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The Manamarthian (Part 1)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: A personal OC named Cassander Roshack is a prince of a nation of warriors. But due to massive climate change and bad decisions, he is forced to search for alternative ways to help his people. He goes on adventures with the Mandalorian named Din and returns home to settle his title before returning to his side. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans for him first.

Warnings: Smut, language, mentions of being beat to a pulp, orphanism, terrorism, murder, bombs and weapons and shit. IT AINT FOR KIDS .

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He watched as his mother tended to her garden not far from where he sat on a lounge chair, Sinda between spread wide legs now she wouldn’t wander too far. While Anamarthia was still warm, it was not the inferno that it had been. The sounds of a sparring match to his left drew his gaze. Things were… nice, at this moment. His father tapping Emory on the thigh with his rod- what they used instead of swords in their match. Emory playfully growled, stepping back up to meet his father who danced away expertly. Giving him a little twirl to toy with him in return. It was all light-hearted, Nora was showing Lykana how to do a new style of braid in her hair.

Though the only thing off about this dream… This very, wonderful dream, was that there were two infants beside Nora and himself. Nora, Emory’s wife, hummed a soft song as she arranged a large group of flowers together in a weave. Her mouth was moving but he could not hear what she was saying. His eyes finally focused on the green infant, with all too big ears that Cassander felt his heart swell with love for. The little one that he had taken to, and vice versa- Yodito. His brow furrowed when a shadow came over him.

His eyes turned away from the baby to look at whomever he wanted to thank for offering shade to his eyes. Cassander looked up into the shine of beskar and felt his entire soul settle into his chest. The protection, the familiarity of the stance, the man underneath it… Cassander grinned up at him, breath stolen for a moment at the sight. His voice caught in his throat as he rose to reach for him, so glad he had come to see him earlier than they had planned to meet.  

He was drawn sharply away by sound- a boom of pressure when a multitude of ships entered the atmosphere. Cassander looked up, startled by the world soundly screaming around him. Erupting in bombs and shrapnel flying around him., he felt the Earth shatter around him. He had a moment to look at his mother across from him. The Empire-

A single thought passed between him before he was scooping little Sinda from the ground in front of him, Emory’s barely a year old- the spot where Nora was not vacant and unbearable to see. Lykana sat there, her hand half raised still and purple splashed across her face. Her eyes focused on the heap that surely had been one of their kin. So many dead- So many- He snatched her hand, pulling her like a doll with him as engines flew over the tops of their heads.

He was running- running- the ships came through their streets and fired until buildings were plumes and there was nothing left but rubble. He held them so tight, their crying falling on deaf ringing ears- even for themselves. His own body trembling as he pushed through once-friendly streets to only find soldiers rounding people into transports. He rounded a corner- desperate to get to the docks. A familiar figure stood, meeting his gaze the moment he entered his space. Instantly the red glow of kyber ignited. An entire legion of storm troops behind him raised their weapons-

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He woke with a start, eyes frantic and wild at the sirens going off around him. He let out a breath when he realized it just… Sinda crying again. Cassander rubbed his eyes, pulling the little one closer to him gently, “I’m up- I know- I know-” He told the baby between him and Lykana, who woke with him and turned away. Clearly having her own rough night. “I know, sweet. Things are gonna be alright.” He cooed to her, getting up to change her diaper that was quite damp.

He was now, more than ever, so grateful for knowing how to take care of babies. Lykana, Yodito, and now Sinda- he moved with tired eyes to the makeshift changing table they had set up. Everything was makeshift for now- taking care of a baby in this environment with little resources and not even formula… life hadn’t been a walk in the park for anyone.

The had landed here a month ago; damaged, out of supplies, out of fuel, -out of everything. They were lucky enough to land here with the state the ship had been in leaving Anamarthia. Over the few weeks, the ship had turned into a hunk of metal out in the desert, that was armed to the teeth at least. He had made some repairs and salvaged what he didn’t immediately need. This ship had been the same one he had planned to leave to see Din in; the only problem was, it wasn’t nearly ready yet and not set for two people and a baby. But just like before when he had met Din and Yodito, he was stuck out in the damn desert again.

Why he was cursed with the desert, he would never know. His eyes cleared a bit as Sinda calmed and huffed a little, tuckered out from her little rampage. She had the fire of her father, and it brought a brief sliver of pain through his chest. He wrapped her back up and sighed, looking down as she calmed and he rubbed her tummy slowly, furthering her into quiet. Cassander looked out a dirty window into the darkness of the desert, just barely seeing the wind kick up little puffs of sand. They had things they could trade, but Cassander was trying to save what they could to barter if possible.

He wasn’t sure what he was thinking landing here. Everything had been mostly panic response since leaving Anamarthia. Of all things he had considered, the Empire coming to them was not one of them. It was far out of the way of most traveled routes- and besides… His eyes downcast a bit thinking about the Sith who had taken an unhealthy liking to him. Anamarthians were now a rare species. Blood to make elixirs, eyes to make jewelry, immortal and ethereal slaves or dogfights. The fate of the scattered Anamarthian people were endless. Now, he, his sister of barely nine, and his infant niece were all that was left of a royal family of a planet now under Empire control.

Cassander snorted at himself, washing his hands briefly. Now he was in the middle of nowhere, hoping for the off chance to see a shine of a Beskar.

He often wondered if Din would look for him when he missed their meeting date. Would he wait at the bar for a week? A month? No, Din wouldn’t stay anywhere for a month.

Thoughts of his lovers and the little one had been on his mind since he left. Would Dinn find Anamarthia? See the planet cracked and kyber crystals harvested… maybe hope he…

He shut his eyes as he rocked Sinda back to sleep, checking the time after she started to hiccup. He had to head to work- and that involved Lykana and Sinda coming to. Food was a constant need. And scrapping their ship down to bare bits put food in their mouths for now. He had three sacks and Sinda to carry- eventually had could get enough fuel and supplies saved up to jump to a more localized planet. Perhaps even get a message to Din somehow on a familiar planet they traveled to frequently? If all else failed, he could try a nicer city than this to raise the girls. His main priority was them.

As Sinda relaxed and fell back to sleep, Cassander couldn’t help but smile just a bit. Din was one of the best bounty hunters he knew- if anyone could find him. It was him. He looked across the ship's hull to see Lykanas light eyes glowing in the shadows. When he approached, he could see how watery her eyes were.  "I know." He sighed, “It’ll get better. You okay?"

She stared at him, staying quiet as ever. Lykana had been mute as a board, shocked and quieter than a mouse since the day more than half of her family was murdered in front of her. His throat was tight as he looked at her, before pushing a smile, "Yeah, me too kid." He slid back into bed and replaced Sinda between them. The ship only had one bed and an infant sleeper. But the desert was cold and the metal did them little favors, and none of them deserved to sleep alone.

"I promise you in my life, it's just a little rough right now. But I will make this better." He promised her, and she nodded slowly, he raised a hand to brush her hair from her face. The smallest of smiles bloomed, Cassander huffed in relief, "There ya go. We got us. Sinda, you, and me." Lykana swallowed and nodded again, turning her face into her pillow to fane sleep. Cassander swallowed, knowing all of it was little comfort. But he was nothing if not determined to make it better. He had to make it better. Somehow.

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Hor'Jou was a shark that owned almost fourteen thousand mining operations across dozens of planets. Processing every single resource that came into their factories and turning it towards market trade. On this particular dust bucket of a planet, buried beneath bedrock, was a jewel rare in more ways than one. Lazuli was not only beautiful but also ground to make refined powders that were critical in making holographic projectors for droids and much more.

