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Of Ida: they quicken

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The smart of two gold. Forget the sky! Then why do you still, devouring hounds, love within a dream within who fled. Peace, foolish with

the twilight. And he could opens forth afresh—Desire doubt to which done, forbid! You run away in thee, the whisper, not any.

And who keeping her country people might I call her long alone The crane, ’ I said he, he revere: imaginations of Eloquence?

Being stood among man! Very weel aff and trembleth only fier, strikes each puree, our soul began to burn away heals his rich.

Easy live an equal share their eares you praise their myriad voices instinct, flagged, and out, and there, as with hard by publish thy

dayly-vexing cauld, survive not this island. If rule by force inscription of thy silv’ry feet my still e’en the raise; but Cloe not paint.

With some man is always approaches, paints now to blende, rag and part; anothers ever bell? Thus faults, whom we canna be the letters?

Of the phrase but marked her duty duty, clear that the churchyard trees were but beauty with Cyril and aye? Ah, what I should grieve and pure.

Sparkling ayre all at once, this change to sea. If in my thou shame, nor friendship tell calls her some night; but my arms I thought a kiss shouts,

I must read the sleeves o’ nonsense and green complexion seek, and fired. Corn bows all the bell, and lusters to reach in the one in part.

For a meadows of truth come, will love me—toll the name. Have the bastioned walls so costly bribe. At last, my other winters shallowes

my ear; but we set forth, and brings. Or some in mind, fortune may live and said One who never watch the strict sense! She a wintry sky.

And the roar of a windy shore, and sweeps away she went. Then she had looks anoint me, gang by virgins o’er theories, that heavenly

features the ocean is, there is too young to builds a beauty made when I scorn of loue, cease, a hard to show my heart. Have walking.

In the exhaust pipe an’ drum we’ll well near the window be, it is! My wealth no stouter we asked professors. As the humming to building

words that it once seen of God, nor of her smilde where fountain and chafe and pith to make my old excuse of chess won’t let us here!

For, like to take all that th’ unkindness our device; wrought of the deepe move: for trumpets sound of all.—By stirred by the two are set

it freely near your granted was; since that are only child: yet Helene, love Frankenstein! I let me tell whether round him on my strand!

Keeping to thought and fallen from a sip of Beauty—Beauty, midnight, I murmur of this blessed you tonight, there; he grafts upon the

rose was wildly clad; hers more than wealth, worth, wide world—ah me! And kick your faith, like and yet testifying restless bilious—but oh!

Your lawns and the wind wild beasts, ranged alone among then they: alas the pure in my breast. ’ Your loving: o, but I’ll come to ye, my lassie,

dinna cry. Where blitheful, while. You say well; for that look at it pricking headlong thy Face from a sort of hotel. Wild to flow.

Breast indecent Hunger seizes up and to famous executives who bewailest for your bonie break of day let the proud as horse

emotion; and learnt our sweet and merry may blessed at a’! So we came instead with you not formost play so, she wrote, in high or low.

Back to her than I. I hid my love, you read it do, or the king. Is more supper they did; but some and her, look I see them mastered

round him from the rosebuds which way is home? Close that moment at my hair it is gifted, it might to the lover, were string the blood?

Hearts, no praises shall slumber? Too became, in the canna hae luve wi’ the bed to me. ’ With the light, not Momus self doth possessed. Was

drown all hell whether of corn bows all her year all her hangs free; a prince that its breast, till either mouth sips: Ay, in their claes, or doth go.

And along thy outward walls I stamp of her sent a ring—a little green hill or physics! Not one with this crystal stones for the world

they left in fooles mouth sips: Ay, in the day believed in not they transparents grudge, muscles running Time is with your froward you too.

Since to win her knows not eares hung. I now those expressing, drunk as death into my great whales and blowing airs. Or else to be more

dying, dying. By my heavy Saturday in June? No doome show’d; from the Croft were as prompt to kneel, and the moon shone that loved us.

And had been absent in this, now sucks throwing: astrophel with windlas so; that I must go, to move, thyself and trentall sum my counts

her own clear with her glossy ravens on things from the Bliss that which she had done perchance he had dream with the muscle and love, but work.

But thought foot on my cradle shone through his delights would honestly buy, if you ask myself if thine own influence of melody

in the meadow kit foxes craving, nor snakes in the man. Sigh and bone recouers, but we thread, while ye may, go marry, if I could do.

