sheep. A plump, dead sheep. The dragon’s two heads narrowed their gazes at them but made no effort to attack.

Shapes of dragons littered the fog all around them. Dozens upon dozens of them. All carrying something in their claws. Something dead.

“What’s going on?” Astrid asked, sandwiching Hiccup between her and Toothless’ neck.

Hiccup knew exactly what was going on. A raid had happened, and he wondered if Berk had been the target. “It looks like they’re hauling in their kill.”

Astrid’s disquietude raised his concern. “Then what does that make us?”

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Note: This chapter is the start of a turning point with the dragons. I've been sitting on it for a few days after finishing bc I wanted to make sure this is how I wanted the storyline with the dragons proceed. Big things are coming!!

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Blight | VI

BTS

Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers

Words: 5k

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“Hey scaredy cat, open your eyes now,”  Jungkook spoke to you as you clicked your tongue and bit back at him.

“I wasn’t scared of anything!  I was worried about dust or rock.. getting in my… eye,” your voice that was biting and stern softened to a whispered as you looked below you.  It was a vast jungle, green and luscious and filled with life.

The waterfall Jungkook knew so well, the lake of healing properties.  The mysterious island with the throne and arch to match. The trees, weeping with greens, purples, and blues thriving and the echos of all the creatures and animals that lived here.  

This was Jungkook’s secret place, but he decided that he should learn to share some things- even if with just one person.  Who better to share with than his Master.

XXX

You smiled as you took in the enchanting sight of the seemingly whole new world below you. Peeking over Jungkook’s giant dragon head the best you could, you watched and looked in awe.  You were absolutely taken by everything hidden inside this boring looking mountain.  

“Jungkook,” you started as you pointed at the rock island, “what is that?”  Jungkook lowered his head slightly to see the island.  

“It’s an island surrounded by healing water.”

“Healing water?  As in Incantation Water?  That's supposed to be the rarest form of water in the world and I thought the last Incarnation Lake was dried up years ago!” Incantation Water was water that had been enchanted with a heal spell and it is also a spell that never dies.  It only disappears when the water does, so drying up lakes is the only way to dispel these lakes.  Jungkook never knew they had a technical name.

“This entire place was forged by Old World Spellcasters I think.  There are inscriptions and spells of some weird language everywhere.  That island is the center of it all, though I don’t go there often.  It feels like I’m trespassing, though since you’re a Witch, we can go if you’d like.”

You nodded as you were very curious about it all.  If that island was the center of it all, maybe you could answer some questions about this place.  It was beautiful in both swirling curiosity and sights.  You squawked as Jungkook lowered his head, jerking your forward. You heard him chuckle as his wings expanded more.

“Ready?” He asked with a twinge in his voice.  One you didn’t like the sound off.  Squinting your eyes you leaned down to ask him what he meant.  Before you could though, he swung his head up and you- in effect- were ripped off his head and thrown high into the cavern air.  

Screaming shortly as you propelled up, your body turned and soon you were falling again.  Falling with your back towards the ground, your hands reaching up to the ceiling of the cavern and hair whipping your face- the fact that you could easily stop yourself with a spell leaving your mind in your instant panic.  Your breath was rushed out of you in one fell swoop when your descent was suddenly halted.

Someone bracing your back and under your knees, you heard them chuckle.  Latching your arms around their neck, you looked at Jungkook with angry eyes and messy hair.  He just bit back a harder laugh.  He had changed back into his half-shifted form, his golden eyes, and scales on display with his wings significantly smaller, yet just as strong.

“You’re a huge jackass and I hate you,” you told him.  He just rolled his eyes.  

“Aw, come on.  You know I wouldn’t just let you fall like that.” His tone was teasing as if he truly would if the fall wouldn’t kill you.  

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“I could always just drop you.  Surely we’re not so high you’d die.  I could drop you right into the lake!” He laughed.

“You wouldn’t dare!” You screamed as you latched your arms tighter around his neck, securing your place on his chest.  His chest warmed at the small action, something that made him stare at you as you got the tiniest bit closer.  He met your eyes as you looked at him with an inquisitive brow and blink. “What is it?” You asked as he blinked and seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had put himself in.  Clearing his throat, he hiked your body up further- closer- and started down towards the rock island.

Jungkook hovered above the rock as he slowly let you down first.  As your feet hit the rock, you felt at home.  For some reason, you felt like it was something a Spellcaster was supposed to stand on.  Jungkook, after a moment of thought, slowly lowered himself to stand beside you and tucked away his wings.  Returning to his fully human form, he stood behind you to your right.  

He didn’t often visit the island, and he absolutely never sat in the rock throne in the center of it.  It just felt wrong- as he’s said before.  Though, his eyes shifted to the back of your head.  Standing on this island with you he felt a little bit better.  Perhaps it was because he was a Familiar now and had a connection to a Spellcaster.  He just shook his head- he had no idea.

You soon trotted up to the left side of the open arch above the throne.  Running your hand over the rock and tracing the etched in ancient words, you squinted at them.  You weren’t the best at ancient language- you were mediocre at best.  Only able to pick out center words and symbols here and there a basic translation was all you could muster.  

Yoongi read it better than you did- he was a B-Rank bookworm after all.

Jungkook soon split and walked to the right side of the arch.  He never really noticed, it the two arches engravings seemed the same to him. Mirror stones on either side of a single throne.  He refused to touch the rock as he looked over to you standing on the side a far distance away.

“Do you know what it says?” He raised his voice a bit so you could hear him.

You shook your head as you brought your hand back and cupped your chin, squinting at the rock closer. “I’m not sure.  I can’t read it fluently,” you tilted your head.  “Something about ‘A magician’s touch’ and a ‘seat of rock so solid’ and some sort of reaction.” You sighed as you shook your head again.  “I don’t know, I can’t read it completely.”  

You started over to Jungkook’s side again as he walked towards you as well, meeting you halfway at the throne.  You noticed the throne covered in words as well.  Only the seat and back were bare of anything. The edges, arms and entire lower half were covered in symbols of the Old World.

“I wish I could read this,” you reached out to touch it, and Jungkook felt something wrong.  He quickly reached out and snatched your wrist, stopping you within a breaths hair of the stone.  You looked at him as he pulled your hand back. “Jungkook? I was just going to see if I can read it.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be aware of what he had done, as he quickly released your hand as you brought it to your chest.  “Ah- um- sorry.  I don’t know why I did that?” He questioned himself as he looked at his own hand.  He was baffled he acted so instinctively. Still, he didn’t want you to touch that rock.  “Let’s go back,” he suggested.  

You didn’t know why he was acting the way he was, but surely he had his reasons.  He turned his back as he walked to the edge of the island and slipped into the water to tread through the chest-high water level to the sore.  You looked back to the throne before following after him.  

The day spent with Jungkook in a world he knew so well was showing you a side of him you didn’t know existed.  In turn, he finally got to see what you were like when you were surrounded by so many things you didn’t know and you listened to everything he told you so intently.  You asked him questions, played and chased around small creatures and even stopped to admire different trees and flowers.  

You’d run ahead of a path before stopping to look at something, bid Jungkook to your side, and proceed to ask a bazillion questions.  All Jungkook was more than happy to answer.  

You were both sitting with your sore feet dipped into the Incantation Lake as Jungkook skipped rocks- trying to teach you and you fail miserably.  You had taken off his hoodie he lent you, giving it back when it began too warm to wear.

“You know,” you started, “you didn’t have to bring me here.”

“I wanted you to know I was serious about this whole Master-Familiar thing. Plus showing I want to be friends is progress on this relationship too.”

You sighed.  “I do feel guilty though,” you softly admitted as you waved your feet in the water.  He looked at you as your braced your arms behind you and lowered your chin to watch the water ripple.  “This is your own secret place. Someone like me can’t even begin to imagine what kind of peace it brings you to know you have a place all to yourself.  Some place so wonderful and earnest.”

Jungkook laid down on his back as he closed his eyes and braced the back of his head with his hands as his arms were crossed at either side of it.  “I found this place a long time ago.  It was about time someone else got to see through my eyes.  I’d have no one else than you.” It was silent as you didn’t reply to him.  “Did you know that before I came into the academy and met Jimin, I was close to being a complete dropout.”

Jungkook didn’t often talk about himself or his past, shockingly enough for his ego.  His past was something not even Jimin brought up and even when you both were at each other's throats, you felt that was a line best not crossed.  So hearing him bring it up on his own without pretext caught you off guard.  You lowered yourself to lay beside him, arms on your stomach as you stared upwards. You remained silent to let him work it out at his own pace.

“When I was 16 my mom died.”  You were shocked, jolting slightly as you kept your eyes up, resisting the urge to look at him. “I was lost.  Even though I had my dad and my little sister, I just couldn’t cope.  The pain was too much and I just… lost it.  I couldn’t focus on anything and I’d lash out at anything for no reason at all.  I’d skip classes, I’d flake on exams and tests.  I’d abuse my power and ability to get me places unrightfully.  I’d start fights just because I wanted to burn some steam.  I was ready to crash and burn, ready to completely snuff myself out like mom.”  He sighed as you remained silent and listened.  “It was when I tried to pick a fight with Jimin that things changed.”  

You finally peeked at him and watched as his face was calm and his eyes were still closed.  “You met Jimin before the academy then?” He nodded.

“I did.  I was hanging around some pretty shady places at the time, and I saw that he was enrolled at a school that sends their students to a branch of the academy.  Knowing he was some wicked creature like me that has it easy pissed me off, so I tried to start some stupid scuffle.”  He huffed out a laugh as he smiled.  “He ended up beating me within an inch of my life.”

“Jimin? Really?”  

“Oh yeah.  He did a real number on me.  I didn’t even manage to land a hit on him and I started the fight.”  He slowly opened his eyes as he watched a few birds circling overhead.  “I eventually ran into him again, and instead of him hating me, he asked me if I was alright and if I was all healed up.  When I told him no, he laughed at me and bought me a shake as an apology for fucking me up.  From then, he just became a friend and I slowly got better.  I ended up apologizing to my family and I vowed to do better because it was only after I had fixed myself did I realized that there was nothing my mom would be more disappointed with than my behavior then.”  He huffed as he turned and looked at you, catching your eyes. “That’s is. Story to be continued.”  

Jungkook noticed something in your eyes as you looked at him.  It wasn’t pity. Nor was it something of disinterest to his past.  It looked like some form of regret?  

“Y/n?” He sat up on his elbows as he looked at you.  Your eyes glazed over as a single tear rolled out of the corner of your eye.  “Hey? What’s wrong?” You blinked as you sat up and wiped the tear away.  “I didn’t tell you all of that to make you sad,” he pouted as he sat up after you, trying to lean in and meet your eyes that you hid.  You shook your head.

“I know you didn’t,” your voice was soft.  “I just feel so awful for how I used to treat you now.  We both lost our mother’s and yet I was so awful to you.  You had a bond with your mother, you knew her, loved her and cherished her and even lost her.  How can you work up from that?” You choked as you bitterly chuckled.  “I’m really sorry for how I use to act.”

Jungkook smiled as he watched your side.  You weren’t the only one who was apologetic of their actions.  He was just as negative and unaccepting towards you as you were to him.  You told him before it took two people to fight and that you were half of the fault.  He believed that applied now to, though he just kept his mouth shut and let you speak your part.  

Your apology was something that certainly wasn’t needed but he did appreciate.  He chuckled as he slung his arm over your shoulders and shook you around.  You squealed as he did so before he shoved you into the water.  You re-emerged as he hopped up, you pushing water from your mouth in a stream as you shook your head.  

“What was that for?!” Jungkook stood on the shore and stretched.  

“I’m going to go grab our shoes back at the hunt.  Stay put and we’ll head home.  Yoongi’s bound to assault me as soon as I get you back because I suddenly kidnapped you.”  You pouted as he rolled his eyes.  “Suck it up!” He shouted as he took off into the trees and out of sight.  

You sighed as you stayed in the water before you looked behind you at the rock island again.  You looked into the shore before you half swam-half walked to the island and hoisted yourself up again.  Your soaked clothes marked the gray rock beneath you as you got up and walked to the throne once more.  You stood in front of it.  

You walked around it, looking at it from all sides.  It had so many inscriptions on it that you were so frustrated with that you couldn’t decipher.  You decided you’d try and trace the symbols into memory to try and ask Yoongi about.  You moved to round the throne before your foot caught on a jagged stone at the base and you tripped.  

Having no choice, you fell and braced yourself on the throne arm with your left, Blight infected arm. You had almost forgotten it was infected for the time you were here, but now you fully were reminded. An immediate reaction of sparks shot up your arm as your breath caught.  

It felt like your arm was stuck in place, in fact, your whole body felt frozen like you were paralyzed.  You felt like the magic in your arm was being sucked out of you while thrusting back into you full force.  It was a vacuum that left you in a dizzying haze.  

“Jungkook,” you choked out in a small whisper.  He was far off, far beyond the trees while you stood on the island in the middle of the lake.  “Jungk-” you tried again before you fell into a coughing fit.  You huffed and struggled to breathe, gasping loud and unattractively sputtering like you were drowning.  “Jun-,” you took the only breath you could, “Jungkook!” You screamed.  

The birds scattered from the trees as the rippling lake water stilled.  The magic in your arm burned as it ate through the fabric of your bandages, showing your bare arm as the lighting glowed brightly against your skin.  The lightning seemed to seep from your fingertips as it bled into the rock, filling in the crevices of the etching and markings and symbols.  It spread so rapidly, soo bleeding into the rock at your feet and shooting into the arches, lighting them up.

Your arm felt like it was on fire and with the first encroachment of the lightning back up your arm- with the beginning of your blight spreading- your eyes widened and you could only find yourself letting our the most blood-curdling scream.

XXX

Jungkook was at the small hut he had created long ago for some sort of shelter.  He was picking up a few things he thought you’d be interested in.  A rock with more symbols and engravings.  A tattered piece of papyrus parchment with some sort of incantation on it.  A bottle of sealed off water from the lake.  He put them all in a small drawstring bag before his skin sudden chilled.  Pushing up the sleeve of his hoodie, he noticed his left wrist glowing around his Familiar tattoo.  

“Something’s wrong,” he muttered to himself as he whipped around and looked out the hut’s exit and towards the shore far beyond the trees.  Something didn’t feel right and it felt like something was itching under his skin.  It felt uncomfortable. He wanted to scratch at his skin, tear through it if it made the tingling sensation stop.  

He slowly slipped the string bag over his shoulder as he stepped cautiously outside.  The birds had erupted from the treetops as a wall of magic hit him like a wall.  It was heavy and dense before it sucked up and shot upwards.  The air itself shifted and he could feel his skin burn with his flame as he let out a small breath and steam pushed pasted his lips.  His body felt unconsciously threatened and was reacting.  

Looking at his wrist again, it was silent for a moment.  Then, he heard you scream.  Whipping his head up, he kicked off the ground as he ran towards the shore where he left you.  He weaved around bushes and jumped unearthed tree roots.  He stopped suddenly when a shadow was cast.  Climbing a tree, he jumped to the top and gasped when he saw a huge beam of light.

Crackling and yet also stable as can be.  Like contained lighting.  This single beam shot straight up through the cavern, straight as an arrow before it started squirming like a snake.  The beam took shape, and almost like it was a creature with a soul, took the form of a python before it hissed and dove back below.  

The lightning snake had dove into the lake, merging with the underside of the island before the wind was harsh like a storm.  Then, it was silent again.  

Jungkook flinched when his arm began to ache. He gasped as he jumped from the tree and continued back to the lakeside.  Skidding to stop, he saw you across the water on the island.  On your knees and beside the throne that had magic outlining it.  Your body was twitching.  

“Y/n!”  He shouted as you did not turn to him.  He ripped his wings out of his back, hissing as he flew to your side and fell to his knees behind you.  Putting his hand on your back, he rounded your left side.  “Your blight,” his voice was small as he watched your arm crack and spark.  Your left arm was being forced into the ground by your right as if you were containing it- or trying to.  

Jungkook looked up and watched as you were squeezing your eyes shut. Biting your lip so hard blood threatened to ooze out and dribble down your chin.  You shook as your heavy breathing was apparent in your chest rather than your sounds.  He acted fast as he grabbed you around your back, holding under your arms to bring you to your feet.

You were shaky, unstable as you felt Jungkook drag you away somewhere.  You soon felt him and yourself in the water as he dunked your arm in the water.  The water was healing- it should have some effect.  And that it did, the sparks simmered and the violent glow dimmed before you were finally letting your breath out in harsh breaths.  

Your arm stopped pulsing and the cool water was welcomed against your hot skin.  Though, it left you feeling weak.  You slumped your shoulder into Jungkook’s chest as he held you up.  Looking down at you, you looked absolutely spent.  

“Sorry,” you whispered.  “You told me not to touch it, but I did.”  

Jungkook shook his head.  “It’s in the past and it’s not your fault.”  He dipped his body lower into the water to hoist you up and carried you through the water before he sat you on the other side of the bank again.  You sat slumped and completely in bad form as your blight was dimmed completely once more but your arm sizzled and steamed from the spent magic.  

“That beam of light-” Jungkook started.

“It came from the rock.  It shot up between the arches- but that’s all I could see.  It was too bright- too hot.”  You shook your head, not having any answers.  Jungkook dismissed your worries, as that was enough for him to know, as he saw everything else.  He grabbed everywhere he needed, yours and his before he grabbed you.  Lifting you up and decided that the best way to go home would be if he were half-shifted.  A full dragon form would do nothing for him at the moment.