And the man owned every single business in town. And had taken something that had not belonged to him- and thus in response, he had been contracted out as a mark. Paz moved slowly through the crowd, watching as his companion met him stride for stride on Hor'Jou's other side as he walked down the middle of the street. He was half stork, long-necked, and with small fluttery pigeon quality to his step that made him avian. While Paz’s mere presence pushes people from his path, you simply ghost around them. You moved carefully in the crowd, like water between rocks in a brook.

Hor'Jou's yellow eyes watched Paz, not taking notice of you flowing from path to path, nothing heeding your progress. So distracted by the mountain of Mandalorian, he fails to notice you directly on his left. When he stepped left, you stepped forward and had him instantly by the scrawny neck. Closelining him hard across the beak, twirling him off balance into the alleyway, Paz blocked it while you did the honors.

The bird squawked as he fell, only for you to slip between his legs and pen him in the back with your knee. One shock collar later, he was muffled and his feathers bound. Paz grunted impatiently from the entrance where you whistled a sweet little tune, making him turn to pick the loan shark up and throw him over his shoulder in a single gruntless motion.

He stalled a minute, looking you up and down before bowing his head slightly. All he’s willing to do around the bounty, but delighted by what he had witnessed over his shoulder. You gesture for him to lead and he departs, clearing your path to saunter behind him. People move, or stare when it comes to Mandalorians. And you had no problems with that. Moving back to the ship, Paz didn’t seem even slightly bothered by the weight on one side of his shoulder.

You felt a smile curl your lips at what he looked like underneath, reimagining him almost made you trip and fall. A low growl of annoyance met your ears and you gestured toward the dock. "They're not even done adjusting the fuel line yet. Ice him, we'll ditch some extra scrap, eat and head out. Date night." You purred to him.

"Frivolous." He grunted, "But acceptable. Fly us someplace new. I tire of their work." Paz immediately descended to the lower deck, going to freeze their bounty until they returned home. The upstairs was the main space. Complete with two rooms instead of many standard models. Escorts assignments were a lot easier when you just locked them in a room until you arrived at the destination.

After paying the landing and repair fees, you went to the front. Typing new coordinates into the navigation box, setting a landing somewhere different to inspire some- Your helmet was lifting off your head! Immediately your hand snapped to the offending wrist, a knife from your belt flicked open and you're prepared to-

Paz' hand came around and held you back in the chair by your throat, hand squeezing and sidestepping the knife that would have made a very nice chunk of his flesh peel. Knocking the knife from your hand, keeping you in one place by his other hand alone- and when you fought against his grip he huffed a laugh. “Finish.” He ordered, letting go of your wrist now you could complete your coordinates. His free hand came up to undo the straps of the heavy chest piece around your shoulders.

"Are we.." You breathed the question, rolling the dial near your ring finger to darken the view tint of the glass. Paz growled his response. "-Yes."

"We've-" Your voice hitched as he removed your beskar and you dropped the knife, letting it fall from your hands completely now. He slipped his hand between the folds of the under armor and taking and a handful of your breast. "-only got twenty minutes before the next landing zone." The words tumble from your lips, "I-" He squeezed, two fingers encasing your nipple and rolling it around. "Need to-" his thumb rubbed over the main artery on your neck, letting you continue to struggle to talk. "Land us." Between his grip on your throat or his warm fingers rubbing around and over your nipple- you forget the point you’re trying to make.

His voice was low, but suddenly very human. The lack of the modulator let his rumble come from his chest, "Put it on auto-pilot, and come with me." Paz releases your throat and you take a slight gulp. It hadn’t been enough to choke you but it was firm and delicious.

He retreats then, dropping armor as he goes back to your shared quarters. You quickly hit the required sequence now you don’t both die, then rip the helmet from your head to put it beside his. Then the rest of your armor went on your dash to catch up with him.

The god stood before you, chiseled muscles and defined valleys that you could swear the Maker had designed and been lost in… No wonder he had been chosen to be of the Mandalore- the Maker knew the man would be too powerful otherwise. You smirk as you cross the space fast, flinging yourself at him. He caught you, twisting to throw you down onto the bed. His growl was feral as he pulled you back by your ankles towards him on the edge of the bed. "I loved watching you-"

You gasped, sliding toward him, spreading your legs now he could pull you both right against each other. "Oh? Like me doing the dirty work?" You’re not sure when the relationship had changed- but it had. And you never wanted it any other way.

"I like watching you move." He lay between your legs, cock hard-pressed into your inner thigh. “It’s fluid- graceful.” His fingers run over your chest and rubs, a man starved for the feel of you. “You hunt well. Snare well. The tribe is better for it.” So many praises were hard-won from the man normally. Perhaps it was because they came to share the same room, but you’re feeling the warmth in your chest.  He can’t get enough of touching you, in the armor he controls himself. Naked with you- he speaks his mind as any Mandalorian would to another. “Every hit you made had purpose and sharpness.” His teeth ran along your rib cage as he explored, your teeth biting deeply into your own lip.

“You’re stroking my ego.” You breathe, reaching between you both to touch him. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, bringing him close for a kiss. There was nothing more you wanted than to taste him, and he responded in kind. His tongue invaded your mouth, and sucked as it retreated.

“Filthy.” He huffed, his hands sliding to your ass and then back up again. You lay beneath him, tiny compared to his broad chest. His teeth ran along your collarbone as he worked his way downward- out of your grip with an unwilling shiver. Paz practically loitered around your breasts. His teeth nipping, tugging and the actual bites he gave sent shivers down your spine.

“Paz-” You gasp at one particularly hard bite, making his body shift into the bed with a grunt. Your body felt rigid- pent up after today. You were expecting so much more of a fight from the bounty. Teeth nearly drew blood from your lip as you looked at the trail he was kissing down your stomach. Retreating away from you is not what you want-

“Hush girl.” He growled, answering your needy whine. He was just as ready as she was, “You’ll get what you want.” The way his dark eyes looked up at her, the little bite he gave her inner thigh as he wrapped his forearms around your thighs.

You gasped the moment a long flat tongue rolled over your pussy. A ghost of a word dying in your throat in a shout- Fingers expanded and gripped into the sheets at the second. His tongue was long, wicked, and thick- moving between your folds. He circled your clit before he sucked, making your entire body seize. “MAk-” Rose up before his tongue was inside you- then even lower. His tongue pushing into her ass and back out again, licking from bottom to top, then back again. A little scream came up before he practically dropped you onto the bed.

You hadn’t even realized you were off of the bed at all- and gasped with shaky legs. Your body felt cold exposed but it didn’t take long before he was back on you. Growling and feral like the beasts their ancestors fought. He rutted beneath you, the heat returning near instantly as he licked his fingers and lips, like a picky cat that enjoyed his meal. You spread your legs now he could bring his cock closer to you.

“Look at you, all spread wide for me.” His voice was tight, he slicked himself with his hand knowing you were soaked between them. “So wet…” As his breath left him, he slid into you- rocking forward at first. Letting you have him slowly at a time. He was thick- by far the biggest you have ever had. You tense at first, thankful for his earlier relaxation techniques as you breathe out, clutching at his forearms as you ease into it. He holds there, panting with his head resting on the pillow beside your head that he pulls closer to you to use.