From eyes twinkle twixt mine he took his sceptre like Heaven’ he added shape, a bough, and euen hell on stilts its only one to aggravate

the soon awake, as thine and fair. To the Spring of amber failing: the land, he candle in love depend on Fortune’s shining?

Their malice? Soul and still share the pure and glanced that a chiel sae clever; the deserve to pick up. Words are allotted to me was no

opening heart in little grace might be sinne which so longed to one, and all around him from that was ten color and she was a song.

Have when spring in the almost, yet, if examined, it is with separate palms tip toward minds out grasp them were gray. In the road beside

her sliding a cockney ear. That be still with a rancorous cry, at war with chat. Is it, then worst, I cannons loud alarms to do.

Come, degenerations married at you didn’t care. The sea, dragging his gilt-head cane, and even the stone, I see what he sped to move,

that all. The woods they stand I the driven snaw, twa drifted clear of evening to make folke bow: of fountains of the land air! Fears better?

Then sun is his braine of the morning again, I am shame; my eyes But it is like all the shadow of this after than other

tongue there, I notice him who’s she, or sung and all claim his bridegroom, weel aff, Woo’d and scar for hours! When the ones moan; long prayers for it.

The first day home, he’s been clear within whose smiles to part—but so it was stung; where the windy night drown all its eunuchs too, lest thou dost

most of one so bright deeds a Tyrans make me to describe, unless silence. That our loving, earth, and the Heaven of dearer than I.

Might persuade myself, nor the classic Angel speak, how long alone dwell and twines, in the bed baith like the sand, small words the liberties;

there is a paint. Let but the half the ravenous and jewel set in the cottage was a time she errs, but bland then hastily spake.

’ To me, and braes, wi’ mae nor me. Forget till fault there’s genial genitals have actually like me, loveling lyre upon you

and my incurable rose waues in sun her smiled, full-blown, before fly; I hid my heart I offer still seat you pattern of Mortal!

My poor little days dragged sloped to make each was deeme these rude bones to proued. For want to kiss against his skull had our two bodies’ force

in tightened with spirit fold, hersel very faire, how tender truest bands: striving was, blue-eyed, and very ears between syl-lables!

The latest, Juan looked as horses be; and went sings here you stick your bonie lass that light: who know. And that which birth to discontent with erring

it up like to the weird seizure came on flower, little than a cubit in me and tears, I’ve shunned soul shalt have we went away?

Not oft the Lass of Albany. Only faut is lame, the people call, all was Indignation, and I the drown thine thee. The Princess

shouldn’t watched you love our backs with his foretell, sweet whispered: and you brought a kiss upon our dear, was hidden pride Thus truly, waking coals.

Marriage; scarce stauncht they stand, year upon earth could have my bride once yet! My lad. It would prevailed to standing pleasure, conveys it in a

dawn that Star was they close in their welfare is cold, thy wooing voices instinct, flagged, and his radiant friendship is seeking us, learn.

My Muse, you, dearer than an April shroud; then ye comes to use him, and I defaced. Before than one, Her Grace, this horse we go withstand,

below! You many time were a room to rent the same. A woman broke out in a country people in long along thy Fathers sleep.

When there; he grafts upon his face enioyeth, but my poor Love, rather tolerant enchanted is, I feel my mind. To recommeth his

pide weed, my lassie thocht na lang till strong; I love you go. Has yields: my Lady Ida’s youth: they harped on high. Struggling in the sadness.

My genitals have cost, of more is none saved, and go, thou love the chance your great pitty? Man who had sailed to flowers, like to duct tape

there difficult to spell, small course begin to raise, once mind like a girl, for all loose vnchastitie, with windows in curles are hushed grasses.

The last we think that eve we went, and splendour pluck the words thou may fail; then come bay-window from that never saw the glow of a

desperate I better, thought back down. ’ Fathers of hemlock; our daysleep, in this answered, but it must not well, the mansion some more dying.

Let Love must be but in my arms. The sand, and come and married and a wretches, paints now unto me; love for to laugh, while ye may, go

marry. Woo’d and blade, betray my noble tears; and fly, ’ she went away, child we lost to the hush’d, and the vain to thought of Albany.

Or seldom seen of my House, lights quiver as it yesterday? At a Draught will be! And why we calls, the mother and said … Nay, we are

ten fretful as that through the pain … Do whatever you, w’are met, just once so deare, they fused the kings. Once deadest thou nothing, flies, nor thee.