It was two hours later when Jungkook was standing outside your dorm door, you sleeping in his arms with Yoongi on the other side of the door, completely confused.  Jungkook walking inside, he laid you on the couch as Yoongi went and grabbed your medicine and new bandages.  When he returned, he was shocked to see Jungkook kneeling at your side, touching your forehead and cheeks.  Your brows were furrowed as sweat beaded at your forehead.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi spoke, gaining the dragon’s attention.  “Here,” he tossed him the medicine and bandage roll as Jungkook easily caught them and immediately- without wasting time- started patching you up.  With the cool ointment on your skin, your face softened and untensed and you seemed more peaceful in sleep when he finished up completely.  

Not willing to wake you or risk you waking up by carrying you, the two boys decided to just throw a blanket over you and talk in the kitchen.  Yoongi- from the look in his eyes- wanted answers.  

XXX

It had been a week since the incident at Jungkook’s hideout.  Since then, you hadn’t told him of any irregularities with your magic or your arm.  As there hadn’t been any.  Jungkook has also changed drastically.  He was attached to your hip as much as possible, but he claims that he just enjoys spending time with you and that he didn’t really feel obligated to like you initially feared.  He also never denied anyone who asked if he was a Familiar.  He’d always own up to it and when asked who his Master was, he would seem almost proud to say it was you.

Now, it was the time of year when certain Witches and Warlocks come and gather with the Spellmaster- or at least their voice- and hold some sort of annual top secret meeting.  What is discussed is not discussed outside of those conference walls.  Of course, as the countries top group of Spellcasters, both Parrish and your father- Zaros- were invited.  

You weren’t exactly thrilled at the idea of possibly running into your father, but it was something you knew you’d had to deal with regardless.  You sighed as you sat in class, forced to do yet another bird summoning for the thirty-fourth hundredth time this semester.

When you were dismissed, you yelped when you were tackled from behind by Jimin.  He had jumped on your back, laughing as you teetered around to try and support his weight as well as keep your footing.  

“Jimin! What are you doing? Get off me!” You whined as he easily hopped off, dusting himself off before cheekily straightening out the collar of your shirt.  You rolled your eyes.  “My, what a gentleman.”

Jimin accompanied you to your locker where you were contemplating skipping the next period.  He was trying his damnedest to talk you out of it when the chattering in the halls was silenced.  Jimin, turning to see what the fuss was, gasped at the all-powerful image of Zaros walking down the hall in small, thundering steps.  

You wanted to hide your face in your locker, but when you looked at him you instead almost instinctively hid your arm.  Then, you felt someone touch your back.  Jumping, you watched as Jungkook pushed his palm against your back as he glared down Zaros.  

You wanted him to keep walking, continue forward and pay you no mind. Yet, there was a falter in his steps when he stood behind you and your Familiar.  Jimin at your side and entirely on age as he let a small growl rumble in his throat.  Jimin knew he was strong, and even if he wasn’t at Zaros’s level- if he even tried to initiate a fight with a student, Jimin knew he had the grounds to fight back.  He wasn’t there when you were hurt by him the first time, but he’d be damned if he let Zaros get away with a second strike.

Zaros let his eyes wander to your turned back.  

“Will you cower away once more?” You tensed your back as Jungkook stood taller.  

“I’ll have to advise you to not speak so familiarly towards Y/n.”  His eyes shifted for a moment, like a flicker of a flame as they narrowed in warning.  “Last I checked, Sir, you were certainly not my ally.” Jimin jumped to Jungkook side, defending you.  The air was thick, hard to breathe in as you took a breath, held it and let it out.  You gathered your wits before you slammed your locker shut.  

Jimin and Jungkook turned to you, scared slightly from the sudden slam of your locker door.  You pulled your bag onto your shoulder and turned around.  You kept your eyes up as you met your father gaze.  

It honestly terrified you.  You’ve never once looked your father in the eyes.  He had always scared you so much, loomed over you that you could never truly challenge his deteriorating gaze.  Now, you were growing and you were ready to initiate something. You slowly raised your arm, sliding the sleeve of your sweater up as you unraveled your bandage and showed your scarred arm.

Since that day, the blight that spread on your body was no longer light like lightning- that was now an occurrence that happened when you overused your magic.  Now, it was just a dark-patchy scar that tainted your skin.

You were completely silent, only mocking him as you showed the damage he did to you weeks ago.  “This may kill me,” you referred to your arm as you lowered it, “but mom would be proud of me.  What would she say about you, father?” 

You spun on your foot, stalking away from the man as Jimin ran after you. Jungkook stuck around a moment longer to see the small sparks of energy swirl around his fingertips under his robes.  He chuckled as he placed his hands behind his hand like a stressless teenager.  

“It must suck not being allowed to fight a student, huh Sir!” Jungkook insulted before he ran off, leaving Zaros behind.  

XXX

Once you left Zaros, your mood turned sour.  Jimin had run to tell Yoongi what had happened and when you got home, you ignored everything he did and said.  You dismissed anything he had to say about the topic before you were back out the door, walking to some random diner downtown to get something to drink.  You weren’t hungry, but something fizzy was something you were craving.  

Somehow, Jungkook ended up tagging along.  Spotting you downtown when he was leaving a local arcade he often frequented, he invited himself despite your annoying protests to company.  He knew you were in a bad mood, and he couldn’t tell if you were angry at yourself for talking back to your father- which he totally had coming.  Or if you were angry at yourself for your trembling fingers because taking a small stand against that man terrified you.  You’ve been scared of that man your entire life, it isn’t going to change in one day.  

Jungkook could tell you hated that you had to hide your fear from someone who helped bring you into this world.  Someone who despised you.

So, as you walked into the diner, and slid into a booth in the corner with only a few other bodies in the dead hour of 2 o’clock, Jungkook was beside you. The whole time.

-TBC-

[xialing-gf]

watch the sunset split in two (newt x reader)

wc: 2018 (fun fact this was the last fic i wrote in 2018!)

summary: you and tina have been friends since forever but time and boys (specifically one named newt) can change friendships

tw: mild anxiety

The sun melted into the hilly mountains, radiating a warm orange color into the fading blue sky. The rays of light fell across the luscious treetops, enhancing the richness of the scenery. Such a view could barely be captured vividly in anyone’s imagination, but then again, most happenings in Ilvermorny were furtive fantasies even wizards were awed by.

“Do you think you’ll ever get to watch a beautiful sunset like this outside of Ilvermorny?” Tina, your best friend, sighed dreamily, watching the sunset by your side. You both were leaning against the window sill in the silent dormitories. There were rare occasions when the Thunderbird dorms were quiet so it was a real delight to have a peaceful silence settle in during sunset time.

“I don’t know. I want to travel the world and maybe I’ll find a place that’s far from here, like an island, where the sunset looks the same. That would be a dream come true,” You mused, absorbing the scenery into your memory. Tina looked over at your determined expression, giggling at how engrossed you were in the sunset. She nudged you lightly, hoping to lighten up the conversation a bit. “You know, out of all the people I know you’re the most likely to explore the world.”

“I wonder where you got that idea,” You responded, causing her to nudge you with a little more playful force.

“I’m your best friend, dummy. You have to promise me that you’ll remember me, even if you’re oceans away. And it has to be a pinkie promise,” Tina solemnly stated, holding out her pinkie. You interlocked your pinkie with hers, nodding as you replied, “I promise.”

“Good,” Tina broke into a bright smile. “If you forget about me, I’ll come to haunt you when I’m a ghost.”

“Girls, everybody’s at dinner now. You should really come out now,” One of the older Thunderbird witches poked her head into the room. Quickly turning to face her, you and Tina simultaneously exclaimed, “We’re coming!”

You took one last glance at the gorgeous sunset before following Tina out of the Thunderbird dorms. A couple years later (okay maybe more than just a couple years) you showed up at Tina’s doorstep, the memory of the sunset appeared in your mind again. After graduating from Ilvermorny, you became a travel journalist and traveled across the world, just as Tina had predicted. From all the owls you sent each other, you knew she was now an Auror at MACUSA.

You decided to come back to America since you hadn’t returned in so long. Besides, you had yet to write an article about New York’s hidden gems. As you pressed the doorbell, a rush of anticipation shot through your bones as you wondered if she had changed at all.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Tina’s mouth fell open with surprise as she opened up the door. She didn’t change much; Tina just grew taller and cut her hair. She still had dark amber-like eyes and killer cheekbones.

“Good to see you too!” You laughed as she flung her arms around you and you returned the embrace warmly. You had missed her soft hugs and the absence of Tina in your life had only grown more unbearable as time passed.

“I’m sorry. I was just really surprised. Queenie and I weren’t expecting visitors. It’s been ages since you’ve visited!” Tina explained bashfully as she led you into the living room. The room was nearer than you expected and when Tina saw your surprise, she grinned, “Queenie makes sure my messiness doesn’t get carried into the house.”

“Tina, you didn’t tell me you got a boyfriend!” You gasped delightedly at the sight of two boys sitting on the couch. “Queenie’s got one too?”

“Oh Y/n, this is Jacob, Queenie’s boyfriend,” Tina gestured to the stout man who waved at you, grinning widely. “And this is Newt Scamander, my friend.”

Tina put heavy emphasis on the word “friend” but you didn’t believe her just yet. Newt looked familiar so you asked, “Newt, have I seen you before?”

“Wait, are you Y/n? Like the Y/n who writes for the ‘World Journal’?” Newt stood up, intrigued and stunned. You laughed at his eager behavior before reply, “Yep, that’s me.”

“I love the articles you write! They’re just so… vivid! It’s like I’m actually traveling with you when I read the articles!” You chuckled at how enthusiastic he was about your work, feeling proud that the words you laced together had an impact on people.

“Jacob, let’s head over to the kitchen and leave these two to get to know each other,” You flashed Tina a grateful smile as you sat down next to Newt on the couch. You two quickly bonded over the shared love for traveling.

Newt traveled across the world to document and write about magical creatures and you enjoyed listening and share hilarious but heartfelt encounters with beasts. In return, you wrote up a list of place that had tons of rare creatures. You also talked about writing an article about New York’s unknown but beautiful landmarks which led to the discovery of Newt being British.

Only when dinner was ready was when you both had to briefly pause the conversation. At the dinner table, you exchanged words with him between bites. You noted the analytical gaze Queenie was flashing towards you and Newt, responding by loudly thinking, “Please stop Queenie, it’s obvious you’re staring.”

Queenie looked down, embarrassed to be caught in the act but once she stopped staring, Tina began glancing at you and Newt chattering away with a neutral expression. Tina was always determined to remain as composed and emotionless as possible which strongly contrasted with your care-free personality which made it hard for you to understand her emotions at times. Tina looked away when she noticed you were trying to read her emotions.

Time raced past and before you knew it, you had to leave. “Thank you so much for letting me spend the evening at your place, Tina. Thank you Queenie for the lovely meal and Jacob, your pastries were absolutely delicious! I’ll be sure to write about your shop in my next article.”

“I can walk you to your place if you’d like,” Newt quickly offered before you could step out of the door. Queenie and Jacob exchanged a knowing look as they broke out into giant grins. Tina was the only one who didn’t seem so enthusiastic about that idea.

“Oh, that would be great actually,” You replied, walking out the door and down the steps, Newt catching up to you. After waving one last one to the Goldstein sisters, you and Newt strolled down the street, talking about the most spectacular places on the planet. Once you arrived at the door of the hotel you were staying at, you paused for a moment before sighing. “Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye.”

Newt stuck out his hand for a handshake but you gave him a hug instead. He was oddly huggable for somehow as tall and lanky as him.

“If you want to meet again, I mean, er meet up again I’ll still be in New York for a while. I’m staying at Tina’s and I know you’re going to be busy because of the article you have to write but I, uh really enjoyed today,” Newt awkwardly stuttered his way through his words. A faint blush spread across the freckles spilled across his cheeks.

“I’ll be sure to drop by,” You gave him one last smile before heading into the hotel lobby. You might’ve taken his words to a greater degree than he meant as you stopped by Tina’s place every day, bringing flowers and food as a sign of thanks. After all, they weren’t complaining about your frequent visits so you had to repay them somehow.

As you and Newt grew closer, you noticed a shirt in Tina’s behavior around you. She seemed colder and more distant which confused you as all you had been, or at least tried to be, was friendly. You decided to try to politely confront her about it so one day you arrived at her house just as work ended and waited outside, sitting on the steps.

“Hey Tina, can we talk for a quick second?” You stood up, greeting Tina promptly with a serious expression. Her indifferent look melted into one of slight worry as she nodded, biting her bottom lip nervously.

“You’ve seemed kind of off lately. Is everything okay? Does it have something to do with work?” Tina looked like a deer caught in headlights briefly before she responded.

“Yeah, MACUSA’s dealing with a difficult case. It’s been kinda stressful,” Tina coughed awkwardly, obviously lying through her teeth.

“Come on Tina, I know you enough to tell that was a lie. There’s another reason why you’ve been returning from work late. Please tell me, I just want to help,” You begged, easily blocking her attempt to get to the door.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. It’s because of you and Newt. I’ve always had a liking for him so it feels so unfair that you just swooped in and stole his heart,” The words hit you like a truck full of bricks. You had been so engaged with Newt that you unknowingly betrayed your best friend. Guilt and sorrow crushed your heart as you feel an overwhelming sense of anxiety crowd around you.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, Tina. I’m really sorry,” Tina only responded with a stiff glare before walking past you to open the door. You needed some space to think so you took off, speed-walking down the streets. Once you arrived at your hotel room, you sat down at the typewriter and began working on the article, hoping it would distract you from the guilt. It worked for a while before your brain began playing a game of tug-a-war with itself again.

The next few days consisted of you locking yourself in your room and working on the article after article. One day, you heard a knock on your door while you were working. You assumed it was room service so you yelled, “Please do not disturb!”

The knocking wouldn’t stop so you stood up and opened the door. Tina stood with a box in her hands and an apologetic look in her eyes. “Jacob wanted me to bring this box of pastries to you. I’m really sorry about what I said. I was too harsh.”

Tina pushes the box into your hands before you could object and continued, “Newt’s been a mess without you. He’s been moping around all the time because you don’t visit. I told everybody that you had to work because of a spontaneous deadline you got assigned. Please come talk to Newt. You’re the only one who allows him to be himself to the fullest extent.

“But what about you? I can't be around him if it hurts you,” You signed, a sense of defeat sinking into your stomach.

“I want you both to be happy and if it means that he ends up with you, so be it,” Tina firmly stated, taking your hands into hers as she looked you in the eye.

“Thank you,” You hugged her, the feeling of defeat replaced with one of joy. You caught up with her as she walked to her house and spent time with Newt, cheering him up. You saw Tina watching you both with a small smile on her lips and felt a twinge of guilt. She wanted the best for you and Newt but you still hated that you were hurting her by helping Newt.

“So I’m planning on heading to Peru soon and I was wondering, do you want to come with me?” Newt’s smile widened as he nodded earnestly, looking you in the eye.

“That would be an incredible dream come true,” Newt answered, resulting in Queenie squealing gleefully from the kitchen. And so you were sat at the top of a mountain, your head resting on Newt’s shoulder as you both watched the breathtaking sunset over a jungle of Peru. You realized that now you were watching a beautiful sunset with an equally magnificent boy by your side and you couldn’t be any happier.

~

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One Shot - Greedy

Length: 2.7k words Warning: Smut, humiliation, Sub Michael, mommy kink, pegging, etc. Synopsis: Michael has spent the last two weekends at Hawthorne alone... Or so you think. It turns out he’s been misbehaving and you need to make him pay. Notes: This has taken me days to write because I haven’t particularly been in the best headspace to do anything remotely sweet so hopefully it’s okay and you guys like it.

You’re waiting outside his door and are trying to keep your cool but it’s been two weeks which has led to you missing him like crazy. You finally had the weekends to yourself again so you decided to pay him a visit as a surprise. You had no idea Michael had a surprise for you as well and you’d soon learn it was one that you weren’t really expecting.

One after the other in rapid succession your hands knock against the wood of his bedroom door; recklessly like a drumroll, your excitement apparent with your lack of care at the noise.

The door unlocks and stood before you there he is, Michael Langdon – the love of your life and fire of your loins. All near six foot of the prettiest thing you ever did see.

He’s holding the door open by the handle with a face that said it all - a slack jaw, presumably at how good you look, like he’d almost forgotten how luscious you were.

Michael missed you in that skirt. His favourite skirt. The one that clung to you in all the right places. The one that felt so good underneath his fingertips but even better when it was on the floor and your body was exposed, ripe and ready to be devoured.

You and your long legs sashay in through the entrance and pass him, the Bordello’s on your feet hit the wooden floor with each step. With his fetish for you in heels, the noise was music to his ears. Those blue eyes in his skull nearly burning through the fabric of the clothing covering your ass as you pass by and those hands aching to touch you all over.

His arms wrap around you like a blanket and your face sinks into his neck - your nose hits the curve of where his throat meets the clavicle (a popular resting home for your teeth) and you inhale the scent; his love and adoration makes him smell sweet until it hits the back of your throat and your mouth waters over the change; you can smell and even taste the lust cycling throughout his body and seeping through his pores.

Your mouths meet like old friends who greet each other in the only way they know how to – each pair of lips parting only for your tongues to crash against and around each other, and surges of electricity flowing through your veins instead of blood.

It was almost like an excited child had taken him over as the two of you part from the kiss and he proclaims, “I can’t believe it’s been two weeks since I’ve had you in my arms!”

Every single time he looked at you it was like the first time all over again - his eyes would shine as if they were made from the sky and every bone in his body would turn soft. Michael was tough until it came to you; you held the key which opened his lock and could access his weaknesses.