He may look like a damn brute but he was a thorough lover that she would not trade. Paz gets his legs underneath him as he gives you more and more- filling you up until your position makes it a little hard to breathe suddenly. You can’t help but love the feeling though. He has you pinned into the bed, cock fully sheathed inside you. Your hand finds the bulge of his cock your guts, and begins to stroke it. And you can feel it twitch inside you, and your moans are loud and shaky, “Kriff- Paz, you’re-” You rubbed him through your skin, his hand trading for yours as he bites his lip, gripping your hips to start rolling into her.

“Filf-fthy little girl- hunts like a-” He shifted, pulling out and then sliding back in roughly with a little scream from you that muffled the rest of his sentence. “-a beast- and gets fucked by one.”

The feeling of one thrust was enough to make you feel stretched and tinder, shaky, and willing to come apart. He held another moment before he started to pick up speed, railing you into the mattress underneath him. Your breath came in gasps of delight, finding his forearm muscles to grip and hold onto for dear life. “Hol- Maker-” You hear yourself pick up pitch and he does too- in your ship far above prying ears or eyes- you could be loud as you wanted to be.

“Paz!” You scream as he starts to hit a spot he seemed to have a tracker installed on. Flashes of white came behind your eyelids as you tightened around him and felt your entire lower half start to shake and quiver. He absolutely rawed you into the mattress, pounding you through one orgasm before leading you up to one- then he pulled out.

Your eyes snap open, teeth bared on where the hell he thought he was going. Paz flipped you, pushing your face into the pillows and forcing one thick thigh between your legs, with one hand like you were some sort of doll he positioned you- then drove in hard. Your voice muffled by the pillow as he drove into you- again and again. You felt your entire body convulse. Trapped and wrapped in his smell, his scent- the way he moved and rumbled.

You could get lost in this feeling forever.

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Men of Anamarthia

Color Palette Edition

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Sleepy Muse Meme - How do your characters sleep?

Cassander - Alone, Cassander is tight like a snake. Hes tense, barely looking comfortable and an incredibly light sleeper. There is a 80% hes actually awake. With someone, hes tucked under their chin or vice versa. Wrapped in his bedmate like a blanket that he never uses. The man loves being used as a pillow. Must wake with coffee.

Lykana - She can sleep anywhere and it's almost never pretty. Hair messed up, lipstick smeared- she may look like a walk of shame but it was just a 30 minute nap. Together with other people she's a cuddler but she likes her side of the bed too. She's also very particular about the feel of her sheets and clothing but overall, she's probably the most normal sleeper of the family.

Emory - Sprawler. It may be underneath you hopefully, but who needs a bed when you have this giant to lay on? Emory is a deep sleeper- you could have a canon go off and hed still be snoring. He doesnt care where he sleeps, as long as he has a pillow.

Aradia - Shes a deep sleeper too, but frequently wakes up. Sometimes it's for a split second, others she gets up and stays up. She is also wrapped with her lovers, tightly up against their chest or as a little spoon. It comforts her to have someone so close she trusts, and thus she sleeps so much better. Alone she sleeps very much like her daughter, but disney princess style. Wakes up fresh as a daisy and it pisses everyone off.

IrsHad - You better have coffee if you come near this pissed off cat. He's not a good riser and sleeper- and often doesn't sleep purely on adrenaline. Aradia sometimes had to knock him out to get him to relax. Sleeping with others he usually keeps to himself but will touch others without too much issue. Cold feet? You better bring socks.

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Women of Anamarthia

Color Palette Edition

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The Sound of Silence - Pentatonix

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Helene & Cassander Roshack's Kids

Lynette Katia Roshack "Legends of Purity" Penelope Rose Roshack "Beauty & Passion" Ceto Diamond Roshack "Intelligence of Hardened Stone" Archer Ray Roshack "Bowman of the Sun" Franco Jean-Luc Roshack "French Graciousness." Amphirite Karina Roshack "Sea Goddess of Love" James Dacre Roshack "Supplanter of The Trickling Stream" Lucas Sterling Roshack "Shining Wealth"

------------ Sebastian & Cassander Moran's Kids

Leon Alexander Moran "Lion-like defender" Ivy Jade Moran "Vines Among Stone" Sarah Grace Moran "Princess of Elegance" ------------------------- Sabine & Cassander Roshack's Kids

Jackson Gallow Roshack "Gracious Death" Lachlan William Roshack "Protector from the Lake" Elijah Crane Roshack "Prophet of Heavy Burdens" Dove Castora Roshack "Harbinger of Bright Peace" Raven Pallexa Roshack "Constellations of History" Evangeline Cassian Roshack "Bringer of Good News"

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Personality Partner Exam (Info Piece)

State your rank and what personalty traits you believe led to you achieving that rank?

Your partner is pinned down, but if you aid them you will surely be taken out. Do you continue with your mission or save your partner?

When it comes to battle, are you more or less likely to help your partner if they need it, or continue on with your mission?

To save lives you must abandon your partner. What do you do?

Is your life worth more than your partner's? Explain

How do you feel about being partnered and the rule of needing one?

Why are you contesting your match IF you are the one contesting it?

Do you believe that you would be better off with or without a partner and why?

Your partnered is gravely injured just before you can complete your mission. Do you stop to tend to the wound, tend partially, call for a medic, leave them with a distress signal and continue on, or just continue? Explain.

Is it important for you to get along with your partner on a personal level as well as work together well on the battlefield?

If you were the one to contest the results, how are you feeling about that choice now?

Do you believe that you can serve your planet and this Army well if you stay with this partner? Explain.

You and your partner are stranded with little supplies on/near an enemy planet/base. You see civilians with supplies. What do you do?

If you and your partner came across civilian corpses what would you do if you had to stay in that exact spot for awhile? What would you do if you found a live child (baby to school-age)?

If your partner began to exhibit violent tendencies towards civilians BUT this would lead to the faster completion to your mission, what would you do?

There are too many forces against you and your partner are carrying a package that must be delivered safely. Do you make the distraction to let your partner complete the mission at risk of capture or your own life, continue together, or suggest your partner to stay?

If your partner did something, murder, theft, etc, that would result in immediate termination from the military; would you report them or keep it to yourself?

Your partner has gone AWOL, and cannot be found. You are assigned to find them and bring them back; but know they will be punished for their actions. Do you go to bring them back or assign someone else?

Do you feel it’s more important to feel like your partner will get the mission done no matter what, or that you will have a strong bond and they will always stand with you?

If you were in a situation that you had to kill your partner in order to survive. Would you?

Bonus: Do you think you would best be paired with one of your own planetary race?

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Our Threads

Holy. Shit.

Separated by a rough timeline and by muse. <3

Sebastian & Cassander 

Beyond The Stars (Meeting Post)  Link [Replying Shortly!]

Kiss (Bad Dream) Link

Sarah (Lit Meme) Link

Beers (Too Much To Drink Meme)  Link

Sister (Meeting Lykana) Link

Marry Me (Marriage Proposal)  Link

AUS:

Good Vs Evil (Evil!Cass AU)  Link

Citrine (Young Sebastian) - Y!Seb/Cass Link [Replying shortly!]

Helene & Cassander

Brew of the Dead (Meeting Post) Link [Replying Shortly!]

Zombie Sickness (Sick! Helene) Link 

Draw Me Something (Nightmare Meme)  Link

Red Eyes (Meeting Graego) Link

Paris (Franco Baby) Link

Sabine & Cassander

Peace (Arranged Marriage AU) Link

Date (Crying in the bathroom) Link 

Meaning of Blow Jobs (Face Cut Meme) Link

AUS:

Into The Beyond (Star Trek AU) Link

Teacher's Pet (Teaching!Cass AU) Link [Replying Shortly!]