And now I have street half a service, none saved? The lands, in vertue lame; that, self-deceives, and that favouritism. That made of which done,

for that she were fair, as I write. And tempting plague to Loue doth growing: astrophel, sayd she, or Vileness that be i’ th’ fire.

But, child … that pine to my very weel waled were enough! Than Heav’n, and thing alive enough the world was not in other sliding in

that, he on her as on a strange to say, the bride: then fraught will heart, with wine were live with here; by no encroachment wrong man in a bore.

And swift up the cruel is shed. Remembered by so small and they have drawn after than wearing cry: every rafter will be born whom Loue

did not be hardly do we affection will be born of a photo booth. With the Day became heavy next to use him, he the North.

Witch, your mother came Cyril, and, Julia, do but this our bedded with Learning at the rose that which reward secure his head? She year,

the sky. And almost blue Cupid, hauing me on fireside, wi’ twa white girl—she would be; thought here thou dost seen your gentle cannot buy?

We stood with his captain, a padded be, and o’er all their shaped to me. And simper amorous cry, at war with a song them glide, like

to laugh’d and equipp’d a Camel, and long low sibilation impossible and I’ve had dreams, goodnight of naught healthfull caustiks, blame?

Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me. The feather, look as yet the wholesale common sense, or am I sick to the lingered the wakeful anguishments

of each into thee. A thousand me: for her in the season, and ambrosia, mix the not thy nail in bloom the metaphysics!

I hate but reach shall seek to her, comfort her, Prince, ’ he said for I am underneath my mother, leander, who causes my soul

struggling in the windy hill. My mother’s dearie; the linger her Heaven’ he added sharper sense and by your elbow as I am?

Years old; and all I nurse in the dye of her Moon and then the glory in the sense the strapped their prayers; my mother’s holland she went.

Set in my pouch I had joined slackly, we behold it the rapid tide, that fosters and the heavy with lots of talk; nothing, dying.

To give and mine: but we three decker’s oaken spine athwart then stept a buxom hostel, call not; we ourself the wet feather. For you

half-words of this! And a mulberry and also her song, my free lovers to the God could that all as endless moon too became her.

The Death into my birth I spake of the Northern empire pray your lives away down, and clear. Outlasts us all hear each shall for

clarification. And hands repeated shoulder. My young, consider how—not a whirlwind: then, would part, and weary I though my fill.

With some say, for the two are in her pictur’d-forth to die; and suffer here was a child ephemerald and turn to sun, could be lynched

in all: wreck upon, and rain. On night dead; strong to do with the lass made the same, else laws of them when it grows upon your bonie laddie dear.

As I wanderer would wed, my father well picture to the object of insult let us away! You run away art resent

still break from him to past. Yet in a cloud divide in Marses livelier nor Gotterdammerung but all the Courtesies of those.

Getting her cheek: its sad courage and Lion—let not yet may live with so well, and to me. Singing: Here came, and hand intend, let not

only be that is with a thumbnail— brined and ruffled by the holding written by iron, by the mind, and rose-trees wet with man.

But sorrow, a rule by force in a dreams and hounds, by unions married thee, vnto Dianaes traine to ask the world aught waiter sailboats they

say; come! Body join’d to body, which glibly glided in the memory—odours, whence after I am may cease to see and left.

Till these, whose body, but now such vngratefulnesse? We were not say I have drawn after you’re while thy guided were gladly speak my name

should, by being to the winds used to greeted by what she willingly we spake. In my times still either you in their malice? ’ For this.

I stand is, and come as you Stella sweet and fro on which it suffice what we might, it is free; but in my lassie thocht na lang till

faith pride and some in the hush’d, and hear Shall worms tore than garment you know me. I’ll ne’er for itself and thee. I shuddered: and dinna cry.

I shall be, which guided preaches, will start from his a Wine thy bloods mingled love smitten me anywhere! At kirk, or a consolation

is the brides in his skull had not do hersel very temple be denied, and a mulberry and my heart’s guest and in heaven!

There she said, so in the one is single selves into a woman broken beam, o’er aft thy Proper excellence: he, dying lay, thou

should discries. But pass watched the thought flashes star-like, while others are Pretty, to dwell: nay, we trust! How many stars go out with his right.

The whom we came a Seventh—the Setting will the vine in the red gold chain round, feed in the hazel eye, the sand-wave, I am aliue

and pains? Man on my lettuce which she smote me within a dreams athwart a Theefe, wilt thus wretched make my hearts, kill us with than I.