A hand of yours goes for his face to caress it while you baby him, “I know baby and I’m so sorry. I bet my little boy missed his Mommy, didn’t he?”

Michael leans into your touch and is overcome with a different sort of childlike manner; this time younger, more innocent sounding, “Yes, he did. He missed her sooo much.” That word, his favourite word, turned him into putty.

Your hand moves around to the back of his head and you pull him in to kiss his cheek, saying that you’ll make it up to him and gesturing for him to sit on the bed. Michael obeys, he always does, and perches himself comfortably on the edge, feet slightly swinging. You bring yourself down to his level, hands on your thighs, with your eyes perfectly aligned in height and ask, “Was my little Mikey a good boy while I was away?”

Michael shies away, looking in an opposite direction, so you try and get his attention and ask him again.  He still won’t look at you and this time his head drops, akin to a naughty child knowing he was about to be sent to confessional, “Not exactly, me and one of the boys…” his sentence trails off out of embarrassment.

The thought of Michael being fucked and sucked by his classmates had been your guilty pleasure since you found out he was going to be living here but you had to keep a straight face. You didn’t dare let the subject of your “self-love” sway the situation at hand – yes, this was a turn on, but Michael first and foremost was yours. “I need to teach these boys who owns you.”

As you flick your heels off carelessly to the side, Michael decides to chime in with an apology; he doesn’t get very far before you cut him off with your hand and interject, “Mikey, hush.”

You hike your skirt up and sit on his lap, his semi-erection pressing against the exposed flesh between your legs; more often than not you wouldn’t wear underwear when you came for a visit – this drove him crazy, especially when the two of you had to behave in public.

His golden curls get trapped in your grip and you gently tug as a reminder of who is the boss. Your hot, lustful, breath travelling down his neck and you’re teasing the earlobe with your tongue, “Tell mommy what happened.”

Michael gulps back and admits, “He showed me how to go do down on him.”

His hair still in your fingers and you pull tighter, his teeth locked together but you can hear him sucking back air in pleasure through the cracks. You let go, swooping your hand across his jaw and rubbing fingers over his lips, “I’m guessing your little fantasy of this pretty mouth being wrapped around John Henry’s cock wasn’t fulfilled?”

You feel Michael get harder between your legs at your words. “Oh you like that, do you? Have you let any of the boys relieve you?”

“N-no, I leave that for you.”

You manoeuvre off his lap to position yourself in front of him and readjust your skirt as you explain, “Good. We do need to teach you a lesson about misbehaving though. I want you to take off your clothes so you’re only wearing underwear. Make sure mommy can see you.”

He does as he’s told like an obedient puppy – standing before you in his underwear, stained with a patch of pre-cum; he knew what was to come and he couldn’t contain his excitement.

Your hands pull him into you by his hips then one falls to stroke at his wet patch; you got such a kick out of him making a mess in his underwear because it meant you could mock him.  Michael knew from the look in your eyes what you wanted so proceeds to take them off.

After they’re off, your hand finds its way around his length. Eyes peer down at the uncircumcised cock in your hand, noticing more of a mess than you originally thought there was; without a word, you bend down and lick it off. You leave your tongue coated in the salty, viscous liquid that had built up from his arousal and your mouths connect again – the two of you engage in a lewd kiss; his passion partly fuelled by the mild humiliation you were inflicting upon him. “Be an angel and bend over the bed. Throw me a pillow, though.”

*

You’re on your knees and his ass in front of you like a gift that’s begging to be unwrapped. Your tongue lightly brushes against the hole, Michael whines for more like a greedy child. You then rub the rim with a finger and spoke sternly, asserting your dominance, “You’ll get more when I let you have it. What I really want to know is when this boy had his cock in your mouth, did you make him cum?”

He’s still whining like a baby, unable to articulate himself past the word “Yes,” and trying to push back onto your hand for some kind of stimulation. You wet a finger and slide the tip into his ass, wiggling it around as a tease. He says nothing so you push your finger in further, “Did it make you want more?”

All Michael can do or say at this point is let out a bunch of incoherent sounds; he’s starved of your touch and desperate. You made him feel things not even he could make himself feel which meant the last two weeks were torture. You fuck him with your finger, demanding an answer, “Did you enjoy being a little slut? I bet you wish this was a cock in your ass, don’t you?”

He smacks his hands down on the bed, dragging his nails across the surface of the blanket.

“You want more?” You taunt him, knowing exactly what his answer will be. He’s nodding his head while weakly begging you by now. You decide to take pity on him, pulling out your finger and covering an extra one in spit then sliding the two back inside and massaging at his prostate.

Michael, having lost all composure, starts fussing about how he needs it. It is his code word for when he’s in this frame of mind, for you to peg him. You fuck his ass faster with your slender digits, the digs rolling off your tongue, “How bad, Mikey? How bad do you want mommy’s cock in your ass? Make sure you use your manners.”

He’s moaning, “Please mommy please, I neeeeed.”

You withdraw from his ass and make your way over to the closet, “Michael Langdon, you really are so needy. I don’t even know if I should fuck boys who don’t like to tell their mommies when they’ve been swallowing mouthfuls of cum.”

You open the closet and search around for the black box Michael has. It’s hiding in the corner, away from prying eyes. You throw off the lid and burrow your hand into the random articles of clothing to grab out a strap-on the two of you bought together as well as the bottle of lube.  You travel back to where he is, still bent over and open to you, rubbing the dildo against his ass and pressing him, “Mmmm, I bet baby wants this.”

You remove your skirt and throw it to the side then slip on the harness holding the fake dick in place. Popping open the lid of the bottle, you squeeze out some pseudo slick and coat the toy to prepare it for Michaels tight hole. He loved women but couldn’t go past the feeling of something hitting his g-spot; you couldn’t blame him because you felt the same way.

There’s lube still covering your fingers so you rub the rest of the wetness around his hole then slide in the tip of the false head in. Michael doesn’t care and pushes back. You plead with him, “Don’t be in such a rush, baby boy.”

Starting off slow, you pull him halfway back and then ease off – pushing the toy in gently, ensuring you didn’t cause him any pain, but he gets greedy and takes charge, fucking himself at his own free will. He’s moaning, drunk on pleasure, and comes down the shaft once more before you hold him in place. “Michael, no. Little boys don’t make the rules.”

He then speaks to you in the most childlike voice you’d never heard and the tone sounds as if he’s pouting, “Mommy mad at me?”

“No, Mommy doesn’t want you to rush things but you’re such a god damn brat sometimes.”

You reach around to take his very hard erection in your hand, leaving him unable to move; one arm is around his torso and the other arm has its hand around Michael’s cock. His ass is full of you, just the way he likes it. He rocks his hips back and forwards to feel something even though you’re the one in control. Your grip tightens and becomes vice-like at his behaviour.

“Are you going to behave?”

Michael mumbles something but you can’t hear him properly. Your grip is still tight around his cock. “What did you say, Michael?”

He speaks up but stutters, “Y-y-yes mommy.”

Your clasp drops and your focus switches to his ass as you thrust your hips – how perfect it is, how tight it was around the strap on, how much you owned it. “I’m sure you wish this was your favourite teacher, don’t you? I bet he’d love to fill your sweet little ass like I am.”

He lets out a mewl of enjoyment; you know it’s true and you don’t even have to say anything more.

“It’s okay, go on, touch yourself for mommy.”

You slow down again to almost a complete stop, watching as his hand traverses along the length of his hardness. “I bet you wanted those boys to touch you like you’re touching yourself right now.”

Now that Michael is warmed up, you get faster and harder and he’s still pumping at himself. The sounds of his ass hitting into your thighs and his moans are almost angelic, sending shivers down your spine. He’s trying to muffle them so you tell him off, “Don’t you even think about it. You were naughty, remember? Everyone has to hear.”

You speed up your movements again, fucking his sweet spot to hear those moans which he can no longer hide; the volume growing louder before he cries out that he was going to cum – this makes you stop completely, he’s practically sitting his ass on your mound full of you.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so, remember?”

This is where you decide to inflict the pain on him that he enjoys oh so much. You take the cock from him, knowing that he’s about to climax and run up and down his member lightly, moving your hips a little. The other hand of yours slap at his balls, sending tiny shockwaves of mixed pleasure and pain across his body.

“None of these boys here can fuck you like I can.”

You slap his balls again, and again, and again. Each time he gasps out in pleasure and pain. Each time there’s a new expletive. You smack his balls once more, harder that time, and stroke his cock. You cup your hand around the head in preparation and not a moment later he spills his hot load everywhere, grunting and moaning in almost agony from how good of a release it is.

There’s a knock at the door and you have to hold back the urge to giggle when you learn it’s John Henry asking Michael if he’s okay. Michael’s voice cracks and breaks like he’s a pubescent teenager again and assures him he is. John Henry replies, “Alright then, just checking,” and continues to walk down the hall.

With your clean hand, you tousle his hair while subtly baiting him, “Poor little Mikey, letting everyone hear how good he just got fucked.”

Your other hand is covered in the evidence of what just happened so you hold it in front of his face and call attention to the earlier comment he made­, “You told me you wanted more so now is your chance. Clean mommy up.”

His tongue laps at the spilt seed, licking up the mess until it’s clean. Your face is rubbing against the back of his head and you place tiny kisses sparsely in approval; both at his obedience but also you being able to relieve him. “Did that taste good, baby?”

Michael answers the question in an almost purring manner after being pacified by you, “Almost as good as you.”

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[Part 1] It’s James. (Bodyguard!Bucky x Female!Reader)

It’s James.

Don’t forget it, doll, because it’ll be the only name you’ll be screaming the whole night.

tw’s: sex, language, alcohol, drugs, au setting

Tag list: @sofipatey​ @bloodiedskirtts​

* inspired from an ask from @papi-chulo-bucky * comments/feedback are appreciated

Loud music and sweaty young adults pathetically grinding against each other was certainly not former Secret Services Director Bucky Barnes’ scene, yet he found himself stood in London’s trendiest club, killing his boredom by nursing his already-watered down whiskey as he watched the princess knock back shot after shot of tequila in between lines of cocaine.

He couldn’t blame her for acting the way she did, given that her family literally had the money to support her lifestyle of booze, blow, and boys. Shit, if he had the same luxuries and privileges she had, he wouldn’t think twice to splurge it all on bad decisions, knowing that dear old father can afford to pay an accomplished bodyguard to pick up after him, anyway.

However, he definitely placed the blame on her when it came to her irrationality and lack of common sense– she was sent to the most prestigious, top-notch private schools, for crying out loud! More often than not, she had carelessly placed herself in precarious positions that would require him to handle the situation as if he were back in the Secret Service.

Show-off, she’d chide, playfully sticking out her tongue and coyly running her fingers up his arm as if she just didn’t escape an attempted kidnapping incident.

Tease, he would mentally reply as he stealthily took note of how her crop top and mini-skirt rode up after all the struggling, showing off a little more of her curves and legs that could rival that of a goddess’.

~

Upon hearing a shrill, familiar scream that cracked through the loud music, Bucky was quick to snap out of his buzzed reverie and whipped his head towards her direction. Narrowing his eyes to see through the cigarette smoke and dim lighting, he took note of her fragile form was entrapped in the strong arms of her male friend, who was leaning towards her face with puckered lips despite her protests and attempts to shove him off. “Here we go again.” the brunette bodyguard muttered with a sigh as he knocked back the rest of his drink before haphazardly placing it on the table nearest to him and pushing his way through the crowd to make his way to her.

“Get the fuck off me, you…” she slurred as she backed up further, swearing she could break her spine with how much she was bending backwards just to get that asshole out of her face. “You stupid jerk!” she screeched, lifting a hand to land a hard smack on his cheek, only to have her intoxication get the best of her as it ended up as a weak pat on his face, causing him to chuckle and have his disgusting whiskey breath attack her nostrils. She wanted to cry out for her bodyguard to swoop in and save her like he always does, but her tongue went numb as her thought process stuttered, causing her to completely forget what name to call out.

Chuckling, her assailant muttered a “cute” before licking his lips and leaning in further to capture her luscious lips in his. Faster than he could say “kiss me”, however, he felt a powerful force crash into his temple, forcing him to let go of the irresistible woman as he hit the floor, immediately falling unconscious. With droopy eyes and a loose tongue, the woman pointed an accusatory finger at his still form, opening her mouth to give him a piece of her heavily intoxicated mind. Before she could even utter a syllable, however, she was yanked away by the waist by her bodyguard, who wasted no time in getting her out of the packed club and ushering her into the limousine her brother had bought her for that night.

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“Jared.” she called out softly as she lifted up a stiletto-clad foot to poke at his knee, breaking the tense, awkward silence between them. “Jaaaaaareeeeed.” her voice was louder and her nudge was harder, as if to demand him to look at her. Thankfully, the partition of the limousine was up, allowing her to extend her leg as far as she wanted to without caring about the driver getting a little peek up her hiked-up skirt.

“It’s James.” Bucky breathed out, evidently bothered by the fact that she didn’t get his name for the nth time– drunk or not, she always managed to call him some stupid ass name that was a far cry from his real one. Furrowing his eyebrows, he tried to focus on the Sudoku game on his phone instead of the piss-drunk brat who had no qualms with making his job harder than it already was. I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, he mentally chanted, trying to ignore the woman’s incessant kicking and whining, choosing to focus on the next move he was going to make.

“Well, Justin.” she spat out crassly, as if his name was a cuss word. "Thank youuu for saving meee.“ she cooed drunkenly, though the sincerity was evident in her voice.

Scooting over to the stoic brunette, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders before placing a sloppy kiss on his scruffy cheek, staining his skin with her lip gloss. Giggling childishly at the mark she left, she brought up a perfectly manicured fingernail to trace over it, making Bucky roll his eyes so far back he swore he got a peek of his brain in an attempt to calm his racing heart and heat that was starting to rush to his groin.

Silently, he removed her arms from his shoulders and gingerly placed them on her lap before returning his attention to the puzzle game. Pouting at how cruelly he rejected her, the girl merely huffed out a “fine” before crossing her arms and scooting far away from him, glaring out the window with a dejectedly angry expression plastered on her perfectly made-up face. Her sulking didn’t last long, however, as she soon found herself coyly peeking over to him once she noticed that he made no further attempt to pay attention to her. She watched him move his thick fingers across the electronic device, gulping as she envisioned his digits skimming up her thigh before disappearing under her skirt, eventually moving to trail along her underwear–

“We’re here.” the man of her fantasies called out gruffly, pocketing his phone and exiting the car, briskly jogging over to her side of the vehicle before she could react. Chivalrously opening the door, he extended a supporting hand like he always did whenever he accompanied her to one of her extravagant shopping trips or excessive booze binges. “I said: we’re here, princess.” he called out once more, hoping she’d note the impatient sarcasm in his voice, and that she’d be decent enough to exit the car properly; he’d be damned if he got another flash of her show-stopping legs.

This time, however, instead of holding onto his hand for support like she always did, she laced her lithe fingers through his tightly, using all of the strength she had left to pull him back into the limousine before slamming the door shut.

“What are you doing?” the ever-so stoic James Buchanan Barnes had finally broke, raising his voice in bewilderment and confusion for the first time in years as she pushed him back into the vehicle’s leather seats, wasting no time in straddling him, deliberately placing her scantily clad heat above his hardening member. “This is– oh, God. No. No, no.” he muttered, trying his best to get her off, although the lack of strength in his arms and the tent that was starting to form in his slacks screamed the opposite.

“Don’t you want me, Jacob?” she pouted and fluttered her lashes in mock innocence, hoping that it’ll seduce him into loosening up and removing the robotic bodyguard mask he always had on. She knew that he didn’t think highly of her when it came to what was in her head, but she would rather keep in that way: appearing oblivious to the lascivious stares he’d given whenever she wore an outfit that exquisitely showed off her best assets, or to the intense heat she felt when she’d press her body a little more against his suit-and-tie clad one as she maneuvered her way through a crowd. “Everyone wants me.” her hot breath fanned his ear, while her hands skimmed up and down his crisp, white polo shirt, relishing the feel of lean muscle tensing under her touch.

Even in a heavily intoxicated state, she was so conceited and full of herself, but she was damn right– everybody, Bucky included, wanted her so badly that it hurt. What hurt more than the lust he felt for her, however, was the ache coursing through his temples and forehead as he tried his best to think with the head he had above his shoulders.

Bucky has never ever attempted to have a relationship with anyone professionally linked to him, but at that moment, with her peppering open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jawline that left delicious electric shocks from the ends of his hair to the tips of his toes, it seemed like he wouldn’t mind starting now.

[tooinlovewithfictionalpeople]

Thirteen - Steve Harrington

Summery- Thirteen is a runaway girl in the woods. She came from Hawkins as an experiment, but three years prior ran away. When the gang is in trouble, El calls out in fear and an unexpected guest comes to the rescue

This is based off a fanfiction I'm planning on Wattpad, so please don't steal ideas.

Hope you enjoy

Monsters were everywhere, literally everywhere. Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Eleven, and Steve were surrounded, fear settling within each of them.

Eleven was shaking in fear, her telekinesis not working. So she screamed, she cried out for help.

Suddenly, a black wolf lept from the darkness. Its eyes were bright blue and piecing, much to bright to be a normal wolf. Monster after monster it plowed through to get to the children, steppung on the monsters head and legs to save someone.

Everybodys eyes widened in shock at this supposed killing machine, and they all looked frightend, raising any weapon they had. The only person who wasn't scared was Eleven, as the rest stared wide eyed at the bear sized wolf leaping towards them. Eleven just smiled, making them lower their weapons.