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Shireen - UMAI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyWUd5Whh9w Song that inspired this~

Something walked toward them, a shadow of the forest of silver trees and brightness- it blacked out the light. Each step was delicate and precise. It was like watching a demon in the flesh- but it brought not the fires of hell but chill of death. Cassander took a breath as a Silent Sister approached them. Aradia bowed to the presence that he felt himself even bowing- not out of will but purely by force. The horns of her headdress were large and she wore the green of the forest. Her lips did not move as she spoke. Her long blond hair came down almost to the ground, but did not retain any of it.

"What can a Silent Sister do for you?" The woman asked, her bright eyes were backgrounded of black. She had a tail and the patterns of her skin were highlighted white. Aradia spoke, looking up at her, "You have the ability to wield Eraset's power in your hands... You with no master... We know of your greatness, sister. I ask you a favor upon my family, your family..."

"I am in one of all families, my blood has changed as much as my mind. Let me speak with him." The horns tilted slightly, looking at Cassander as he dropped to his knees. She stepped forward and Cassander did not move nor seem aware of himself anymore. Aradia took Shade's hand and drew her back with her. The being, the half dragon half human, half... something. Goddess or demon, no one knew. She came to stand in front of Cassander, who raised his head to look at his once aunt who had been changed.

"You have been given a gift." She whispered and she leaned down toward him, the patterns in his skin came slowly out- glowing brightly neon blue. Energy crackled from his skin and the sky grew dark. "You are almost beyond a Silent Sister... You, a line descended from kings of old. The end point. The period at the end of a long sentence that has been whispered on the tongues of gods."

Cassander shivered as she spoke, the chill going down his spine. "What do you mean?"

"You were the end of all things of this world. The last Anarmathian. You have had dreams of you sitting on a thrown, made of iron and bone as the planet collapses around you. You know what awaits mankind and all Anamarthians. You do not believe you brought yourself here, the power is beyond your grasp... but you are wrong. Not even my heir will outlast you."

"You mean Lykana?" He could feel her in his mind, in his body and drinking off of the well of his power. She brought her hand to touch his face and he looked skyward, "Nadia." His eyes shut at her touch.

"Yes..." The word was a hiss, "You were destined to destroy it all. The last survivor and end of all things- for this world, and your own. But you have destroyed this prophecy." Her hand left his cheek and his hands turned upward as something burned its way across his palms. He was still shivering- her nails were claws and her teeth were long as her mouth opened to speak aloud.

"What has caused you to rip destiny apart with only your bare hands? To not know the gods utterances and yet defy their intentions? To destroy the world would be simple for you- god amongst men- destroyer- harbinger? Sindile, son of Irs'Had?" Her voice was a hiss, a guttural deep one. "What has silenced the screaming warrior in your soul that demands bloodlust for your people?"

His mouth parted, tears rolling down both cheeks as she spoke but he did not seem to be in pain. He let out a little gasp as he answered her. "Her." The word was a confession to the saints of this world and Earth's. His voice welled up from some place far deep in his chest. It sounded like it was being torn straight from his heart. "I cannot destroy this world or the next. Because one is where I walk- and the other is where I lay my head. Both of which, she has touched. Both of which, she cares for."

Hethra stepped back from him, eyes staring at her nephew as she started to walk around him in a circle. Aradia was silent as Hethra walked past her, eyes so intent on the man who looked as though he was slowly being lit on fire from within. "Do not lie to me, Harbinger." She whispered, "Tell me what your heart desires. What makes up your soul? I was there when my father scooped the blood of our greatest warrior and breathed life into it to make you. I was there at your birth, and I will be there at your death. You do not fulfill your destiny because you love a human woman? What makes you worthy to command my allegiance?" She stopped in front of him.

"I am worthy because I have already defied your laws. I have heard your destiny and spat in it's face." He whispered back to her, "Your prophesy. Your gods. Your gods who believed I would be the end of all things. I have not ended them but continued far past their reach. What is a god to a king who is a nonbeliever." Cassander's eyes focused on the space above him and his head came down to her. Hethra took a breath watching him, he slowly rose to his feet.

Aradia felt weak, as she did at the beginning when Hethra had approached. The power that radiated from this place now. "If I am the Harbinger then I do not ask, but I demand your allegiance. If a man can defeat a god's will, than he becomes more powerful than a god- I know your fate for me now and I refuse." She dropped before him as lightning crackled around him. Bowing her horned head down to him. "Fight with me. Bring your sisters, and your demons, your gods and you power. Correct the wrongs that have been brought down upon all of us by gods who play their games."

Hethra was on her knees, hands sprayed out before him, palms up and the marks glowing toward him. "You have the Silent Sisters' aid, Harbinger." 

And she was gone. Cassander took a few shaky steps back before nearly falling into Shade's arms. His eyes returned to normal. "Did we win?" He croaked, markings fading and body heavier than he remembered.

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“I didn’t expect to see you there. How we would run into each other at such a speed we were both knocked off course. Two immobile objects that had never once been strayed from their track. Only to see each other in this flash of an instant. Like two comets passing in the night. Star crossed lovers.”                                                                                          -Howard Rogers

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I’m An Aspiring Writer...

She sat down at her cheap ply board desk for the third time tonight. That was only after doing the dishes, the laundry, all of her closet organization and brushed her teeth twice. Lara Pendleton bit her bottom lip, staring at the blank document on her computer monitor in front of her. Her mouse arrow blinked at her almost hecklingly at the lack of motivation. “Come on, Inspiration. This has never been an issue before. Right when I need you the most?” The monitor’s glow was practically drowned out by the darkness around her. Personally, she had thought that writing in the dark helped her concentration but her need of glasses was making her think otherwise. Turning in her chair she looked at the board beside her. All of her ideas, story snippets, and little pieces of notebook paper with terrible drawings of scenery on them fluttered with the breeze of the ceiling fan. On the bottom row of the board, in strips cut from magazines were potential offers circled in red market. “Any one of these could really get my name out there.” She muttered to herself, then changed her gaze to the ideas she thought about writing about on a similarly clustered board. She sighed tiredly, “Except I have about twelve percent of an ounce of inspiration and I procrastinated way too long.” “I need to free write.” Lara licked her lips for a second, fingers hovering over the keyboard. She clinched her fists and immediately released them, staring down at the keys. “Okay,” The word was through grit teeth, “Let’s think first, and give me something to write about.” Again the chair turned with a little squeak, the chair was older than the desk that wobbled if not half held up by the many bookcases in the room. After a rather disastrous game of darts with the idea sticky notes, she sat down again in her rapidly deteriorating leather chair. The keyboard glowed ominously in the dim. She could hear crickets starting to chirp outside the window beside her with the blinds firmly shut. Her cat was somewhere lounging on a stack of books that had almost given up on being read one day. Lara shifted in her seat, reaching out her hand a bit blindly. Fingers gliding over the pieces that felt almost soft they were so well read over. “I just need a scene, or an idea.” She almost sounded quite sure of herself. “Just grabbing notes and see what fits.”

She picked up the first one she had mixed into order after she pulled them down, not bothering to look while she was doing it. She read it aloud to herself, “An Atlantean-like race, hidden for centuries, finally loses all its knowledge. They have to get it back. Hero is a girl.” She sighed, dropping it in exasperation. “My first idea is fish people. Off to a great start aren’t I, Cobbler?” The cat sneezed as acknowledgement. Pulling herself up to the keyboard she started to free write. Putting it down on paper, digital or not, would help her get into the mindset of a better idea than this one.