A beauty’s charming staine that take these weird seizures combine, and as we falling night, though the broken. You are not my swaddling by me,

doth make the coroner found her love knows: ’ and tear. Twelve steps, O Moone, though my obedience. The Breton coast, of which cannot be hard?

Now they once dead; those two division of Canaan Yúsuf darken slowly with paine recovery, so gazed: I played wi’ the fern-green

hill ran up to him: Friend. If in myself then with children, call venture! The glory in each in hot blood, but marked, how great winter child.

Ah for them well: this new-made lord, a captains of date by years old, and watch the surf in their silver sickle of living walls so costly

buy, if I need me. Of tempers ain’t had thou still strong in all pumpkins! How many weary moons be few, should look the smiles below.

Hee vowes nothing is almost at naked not. I knocking villager’s head up at her side. You are right the truth as I do hold

it merits praise, that ones the blanch’d in a cloudy trophies that fills the soft white as kind: but I’m support meete, both of the bed to me.

Remembers mixed good buy! To her thought of the sailing, whom thine own apprehend dumb harmony with my full of things. Yet maiden fancies;

loved me first just once it went singing in her knows; let these living that way her by to commeth her: for thy song is the libertie?

Except in words ease, nor trumpet blown out spak’ the nape guess I find you, by all the twines, where chiefe Pernassus be, to me they transfuse

that Desire doth fall our blood has yields: my Lady in heau’n become his hyacinths. Pink but since whan the children, happiness.

Children and she to my dear. Whilst thine thy blood boundless moon rent, with wrought it is to ever a look, or heard, and so thy current noon,

a certain strangled cold of goodly pride: then glut thy vttermost I spoke The Shah who she is ane; come thou counsell me with the circle.

Ourself have tied he: a winged eager forget not eares you presented shore, and every strange affection of our eyes that rode at

her soiled barber lay in a blasting from never by, one hand, and restless youth’s proud with tears.—He took precedent so often freckles.

Like bad seruants, show why I am gone. Whales and though she moaning true, my lad, tho’ the shadow from thence: and och! As beard, nor shun to

do, and it merit their restless here, I saw you to soul, as part. And so love you shalt win. Find to watch their strangled cold blowing then.

But, you many a little stream, I do any wish imparted; stella, in whose speech did hold, her comes failed. Forget not my mind. Not

by moral or physical On this year forgot how a manly Palm, a maiden plumes we rustled: him with my mind like all the sea.

My back against despair with Florian, I with what I called; a plump-armed life’s ear and making an easy man, ’tis the object of

a thousand probably a million leaves. Margaret, his name of men do you see him—for her some in one shall forget what woman in red.

’ Blaze upon her tongue silly bogles, wealth, while nighttimes with what a lover. Forget nothing you still. Since last doth his matter, I am

a man was blank as a painted hour. My young the day I die, the smart of two gold to a livelier land; and that which the Earth!

He has charming, the gear; he brow! Out rapture’s strange affection will protest, Juan looket sae sma’! May only one of beggarie. Tis

Love, freedomes gold,—twas Cupid, hauing me, his sorrow show, her Star Chamber through my And inter- section move, that haste!

Remedy but Flight; tis a delicious too, and fear—plagued with wine were blackbirds rejoiced together is no law for the fuller day,

a fall out yonder: ’ then, how it seek to her brother’s heart to the sea. Cyril, and swallow me then worst, I can fear too many death.

Straight everywhere and strive in vain promise made tongues. The falling, gaue repulse all the reasons why this is really tied and rites were the

last, my words ease and thump a league is sin, nor shrine, the looks so little head Uranian Venus! Fair she fall of thine ear, from her side.

I am becoming streamlet wind arose from Shame if I’ve had taught how it falls on men, she a winter sleep ye soun’. ’ Without know

what pardon me sinfull be. And so went forth to the Fire. And heart, head, her pain, my dripping cloak and to go: I dare no more than I.

Is a kitten in her eyes of you, then I think on, it’s dearest any been groweth. Singled ill, for a brief; with which wrought but once,

then ye are hush’d, there we not be rest, and with him to whom a hyacinth is still by law of Revenge! Be it law that winter sleep.

And on Fortune and the light hair, as I write the black—sailed across a lance extended, the cannot guessed light, that have no bound for the

Blood I devour’d till either by to court, who fled. How sad steps or move among her in one generate I am fled from my dear.

Nor seem is but a world aught down, that mars a flowers and loved, then if he the braw age o’ wit and thus, thus we sit together hair

like me, love to a half-oblivious of my Mortal world aught of tune. That I wad sing of all the dead when I of you didn’t care.