The Wolf bowed infront of them, and Eleven tugged on steve's sleave ( she was nearest him) He turned to her.

" On" she whispered to him. His eyes widened.

" On? On? Are you kidding me!?" He whispered harshly. Eleven shook her head. He sighed and cautiously walked to were the wolf stood. The wolf watched him, bowing her head so Steve could climb on. He did, sitting stiffly at the front.

Next came Dustin, then Eleven, then Mike then Lucas.

A loud shriek was heard, and Eleven turned around, only to see all the monsters getting to their feat and making their way towards them. The wolf growled, bearing her teeth, before springing expertly from the rock and taking off. The wolf stepped lightly, swerving between trees, jumping over fallen logs. Steve looked behind him only to see the Monsters still chasing them.

" Hey girl can you go any faster?" He whispered close to her ear.

The wolfs head turned to the side, one eye looking at him before winking.

The wolf flashed blue, and a light was surrounding it. The gang uncovered their eyes to see that she was an eagle. A great huge golden eagle. She cawed twice before taking off into the night sky.

For five minutes they flew, though it felt longer. Steve was cheering, eleven was laughing, the three boys screaming as sge swooped and dived and spun.

She landed safley on the ground, bowing to let the others go down safley. When they were all off she stepped backwards, and a blue light engulfed her.

Then the Eagle became a girl. She was innocent looking and was medium hight, the top of her head reaching Steve's neck, just under his chin. Her doe eyes were wide, luscious lips smiling.

" Thirteen! " cried Eleven running into thirteens open arms.

" Hello Eleven" Thirteen said. She turned to the gang, and sighed. " Eleven knows me as thirteen, but I prefer my real name which is Evan, short for Evangeline. I come from the same place Eleven does. Where are we going now? It's very late, and I dont think anyone should be alone tonight."

The exuses were the same. Everyone had told their parents that they were staying at somebody elses house. Evan sighed.

" Well, I do have a house nearby. Its a one bedroom, though I have four sofas you can sleep on " she said. " It'll be a mess though because I've been a Wolf for over a year in the woods so haven't been able to keep it up."

The group agreed and they walked to her house.

When they got to her house, Evan carefully placed Eleven on the nearest sofa, having carried her a lot of the way home. Mike wanted to stay with her, and Dustin and Lucas wanted to stay with Mike. Evan brought out the blankets and draped them over the sleeping children.

Evan turned to Steve. " We'll have to share the bed, its a king sized double so I dont mind. You go on up, I'll stay in the Garden for a bit."

Steve shook his head. " I'm not tired. I'll join you"

Evan smiled. " It's odd. Being human agian. When I was a wolf, my memories were suppressed. And now everything is coming back"

Steve sank down on the doorstep next to her. " What kind of memories Evangeline ? " he asked hestinatly not wanting to pry but curious all the same.

" I remember the cage that they put me in, wanting me to shift for them. I remember the surgeries I had to make me this way. I remember Eleven. I remember running away. "

Steve nodded. "Well it will be nice to go to school if you're there. It would make life more interesting."

Evan laughed. " The creators put a chip in my brain. It basically teaches me everything. Like a computer. I dont need school. It also makes my movements more coordinated, and increase my stamina. Very usefull when I'm running away from things."

Steve snorted, running his hands through his hair. " You should join the basket ball team, this new bully's really good at it, but uses it as an excuse to be a dickhead. It's too bad about the school decision there'd be tons of things that you would enjoy, Evangeline. Sorry, - Evan."

Evan shook her head. " Don't be sorry. I like it when you call me that. The school part? I'll think about it. It would be a pasttime anyway. Also it would be a chance to get back to a normal life. "

Evan felt her eyelids droop, her head resting against Steve's shoulder. He looked down and laughed softly.

" Goodnight Evangeline " he said smiling down at her.

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" Shhhh they look so cute! "

" Shut up you'll wake them! "

" Ewww they're cuddling! "

" Great, now you've woken them."

Evan opened her eyes and turned her head to see four children peering down at her and Steve. Their legs were intangled, and he was holding her close her back agianst his chest.

Evan smiled. Maybe life wouldn't be so bad after all.

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It had been a week. Today was going to be Evans' first day of school.

Since she wouldn't be able to open the bank account that her parents had left her for another week whilst the details were discussed, Steve had given her money to go clothes shopping. He had gone with her to make sure she didn't pick an outrageous outfit. As it went, he thought that she would be popular with the clothes she picked out.

She was wearing one of her favourite outfits, that she bought. On her feet were black healed boots that went to her ankles. She was wearing high-waisted blue jeans with black belt. A loose black crop top hung off her. It had a little picture of a pepperoni pizza on the right breast pocket with white writing underneath saying " I requested pizza not you." ( Steve had laughed when she picked it up saying that it suited her well). She had a sports bra and leggins and black trainers as she had discoverd she had a talent for Basketball. Blue - Green mirrored sunglasses framed her face.

She had decided to go for a natural makeup look. Foundation coverd her freckles that dotted her nose, mascara and eyeliner made her eyes seem darker and wider. Her lips were painted a luscious pink, standing out agianst the whitness of her teeth. Her long dark hair was drawn up in a high ponytail, with a few strands framing her face. Evan smiled. Time to start the day.

As promised, Steve picked her up, and she curled up in the front seat, her heart pounding. Steve turned to her.

" Ok. Billy Hargrove. I need you to beat him at basketball for me and then I'll do whatever you want " He said sincerely. " You'll also be the most popular, your sense of style will give you good looks, your attitude will make you intimidating and nobody will mess with you. Remember, Spice before Nice"

Evan nodded, before stepping out the car. Although her and Steve weren't dating, they were really close, so she linked her arm with his, held her head up high, and marched towards the school.

It was now PE and unlike most, Evan was looking forward to it. At lunch she had gotten changed into her PE kit with a leather jacket.

So when the coach said Steve's team needed another player, Steve could volunteer Evan.

" A girl? Playing basketball with all boys? Well, knock 'em dead"

Evan smiled before taking off her jacket. She backflipped off the bleaches ( almost giving the coach a heart attack, jumping four levels at once) landing infront of Billy.

The coach blew the whistle.

Billy had managed to get the ball off Steve, and Evan ran up to the hoop, catching the ball at an impossible hight when Billy tried to throw it in. She then dribbled the ball past her opposing side, swerving expertly around the bodies, before scoring a point.

Two points.

Three points.

Half an hour later, after many interceptions coutsey of Evan, her team was winning by 10 points.

At the end her team surrounded her, cheering her name. Even Billy clapped slowly, though he didn't smile like everyone else. Evan laughed before walking over to where Steve was running at her.

He picked her up and spun her around, his hands on her waist, her hands on his shoulders.

And then he kissed her. Her eyes widend in shock before melting into the kiss, her long legs wrapped around his waist. The gymnasium cheered, but everything faded into the kiss.

It was time to go home, and Steve and Evan wwaljed out the school, hand in hand. The walked, laughing about anything in the world. Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Eleven watched them, the boys mouths were agape.

" Stevan? When did that happen"

" They look so happy,"

And they were.

Just for today, everything was perfect. They were together, as it would stay. Steve Harrington and Evangeline Hopper. The powercouple of the school.

The happiest couple.

PART TWO IS UP ON MY ACCOUNT.

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[lillaxtrigger]

Young Hope: Chapter 36

Out along the middle of the vast blue pacific, the gentle ocean breeze blow above the crystal clear waters and bellows out towards a flourishing lone island; the winds brushing against the bright and vibrant leaves and flora that make up its very forest. Alongside the very winds do a pair of winged shadows run along the top of these very tropical trees and flowers; the shadows speeding through the treetops until coming to a small, clear meadow; the two who owned these shadows fluttering down and landing upon the clearings soft grassy plain. Once the pair of angels roost on these very plains, the one boasting an indigo blue main gazes up towards the very sky that he had just descended down from; taking in a deep breath of the luscious tropical air before stating that: “Ah, this. This is just perfect right here. The calm ocean winds, the clear blue sky, the wildlife singing their natural song out in the distance. It all makes for one hell of a vacation spot, hope I can take some of my friends and fam here to party once we get all this business outta the way.” “Rest assured, Tore; our journey is nearing its climax. With two of the three search nods within our possession, one more is all we need to obtain to free the Kybr and reunite with our long lost kin.” the man with the cosmic wings declares.

“Then what do you think were waiting for, lets speed through this island and find the final one!” the blue boy excitedly suggest as he starts to take off. Before his ecstatic pupil could fly very far, Mall reaches his hand out to the speeding young boy and grasps his blazer collar with his spacial powers; Tore letting out a choked grunt as his whole body swings back. “Slow down there, my young Kybr. I’m afraid what we seek lies not along the beautiful tropics of this island.” “Uh, then where do you expect us to find it?” “Simple, go to hell.” “Uh, wow, okay. A little outta nowhere. You could just say its a surprise or something. Don’t gotta verbally stomach jab me like that.” “No, Tore. What I mean is the final nod we seek dwell deep beneath the earth and his stored away in the very pits of the damned; held within the confines of the demon kings very castle of flames and crimson brick.” “Oh. Wait, if you know that for a fact, then why’d ya choose to go down to this little slice of paradise? Wouldn’t it be faster just to dig our way down?” “Hmph, simply digging through the earth so brutishly would no doubt garter far too much attention then we need. I happen to know for a fact that there lies a hole that lead straight down into the underworld somewhere along this very island.” “Oh come on. A portal down into hell somewhere out in this tropical paradise?” “A jarring statement which makes it all the more inconspicuous.” “So this is the only hole leading straight down to hell or...” “Well, I do know of another portal somewhere down in the chilling arctic. Would you rather-” “Ah! Ya know what, why don’t we just start down here and see where it all goes.” Letting a little chuckle escape from his mouth, Mall begins to head straight out of the clearing and into the lush green tropics; his blue ward following after as they begin to navigate around the countless trees and flora that make up the islands very ecosystems.

Out further through the tropical forest, the dozens of tree’s starts to cluster and grow more dense the further they travel through the island; their numbers mattering little however as Mall simply stretches the space between it all for him and his pupil to casually walk along. As they continue to stroll through the middle of the tropical island jungle; the indigo angel takes the moment between both him and his mentor to ask: “Hey uh, not to sound pretentious here; but out of all the handful of Kybr that were left in this universe of ours, why’d you up and decide to take me along in this little fetch quest of yours?” “Well, I admit that you weren't exactly my first choice.” “Really? Who else did you have in mind?” “I was tempted to reach out to another half breed Kybr much like you; one that had boasted far more experience and strength. But before I could take the chance to confront this man however, I discovered that he was aligned with those that had seen to our races entrapment; a traitor to his very ancestors. One whose assistance I had discarded.” the cosmic angel explains with a gnarled hiss at the end. “He’s that strong? Who is this guy?” “Hmm. I still remember the day that I had discovered him clear as the cosmo’s; his orange hair flapping in the winds he soared the skies with his glorious golden wings. There was not a single doubt in my mind that he realized what aspect of this very universe he could control.” “Ah...” Tore utters, beginning to realize who exactly his mentor may be referring to.

“Uh, before...You mentioned that you had a daughter, right?” the blue boy shifts the conversation to. “...Yes. Why do you ask?” his cosmic mentor confirms without so much as looking back at him. “Wh-what was it like being a-a dad? Ya know, sharing those precious moments with here?” A soft sigh escapes from the angels mouth before he goes on to explain how: “In those fleeting moments that I had spent with her, an incredibly powerful feeling began to bloom within me; one that I had never felt in my near eternal life before. Those times I had played, taught, trained, imagined, and flew with her; all those moments will remained forever carved within my mind for the rest of this long and overwhelming journey of life. I...I would give anything to experience that strange, but blissful feeling of being what they would call a father once more...”

“Wow. And I never really knew what it was like to even have a dad...” Upon the blue angel injecting this does his mentor glance back at him, uttering to the boy: “Really? Is he-” “No no, he still very much alive. It’s just that he never ever comes back to spend a single second with the family he help make anymore. Mom just always gave me the excuse of how he’s just way too busy with whatever he’s doing every time I bothered asking. And I could tell that all times I asked for him, I could see the disappointment and sadness in her eyes. She’s tried to mask it with how fine she is with; but there’s just those moments I caught her without that mask and just see her cry. I eventually just stopped asking; I realized then that he was never gonna come back. Like even when things got to their absolute worst, I didn’t depend on him to just swoop in and fix everything; how could I? And what’s worse about it is that I still remember those times he did bother come around when I was just little bitty tike, all before my sister was even born. I have nothing else to go off of. It would have been one thing if he’d just never showed up in my life; but those memories of when he actually bothered to be a dad make the fact that he’s never coming around again for my mom, my sister, me just sting all the worse...It just...fucking sucks!”

Upon hearing his blue ward express such outrage causes the cosmic angel to stop dead in his tracks; Tore inadvertently bumping right into his back and nearly falling over. As the indigo angel catches himself from tumbling down, he witnesses his mentor fully turn back towards him and says: “I am truly sorry to hear your plight, my boy. Your father, whatever his business in this universe may be, I can say without any doubt is that he is missing such a treasuring experience. To share in the very joys of life with your own kin, and taking it so flippantly for granted...Truly such a tragedy.” “Mall...Do….you think...Nah, never mind.” the blue boy stutters. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Lets just get a move on.” Choosing to drop the subject, the two angel’s continue their little venture deeper into the tropical jungle’ Mall resuming to bend the space before them to let them past through the thicket of the forest.

Their peaceful walk through the lush island jungle eventually has them come to another clearing; both of them gazing beyond the tropical trees to discover a gargantuan stone monolith standing tall before them, its rocky surface rugged and covered in vines and aged bone to reflect its long lifespan. “Wow! How did we not spot this on the way down?” the blue boy ponders as his mentor hovers closer to the temple. Running his curious eyes over the face of the stone building, Mall brushes his fingers across the littered vines while claiming: “Strange, this structure wasn’t here before the last time I visited.” “When’s the last time you flew down here?” “Oh, it was rather long ago. I can’t believe the time has escaped me so easily, but I am certain it was a thousand  years at the least.” “Hey, a lot can happen here in that time. Maybe some people washed up here and built this thing with their bare hands, and outta themselves apparently.” “Perhaps; but when this monolith was constructed matters little to us. It’s what’s built over that were meant to descend down to.” “So, if the way down to hell is under this thing, should we just smash right through it?” “Heh. I think I may provide a much less crass method of uncovering our way down.” “And that would be?” “Tore, are you aware of atoms?” the cosmic angel questions. “Those small dots that make up everything?” “Indeed, my boy. Between every single atom that makes up this entire universe there are molecular bits of space that stand between each of them; from the loosest of water to the densest of stars, from the softest gases to the most hardened of refined solids; there exist this space between it all.” “Okay, so what’s that gotta do with what’s in front of us.” “It mean that those bits of space let me do this.”

Mall then ascend over to the upper front of the ancient temple, remaining utterly still in the air as he takes in a deep breath and shuts his eyes; the angel clasping his hands together and remaining peacefully silent as he prays. The song of the tropical jungle sings out as the cosmic angel hovers in the air, the countless animals providing the islands native ambiance as his blue wards simply stares up to him. “Uh, Mall...You okay up there.” Despite the indigo calling out to him, Mall remains still in his quiet focus. Uh, what’s he doing just standing there? He hasn’t done a thing for a whole straight minute, is he alright? Is he even awake?...Maybe shaking him will help? Right as the young angel starts to rise up towards his master, the spacial angel finally opens his eyes to the world once again; Tore hovering back when seeing the very cosmos itself reflected within his sclera’s. It then that he sees Mall finally break from his prayer and thrust his hands straight out towards the stone monument; Tore gazing back just in time to witness a line of pure spacial essence penetrate the rock and run straight down the middle of the ancient building. At last does the angel of space begin to part his palms away from one another, Tore watching as the stone temple before them follow suit and begin to split apart; the entire jungle trembling as both of monument’s halves grow further and further away from one another. Watching this marvel of spacial control play out before him, the indigo angel hovers closer to discover the split open sides of the parting monolith to find the parts cut open extremely smoothed and whole; all with not even a jag or crack left along the surface.

Once finished splitting the ancient temple, Mall closes his eyes up as he takes in another calm breath; his eyes returning to normal as he lets out a relieved exhale and declares that: “And there we have it. Our way into the depths of the underworld has been opened.” Hovering beyond the fractured halves of the monolith does the indigo angel gaze upon a wide and deep pit where the structure once stood; the numerous rocks decorating the pit offsetting the seemingly endless darkness. “Whoa! So this hole right here leads straight down to hell, does it?” the blue boy questions. “Indeed it does. How else do you think we would be traveling down?” “Well, I did think of another way, but just dropping down this hole here is a lot less work and thankfully way less traumatizing.”

As the two angels land right along the very edge of the fiery pit, Tore takes the moment to ask his mentor: “So, where exactly in hell are we supposed to find the last nod?” “Like I said, the search nod was being kept under the very depths of the king’s very castle, guarded by the most frightening of hell’s demon’s.” “King, you mean the devil?” “The devil, Satan, the unholy demon, King Lucitor, whatever he goes by nowadays, him and his royal family have held dominion over the fiery pits of the underworld for as long as the earth had existed.” “You think we’ll haveta face this guy.” “We’ll be lucky if we don’t see a single sign of him during our hellish trip. With Hell itself being his dominion, there is no other place he exudes power then his very own land.” “Jeez. Sounds exciting.”