           The city was growing busier every day. For political reasons, this was a good thing in favor of the Ra’Hel Clan- who had been in power for the last several centuries. But a bad thing, for the crown princess that hadn’t slept the night before.                        Ceyda, crown princess and this very night was to be sworn in as Queen. She had reached the age that her great ancestor had achieved the thrown, and thus had set the age for all future leaders of their Clan, and if that Clan was in power, their entire kingdom. Ceyda rose slowly from her bed, eyes heavily lidded and hearing the noise of the visitors from all across the sea- the great Pearl of the Ocean and the landwalkers- though they would never see it, Atlantis.

           She steeled herself to uncover her view of the city. When the waters were calm and the Earth did not breath fire, the waters were perfectly clear and she could see all the way to great divide’s drop. It was breath taking, but she had to pull herself away. There was much to do for preparing for the coronation. Ceyda had large tails to fill.

           She read over it again with a roll of her eyes, then in a mocking tone, “Ceyda had large tails to fill. Why does it have to be about mermaids? It’s overused and I can’t even make them scary mermaids because this is supposed to be family friendly.”

           Lara bit her lip, spinning her chair around once. Her fingers flipped through a few books that lay on her desk, then fished through a few stacks of papers until she found her phone. Her lock code being increasingly simpler by the year, she brought up a dial pad. “I need an opinion.”

           She hit the number two key on her phone, then the speaker phone button. The brightness contrasted with the monitor light and the room was brightened. The screen was a picture of a young man and her on a hike. Covered from head to toe in dirt and grinning like morons, two dogs sat between them looking as proud as their master’s. Jake was a mountain man who had wondered his way into the city long enough to meet her. They had been best friends since the terrible office job back in her hometown a few years ago. After a few dozen misadventures with him, she had ended up halfway across the world from where she had started from. He was more than likely the only one she trusted for advice among her small group of friends she kept.            “Why are you calling me at two in the morning your time?” He answered when she was almost certain it was going to be a voicemail message, but she could tell he was grinning when he spoke.

           She winced to herself catching sight of the computer clock, wondering what time it was wherever he was at the moment, “Oh, you know me, burning the two o’clock oil. Expresso is stronger than I remember. I thought I was going to get your voicemail again. Where are you?”            His voice crackled with static as he shouted over wind hitting the receiver, “Where do you think? Hiking! What’s going on?”            “I’m trying to write something. And I think the beginning is terrible. Atlantean fish folk and a lost treasure basically. What do you recommend? Scrap it?” She shifted the phone now it was between her ear and her shoulder.            “No! Never scrap! Keep it and turn it into something else!” He yelled and she turned down the volume. “You’ve probably got a great start. Just keep building on it until you’ve got something. Nothing great comes easy.” Something sounded like it collided with him for a moment and her eyebrows raised at the silence that followed.            “Don’t break anything important.” She warned softly, hearing him dust himself off.            “I’m fine. Totally fine. Tree got in front of me. You need to see these things yourself! But add mountains. Always add a mountain! And a dog! People love dogs-.”

           She laughed, “Alright, I’ll try to add mountains with my fish people… I might come see you… as soon as I finish this story.” He went to say something else but she told him in quick session, “Love you, don’t die, bye.” And ended the call before he could ask when that would be.

           Lara sat there for a moment longer, plugging her phone in beside her computer. “Keep going. Add a mountain.” Another few moments later, a new piece of paper was in her hand from where it used to be on the wall, “A spy going down a ski slope is an overused trope.” Lara sat back in her chair, trying to think of how a ski slope was possibly be interesting and what had been in her head when she had wrote that down. Jake would definitely like it though when she sent him a copy. “I could make it funny maybe…” She murmured to herself, trying to put herself in the scene.

           The cold would be bitter she’d imagined; but the view would be fantastic. Towering mountains in the distance that were just slightly blurred by sleet- the entire world being a winter wonderland almost. She pictured herself looking down one of those same looming giants, seeing how steep the drop was. “What if someone was chasing me too?” She shivered at the thought and searched around for another note. Something to help her with what might be chasing her? What was chasing her? Who?            “A baking group of grandmothers?” She snorted a laugh, grinning at the note. “I’m a spy, sliding down the mountains while people chase me- with guns. And it’s actually grandmothers because I stole…” She waved the paper to herself like a fan, “Their recipes!” Lara slowed down a moment, “That’s going to be really hard to work into the story.” But it gave her inspiration. Moving back up to her desk, she looks at the papers beneath her.

           She hadn’t been on legs long enough to know how to run, let alone how to slide down a mountain with them. Ceyda bent down while she sped down the path toward the slopes headed down the mountain, bending low enough to scoop the shield off of one of her enemies. The jump over the edge was terrifying, but forced herself forward while bullets carved their way past her body- barely missing in almost a comical way. The fall was even worse than she imagined- but she put the shield underneath her knees just as she hit the snowy embankment and had the ride of her life. Behind her she could hear yelling and she dared look behind her.

           The women from before. When she had first broken into the hide out, against her better judgement but all the information lead here. There were three women, older than god himself discussing their plans for the pearl- the ungodly power they now held between them. It wasn’t a question for her to chase her but she had a small hope they’d think her too insignificant to bother with. Now they were behind her- flying through the air like demons made out of smoke and bone. Their voices cracked and screeching. Her father had been right, their evil was beyond her in every way.

           The pearl bounced around in her bag, flinging itself with almost a musical tinking every time she hit a limb or rock. But she had it. She had the pearl- the world would be safe for another few moments. They closed in on her and she swallowed, shutting her eyes and wrapping herself around the pearl as the makeshift slid hit a rock- and sent her soaring. Three pairs of claws reached out and she took a breath. The world would be safe for another moment. Another moment she’d be here in this moment- another moment she could be with Wilo. If her father knew she had been with a deep dweller like him there would be true hell to pay. It was funny- how of all moments her last thought would be about him.

           Lara practically grinned at that. She liked dramatic scenes for some reason and if one asked her was probably her most favorite part of writing. There had to be a way to make this blend together. Her cat rubbed against her leg after a pile of books oozed itself onto the floor next to another stack that had met the same fate. Though she would never tell anyone, not Jake and certainly not a future editor if she ever got that far, that she had a romantic side too. She took another note off the wall that fit perfectly with that. “A royal ball, dancing and music. A romantic meeting of leaders.”            She put all the notes she had in a row, reading through them one more time. “Now this is going to be interesting.” Lara brushed her hair out of her face, tying it up off her neck and pulled her keyboard closer to her.

           Wilo was waiting at the end of a wide double staircase that lead to an lower floor, a room that had been designed for the royals to enter only for tonight. The party was grand and in her opinion, overly lavish for their kind. But now the long tables were cleared and open for their people to arrive. This event was open to everyone and many danced with their children and longtime partners. Wilo stood waiting, hands clasped behind his back tightly. He had been given permission by her father, the first of his kind too to be allowed inside their walls. His breath was calm, but his eyes shut trying to remain that way. Deep dwellers were people of the wilder oceans where they had not claimed for themselves. But her opinion of their worth had changed, as much as everyone’s had when they had been the deciding force in this war being won.