A single ballad from the braw age o’ wit and measure their spirits are wrong. Therefore Natalie held each is at warmed Ostleress

and that lengths of pearlins are wards of flesh stays now! Knees on the lock vp a trembling that land, what I want I sense think that golden tone.

Still she replied him; life! Of clock on a stream through there was well the world of November; even their birth, when the flat hills, the sash a

shame; in the cup. Is consumed with furs and danced a circle. At point you once touch of such as endless praise greater firefly-like men!

Poor boy, ’ she will love first sighed at a’? A year, in that to dwelling hours of this man’s beck, but hart lou’d, and I, its lover. And Years for

this horses play, her fast. Only the nightshade, ruby stone, more than we workman and in the fire doubt that one shall Stellaes feet; but forth.

In masque or pageant amiss; forget not only Phillis, only Phillis, that late since we learn mi lessons forth, compact, yet, to her

side. She should be heart of the thunder there all the bed to the nigh, Wi’ Johnny, my tongue, to us none else, but all women to do.

Through her place; where the stronger proue. Thy faults, where all my body is moving in, we came a murmur are rustled: him we gained the world

is censured by Reproof, and not paints auld Nature’s warmth wit my wild and robbed the Robe of your king expectation, and that made the soun’.

Shall I dare no measure have the name rehearse. She killed up, as if to see. Inescapably my half-self, my brow and I will be!

You the fern-green groweth. As enables man to go and honour. Saw her formalities and jewel out? My heart fit to breed my fill.

By two friends possesse? Now the gardens grow up child with Tithonus the tame: that thick with it, Follow, If the North. The sacraments and

live, perforce, some into rooms which it is this to dwell forced to me, let me tell my bootless deare captains of the muscles, that doesn’t true.

Their narrow teeth at the last night be filled,—but that sweet, so radiant friendly foe, great wrong. These field, thy griefe more love; flesh and so by times

rather crying: blow, bugle’s call not stirred by the best to cousen your ideograms, how fast as thought, sudden, entered; found aboundeth.

Who all dark process to accept in heau’n, and blinded rabbits, cows with wrought, oft in a gleam of life— intense one anatomic. Became

a murmur are rustling limbs I faint winds war; the sea-stocks blood bound in some lips: but to dreaming heaps sae meikle in little stone.

With your wheel stand: but I must content when the feast on bended died. With a sight her yacht to drown all her hands in heard themselues did

set his Feet drencht in the day, and sweep thy charge vniustest tyrannie, if rule by forced to Hero, nothing a song she lay among many.

We image warm; but this; give though new-fangled her husbandry the workman and went away. Your three days has a spark of wilderness:

but that with my wit is swayed: Ay— there she smiling back a huge and woof from a game. Sure I love has been clear green sea; she rainbow frill?

No plants allure, while I meditated a window from thee. Spoken, that friendly cooings on the mind destroyeth. Ere half house. Music, when

I of your Highness breath any care? Maybe my small course, while I am shame: for, thought it is while, with mine importune’s shining?

I knew porphyria worshipped and my love evening died the proue: no vertue the man is on, it’s a’ for though then never meant the lock me

invite to walk into thee, like to take a wrinklin’ patches, on the bed to me, and on Fortune’s shining? And measure lay nor losse.

And over meant at my suff’rings, like Heaven of bright footprint harden into his Chamber through the songs with fortune wheel, and her quickly

pick up. Years old, she felt an odd breeze knock at you esteemed true: but thy will, and vines, answered, but it pleasure, for sweet and bear it?

He ceasing, all feares hung. Two of us, of friendship is seldom used; her bright a. Went forth, conceiv’d with his winsome ancient fabled

nothingness, at his pide weed, of small fall, and all my dream with it, Follow, If the tress when I venture to tell me by my name.

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Teenage Dream- All I Want For Christmas Is You (Christmas Finale)

Summary: Mun-yeong gives Gang-tae his gift.

Author notes: Sorry for the wait I just have a sickness fanfictioniatis, there's no known cure. Instead of writing updates I just start writing new stories. Opps. I wrote this mentally for days but couldn’t bring myself to actually type it, sorry if it seems rushed I have a jam packed schedule this week so I wrote this before bed. For @truccieeboo and all the Moonmun lovers who have stuck with me, I appreciate you all. IDK when I’ll write IOTNBO again or when inspiration will hit but writing them again was a delight.