With the initial questions gotten out of the way, the two Kybr at last jump into the massive fiery hole and begin their descent down into the hellish pit; the glow of their wings lighting through the darkness as they glide down. As both of them drop through the hole, the blue boy peeks back up to see the light of the sun above shrink down into a meager dot; eventually disappearing among the light of the fiery rock. Lowering his eyes downwards, Tore finds the earthly dirt that makes up the pit start to be replaced with hard brimstone and the melted flesh of men; the occasional head and limb protruding out from the blazing sides. The two angels could feel the very air they descend through begin to rapidly rise in temperature the further they drop; Tore wiping the constant stream of sweat that pours out from his forehead during their glide down. Its then that his ears manage to catch a bone chilling sonata of countless shrieks and screams all echoing down from below; these outcries making the blue boy shiver and shake. Gazing down towards the dark void they hover down towards do both of them see blobs of color all bubbling out from below, all these colorful faces and bodies erupting out around them and rising out from where they’d descended. Once their horrible shrieks die down, the indigo angel looks to his spacial mentor and asks: “Hey uh, you don’t think that whatever we do down here won’t effect what happens up there, should it?” “I don’t imagine it would on a big scale.”

Right up on the very surface of the earth that they had come down from, a whole group of people dressed in tribal attire all surround of what remains of their fractured monument; a good number of them running their palms along the smooth cut rock while the rest gaze down the very hole that was hidden under the rocky temple. As the people stare down along the seemingly endless pit, a mass of colorful lights start to rush right out from its very depths; all of them fleeing into the jungle as the hole erupts in a dozen colors and the wisps scatter through the air.

After several minutes of dropping down through the pit of blazing brimstone and melted flesh do both angels finally see a bright orange light beneath them; the fiery bright orange light beating against their bodies as they finally descend down from the bottom of the pit. The blazing orange glow finally fades away to let the angels take in the very view of the fiery underworld, Tore’s very eyes lighting up when witnessing the expected motif of like brimstone, lava, demonic monsters and screaming people. Though some of the other pieces of hell’s first impression still caught the blue boy off guard; stretched out human faces blanketing the rock, fleshy tentacles with sharp toothed maws along their ends, amalgamations of horrible rock and flesh pulsing and screaming in agony, even some people’s entire bodies melded into the boiling rock. “Holy hell hole! I expected some of this stuff like the lava and fire, but the rocky flesh things, the tentacles, the human faces on rocks. Really seems like something you see outta a horror show. It’s all seriously looking metal as all he- Wait a sec...Ah, you get it don’t you.” the indigo angel describes. “Quite the horror show indeed. A place no better for the gods to toss away their undesired. Attempt to be as selfless and free as you wish; but if your not looked down kindly upon them, then they’ll toss you down here to suffer for all eternity without so much as a second thought.” “Jeez, the gods are kinda dicks, aren’t they?” “A lot of them are, yes. But none of them dared to lock us Kybr within this very purgatory. With our very souls themselves able to mold the very universe we dwell in, how could they?”

“Well, since were finally down here, we might as well streak through the fiery skies til we reach the kings castle.” the indigo angel states as he readies to take off. Before Tore could rocket off out through the hell’s very blistering air, he suddenly crashes right into what felt like a super solid wall; the blue boy peeking ahead to find the very space in front of him solidified in cosmic stars. Knowing full we’ll who had erected such a wall, the blue boy turns back to his mentor and question: “Ah, what is it now?” “Do you seriously expect to freely glide through the skies of the underworld undetected with wings as bright as yours. As brilliant as they are, they will surely attract more then our fair share of trouble.” “So what? Let’s just wallop whatever gets in our way.” “Tore, please just listen. Were not out up above in the great wild yonder anymore. We’re in the very den of our very foe’s. We cannot proceed so carelessly. If the king of hell finds out we’re coming, then he will surely make sure to haul the nod somewhere we cannot reach it. Tis why we much walk far more carefully while traversing through this fiery hellscape. The keyword being walk.” A small whine leaves the blue boy’s mouth as both he and his mentor flutter down to the brimstone below; Tore putting away his wings as they land and asking: “How long do we gotta trudge through this hellscape til we reach the castle.” Thrusting his very own hand within his body, Mall digs through the space held within his very body and pulls out the golden halo; holding it in the palm of his hand until the holographic map appeared. “Hmm…Judging from where we had entered from, I would estimate have about...10 miles.” Upon the cosmic angels estimate does his pupil let out a loud outcry, one that echo’s alongside the other moans and agonizing screams that sound throughout the fiery airs of the underworld.

Their miles long journey throughout the hellish landscape takes them across the hills and loops of rugged brimstone, streams and river of flowing molten lava, riding along the backs of a few wondering leviathans and giants; all of which provides for them the sites of tormented, forgone, and punished. Be them boiled, fried, scorched, poked, or severely nipple twisted by the devilish inhabitants; their outcries join in along the other millions of guilty and punished that sing out their chorus of suffering throughout hell. Along side these sonata’s do dozens of demon’s of all shapes and sizes glide along the fiery skies of the underworld; some taking on human appearances while others take on borderline strange shapes as they fly.

After hoping right off the back of a giant and landing on solid stone, Tore lets out a growling sigh before expressing how: “Holy hellish heatwave here! It is boiling down in this hell hole. I mean as expected, sure; but you don’t really get how hot it is until you take a little trip down here. I’m starting to become more sweat than skin by the minute. We’ve been trudging through this whole nightly field trip of horror show delights for days on end now and we can’t see a single bit of the head honcho’s hell castle.” “Tore. It’s been an hour since we dropped down in here.” “Whatever, still feels the same. Spend an hour in hell and it feels like an eternity. Just how much longer do we gotta keep trudging through the inside of this semi supernatural oven compartment til we reach the keep?” “We’re here.” “Oh great I- hang on, what?”

Upon hearing his galactic teacher claim such, Tore peeks behind the cosmic angel to spot a huge, towering castle of crimson brick whose walls and towers take the shape of numerous twisted demonic body parts; the front gates of the castle taking the form of a gaping maw. The castle itself stands upon a pillar of brimstone set right in the middle of a boiling lake of molten magma; the lava bubbling along the bottom rising right out from the lake in rising pillars and flowing right up through hell’s very ceiling in columns of twisting molten goo. “Wow, now this is one hell of a place for the king of demons to live; huge ass castle, incredible of the hellish plains, sweet lava pillars rising from the lake. Couldn’t pick a better venue for a palace. So now that were here, what might the game plan be for breaking into this place.” “Well, it goes without saying that a straight forward approach is out of the question. Our best bet for this to go as smooth as possible would be for one of us to infiltrate the back of the keep and sneak out to where they’ve hidden the nod; a task of which I think is more suited for you, my ward.” Mall elaborates. “I-Why me?” “Your wings, child. Since they glow pale white, attempting to glide around the castle without getting seen would be nearly impossible; that is of course unless you glide just above the lake of molten liquid bubbling underneath. With how borderline bright this lake of molten goo is, nobody would pay any mind to a white spot traveling along the surface; they’d think of it as a simple glint or part of the lava itself. That’s how you will make your way to the back of the castle and sneak your way in; traverse the castle and take the nod back from the demon kings clutches.”

“Okay, okay, okay. I get that part of the plan. But what are you gonna be doing while I’m tiptoeing through this place?” the blue boy asks his mentor. “I shall stay out here and draw out the castles very forces, keeping them occupied and distracted while you navigate through its halls in search of our prize.” “Oh, that ain’t fair. Why do you get to do all the fun stuff while I’m just sneaking around?” “Because Tore, with my more developed control over the forces of space, I can keep the hellish strongholds army occupied far longer then you can.” “Ah...” “That is why I am trusting you to reach the nod while I work to keep the enemy forces at bay.” “Really?” “Indeed I am. With all that we’ve been through; cleansing the warp gate and restoring it to its former glory, fending off the rogue forces of the abandoned citadel side by side; even retrieving one of the nods deep within the chilling mountains, there isn’t any other Kybr left in this plain of existence I trusts more than you.” These very words brew within the blue wards a strange warmth deep within the bowels of the angel’s stomach; Tore clutching his side as he answers: “I’ll do it.” From his backside does the spacial angel presents the golden halo to the boy, Tore holding his hand out for the gadget as he mentor responds with: “I know you will.”

Parting from his spacial teacher, the indigo angel ventures to the very edge of the molten pit; his eyes glaring down to the lake of boiling magma that stews beneath them. With but a single bounding leap, the blue boy delves down towards the searing lake of lava; feeling the very air around him grow blisteringly hot the closer he drop down towards the fiery goo. Right as he’s but a few feet away from taking that seething molten dip, Tore finally erects his glowing white wings straight out from his backside and pulls up before he could dive bomb right into the magma lake; the intense heat from the lakes surface radiating on his stomach as he soars but only a few feet right above. Once gliding along the top of the molten liquid, the blue boy takes a little glance back to where he had fallen from to see his galactic mentor begin to ascend high above the brimstone rim and hover right before the crimson keep.

As Mall waves his hands in opposite clockwise motions, stars begin to conjure right out from his palms until he creates an entire ring of them. Once he has conjured the collection of stars, the cosmic angel commands them all to fire out towards the keep before him; each of these stars breaking apart in a small explosion of dust and shake the entire castle. Once the stardust start to settle and waft away, an entire slew of demonic monsters start to march, crawl, slither, and fly right out from the depth of the keep and rush out to the battlement to face the angel that dare attack their rulers palace. The horde of demons bare what weapons lie in their hands, what twisted teeth are in their maws, and what sharp talons are along their feet as the hellish army approach. Despite the legions of hell’s very castle charging at him, the spacial angel refuses to waver as he simply stretches both of his arms out to his sides and start to then conjure two galaxies right in the palms of his hands; the two galaxies spinning faster as they grow to the size of the angel’s entire body. Once these pairs of galaxies grow big enough, Mall casts them out to the demonic horde charging right at him like a pair of throwing discs; the galaxies cutting straight through the entire army easily.

Yep, he’s gonna be just fine. Certain of this very fact, Tore returns his site out to the rest of the molten lake before him; just in time to pass around the very column of brimstone holding the entire castle above the lake of blistering magma. Once behind towering pillar of rock, the indigo angel starts to rise up from the boiling magma and along the rugged brimstone until reaching the top of the crimson abode; gently fluttering down to an open balcony.

The young blue boy withdraws his bright pale wings as he start to enter the door left open leading inside; seeing only a pitch black darkness waiting on the other side. As he gently closes the door behind him, the blue boy’s eyes start to see a dozen shapes offsetting the dark red void before him; tiptoeing around these objects as he sneaks over to the other side of the room. Traversing through the dark red does the blue boy’s eyes catch what seemed like a door, resting his palm upon its wood and struggling to simply push it open. Feeling down for a knob, the indigo angel finds one along the side and attempt to twist, only to find it refusing to budge no matter how much he twists it. Locked. Could just break the door down, but that’d cause too much of a commotion. Need to find another way out.

While his eyes start to adjust to the darkness, the blue boy peeks back to where he had tiptoed from and spots something offsetting the shadows; the bars running along this rectangular object suggesting it to be a standing cage. Strange. Wonder what they could have trapped in here? Curious of what could be held inside, Tore carefully sneaks around the countless objects and shadows that litter the floor as he starts to approach the cage; left confused when seeing the very top of it to be left without any lid. Wait, is this really a cage? Finally making it to the supposed cage, the blue boy peeks down the open top to find something lying along the bottom; his curious stare beginning to widen when his eyes further adjust to the dark and discovers what lies inside. What he discovers lying within is a slumbering human toddler that sports a pair of demonic horns along the top of its head; the child’s slumbering sighs brushing against its single sharp tooth as it sleeps. Oh...oh no. Taking a peek back towards the stuff that he had been sneaking around, he finally sees to be toys, dozens of toys fit to be played within by a small child; much like the child he stands before. Oh no. Glancing back to the toddler in the keep, drips of sweat starts to run down his forehead when seeing the toddler rolling around in his sleep; little grunts escaping from the baby’s mouth as it snoozes. Oh no! Of all the places to land in!

Realizing what sort of dicey situation he was in, Tore starts to slowly back away from the occupied crib as his eyes frantically wander around the room for an alternate escape. Need to find another way out before this little tike wakes up. Come on. Where’s the door? Where’s another door!? Midst the blue boys rapidly growing panic, he starts to crack a smile when his eyes lock out the side of the toddlers bedroom and discover another wooden door left along the side of the balcony. That very same smile shatters in but an instance when the angel feels himself fall back against a lone toy left in the middle of the floor; his back slamming against the floor with a loud thud. After harshly falling right onto the floor, the blue boy peeks back up towards the crib and his relieved to find the young tike having snoozed past his little trip. Oh, thank god.

That same relief is swiftly dashed away when the very same toy that he had tripped over begins to glow out a dozen colors and play a rather loud early preschool tune; the music echoing through the bedroom and causing the horned toddler to wake up crying. As the young child continues to scream out, a feminine voice sounds off from the locked door cries out for: “Issac.” Hearing a sharp click from that very door, Tore quickly picks himself right off the floor and starts to hurry over to the other way out; one of the doors swinging right open to reveal a human woman dressed in red and wielding a long sword bursting onto the scene irradiating a lot of ferocious mama bear energy. “I’m here baby. I-”

The very first site that her dagger eyes find tainting the confines of her very child’s bedroom be the blue boy busting straight through the door leading right to the crimson hallway. Determined to not let this blue ruffian get away with scaring her child, the long haired brunette flips her weapon around and hurls it out to the intruder like a throwing javelin; Tore glancing back as he races through the hall to see the razor sharp blade careening right at his back. Hoping to evade the oncoming swords deadly tip, Tore springs into the air just in time as the blade approaches; the weapons razor edge brushing right along the crotch of his pants as it thrusts right underneath the blue boy. Having evaded the horrible sting of the moms blade, the blue boy continues to flee out towards the turn up ahead; the mom stopping right in the doorway of her child’s bedroom as she watches the intruder flee, all the while hearing him repeat out: “I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry!”

Once having escaped that dicey situation, the indigo angel hops right off the floor as his wings pop out from his back; gliding through the crimson halls of the castle as he peeks back for any sign of the sword wielding woman. Thankfully, he fails to find even a bit of her anywhere in site and lets out a shuttering breath. Oh god, that was way too close. Another moment late and the old jewels would’ve been skewered. Left utterly impaled by the cold steel of a protective mother; oh irony would have been as poignant as the following pain. Don’t really know how much a difference it would’ve made afterwords though. Never really was much a horny bastard as Roy is. I-...God, ain’t got the time to think about the aftermath of post makeshift castration surgery. Need to get back on track here.

Thrusting his hand right into his pants pocket, Tore digs through his blue denim jeans for a moment before pulling out the very halo that his mentor had bestowed to him before they had split off. The blue boy takes a minute to inspect the ring glossy golden sheen for any sort of buttons or switches that could make the radar appear. How do you even turn this on? As the boy attempts to search along the rings inner rim, his hand slides along the edge of the gadget finally gets the map to flash right on; unfortunately engulfing his entire head in its light and causing him to careen right into the curved crimson hall ahead of him.

After the brickwork that makes up the wall all topples down onto the blue boy, Tore effortlessly digs himself right out from the debris and takes a peek at the map that the halo expelled from its middle; a pair of small dots pulsing along the 3-D map of the hellish stronghold. The indigo angel knew for sure that the blue dot perched along the top of the keep was where he stands; but finds the other yellow pulsing deep beneath the underworld palace. Kay, so our little prize here is practically buried right under this whole hellbound palace; a little redundant here, but where else would they really put it. It would be faster to bust through each floor right into the basement, but that could draw way too much attention. Gotta stick to the plan here, Tore, no matter how dumb and boring it is. Hope Mall is out there having fun at least.

Back outside the crimson castle’s walls does a seemingly endless onslaught of numerous demons all pour out from the front of the stronghold; all of them baring their weapons, fangs and claws as they charge out to the cosmic angel. Despite their overwhelming numbers, not even one of them is able to even close in on the galactic angel as Mall casts forth a wave of pure space that sends a large chunk of the army flying back; some of them demon’s slamming right into the castle they emerged from while others careen out into the hellish horizon. The pieces of this army that have evaded this angels powerful wave all slip out from the edge and curve back towards both of the man’s sides in hopes of pulling off a pinching counterattack. Seeing both of of the approaching groups of demon’s closing in, Mall stretches his arms out towards the pair of swarming monsters and opens the palms of his hands to unveil a pair of rapidly growing wormholes. Though the two nearing armies attempt to stop themselves from running right into these holes, they’re already caught within their gravitational pull and are sucked straight into their cosmic depths.

As the angel dispels these wormholes does he feel something lumber out from behind; Mall turning around to discover a towering giant of molten lava, cracked brimstone, and burnt flesh all erupt out from the brimstone plains the castle overlooks. Witnessing the lumbering behemoth charge towards him, Mall puts both of his wrist together and opens another cosmic wormhole before the racing giant; launching forth the various winged beasts that he had sucked right a moment ago towards fiery amalgamation. The numerous demons fired upon the towering behemoth unwittingly dig their claws and weapons right into the monsters burnt, but soft flesh and magma; the overwhelming barrage causing the giant to trip and plummet down into the lake molten lava below.

Gliding right form the castle windows do several other demon’s donning fiery masks and dressed in arcane attire all over out to the battlements to face the angelic threat to their kings keep; their hands glowing like the very fires of their natural hellish dominion. The whole collective of arcane demons all surround the cosmic man and wave their hands out to the angel; small sparking flames beginning to surround Mall as the demon’s wave their glowing palms at him, soon rapidly growing together to form a massive hellish ball of flames that engulf the angel in its overwhelming heat. Right when these magical demon’s think they might have quelled this cosmic threat, the very sun they have conjured around the angel suddenly starts to implode; the demonic magicians witnessing their ball of searing flames being consumed a single black dot piercing through its middle. Soon is every single one of their embers consumed within a black hole hosted in the palm of the cosmic angel’s very hands; Mall clasping his palms to both close the hole and expel a force of space that sends the demon wizards all careening away in different directions.