           He had been the deciding force in her battle and now he was here. He had a guard with him who nudged him from checking the timepiece he had on him. Wilo grunted at first and then a sharper nudge sent him looking at his man, then in the direction he was looking. The young outlaw prince’s jaw dropped when he saw her- taking each step with enough grace to make him wonder if he was truly awake. Ceyda was already a breathtaking woman in his eyes, but this made him think of her as a queen- his queen.             He cleared his throat, “Enjoy the party.”Wilo told the guard next to him, stepping toward the stairs to meet her at the last step. “Good gods, I must say my lady, the Queen will be here in a moment and I don’t think I could part ways with you. She’ll very upset with me.”

           Ceyda shook her head, “You came.”

           “Why not? I wasn’t uninvited by helping you save the world was I?” Wilo offered his arm to her and she took it as they entered the main door of the ballroom together. It was very Victorian influenced from their brief days above ground.

           “No. I don’t think this place would be the same without you.” She looked up at him, “You will stay, won’t you?”

           “Oh, good lord.” She sighed, reading it over again. That was a god awful romance scene if she ever read one. But she couldn’t help wonder if it was just the thing something like this needed. It was an adventure story and why shouldn’t the hero get the man in the end?

           Those were three big scenes that she could work with. Now all she had to do was fill in the blanks between them to make something fluid. It wasn’t long, but it would do to give her an outline to fit the story to. The plot was quick to jot down after rereading her work. This was almost as good as something she might send out one day as an actual description. It would keep her on point too to have this nearby while writing the entire thing out.

           ‘An Atlantean race of people, long forgotten by those who walk above the surface of the water, has lost their greatest treasure. All of their technology, knowledge, and culture documented on a sacred pearl by ways surpassing our knowledge is a highly coveted artifact. On the night of the king’s ball, where he was to retire and his daughter to take his place, the pearl is stolen underneath their noses. An ancient order of evil that they had thought died out long ago is now back and ready to take their positions as rightful leaders of the world have left their calling card. The three sisters of power hold the secret to defeating this evil- but no one knows where their loyalties lie. The princess, after her men die from trying to take back the pearl, goes herself- using dark magic to allow herself to walk both on land and sea. She discovers a plot to not only use the sea to not only end her people but all those on land as well. With a few unlikely friends; a scientist from deep inside a research base in the mountains, and a deep ocean dweller (sworn enemies of her shallow water people) named Wilo, she is able to defeat the power of three and the order they control. She returns to her people, now queen. She is saddened though, missing those she had been with on that adventure. The princess is a hero, and as she turns to her deep ocean dweller companion there. They dance together at the ball when it is interrupted by a new threat no one saw coming.’

           “I’d read it.” She shrugged, printing it out and sticking it to the side of her monitor as she began to write. Her keystrokes gaining speed as she worked through the story. Sometimes acting out some of the scenes to round out the edges of writing them. It had been hilarious when she had tried to use an arm chair to help her picture skiing away from attacking evil grannies. Cobbler had voiced his concern as she practically yelled with joy when she had found the answer to a difficult kink in the plot of exactly where Wilo was going to wonder across her path. Lara puffed a piece of hair out of her face, reading the last few sentences of her work.            Birds had replaced crickets and somewhere between the ball and the grandmother trying to sell the princess’s love interest a poisoned banana- she had gotten a cup of coffee to help her through the last few lines. Sunlight was shining through the blinds, spreading warmth through the room where she turned them open from where she sat. The hanging plant in the corner of the room, almost forgotten, perked up at the new brightness. Lara took a deep breath and read the entire thing to herself, a now completed piece of work. One of the first of its kind for her. She saved it again, probably for the fifth time since she had finished editing. Then backed it up for good measure.            A copy went to Jake with a sentence instead of a title. “I’m an aspiring writer, and at least it’s not my other sci-fi book.” She sent it and did a few more small changes before forcing herself to say it was done. She knew it would be another month if she kept up with the tweaking- and she didn’t have that kind of time. Lara read over Jake’s insights that came surprisingly quickly back to her and sent the final copy to the company that had asked for a new fiction pieces from writers like her. She would never get anywhere if she never took the step of actually sending in her work.

           Weeks went by and she wondered if it had been worth anything at all as she still kept writing what came to mind. It was a bug to write, something that constantly kept you up and busy. Could she try rewriting this piece again if it wasn’t chosen and try something better? Should she scrap it and try another idea mixed with the myriad of others. Maybe it was even time to clean out the idea board and start over. With a sigh she sat heavily back at her desk in her makeshift office- a long stretch of the day job had made this moment almost like heaven. Cobbler tried to sit on her keyboard before she gently shooed him to a shoebox with his name on it nearby. First e-mails, then another cup of coffee, not espresso, and then on to the next piece. There had to be something she could inspire someone else with- something that someone could feel like they could relate to. Her e-mail page finally opened in front of her, Cobbler settling into the box beside her with a purr. 1 New Message “RE: Congratulations Ms. Lara Pendleton! We have selected your…”

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Astronomy & Demonology (Closed Ficlet)

Cassander had always been a deep sleeper; decades on stations and transports had taught him to practically fall asleep on command. And if it wasn’t shellshock ringing noises in his own head, someone would be snoring or a baby crying. Thus he was never easy to wake up unless on the job. So that was why he was more than a little confused when he blinked his eyes open in the middle of a dark room. “Hey-"

A thin stream of moonlight came through the window from slightly parted curtains. Cassander frowned, stretching himself to find warmth in their shared bed. His hands found empty sheets and he let his body deflate. They were probably up late somewhere in the house. He let out a slow breath, settling his head on the pillows again. He buried his nose in Sarah’s pillow, since he had been facing his side at the moment.

He felt almost like a tickling sensation near his ear and brushed it off. “HEY-" Then a sharp breathy whisper made him jerk his head up to look around the room. He wasn’t old enough to be hearing voices yet.

Cassanders heart slammed into his ribcage at the sight of the dark figure. In the shadows stood a man, just out of reach of the pale strip illuminating the room. He watched the darkness play tricks on his eyes. It was like the shadow figure shape shifted before him. Cassander focused on him, pupils expanding wide to see a feature for recognition. His hand slid very carefully towards the gun holster secured to the wall behind the bed frame. But after a moment, he let out a shuttered breath of relief. “Fuck Seb, you scared the shit out of me.”

He knew that body anywhere. He had memorized it, made love to it, and his gaze lingered even now. And even if he was featureless via his face, Cassander knew the body. His chest and lower were recognizable in what little light there was. The tattoos, his dick outlined by the fabric of his boxers. He was shirtless otherwise. The man didn’t move, didn’t breath…

Cassander arched an eyebrow when Sebastian didn’t answer either, a note of slight concern took his tone for a moment. Was he sleep walking? “Babe? You okay?” He sat up a little, trying to see a better angle of the man’s face. His mind went to his lover having a night terror, so immediately he was worried. Once had had nearly sat up he froze, Sebastians body moved slightly, and he could see the glint of his eyes in the darkness. Something was off, and it made his inner instincts warn him.

“Baby?” His head twisted to look at whatever had whispered in his ear, seeing nothing his head snapped back to the strange half Sebastian. Only he was gone. Cassander felt a shiver run down his spine. Sebastian wasn’t having the bad dream- he was. His head snapped side to side, up and down- making sure he was alone.