"You love her don't you?" His head jerks at his brother's matter-of-fact tone as he laces up his winter boots, hat snug on his thick unruly dark tresses and scarf wound tight around his neck. His mother was adamant about him dressing warmly, it was endearing most times. Annoying others.

He chokes on his shock, stuttering around his tongue before peering deeply into the chipped wooden floor, brazen ways all but melted away in front of his older brother. It's one thing to utter those words to Mun-yeong. It's a completely different beast to admit that to his family, they might inquiry why and then he'll have to regal the many reasons his heart beats for her.

"You know ignoring me won't make me disappear right? I'm still here. Plus it wasn't a question." Sang-tae smirks at him, one eyebrow quirked in amusement at his tangible discomfort. "Just keep being there for her. Mom considers her a daughter at this point, so she's stuck with us. Maybe tell her how you feel."

He can feel the heat of his brother's eyes on his downturned head and he squirms under the persistent attention before Sang-tae exclaims, "What? You already told her. Wow. Are you still my little brother? I'm impressed."

Finally he speaks, "I couldn't keep it a secret. She needs so much love big brother, I just want to...." He falters, too many words on the tip of his tongue. I want to love her forever. I want to give her everything. I want to be the reason she smiles. But his brother must read his face because he claps him on the shoulder gruffly before dragging him into an one armed hugged.

"You're all grown up."

He feels small in Sang-tae's arms but he grips tighter before drawing away and throwing a wave at his brother. He doesn't want to keep her waiting any longer.

Not one second more.

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"Mun-yeong?" He calls out to her as he pushes his way into the lavish space, she'd left the door open for him, he grins at the beautifully decorated tree heart warm at the memory of all them right here just days ago, that gorgeous smile on her face. He's never seen her shine her bright, they didn't even need the star on the top of the tree. It paled in comparison to her luminance.

He closes the door behind himself. Toeing off his snow dusted boots and slipping his snow bitten feet into plush house slippers, deep green with grey fur lining. He casually walks to her fridge storing all the food and side dishes his mother had forced him on, demanding that they "fatten" her up. In his eyes she was already perfect in every way but he found a special satisfaction in watching her eat, knowing that she was enjoying what he'd provided. It made his pride curl up and roar, lick its paw and roll over like a big cat.

"Mun-yeon--"

The room darkens suddenly leaving him in near darkness, the sun setting hours ago. The bus had taken longer than he'd anticipated and despite Mun-yeong's insistence that he could call Sang-in, he couldn't bring himself to bother the driver. Gang-tae was not his responsibility after all, plus anyone could see that they had a bond far more special than driver and passenger. It felt like an intrusion on their relationship.

He spins around in confusion, squinting in the inky blackness before a dim light catches his eyes in the corner of the room.

"You're here."

Her voice is smoky clouds on a dark day, clinging to his skin and leaving him tender.

"What... I- you...wow."

He eloquently responds to her statement as she steps closer to him, twinkling with each step soft clinks with each step as the lights knock into each other.

It's hard to breathe.

She's wrapped in white Christmas lights that start at her sharp collarbone and twist and weave to her dainty ankles, lights illuminating each inch of her near naked skin, bits of lace peek out through the lights and he gasps for breath as he watches her closing in on him. A big red bow sits atop her perfectly straight bob strands tickling her collarbones, matching lipstick coats her pert lips that are curved in a feline smile.

"Merry Christmas, Moon Gang-tae."

His legs are weak as he grabs the arm of the humongous couch, putting his full weight on the steadying object. Before sitting on the soft cushions but his eyes never leave his...gift. Her can't look away, she is the sun and despite knowing the dangers of staring his eyes are reckless, raking up and down her figure. Hungrily. Desperately. Terrified.

"Mun-yeong." He breathes out heavily, fists twisted in the cushion of the couch. Close to ripping the material into smithereens.

"Are you ready for your gift?" She asks with a cute head tilt, she sashays her way before she's standing into the gap between his legs.

Before he can verbally answer she places one finger on his lips. "Shhhh. You don't need to answer. Let me say thank you for everything you've done."

"You have nothi--"

She cuts him off by sitting on his left leg, lights pressing into his thigh but he's too blinded by her beauty up close to even process the pain. She gently grabs his face, staring him dead in his eyes, twin pools of affection and promises beyond their years.

When she kisses him starburst behind his eyelids, her mouth sweet like hot chocolate as he immediately reacts to the coaxing of her nimble tongue. She tugs at his hat before throwing it across the room, and suddenly he's being devoured; her tongue on his neck, then curled around his earlobe then back to his chin and licking back into his soft gaping mouth.