Planning for a counter attack of his own, Mall reaches down for the brimstone making up the cliff side behind him and uproots the very rock from the hellish earth; the magma held within still freshly glowing as he hovers the fiery boulders to his sides. When clutching his hands into fists do these same rocks break apart under his spacial grasp and split into smaller flaming stones; the cosmic angel then casting these rocks right out to the walls of the castle; each stone beating against the crimson brickwork and causing the palace to tremble. As the angel continues to launch the salvo of rocks like a meteor shower, a column of hellfire sears out from behind him; Mall sensing a looming threat as humanoid figure with demonic horns and three fiery red eyes hovers out from the pillar of flames.

Within the halls of the hellbound keep itself, a whole battalion of demonic soldiers donning orange armor and twisted weapons all hurry through the hallway; the one leading the troops glaring back to the army and stating how: “My soldiers. We must defend this keep from the siege outside long enough for the royal family to safely escape; fight like your kingdom is on the line!” The demonic armada cheers out from their captains words as they all rush through the palace corridors; not a one even noticing the young blue boy perched along the overhanging arches above them as they continue forth.

Once the whole army had marched around the corner, Tore drop right back down onto the hallway’s velvet carpeted floor; a small groan escaping from his mouth as he glances back to where the demon had left. God, this sucks. Down here in the literal capital of hell itself and this angel’s stuck with sneaking past all of it. Could’ve took those guys on single handedly too. Be at least a little fun to whomp these grunt soldiers. Upon these thoughts does Tore then feel the entire castle quake beneath his feet; the blue boy nearly falling over from the trembling hallway. Feel’s like Mall’s out there having loads of fun. Its then that parts of the hall he stand within begin to break apart under the constant trembling; the brickwork, pillars, and arches that make up the corridor all collapsing of the stone walls and crashing to the floor. Alright, now we got some action. Time to put it in gear!

While the crimson hallway he dwells in breaks apart, the blue boy takes off through the crumbling scene playing out before him; witnessing the arches and columns tumble down towards him. Dashing out through the crumbling halls, the indigo angel weaves himself all around the debris that fall from above; squeezing through the brief gaps that he finds between the cluster of descending crimson brick. In his rocketing hurry forth, Tore comes to witness the very ceiling ahead collapse all at once in heap of crumbled bricks and fractured pillars piled up before him; failing to give the boy even a single bit of room to past. Despite the seemingly impassable mess of castle reminiscence blocking his way, the blue boy refuses to slow down by even a smidgen; instead flying faster towards the wreckage as he raises both himself and his fist into the air. Once ascending high up to the fractured ceiling, the indigo angel starts to bomb down towards the mess of impassable wreckage and hammer his fist down upon the mess of hellish bricks; the entire blockade exploding in a shower of rubble with just a single strike as Tore slide along the floor in the aftermath. As Tore’s skid starts to come to a crawl, he starts to feel the entire palace begin to calm down and cease its constant trembling; the indigo angel letting out a relieved sigh when feeling the floor beneath him stop shaking. Whew, glad things are starting to settle. Better hurry before Mall makes the whole place fall into the lava lake below.

But just as the blue boy was about to take off through the rest of the hellish hallway; his ears catch a lone groan echoing out from right behind him; Tore nearly falling to the floor as he stopped dead in his tracks. Whoa! Where’s that coming from? Peeking back around towards the mess of crimson bricks behind him, his site trails around for wherever the continuing low moan could be coming from; soon tracing these cries of pain out towards a pile of rubble set along the wayside. Almost immediately tracing where the groaning his coming from does he zip straight to the debris and start to shovel through the broken bricks with his bare hands. After tossing aside a chunk of one of the castles pillars, the indigo angel finally uncovers the very source of the painful moans; reaching into the depths of the pile and dragging out a lone girl with maroon pink hair and three eyes dressed in a torn regal dress. Once dragging the horned girl out from the rubble does he soon discover the countless spots of blood red staining her dress; all bleeding alongside the numerous cuts and bruises that litter her pinkish red skin. Oh man, that don’t look to good. She’s bleeding pretty badly here. Doubt she’d wake up in time to get any first aid.

Tore takes a peek down both sides of the crimson corridor before kneeling down to the wounded teenage girl; his hands looming over her body’s bruises as his palms start to glow a multitude of colors. Right, here goes. The very moment that the angel places his palms upon the wounded young girl, the light that emanates from his very palms start to slither all around her body and circle around her bleeding wounds; Tore watching as the glow seeps straight into her cuts and starts to close them all up; the girl’s very skin regenerating right over these bruises as if they have never formed. Once all of the girls visible wounds had been fully healed, the indigo angel lifts her right off the cracked castle floor and puts his ears right up to her chest in hopes of hearing a heartbeat over her breasts; drips of sweat running down his forehead when hearing nothing but silence. A few brief moments pass before the blue boy hears the girls heart beat once more to the rhythm of life; a relieved smile stretching across his face. That very same smile starts to waver when beginning to hear multiple heartbeats playing alongside the one he had listened to, almost like hearing an entire drum band performing their seasonal tour gig right in her very inside. Well, guess she alive...I-I think...I-No-no time to think too much into this; there’s a search nod that needs retrieved.

Setting the girl gently back down onto the floor, Tore leaps up and takes up through the rest of the castle hall up ahead; the girl he leaves behind begin to awaken from her wounded stupor and shakes her head as the sound of gliding wings invade her ears. Arising from the cracked crimson floor, the young teenage girl looks out to the hall with all three of her eyes to discover only the bright pale wings of a lone figure gliding right around the corner. The demonic young woman brushes her hands right along the spots of her torn silk dress, the parts of her body where she had felt the worst pain left patched up and healed; almost as if the tormenting agony she had felt had been nothing but a nightmare.

Gilding past that solved cause for panic, the indigo angel at last comes to the very end of the hall to discover an open doorway leading into nothing but darkness; his wings piercing through the void to let him find a massive spiraling staircase beyond the door. Gazing down the very stairwell, Tore fails to find the bottom of the hollow well among the darkness. This trip just keeps going deeper and deeper down, don’t it. Practically boiling down here hotter then the surface of the lava. First feels like the old jewels down there were on the verge of freezing off back in the mountains, now this scorching heats making it feel like somebody’s eyeballs are just seconds away from melting right out of their skull. God, don’t know what would be worse, the agony of having your peepers melting away, or the horrible eternal darkness ya gotta suffer through afterwards; with nothing but the burning pain from the scars to taunt ya...What the hell is going through my head here!? Need to get back on track here. Placing all of that horrid mental imagery in the back of his head, Tore decides to spur the comforting, but slow pace of taking the stairs and rather takes a the daring leap straight down into the depths of the castles dark crimson pit; the glow of his pale wings illuminating the darkness as he flutters down into the depths.

During the young angel’s constant descent further down into the pit below, the staircase that spirals down along the wall starts to break off and vanish from the walls despite the well continuing down to what felt to the young man like miles on end. His plummeting descent is then suddenly accompanied by what sounded like horrible outcries of despair and shrieks of dread; all of which grow ever louder the further Tore descends down through the depths. What with all the noise? What else could they have stowed away down here?

At long last does the indigo angel finally discover the bottom among all the seemingly endless darkness; the floor and the walls left along the bottom devoid of any sort of constructed brick. All that remained for the blue boy to find was the very bedrock of the earth holding veins of the planets very molten lifeblood underneath. Gazing around the jagged bedrock, Tore finds a lone tunnel stretching through the surrounding darkness; all the horrible screams and agonizing cries coming from what lies in its depths. Thrusting his hand straight into his denim pockets, Tore swiftly pulls out the golden halo that Mall had entrusted him with; brushing his hand along its very rim to make the map appear and finding the glowing dot being simply a straight shot down this very tunnel. With the mcguffin not much farther, Tore takes off down the blistering hot tunnel, the sweat dripping through his body evaporating mere seconds after coming out. Keep it cool, Tore. This little heatwaves practically nothing against what your used to.

In his trip through the darkened bedrock tunnel does the boy eventually discover a bright light shinning along the end of the tunnel; constant sonata of agony ringing at its absolute loudest. Tore stops along the very end of the tunnel to behold the very source of this strange glow and desperate cries. Standing before the blue boy be a giant wall of multiple glowing orbs attached to one another; each one set in the shape glowing incorporeal bodies all crying out and moaning in despair and agony. Wow, this looks freaky? Just what even is it, and why is it kept down here? Pulling out the radar once more, the angel discovers himself just mere paces away from the very nod that he was tasked to retrieve; literally just beyond the wall of wailing heads and bodies. Whatever it is, it ain’t gonna stand in the way of getting that nod.

The blue boy takes a daring lunge right towards the wall of screams with his hand held high, thrusting his fist right into the one of the heads slithering the surface; the entire wall violently pulsing and shrieking when upon feeling the angel’s strike. The overwhelming pulse that reverberates from this very wall causes the angel to tumble backwards; Tore covering his ears as he keeps himself from falling on his ass. Gah! Man, that thing is hella loud; almost popped an ear drum just hearing it scream. Seems like simply pushing through this whole wall won’t be enough. Maybe it’d like a little bit of power thrown its way.

As the young man steps back a little bit further away, he starts to charge up a ball of pale power right between the palms of his hands; the gathering power illuminating through out the entire bedrock tunnel as it grows more and more. Finally does the blue boy fire out a concentrated beam of pale power right out from his hands and straight towards the wall of countless glowing heads and bodies. The very moment that the ray hits the wall do the heads along the surface such every bit of their power straight into their screaming maws; every piece of his blast devoured by the numerous bodies within the wall. After every bit of the beam had been eaten up, the wall lets out a small reverberating belch that echoes out through the tunnel behind; Tore gawking at the wall with an incredibly confused stare. Di-...Did it seriously just eat my beam? I-It just ate it up like an ice cream sundae! How did-What the actual… Before the young man could wind himself up too much on the bullshit that he had just bared witness to, the blue boy calms himself down and returns his gaze to the glowing wall set before him. Alright, hitting it didn’t work. Blasting it didn’t work. What else hasn’t been tried here?

Staring to the numerous colorful heads and bodies that slither along the surface of this bizarre wall, watching them all wriggle around reminds him of something familiar; something that he had recently experienced. Those things. What are they? They looks pretty familiar. They kinda look like all those things that gathered around when sitting on that throne back in the Kybr city. And those things strangely looked like people I know. But what’s something like this doing in the bottom of hell, though. Whatever they might be, this wall and what when down when sitting on that chair look way too similar to just be a coincidence. Wonder what would happen if…

Wishing to test something out, Tore slowly approaches the wall of glowing bodies once more and reaches his open hands out to those held within; gently resting his hands along the very blockade itself. As soon as the young man’s palms touch the blockade, every single being trapped within the wall aims their eyes of pure white down upon the angel holding his hands out to them. Uh… Without even so much as a single warning do all of them start to thrust themselves straight down into the indigo angel’s mouth; Tore struggling to even pull himself back and scream as every single one of them force their way into him. Once the last of these people finally slither their way into the young boy, Tore stumbles down onto the bedrock underneath him; his throat glowing a multitude of colors as he lays there to catch his breath before fading away. Ow...Wish all that would’ve gone down a little better. Slowly pulling himself right off the warm bedrock ground, Tore then sees the wall that had once obstructed his path to have been dispelled; the angel finding the very search nod he had descended down into the depths of the castle to retrieve standing atop a pedestal of hardened magma.

A big smile stretches across the boy’s cheeks as he glides over to the winged golden ring, the light from the magma veins that decorate the chambers bedrock reflecting off the nod as the indigo angel starts to inspect every inch of its rim. How did Mall say to shrink this oversize wedding ring down to pinkie size again? He put his hand on it and it just started shrinking down to size. He mentioned something about spreading your power through the ring and it’ll just scale down on its own. So, it should start to go down when…

Thinking back to when his spacial mentor had shrunk down the nod he had found deep in the heart of the snowy mountains, Tore slaps the palm of his hand right onto the outer rim of the giant ring and injects his own power straight through the rings golden surface. The giant ring takes in his energy and begins to illuminate a rainbow of colors along its shinning surface, reducing its own size before the blue boy’s very eyes. Soon enough does the once impressively massive golden ring is reduced to the size of but a mere pinky ring; the indigo angel swiping the search nod from the magma pedestal and dunking the precious mcguffin straight into his white blazers inner pocket, zipping the zipper pocket tight to safely secure the nod. Right, got the mcguffin in hand. Better glide right on outta here before the old buns in the back of the trunk start to burn up in this natural kitchen stove. The very prize he came all this way down for safely secure, Tore takes off back down the very bedrock tunnel he had flown down from at breakneck speeds; the magma veins orange glow mixing alongside the angel’s illuminating wings.

Held within one of the dark red strongholds rooms above, a whole army of demonic soldiers all scuttle around within preparing for battle; the bigger of the demon’s helping the others in readying themselves to face the threat outside. Its in that moment that the biggest demon of all step before them and grabs their attention with: “Alright, ladies and gents!” Each any every soldier in the room breaks their site away over to the presenting demon as the giant continues with: “My friends! The day has finally come for us to truly serve our beloved ruler in defending our homes very capital from this holy menace that seeks to tear it down. We fight on this day not only for our livelihoods, but for the royal family’s lives, the gentle young prince, the sprite princess, the fierce queen and the fiery king. I swear upon this day that the sanction of this hellish palace shall remain unbreached!” Upon the giant demon’s speech does the rest of the army cheer out with their own brands of outcries and praise; the entire room echoing with sentiments of: “We’ll follow you to the ends of hell captain!” “Lets get out there and show them what hell’s forces are made of!” Interrupting these praising outcries does the floor all of them stands upon start to tremble and fracture beneath their feet; all of them gazing down to find a bright pale light leaking out from the growing cracks. Despite their desperate attempts to scramble away from the expected burst, not a single one of them makes it out in time as the floor beneath them explodes in a flash of white light.

The bright flash start to dim away to reveal the resulting explosion having reduced the demonic army’s quarters to rubble; several of the demon’s still left conscious moaning in pain as they remain buried in dark red debris. The indigo angel hover right out from the depths of the hole he had blasted, letting out a sharp hiss as he beholds the result of his reckless escape back up to the castle’s main floor. “Ooh, didn’t think anyone was still in here. Everybody okay?” “Yeah, think so.” “My friend’s still breathing.” “I can’t see my own brain matter, so I guess I’m fine.” Just little cut, but I’m mostly- Your brain matter?” “Okay, that’s a relief. Sorry about the mess.” the blue angel apologies’ with before taking off through the door leading to the hall. “Wait, which one of you said that? Darfon? Letta? Jenovo?” “I literally just woke up, what the hell happened?”

Gliding right out from the depths of the crimson corridor does the Tore finally make it out to an open hall decorated within numerous statues seemingly carved from bone and brimstone, several treasures that sparkle through the rooms crimson air, and dozens of painting’s hanging along the walls of the hall. One of these painting hanging overhead manages to grab his attention; a family of four dressed in royal attire, three of which Tore seemed to recognize. The youngest boy being the very same one he saw in the cradle, the older woman being the same one who thrown a long sword and nearly cut his testicles off, and the older girl being the very one he pulled out from the castle rubble. Don’t really know who the man with the demon horns and three eyes are, but it might be a good guess to say that its the big boss around here that Mall talked about. King Lucy-something? Peering down beneath this painting of the royal family, the indigo angel finds the front doors of the stronghold left cracked open; able to see a bit of hell’s fiery red horizon out from the little bit of the open door. Last stretch right here, just bust through the door and were home free.

Taking right off to the open front doors, the blue boy’s eager escape is put to a stop when pillars of flaming obsidian breach out beneath the crimson floor; popping out all around every side of the entrance hall and blocking off every possible escape he could take. Tore could practically feel the scorching heat irradiate off these pillars as all of them rise up, practically trapping the angel in a thick cage of flaming black. Once the entire entrance hall is covered in these obsidian flames, a great pillar of blazing flames bursts out from the floor behind him; the indigo angel peering back to witness a dark horned figure rising out from the column of searing inferno and glaring out to him with three blazing red eyes. The hellfire subsides as the fissure beneath the figure closes back up, revealing to the young boy the very same man depicted in the royal family portrait; his glowing eyes dimming to show his contemptuous glare.

After taking in a deep breath, the man goes on to first state how: “To think that you two not only have the sheer audacity to stage an attack upon the very capital of hell, you, young man, dare to break into my crimson palace, terrorize my family, and break the sealed souls of the damned to poach my ancestors most sacred treasure. Word simply pale to describe the furious contempt that boils within my very body upon knowing your actions. I guarantee you, young man, that for these unforgivable sins, that you shall never see the comforting light of the sun for the rest of eternity. Your soul shall be damned to the deepest darkest pit of hell!” Upon these words does the kings unkempt fury finally flare out in the form of a raging inferno that exudes out from his pale lavender skin; the angel before him readying himself as he blocks the incredible heat blasting out from the demon’s very body. Guess he’s beyond talking through things here. Doesn’t seem like there’s any other option. Gotta fight this one out!