He felt fingers on his jaw and they turned his head sharply to where hed heard the whispers from. Soft lips were immediately on his. Lips he knew almost as well as his own and his muscles finally calmed in the touch of the other man’s hand. He relaxed in his arms, thankful to be taken out of the near bad dream this way. The kiss was gentle and his eyes fluttered shut again. He felt suddenly very thick in his mind, slow-thinking… like he was half drugged. When had he woken up? Things seemed to blend together. Sebastian seemed so much warmer to the touch-

Cassander sucked on the tongue he was just now realizing was mapping the inside of his mouth and teeth. He pulled back for air after a moment, breathless from the kiss already. Sebastian’s eyes were ungodly dark- almost black and it sent a a thrill down him. The longer he stared, the more he felt like he was melting into them. Sebastian hand stayed on his chin, stroking his thumb over it lovingly for a moment as his other hand moved underneath the sheets.

His mind was so foggy- like he was still half caught in sleep.. When had the man gotten naked? Under the sheets with him? It was like reality flickered in and out. Sebastian’s skin was so warm to the touch, and Cassander accepted another kiss.

“Nothing could be wrong. Sebastians here.” He felt himself be touched underneath the blankets- and he jumped a bit in response the moved closer to press himself against his lover.

Sebastian pulled Cassander to him under the sheets too, kissing him deeply all the while. He kissed him like he would never do it again and the Anamarthian was enthralled by the passion behind it. Even if Sebastians eyes were dark as space, he wanted to see stars behind his.

Cassanders breath caught the moment fingers went over his dick- the onslaught on his mouth had made him thicken, pressed between Sebastian and himself. He could feel Sebastians pressed into his hip and he was damn near fully hard.

The fingers left his chin, going down to the back of his knee to throw Cassanders leg over his hip, wedging them together. Cassanders hand moved between them, taking both of their cocks in his hand, half-stuttering out. “Let me?”

Something still felt off about all of this but holy fuck, it was so damn good, did he give a damn immediately? Sebastian nodded, letting Cassander slowly stroke them both. He still couldn’t see all of the other mans face- it was so dark and made up of shadow. He felt a little wary still, but he couldn’t focus long enough to find out why. He needed him.

Sebastian rolled them suddenly, having Cassander beneath him on the bed. His breath caught, a half smile on his face. He loved this- Sebastian pushed his legs aside with slaps of his hands.

Sebastians voice was so deep, rough with arousal it made him shake a bit with anticipation. He wanted it so deep he felt it for a week at least, and knew his partner could deliver.

His eyes fluttered shut and open again. But now the fog had grown into brief lapses of awake and sleep. “Fuck baby, just take me-.” Cassander whispered, eyelashes fluttered apart barely felt his fingers, and the hand stroking him with just the right grip. The Anamarthian practically whimpered for him, his teeth were firmly sunk into his bottom lip as he felt himself be worked open and stretched. He shut his eyes, getting lost in the feeling for a second.

And then holy hell was he brought back into reality. Sebastian was slowly sliding into him, letting him rest at length, incredibly full and stuffed with the other man. “Se-!"

His breath caught as he felt Sebastians hands run down his torso as he pulled his hips back slowly before sliding back in. Giving him an antagonizingly slow fuck that made Cassander gasp his name. Sebastian took both Cassanders hips in his hands, leaving his cock to the cool air of the bedroom that somehow made it that much sensitive.

Sounds came out of his throat he wasn’t quiet willing to claim. Mewling and a bit of begging weren’t the least he head to worry about. As Sebastian plowed him like a damn cornfield, he felt another set of hands on his chest. While Sebastian remained relentless, the hands came up from underneath him. Feeling over his throat and down his chest, over his stomach and to his cock- giving it a gentle squeeze. His eyes widened a bit in shock.W-wasn’t he laying on his bed?

Sarah appeared over him, her eyes incredibly like Sebastian’s. He gasped in relief- Sarah. As if she had melted in from the shadows. He looked up at her, his still wonderful view of her breasts and dark hair hanging down into her face. She kisses him too- her lips tasting different than Sebastians.

“Oh hell-!" Cassander groaned as Sebastian snapped his hips just right as Sarah crawled slowly down him. Bring Sebastian down to kiss her as she spread herself for Cassander. His long tongue running over her, going deeply inside and swirling. Mid trying not to have his eyes roll back into his head from Sebastians deep, hard thrusts. Fuck seeing stars, he was going to have him orgasming star charts.

She rubbed herself down on his face and he drank greedily. They were fucking him- his chest, his ass, cock, mouth- he felt a wave of pleasure hit him hard enough for him to buck. Sarah laughed as she was airborne for a minute. She purred, her voice also deep and guttural.

Cassander was honestly so ready to spill himself. His prostate beautifully bruised, all he wanted to do was orgasm so hard he went blind.. So completely desperate to hang on as Sarah lifted off him. His eyebrows raised, watching her work her way back to Sebastian. Turning to rest her back against his chest. Head resting against his shoulder. One of Sebastians hands came up to her throat and squeezed gently. They were a picture and if Sarah didn’t have a grip on the base of his cock he would have gone right there. Her holding onto him, stretching back to turn Sebastians head towards her to kiss him. Her fingers ruffling into his blond hair.

His thrusts became rolls and Cassanders put his hand on her abdomen then lower to rub her clit with his thumb. Meanwhile Sebastian’s hands went to her hips now, bracing her as she moved Cassanders cock underneath her.

He let out a groan of pleasure when she sat seated around him. She held for a moment, more so to give him a breather. Cassander was so incredibly- he felt like he was on fire he was so stimulated. They were making short work of him.

One hand fisted in his sheets, the other was biting near blood from his knuckle. “H-oly g-od-" Cassander breathed. Sarah leaned forward now he had an incredible view of her- and then they started to synchronize their thrusts.

He honestly held on as long as he could. The two of them fucking him like he was their own personal toy. He couldn’t tell how long it lasted but it felt amazing in every sense he had.

But Cassander couldn’t hold on much longer- too much, too fast. His body started to tense and he felt them both surging to meet him. Sarah’s tightness and the spastic final thrusts from Sebastian, made every cell in his body break apart.

Sarah’s thighs are quivering now, both hands holding her thighs open as she came and Sebastian followed – Cassander lay panting in the center of his bed. Looking up at his two wonderful lovers as Sarah leaned down to kiss him. The fog slowly started was return to his mind as she curled up beside him. Kissing his chest. Sebastian collapsed to his other side and he let out a pint up breath. Eyes going in and out, “Sleep.” Sebastian purred to him, kissing him softly. Sarah licked her fingers eyes flashing black as she let her kiss out Cassander fully to sleep.

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Sands (Ficlet)

He stepped to the top of the sand dune, each footfall sinking into the golden dust. Seeing the Union ship touch down in the distance, Cassander said a soft prayer. He thought he had left enough of a trail to keep them busy for longer. His black duster whipped around him in the wind and he bunkered down as they still moved from when the ship soared over his head. They had spotted him along the sand dunes- that he knew. But they wouldn't take her from him- they wouldn't take her back to that place that smelled of aniseptic and death.

Cassander readied his rifle and took a deep breath. If this was where he was to die- doing what was right; he would do it time after time. He was tired of being blinded by the ones he chose to serve. The back of the drop gate lowered and he brought up the red dot sight. The feeling of the rifle was a strange comfort to him. It was a certainity that he would at least take out one of whomever they sent. Anderson's team? He would eat them alive. Lykana's team? He would lose against them.

Yes, he was certainly alone in this venture. He couldn't risk anyone else- not with something so dangerous. The little one was asleep in her bed in the house several miles away, hidden well within the city. Her caretakers would know how to take care of her if he disappeared into the night- left for his blue blood to soak the gold into blackness around him. Would the Union leave his body here or would they take him back? Put him on display for all those who dared betray him? He took a deep breath to steady his aim. No one the Union could send would pry this gun from his hands.