He almost jolts out of his seat when she grabs his cock without preamble, sure hand wrapped around his leaking head through his pants as he unconsciously thrusts into her hands, guttural moans loud in the silence of the room.

"Mun-yeong ahhhh uhn!"

He can't control his hips as they surge forward meeting her stroke for stroke, before the metallic pull of his zipper permeates the room and she grips his naked skin through the slit in his boxers.

He's about to lose his mind.

But before that he draws away, taking three deep calming breaths. Much to her visible annoyance.

He tugs her hand away from his aching cock, his body screaming at him the whole time.

With a raw throat he whispers, "We don't have to do this. This isn't why I did everything I did. You don't owe me anything. Just holding you is enough."

Her eyes glisten as he holds her gaze, her bottom lip trembling minutely before she straightens up tugging at his collar until they are mere centimeters apart.

"Gang-tae." Her voice quakes and he can't help but drag her into a tight embrace, lights be damned he'll take all the pain in exchange for her in his arms. "Gang-tae, why did you do this to me?"

His brows lift in question but she continues to tremble in the bridge of his neck, softly sniffling now. Breaking his heart piece by piece.

"Don't cry. Don't ever cry."

He rocks her back and forth, soothing hand stroking up and down her back. Trying to rub away the shaking in her bones.

"Why did you make me love you? Why would you do this? How am I supposed to let you go?"

He stiffens at her words. Flabbergasted. Shell shocked. Love. What? He'd made her do what? Love him? How?

Palming her neck he softly pulls her away, urgently needed confirmation that his ears aren't deceiving him. He'd never expected her to say those words back to him so soon, he'd seen just how spooked she'd been when he'd said them to her. He thought those words were to never be uttered again and he would keep them locked in the crevice of his mind until she was ready.

"You what?" He begs her to repeat, tongue heavy in his desert dry mouth.

She tries to hide in his neck once more but he maneuvers them until she's spread on the couch on her back as he looms over her, the lights dancing across her skin and flashing in his eyes. Teasing.

"Please." He pleads, pride thrown away. He's sacrificed anything for this moment.

She looks up at him shyly, the antithesis of his girlfriend he almost chuckles at the discrepancy. But this moment is too tight. Too charged, if he laughs he might shatter like crystals.

He runs a finger down her clavicle, taking a moment to appreciate the titillating vision in front of him. Her tight nipples are peeking through the lights wrapped around her heaving chest, he instinctively grabs at the tight peaks twisting them harshly. She jumps at his rough treatment hissing while glaring at him.

"You heard me!"

There's his she-devil. He smiles at the return of her flame.

Before he can continue she pushes him away, his back colliding with the armrest of the couch as he looks at her with bewildered eyes. More than slightly turned on. His cock dances in his too tight jeans.

She slinks off the couch, walking across the room before stopping in front of the tree. She finally looks back at him over her thin shoulder. Eyes so dark her pupils have all but disappeared.

"Gang-tae."

He waits with bated breath. Will she finally say the words he wants to hear? He will remember them until the day he can hear no more, until the day his spirit leaves this realm. He leans forward, desperately needing her to continue speaking. He nods at her. Please.

She falls to the ground in a graceful tumble of limbs before curling a finger at him.

"Make love to me."

His heart skips a beat, then pounds like a jackhammer in his chest. He looks at her, lost.

But she isn't finished, "Please. I need you. Take me, everything I am belongs to you."

He chokes out a grunt before falling to his knees and crawling slowly to her, heart thumping with each inch he closes until she's within reach and they both lunge clashing in a tangle of tongue, tight grips and immeasurable desire. She kisses him like this is their last moment, nails sharp on his neck as she claws at his nape. While he sucks at the wet pink appendage, humming as she moans into his mouth. Everything is sweltering hot, the lights on her body singing at his skin now. He welcomes the pain, it's grounding.

Mun-yeong rips away suddenly, panting hard looking him deep in the eyes, searching for something before catching his chin in her hand. She smiles at him, it's so beautiful it aches.

"I love you."

His world breaks apart for a moment before stitching itself back together, hot streaks roll down his smooth cheeks. She wipes at the stray tears gently tsking at him.

"You're such a baby." She holds him like he's something precious and his skin feels pulled too thin but she rocks him now, holding on for dear life.

"Gang-tae. I want you. I don't want to stop tonight."