Immediately right out of the gate does the king thrust his palms out to the floor the blue boy stands under; Tore leaping into the air as the crimson ground fractures and cracks beneath him. From the inside of this dark red brickwork does a geyser of colorful souls spew out through the fractured floor; the myriad of spirits letting out their chilling wails as they wrap themselves around the boy’s entire body and begin to pull him back down into the fissures depths. “Ah, let me go!” the boy screams as he tries to brute force his way out from the souls grasp; the spirits refusing to free him as they drag the angel down closer and closer towards the open fissure. When closing in to the fiery crack along the crimson floor, Tore lets out a furious growl as his entire body begins to emit a powerful light; a bright flash bursting from the boy’s very being as he once more demands: “I said, let go!” The king of demon’s shields his very eyes from the incredible glow, peeking between his fingers to see the very spirits he had summoned all being drawn straight into the angel’s body; their outcries of agony silenced upon being consumed. The boy’s glow begins to finally dim after every spirit is absorbed; the crack along the floor closing back up. The royal demon peeks back to the boy, finding not even a single trace of his summoned souls left along the indigo angel’s body as the young man looks around himself. “Again?” Tore utters. “Hrmph. Fine. If the souls of the damned are not capable of taking you. Then I shall plunge you into the scorching hellfire myself!”

Declaring this to the angel, the fiery king casts out a wave of molten lava straight to the blue boy; the red hot goo rising up after the hovering young man. Tore rockets right towards the wave of rising magma and glides right over, feeling the goo’s intense scorching heat as he hovers right over its surface. Quickly after flying right over the kings boiling wave does he toss out a ball of light towards his fiery foe; the royal demon smacking the orb aside with but the back of his hand. Turning back toward his blue foe, the king sees the angel rocketing right in front of him and preparing to deliver a straight strike; the devil catching his fist with the very hand he had swatted his orb away with. Clutching the angel’s fist tight, the three eyed demon throws the blue angel right over his head and dive bombs straight down to dark red floor; slamming the boy straight down onto the ground with a thunderous pound. Remaining held down onto the floor, Tore witnesses his demonic foe’s cheek start to rapidly swell as they glow a bright orange; the boy struggling to free himself from the kings iron grip as his foe’s cheeks grow bigger and bigger. After looking over to find his legs free, the indigo angel flips backwards and drives his feet straight into the demon’s jaw; the king’s mouth forced up as the blow makes him unleash a bout of hellfire out from his maw.

The blow sends the fiery demon sliding back and free’s the angel from his grasp; Tore dashing away towards the front of the stairs and prepares for what the king’s next move may be. As soon as the devil stops sliding back, he reaches both of his arms out to the twin stairs that stand right behind the blue boy; the pair of staircases uprooting themselves from the floor upon their kings command. Feeling the ground right behind him tremor, the indigo angel gazes back to witness the stairs rise up akin to a twin headed serpent; both of the starting steps suddenly hammering themselves straight down towards him. The blue boy leaps back from the twin stairwells as they thrusts themselves into the floor, one of these staircases pulling itself out and lunging out to the retreating angel; the steps inflicting a powerful uppercut that sends Tore flying straight upwards. Having sent the angel careening, the other case of steps reaches right up and wraps itself around the angel like a crimson constrictor; the blue boy failing to free himself from its grasp as the stairs that sent him up join and squeeze the young man in their vice grip. Watching as the twin stairs tighten their grasp, the demon king soon witnesses the blue boy beginning to break apart their chiseled brimstone with but his arms and legs; punching and kicking through the constricting staircases until they’re reduced to nothing but rubble. Right at the very moment that the Tore manages to free himself from the steps grasp, the angel aims his site upwards to see the demonic king hover above and hurdle a massive ball of flames straight down towards the boy; sending him crashing straight down towards the floor.

Once the fires subside, the angel opens his eyes to witness the royal demon rapidly plummeting straight down towards him; his foot letting out a blazing inferno like a descending meteor. Moments before the devil could stamp his fiery foot down upon the blue boy, Tore leaps right off the floor and off to the side; evading the brick shattering stomp. Though the indigo angel attempts to gain some distance from the fiery demon, the king takes grasp of his ankle before he could take the chance to fly far; his royal foe’s scorching hot grasp burning his leg. Holding the angelic intruder in his grasp, the king of hell tosses the young man straight out to the blockade of flaming obsidian; Tore feeling the walls intense heat right on his as he crashes straight into the pillars of fiery black. Raising his eyes out to where he had been thrown, the blue boy sees the demonic king thrust his fingers straight through the crimson floor; columns of raging magma erupting from the floor and traveling towards the young man. Before the pillars of molten liquid could come and consume him, Tore kicks himself right out from the obsidian wall and takes off to the side of the entrance hall; firing out a beam of pale white from the palm of his hands.

With nothing but his own palm does the king block the pale ray, letting him see the blue boy jump up hand rocket down towards him; Tore preparing to deliver a powerful punch to his horned head. With his other hand, the his demonic majesty catches the young man’s fist before the angel could drive it right into his face; refusing to let go as the king keeps him trapped under his grasp. Left caught in the kings grip, the blue boy tries to thrust his fingers right into the royal demon’s eyes; the king catching his other hand before he could even land the blow. Both of his hands caught within the demon’s clutches, the indigo angel then attempts to thrust his legs straight into his fiery foe’s stomach; a fiery explosion going off between the two right as Tore was about to kick. The sudden blast of flames sends the blue angel crashing straight into the entry halls ceiling; the devil rising right up to the boy with a column of lava lifting him up. Tore opens his eyes to find the demonic king rising right up at him with flames in his very hands; the boy quickly prying himself right off the roof and lunge right out to the approaching king. Failing to expect the blue boy to charge right at him, the king is left with little time to react as the angel dives straight down and slaps his hand right into his face; Tore firing out a powerful ray from his palm at point blank and sending the devil crashing right into his own obsidian barricade.

Gently hovering down to the crimson floor, the blue boy takes the brief moment to take a little breather; gazing upon his body to see the numerous burns he had suffered during the ordeal. His palms glow a warm light as Tore runs them along his whole body; taking the time to mend these fiery wounds. Mall wasn’t kidding. This guys hella tough. Pretty much see why he’s the king of the underworld. Don’t really know how long all that will keep him down, but hopefully it should be long enough to figure out a way out of here. Just need to figure out how to bust through those flaming walls.

Before the boy could even try to formulate a plan of escape, a pair of limbs suddenly burst out from dark red floor and tightly grasp the angel’s legs; Tore struggling to escape from their clutches as the rest of the body rises from the bubble molten magma to reveal the king himself. Keeping the blue angel trapped within his very grip, the fiery demon’s mouth opens his maw wide and begin to collect the embers of the underworld that linger around them both; these sparked gathering into an incredible flame that threatens to bellow out and expunge the blue boy in its raging blaze. Right before these flames could be unleashed, Tore clasps both of his wrists and fires a pale beam straight down into the kings open mouth; the surprising blast staggering the fiery king and forcing him to let go of the angel. As soon as he is freed from the royal demon’s hold, the boy hovers out just as the kings mouth erupts in a fiery explosion; the very edges of the expelling flames brushing right against the retreating young man’s back and scorching his rear.

Having been afflicted by these burns, Tore plummets back down onto the hall floor and stumbles back until coming to the rim of the obsidian cage; the young boy letting out a pained hiss as he feels his back sting. Though he attempts to fight through the pain and starts to get off the floor, his efforts to rise back into the fight are thwarted then and there as he gazes up to the king of demon’s looming over him; the devils dark shadow engulfing the boy’s body. With his fiery foe literally standing before him, the angel’s mind races on how he could possibly escape; realizing that there was very little he could do.

Glaring down upon the grounded angel with a flaming red stare, the king simply demands that he: “Surrender...and kneel.” The royal devils request is spurred as the young man slowly rises right off the floor; peering up to the king of hell to say: “I refuse to die…Not without fighting to my last breath...and raise this part of hell.” The angel before him looks up to him with dead set determination; a sigh escaping from him as he shakes his head. “Fine. Your way it is.” Holding his hands out towards the young man, a small ember starts to quickly grow between his palms; the bellowing blaze’s fiery orange glow shinning upon Tore’s front.

At last does the demon king unleash the gathered flames in a blazing eruption; Tore holding his arms against his face as the inferno rapidly approaches. Moments before the indigo angel could be engulfed in the searing fires, the devil’s blazing fury is unexpectedly thwarted as they split off away in front of the blue boy; the angel lowering his arms to find his devilish foes expression matching his own confused glare. “What!?” Out from behind the royal demon, a single hand grasps the demonic kings neck and lifts the devils entire body right off his feet; the young Kybr peeking right behind the king of demons to discover his cosmic mentor holding him by his very neck. “What do you think you’re doing to my pupil.” Mall growls, a contemptuous glare glistening in his eyes. “You!? You’re still alive!? Were the fiery pits of the damned not enough to hold you?” “No space in this universe can ever contain me.” From declaring such, the galactic angel faces the demonic king out towards the opposite side of the room and lets out a spacial force that launches his fiery foe right out to the obsidian wall in just a heartbeat, powerful enough to send cracks along the blockade of flaming black. Having tossed the king of hell aside, Mall turns back to his indigo student as he slowly picks himself off the floor; offering his hand as he asks him: “Will you be alright? Taking his mentor helping hand, he feels the cosmic angel lift him back on his feet; answering how: “Yeah, I’ll fine. This ain’t nothing I can’t fix up.” Standing back up, Tore then reaches right around to his backside and gently places his palms right onto his afflicted burns; a small hiss escaping from his teeth before his hands begin to glow out their comforting warmth.

Soon enough are all the boy’s severe burns that cover his very back are fully fixed; his melted skin returning whole once more as the burning pain subsides. “Phew, glad all that’s gone. Am I really glad to see you, Mall; you seriously weren’t kidding about this guy. Just from the way he fights, you can tell that he’s practically the embodiment of hell itself all wrapped up in a devilishly handsome man shaped box. But I more than bet that with you on the scene, we can both beat him back and fly outta this castle together.” Taking a quick peek back to the very royal demon that he had thrown back, he could more than tell he was on the verge of getting back up at any moment; the king letting out groans and growls as starts to reawaken. “Tore. Have you found the search nod?” he asks his pupil. “Yep. Got it stashed away in my blazer pocket right here.” “Good.” Upon hearing his students confirmation, Mall thrust his arms out to the obsidian columns that stand right behind the blue boy and widens the gaps between the pillars; the space expanding to give a view of the hellish horizon outside. “You must leave and escape to the surface while there’s still time.” “But...what are you gonna do?” the indigo angel asks his spacial master as he looks away from the freshly made opening. “I shall stay behind and keep the king of demons at bay to give you the time to flee.” “You’re seriously wanting me to leave you behind!? Hell no! Ain’t no way I’m gonna let you face this guy yourself. If your that eager for me to get outta here, let’s just leave together.” “This is not up for debate, Tore! So long as we dwell within this fiery domain, there is nowhere that the devil cannot reach us.” “But I can’t-” “Tore, listen to me. If both of us fall here, then our journey thus far shall be all for nothing. There will be nobody left to free our kind from their eternal dimensional prison. I’m begging you, my boy, no matter what fate may befall me, that you shall flee from the walls of this crimson keep and you shall never look back.” A moment passes as the blue angel’s eyes shift between the hole waiting behind him and his mentor gazing down to him; a frustrated growl leaking out from his teeth upon finally heeding his mentor’s request and taking out towards the fiery horizon.

As the Mall closes the gap that his pupil had slipped out through, the royal devil behind him starts to pick himself off the floor and glares out to the cosmic angel; the galactic man turning back to face the hellish king as his majesty tells the angel: “Don’t think I haven’t figured out what this whole assault has been about. But I never thought I would see the day I would have to defend my family’s treasure from you, Kybr.” “You know of us?” “Indeed I do. Did you really believe that my ancestors would leave me in the dark about something so critical that lied sealed underneath my very own castle. To be honest, for the longest time, I simply thought nothing of it. With only a few Kybr known to exist, ignorant of their origin, how could I?” “A palpable mistake. If your ancestors had bothered to tell you that much about us, then surely they have more than warned you of what we are capable of. Of who you stand against.” “They surely have. Which is why I shall see to it that they are never freed.”

With this declaration, the royal demon thrusts the palm of his hands right underneath the cosmic angels feet; the floor beneath Mall breaking apart in cracks of red and erupting out in a pillar of red hot magma that engulfs his entire body. The demonic king’s bold stare is shaken when watching the spacial angel part the ascending column of fiery hot liquid from his body; all with not even a single burn to speak of along his body. Simply hovering right out from within the pillar of magma, Mall then thrusts his finger straight through the air before him; an incredible glow stretching out and widening in front of the demonic king as the angel runs his finger across. From this gash left in space does an entire torrent of cosmic matter start to pour out towards the king of hell; the fiery devil erecting before him a wall of blazing obsidian as the wave of space approaches. This sheer volume of cosmic power crashes right into the wall of blazing black, quickly beginning to crumble apart against its unending flow. When witnessing the entire blockade break under the torrent cosmic energy, Mall pinches one of the torn rifts ends and slides his fingers across to restitch the very air before him and make the flow of spacial power cease. Upon closing the rift back up does the cosmic angel see everything he had unleash the wave onto reduced to stardust, with nothing but embers left wafting where his majesty once stood. That was far too easy. What are you planning?

Knowing full well that his hellish foe is far from destroyed, Mall slowly ascends up to the middle of the entrance hall; the little embers scattering through the air as the cosmic angel awaits his demonic adversary’s next move. The embers that surround him than start to rapidly enlarge; the angel witnessing them swiftly grow more fierce and on the verge of bursting out before him. Once growing to the size of his head, all the enlarged embers that surround the starry angel finally go off and engulf the entire hall in a raging inferno. The bellow of smoke resulting from the blazing explosion starts to clear out through the cracks of the castle, with pieces of the floor continuing to burn and smolder. Among the smoke does Mall remain utterly unharmed; the space surrounding him wafting the smoke away. Upon putting this spacial shield away, Mall continues to gaze around for any sign of the demonic king himself; taunting out: “Is this really all the current ruler of the underworld is capable of? I remember when the Kybr of yore fought against your very ancestors; their might was truly something to behold with one’s own eyes. Even drawing forth what you would deem respect from us. Has the annals of time sanded away your families might?”

The embers behind the angel gather together to recreate the devils very limb as it reaches out to man’s back; the hands very claws squeezing the back of Mall’s neck as the rest of the king’s body reforms and tells him. “Believe me, I am nowhere near finished.” Right out from the very hand he holds his galactic foe, the fiery king engulf the angel in a layer of blazing fires; Mall letting out a painful scream as these flames quickly coat his entire body. Having lit his starry intruder ablaze, the king of hell throws the cosmic angel down towards the floor of his entry hall; Mall flaring like a descending comet as he acts fast and lifts his arms up. Stretching his arms out in opposite directions, Mall fires out a pair of tiny cosmic glints both underneath where he careens down and right on the very ceiling above the king; these glittering lights expanding into full blown wormholes. When diving straight down through the hole planted along the floor, Mall drops right out of the other set along the roof of the entry hall; the fires that crawl along his body fade as he divebombs down towards his royal highness. Peeking right up towards the approaching angel, the king could do little as his starry intruder delves down at breakneck speeds; quickly raising his hands high to attempt and block Mall ramming assault. When the two of their bodies collide, a powerfully intense wave of hellish flames and cosmic space echoes out from the castle and travels out beyond; the impact causing the entirety of hell itself to quake.

The cosmic angel right up in the demonic rulers face, the king spews out a glob of lava straight into his angelic foe’s very eyes; Mall reeling back from the hellish king and crying out as he slides the sizzling goo right off. While the angelic man continues to feel the burns left along his eyes; the demon king takes the chance to wave his hand out towards the stunned angel, a stream of more souls streaking right out from the obsidian wall and flowing straight towards his galactic foe. When these damned spirits pass straight through the angel’s very body, an overwhelming sharp sting reverberates through his body; the pain of which is enough to make him cry out. After feeling that unexpected bout of agony, Mall witnesses another bout of souls streak out towards him; the cosmic angel twisting the very space around him to attempt and ward off the spirits. But the very wall of twisted space doing very little to heed the damned soul as it simply passes right through both the barricade and him; Mall feeling these spirits horrible torment surge through his insides.

Having realized the angel’s alkalies heel, the king of hell then spreads his arms out to the obsidian walls beside him; a whole flurry of tormented souls all phasing through these black walls and glide out to the cosmic angel. Realizing the predicament he is, all that Mall could do was weave and dodge the flood of spirits that hunger for his very essence; a couple of them managing to pass through him and widdle down his defenses. Soon do more and more of these spirits begin to pass through and inflict their lives of suffering surge through his body; constant grunts and screeches escaping from the angel’s mouth as these souls continue their spiritual assault. The very pain that these souls inflict upon him causes him to drop down to the floor of the entrance hall; hell’s own king hovering before him as he kneels down in pain.

“Must I remind you of where you are? No matter how strong or confident you may be, no matter what sort of power you may wield; you stand within the very dominion that is under my command. Every demon, every piece of brimstone, every glob of lava, and every single soul sent down here to be damned for eternity; all of which answer to my beck and call.” “Nnnhhh...Perhaps. But you yourself fail to account what sort of power I command. A very aspect of this reality of which makes up part of the universe; even when it is a part of your so called kingdom.” The tormenting agony of hell’s very souls fading away, Mall drags himself right off the entry hall’s dark red floor as a his entire begins to irradiate the very cosmo’s itself; declaring to the demonic king that: “Its time you discover why your ancestors had feared the Kybr; a fear that made them align with the very gods they despised!” Upon these very words does the an entire tidal wave of tormented souls burst out from the obsidian wall behind the hellish ruler; the King shouting how: “You shall not have even the chance!”