But then he stepped out.

His breath caught in his throat, and he squinted in the setting dusk to make sure that was what he was seeing.

He knew those eyes that seemed to stare into his, even across the distance. He knew that face, every feature, every beautiful curve and scar.

It had been too long- even if it had been a short time away- it had been far too long. He was running already, feet moving before he could stop them. His gun fell to his side as his feet allowed him to be guided over the sand. Cassander let his heart pound, taking off his helmet and discarding it halfway. And then he was there once more, meeting Sebastian's arms. Throwing himself practically into the others.

"Sebastian!" Cassander said his name; much like a sinner said the name of god. "Sebastian." He whispered to him in a thankful, desperately lovesick note, eyes searching his. His heart beat ever faster; both scared of why he was there, and what he was there to do. "Have you come to kill me?"

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Moments (Closed Mel/Cass AU)

There were four sections in front of a huge stage; where a multitude of officers stood as the ceremony started. It was graduation day for the newest cannon fodder. Each section in front was draped in a color. Red, blue, black, and white. The reds were the second largest group, representing the Engineer Class. The blue, were the second smallest, representing the working class that would maintain whatever station (Alpha-001 through Zulu-999) they were assigned to. The white was by far the smallest, with only perhaps thirty or forty people in their dress whites. They represented the scientists and researcher class. And finally the black, which was the largest, that represented the soldier class.

There was nothing small about the Soldier class. All of the graduates were strong, hulking men and women who looked like they ate steel for breakfast and flossed with trip wire strings. They all stood at attention as a man broke free from the line of officers to come to the front. He didn’t touch the microphone in front of him as he looked out over the new recruits- graduates now. His strides were long and purposeful, eyes clear and bright- his ancestry clear in his features and his eyes. Anamarthian. It was rare to see one now, even rarer to be led by one into battle. His jet black hair was cropped short and matched the other military officers. Scars ran over his face and neck and one eye was paler than the other- a stage of blindness that the researchers hadn’t found a way to correct. Captain Cassander Roshack, the soldier class instructor that was now being reassigned to the front lines as much as his students. He, like his students, had also run the course. Taken the physical and mental exams. Then taken the personality test to see, once again, if he would ever match. He doubted it, and because the war had gone so badly, they were even sending out the single soldiers who hadn’t been given a partner. The war needed them all. His voice boomed over the five hundred and sixty-seven new men and women to the United World Federation.

"I want to congratulate all of you for making it to your final day in the academy. You have all taken huge strides to be here today… one hundred and thirty-three of you didn’t make it.” He looked out across the faces of cadets and took in a deep breath. His black armor glinted in the lights and the gold emblem of his rank was clear on his collar. “After today you will be assigned a station, be paired with a partner, and then serve the federation to the best of your ability.” 

He paused, “I want you to remember that we are at war even as we celebrate this day. Tomorrow may be an entirely different scene to be standing it, and we are the last line of defense for all who hail under the United Federation banner. I want you to look to your left and right… those you see, your friends and comrades, may not be there by the end of this war. So go with pride that you are here, along with the warning that the war you’ve been preparing to fight is nothing like the academy. Learn fast, work hard, and know when reload.” Everyone was silent for a bit before he turned, “Now, since the rankings have been handed out, get some rest and report your station tomorrow morning. Orders will arrive tonight. Dismissed.”

xXx

The next morning, his room slowly lit up around him. Cassander rubbed a blurry eye when his bunk screen lit up in front of him- his digital clock for the station’s time read that it was just barely four in the morning. A robotic female voice whispered in his ear as he slipped in the earpiece. “Good morning, Captain. You have 14 new messages. Would you like a weather report?”

“No, AIPA. It’s fucking space. No weather to report.” He sighed, “Begin messages. Oldest first.”

“As you wish, sir.”

A report opened up in front of him and with a few flicks of his fingers, he dismissed them entirely. Then one opened up in front of him after a double tap. His assignment base. ALPHA-011. He sighed through his nose. It wasn’t a secret he’d be assigned to the frontlines. The war was truly going badly if they were throwing people like him in the front. Or maybe that was the plan, get rid of all the odd ones… He scrolled down farther.

Partner match found.

His eyes bugged out and he sat up, hitting his head on his bunk as he swore. “What the FUCK?!” He read the message three times,

Partner Match Confirmed: 91% Highest Match Recorded Previous: 78% Partner Name: MELIMA THRANDUILIEN Report to processing for paperwork and initial greet by: 800 HOURS

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00:00:00 Meme

4,793,812,100:18:08:35

Irshad and Aradia looked at their son's arm. "Oh my god..." Aradia whispered brushing the babies hair back as he slipped. "Oh my god... Irshad, darling, come quick-" She was on edge of tears, her husband came in and stared at the numbers. Aradia blinked rapidly, "He's got so long..." Irshad let out a low breath, glancing at their own numbers of 00:00:00. He rubbed her back, "... We'll do the best we can to help him understand that sometimes... we must wait for good things to come." Aradia teared, nodding and turning her face into her husband's shoulder. "He'll be so lonely."

2,461,348,132:07:34:54

He grinned at the other- Graego he called himself. "You're okay!" Cassander laughed, eyes wide and looking over him. "You're just like me! Two legs and skin and-" He laughed, "What are you?! Do you have a name? How old are you? I feel like I've been around forever!" He looked at the other's arm. 00:00:00 on the others arm and looked at his own. He faltered immediately but looked back. "That's okay... we can still be friends right?" 

2337:34:45:03

"No- NO-" He screamed at Graego, the weight of the men crushing down on him as he watched Graego lower Adonis on his knees in front of him. "You thought you could find someone else? When I have been with you for ages?!" Graego hissed at him and Cassander begged him, "Please- Please- He doesn't deserve it- Take me instead- Please don't hurt him- Graego, please-" He had tears running down his face, Adonis swallowed looking at him, his own digits were already done but his were not. "Cassander... Just breath, my love." Adonis whispered, "It will be alright." He promised him as the blade slit his throat and Cassander screamed, writhing- "NO- No- Donny- Baby no- No no no-" He begged trying to reach for him with the hand he'd gotten free and was a inch away from the other's limp fingers as he bled out and Adonis was dragged away from him and he let out an agonized scream watching Graego tossed his body out the door, "Get rid of it." He ordered and grabbed Cassander by the jaw. "I warned you. You are /mine/ and /no one/ else's."

500:23:13:09

He drank and drank and drank until he woke up in a bathtub of blood and he was shivering. Cassander stared at the numbers until he hiccuped and stayed right there in the tub. His eyes went over the crusted ceiling and black stains and the bullet holes. He was done. So done. Eventually though, he dragged himself out of the tub. Cassander wrapped his arm that was already healed. He just couldn't look at it anymore. 

00:00:00

He looked up at the other who stared back at him. His eyes a tad bit wide at what they had just said. Cassander laughed but it died in his throat as he looked back into their own eyes and swallowed softly- nearly tearing. He rolled up his sleeve and undid the bandages looking at his own 00:00:00 that shown over the numerous pale scars. There was a rigid breath of relief, "You have... no... idea how long I've been waiting for you." His neon blue eyes looked back at them.

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If anyone was wondering what I figure Cassander’s voice claim is.... this is totally it. Just skip over the assassinations and deaths in the videos xD @etherealxdisposition, @my12percentofamoment, @smugglersshootfirst, @celticthundersherlocked, @misstombraider