Right before this torrent of hellish spirits could inflict their tormented wrath upon the cosmic angel, a streak of pale white and indigo blue crashes straight through the entrance hall’s very roof and lands right in front of Mall; the galactic man opening his eyes to discover this figure to be none other than his very blue pupil. The cosmos reflecting along his body disappears as he watches his student take in the flood of tortured souls that was aimed at him; not one of these spirits phasing through his body as each and every one of them is drawn within his very being. The demonic king watches with utter astonishment as each and every soul he had summoned is effortlessly absorbed by the angel that he was a moment ago ready to finish; the spirits suffering screams silencing upon entering the boy’s body. Once the last of these lost souls goes straight into Tore’s body, the blue boy lets out a massive exhale before their fiery demon yelps out: “All those souls at once...Impossible!” “Phew, sure felt like it. I don’t know how Roy is used to doing this?”

Mall stands back up off the cracked crimson floor as his pupils turns back with a smile; that very grin deflating when seeing the irritation in his teachers eyes while growling: “What do you think you’re doing here? Need I remind you of the importance of fleeing with the nod?” “You really expect me to just leave ya down in the depths of the underworld itself? Hell no! I couldn’t live with myself if I did that.” “That’s exactly what you should’ve done! The welfare of our kin is far more important then this petty fight. As your teacher, you will flee with the nod!” “I said I ain’t gonna just callously leave you behind. I don’t care what you say, I’m stay weather you like it or not.” Upon facing his blue pupils utter stubbornness does the cosmic angel run his fingers down his own face while letting out a frustrated groan; questioning him: “Do you even understand the severity of this situation? We are teetering on the precipice of the Kybr’s very fate. They may never be released from their dimensional prison if both of us were to fall here. My life matters little with those stakes on the line.” “Well, it matters to me!” the blue boy barks back, his outburst quelling the spacial angel’s rage.

“...How could it possibly-” “I always felt like something was just missing from my life. Something I knew that was just gone since I was little. I don’t think I can really explain it, but since I’ve been taking this trip with you, Mall, that feeling was starting to fill back up. It was like something that just crumbled down over time was being put back together again. I don’t wanna lose somebody I can count on like that. Somebody I can look up to more then just a teacher...” Aiming his blue eyes to his mentor’s own, Tore reaches his hand out for the cosmic angel and begs: “Please, don’t take this burden alone. Let me fight by your side.” Mall is ultimately stunned by his blue pupils very words, a warm smile slowly cracking along his face while reaching to the indigo angel and grasping his palm; at last giving in and declaring that: “Very well. Let us finish this quest together.”

At last coming to terms with each other, the pair of angels then here clapping going off beside them; the two peeking back to their fiery foe to see him applauding with a calming stare. “A truly touching speech, young man. Your partner has found an incredible treasure to keep by his side, one that very few in this universe are truly able to appreciate.” “So does this little moment mean that your gonna let us go?” Tore asks the king. A sharp inhale is drawn within the devils lungs; a blazing flame bursting out behind his body as he harshly answers him with a fiery red stare: “No.” “Whelp, worth a try asking.” Putting his hand upon his indigo pupils shoulder, the cosmic angel insists to: “Fear not, my boy; we do not need our foe’s mercy. The two of us are more than capable of facing this hellish challenge together. We shall glide out from the depths of this fiery pit together, a fact of which I guarantee.” Seeing his cosmic mentor stand tall against the flaming threat blazing before them, Tore takes a stance alongside his teacher; both of them ready to face off against the king of hell himself.

Upon their newfound conviction, the very first move that their demonic adversary makes right out of the gate is to reach over to the obsidian barricade that surrounds them all; dozens upon dozens of flaming black arms protruding out from the walls and lunging their blazing grasp to the angels. Just when the numerous limbs were ready all choke and pull apart the pair of angels, Mall throws his own hands out to command the very space that surrounds him and his pupil; denying these arms an inch closer to them and creating an opening right towards their master. “Now Tore, move in!” On his mentors orders does the blue boy take off through the tunnel of warped obsidian arms and towards their fiery foe; balling his hand into a fist as he nears to slug the king straight into the face. Just as the indigo angel readies to strike, the demon king breaks his own arms away from his obsidian limbs and puts his palms forth; the royal demon catching the boy’s fist before it could even land on his cheeks. While holding the troublesome blue boy in place, his majesty slaps his free hand right upon the angel’s chest and lets a fiery explosion burst out from his palm; the violent combustion launching Tore straight over to the wall of flaming black.

Witnessing his blue pupil sent careening across the hall, Mall reaches his hand out to the very space he flies to and stops the boy from crashing straight into the obsidian barricade; the cosmic angel returning Tore right back on his own two feet. “Thanks for the save!” the indigo angel thanks his mentor, a glow of pale white shinning through his hand. From the palm of his hand does the blue boy fire out a ray of white light out towards their demonic foe, his demonic majesty swatting away the bright beam like last time. His students wave smacked aside, Mall intervenes and manipulates the very space it travels to bend it inward and send it right back on a course to the devils back; the pale wave exploding when hitting the kings backside. Recovering from the unexpected blast, the hellish demon’s very eyes start to glow out a fiery red as his body starts to radiate a powerful heat; directing his hands down to the very floor of the hall as molten magma begins to rise up from its cracks. Even when hovering right off the destroyed crimson tile, the angels see the lava underneath them continue to furiously bubble and rise; the blue boy warning his mentor: “Think all of its about to blow!” Just as the indigo angel predicts, the lava that boils beneath the three erupts out from the cracks of the entrance hall and swiftly floods the entire room in bubbling hot liquid; Tore blocking his face as the lava raises right up at him.

Once parting his arms away from his face, the blue boy discovers not a single drop of the fiery magma anywhere on him and melting his flesh; peeking down to where the lava rises to find it parting just beneath his feet. Mall...Glad to see ya being a team player. Thinking of his teachers actions, Tore soon sees the space before him carving a path straight through the erupting molten liquid; the blue angel rocketing right through this newfound way without an ounce of hesitation. Soon does he see this very path lead him straight towards the side of the demon who had conjured the rising magma; his majesties body as bright as the very molten liquid he commands. The approaching angel thrusts his leg right to the side of the demonic king and thrust his foot straight into the devils stomach; the very magma he conjured suddenly cooling down and hardening as the blow makes him cough up bits of boiling hot blood. All the lava that the demonic king had raised up from the cracks of the castle floor starts to drain back down the very moment that the devil had been hit; the king himself launched right towards his own blockade of flaming obsidian.

The king regains his senses as he careens out to the wall of blazing black and flips his feet out to his own barricade; landing right onto the surface of the obsidian to unleash and flurry of damned souls straight towards the spacial angel hovering at the wayside. Just when the spirits were ready to lunge straight through the angel, the blue boy throws himself right between his mentor and incoming wave of tormented souls; taking in the entire wave with but the palm of his hand hand and absorbing their very essence. Seeing his spiritual assault having been thwarted, the devil lets out a seething growl as he drives his fists straight into the very wall he stands upon; the blazing obsidian breaking apart into chunks of black. From his very maw does the demon spew out globs of his own lava straight to the floating pieces of blazing black and sticking them all together into fiery black boulders; then eagerly casting them all out to the pair of angels. Just before the barrage of obsidian could crash down upon them both, Tore witnesses the entire salvo of flaming black balls disappear before his very eyes; as if the very space before him had swallowed these rocks into their void.

From these very spacial anomaly do both Tore and the devilish king watch as the hall they hover within slowly fade out to project the very depths of the cosmos; the blue angel peeking back to his mentor taking a strange pose as he body glitters like stars. The royal demon sees the very stars of this fading in space shine brighter, soon realizing them to be the very balls of obsidian he had tossed streaking out to them all like a pack of meteors. “No!” his majesty exclaims as he rockets off towards the very angel manipulating the very space; his entire body coated in the very flames of hell itself. Right before the fiery demon could tackle the still angel in his hellish charge, his blue ward hovers against him and manages to hold the devils blazing rage back with but his bare hands; Tore’s arms beginning to burns up from the raging fires. The indigo angel struggles to hold the furious rage of the king back from his preparing teacher; both of them inching closer and closer to the cosmic angel, with Tore refusing to yield despite his arms beginning to darken and crisp. Just as the fiery king pushes the body just inches back to his still mentor, his hellish flames begin to be overridden by an intense, colorful glow; one of which floods right out from the boy holding him back. With but one push, Tore lets out a shockwave of colors that finally pushes his hellbound foe back from his master; though nowhere near enough to send the demon flying backwards. Even when having been shaken by the incredible wave of colors, this does little to deter the king of demon from continuing his flaming assault and simply dashes out to the two once more; Tore preparing to take in the devils fiery charge despite his arms having been burnt to a darkened crisp.

But at last do the cosmic angel’s meteors finally begin to descend down upon them and constantly rain down around the demonic ruler; the cluster of raining meteors far too dense to let him continue his charging assault. Tore simply watches as the demonic king attempts to dodge and destroy the comets that careen right after him; casting forth his fiery blasts out to the blazing obsidian to throw them off course. Alas does his majesty fail to evade the constant blazing black shower and succumbs to the cosmic onslaught, every single fiery meteor sent his way thoroughly beating every single inch of the king in their spacial downpour. After a straight minute of taking in the seemingly endless barrage of falling comets, the space that surrounds them finally starts to fade away; the last of the meteors finally cease descending when they all returns to the confines of the entry hall. The pair of angels flutter back down to the floor as their fiery foe crashes straight down.

Once landing back onto the cracked floor of the entry hall, they come to witness his highness slowly begin to pull himself back up; the flames that coat his body burning brighter than ever. “Jeez! Can’t believe this guy’s still standing after taking all that.” the blue boy complains. “Though he still readies to fight, I imagine that his body cannot take much more punishment.” “So all we gotta do is get a couple more good blows in and he’ll be down for the count?” “Indeed. And I know just how we shall finish this fight.” the spacial angel claims before leaning to his mentor’s ear.

An inhuman growl seeps out from the demon king’s teeth as he finally gets back up on his feet, his eyes glowing bright red as a furious bout of flames bellow out from his very maw and blazes out to the pair of angel’s standing before him. When the furious flames are but a few moments away from burning both the angels to a crisp, Mall thrusts his arms over to the sides and conjures a pair of wormholes for them to escape in; the two leaping right into the portals depths before the blazing fires could reach them. As his hellish majesty’s blazing red eyes glaze around the confines of his own keeps entrance hall, he shouts out: “I know you two cannot escape from me! Even if you leave the walls of my castle, I shall still find you no matter where you hide! Come out and accept the punishment for your sins.”

The very scorching air that wafts behind the demonic king grows weak and twisted, an opening breaching through the space itself and expelling the cosmic angel himself; tucking in his arm as he readies to slug his fiery foe. Just moments when Mall was ready to swing his fist into the back of the kings head, his flank is suddenly thwarted when the royal devil catches his fist right in the middle of the air; witnessing his hellish foe conjuring a plume of flames with his other hand. Right as the demon was ready to roast the galactic angel, another portal appears out from the side and ejects Mall’s own blue pupil straight towards the kingly devil; thrusting his own fist right into his majesty’s face. The unexpected blow causes the demon to lose his grip of the cosmic angel, their furious foe staggering aside as both Mall and Tore slipping back into the pockets of space. Before the demon king could even recover from the last blow, the indigo angel reappears out from the spacial distortion and drives his foot right into the devils stomach; Tore’s attempt to slip away stopped when the king grabs his leg, the demonic monarch gazing to the boy with hellfire in his eyes as prepares to counter. Right below where the demon stands however, the galactic Kybr ascends right out from a portal that opens on the floor and uppercuts the hellish ruler right in the jaw; sending him skyrocketing right in the air.

Just as the stunned monarch was about to drop back down towards the floor, Mall comes out from a pocket of space and strikes the dazed demon right in his backside; sending him careening out towards the side. Before the devil could crash right into the obsidian wall however, the blue boy himself pops out from the wall and delivers an intense elbow to the kings side; making the demon tumble back towards the opposite side of the entrance hall. The two angel’s continue to repeatedly vanish and reappear from the very pockets of space, popping out to take turns beating the devil back; the king himself able to do little as he’s smack back and forth like a horned shuttlecock.

Once finished beating the actual hell outta the devilish monarch, Mall reappears out from underneath the king and kicks him back upwards; shouting for his pupils to: “Finish it!” Upon his mentor’s request does the indigo angel warp back from the pockets of space and dive bomb down towards the rising devil with his clenched fist glowing a multitude of colors. Tore finally hammers his fist straight into the demon kings very stomach and continues plunging down towards the ground until crashing right down; the impact shaking the very castle and even the hellish rocky plains set beyond.

The crimson dust at last settles, Tore slowly arises from the floor to find their fiery foe left in a dazed stupor; moaning aloud as he lies underneath the blue angel. The blue boy eyes widen as the obsidian walls that once confined them all at last crumble to black dust; his spacial mentor reappearing out from a pocket of space as he starts to giddily cheer: “We did it! We actually beat the devil himself! Never in life did I think I could even do that!” “For a young Kybr of your age and experience, it is indeed a victory more than worth basking in.” “Couldn’t have done it without your help, Mall. Seriously thought I was nothing but fried chicken wings before you came in and save my buns.”

During their little celebration do both of them then feel the very keep itself start to tremble and quake; molten lava pouring out from every single orifice of the crimson brickwork; all of the molten liquid seeping straight into the demon kings very body and causing it to glow brighter. “I suggest we wait until we’ve escaped to bask in our triumph.” Mall suggests. Both angels then take off right through the busted open front doors as the king’s body starts to blaze out a fiery inferno; the pair of Kybr gliding out to the hellish fields of rock and fleshy formations as the castle they leave behinds explodes in a fiery blaze.

Flying far enough ahead away from the very capital of hell, Tore peeks back to discover an entire flock of winged demons all swarming towards them; the blue boy warning his spacial mentor: “We got a swarm on our tail.” From his blue pupils warning does the cosmic angel peek down to the very craggy plains they glide right over, finding a few crevices fractured along the brimstone; Mall turning over to his student and ordering him to: “Withdraw your wings and plummet down.” “What!?” “Trust me!” Like his cosmic teacher instructs him to do, Tore withdraws his bright pale wings right into his back and drops down towards the brimstone crags below; Mall descending down alongside him as both angel’s slip straight down into a sizable crack left along the rocky plains. The hellish swarm that had been pursuing them simply flies right over all the numerous crevices that litter the brimstone plains; all of them glancing down to see not a single sign of their angelic pursuits. From one of these numerous cracks, Mall peeks out from beyond the crevice shadows and watches the flock all fly away into the distance; the galactic angel claiming: “None of them have spotted us. I’d suggest we keep moving while it remains that way.”

Right before Mall could take flight, his pupils words stop him from taking off; requesting: “Hang on! Think while we have a minute, that I could get something off my chest?” “Oh, alright. What is it are you wanting to say?” “You uh...You remember what I was talking about, with my dad never really coming around anymore…?” “Yes.” “I-I just wanna say that...all this time you’ve been teaching me more about my powers and what I could really do. It’s really been th-the closest thing I could imagine having moments like that… You think after we finish this little quest and set the Kybr free that we can still do all that stuff; train, teach, fly, all that stuff...Maybe some other things too like...like a dad would do?”

Upon hearing all that the angel pleads out for him, not a single word is able to escape the cosmic angel lips; able to do little but gaze upon the indigo angel with nothing but shocked silence. “...Ya know what, I kinda figured that asking for that was pretty much a long shot. Le-let’s just drop it.” Tore frantically requests. “T-Tore, no. It’s alright.” his cosmic mentor rebuttals, kneeling down to the boy’s level. Clearing his throat, Mall gazes to the young Kybr and explains: “I must admit here that this whole entire journey that you had graciously taken alongside me has uprooted deep and buried feelings that I honestly thought for the rest of my existence I would never come to cherish again; something I had experienced when teaching my own daughter of her own potential. The fact that you look up to me in such a similar way that she did...it brought the life that I had thought once had faded long ago back into my very being. I may never understand what forces in this universe prevents you from spending time with your biological father; but nothing in this reality makes me happier knowing that you see me as one.” Taking in the galactic angel’s heartwarming words, tears begin to flow out from the blue boy’s very eyes; Tore suddenly rushing right out and holding his cosmic angel in a warming embrace. Even with his mentor staining his sparkling toga with drips of snot and tears, Mall returns the gesture and hugs the boy right back.

In the midst of their heartwarming embrace, Tore finally opens his crying eyes and peeks out above the very crack they hide in; the blue boy’s eyes widening as he grabs his attention with: “Uh, Mall. Think that swarm might have spotted us.” Breaking away from his blue pupil, Mall peers up above them to discover the very legions of hell all looming right over the both; their numerous glowing claws, talons, weapons, and teeth all reflecting the bright orange hellfire. “Well...Thought I would wish for a far more peaceful escape, this is nothing that the two of us cannot handle. So Tore, are you ready to join me in taking on whatever this universe has to throw at us?” he asks his pupil, staring back with a smirk. Tore wipes away the tears remaining on his face and looks to his mentor with a determined grin; claiming that: “You kidding? I’d more then happy to.” Upon these very words does the indigo angel let his bright white wings protrude out from his back, joining the cosmic angel as they both charge head first out to the demonic army set before them; both of the Kybr taking the whole horde on with a pair of confident smiles.

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The last step in the duo's journey to free the Kybr from their imprisonment. Will Tore's heartfelt efforts yield the companionship he seek, or does it still hold something in the shadows? Only two more chapters to go.