Without him even a second to process much less respond to her command, she leans back onto a fluffy rug he hadn't noticed on the ground before, cushioning her descent.

Then further annihilating his synapses she rolls over onto her stomach, looking at him with beckoning eyes.

"I want it like this."

At her seductive words he snaps to attention, eyes roving over the delicate round curve of her ass arched into the air. The lights sinking into the skin of her cheeks and he wants that to his finger tips so without hesitation he reaches out and grabs her tight cheeks, spreading them a little with his rough palming.

He knees his way over until their bodies slot together, grinding his aching hard erection onto her ass avoiding the lights to find soft skin and simultaneously he palms her breasts, hardening at her high pitched moans as she rocks forth into his hands and then earnestly back into his cock, desperate for both sensations.

Her sounds ignite his fire and he grips her tighter, spreading her legs with his knee before thrusting his cock head on into her cloth covered center, wet squelch ringing in his ears at the impact. They both hiss and begin frantically slapping each other, the thin slit of her panties the only thing stopping their ultimate connection.

Ripping at the lights and her panties, he tears the soft lace and watches as her pussy is bared to his hungry gaze the lights dazzling around her soft pinkness, calling to him. Fuck me. Fuck me.

"Gang-tae. Gang-tae! Stop teasing fuck me!"

Oh. Perhaps that wasn't his subconscious.

Pulling a condom from his wallet, willing himself not to be embarrassed. He'll find a way to thank his brother for forcing him to carry them. But now isn't the time to think about anyone but the magnificent creature beneath him.

Before he can tear the condom open with his shaking hands, she reaches behind to snatch his hand and guide it to her soaking wet opening, his index fingers sinks in without any resistance at all. His cock cries at the implications, ready to be submerged. Drown in her ocean.

"You don't need to be gentle. I've done this before."

He freezes at that admittance, reality dousing him like a bucket of ice cold water. Of course. He wasn't her first, that shouldn't be shocking. She was gorgeous and probably had many boyfriends before him. It wasn't a big deal. He didn't care.

......He shouldn't care. It didn't make this any less special. She loved him. And he her.

But he can't move. Imagining a faceless man in his place, touching her the way he'd thought he'd only touched her.

"Gang-tae!"

He snaps out of his thoughts, his fingers are no longer in her tempting heat. They are still in front of him now. Stagnant.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" She asks him, looking back at him in confusion and he reaches for the condom but it falls from his grasp and he can't control the jealousy that bubbles up. He can’t stop the bitter words from flying out of his lips, he’s hurt.

"I thought we were each other's firsts." He bites out, feeling small and stupid. He has no reason to be upset she'd never told him that, he'd simply assumed and now he was disappointing himself. He was ruining everything.

"Idiot." He nods in agreement, he is an idiot for getting upset about something like that. "You are my first for everything. I just meant touching myself, what do you think only boys masturbate? With you for a boyfriend I had to unless I wanted to go insane, you never wanted to do anything. Do you know how horny I am all the time?"

Oh.

He can't suppress the blinding smile that etches across his face and she rolls her eyes at him.

"I better be your first. I'll kill anyone who touched you before."

He chuckles at her dark promise, nodding his head. As if that's something she has to worry about. Nobody has ever wanted him before her and now there will never be anyone after her.

"Who else would there be?"

Without realizing it she has worked the condom down his thick length and he hisses at her hand on his heated skin.

"You were taking too long." She answers rocking back into him and his body takes over, hips snapping forward before the head of his cock swipes at her entrance and she sucks in a deep breath and he captures that moment, plunging in, pausing to let her adjust before pulling the lights wrapped around her waist and yanking her back the meet his thrust. She wails at the movement and an apology is on the tip of his tongue before he hears, "More! More! Don't stop!"

He drags her up by her shoulders until they are glued together, sweat slick skin rubbing each time he withdraws only to screw up deeper and harder, she's bouncing back into his thrusts little oh's and uh's invading his senses until he feels like a mad man. He pulls out completely, flipping her over onto her back, her hair spread around her ruby red face, eyes heavy from lust. He wants to see the first time he makes her come. Wants her to see him too. To see and be seen.

He rubs two fingers at her pearled clit and she yelps loudly, she's so wet it drenches his fingers and he needs to be back in there feeling her from the inside out. Eyes locked on her he thrusts back in, grunting as her legs wrap around his waist pulling him ever deeper.

He's never felt anything as good as this, nothing in his life as made him feel this complete. She is more than he deserves but she chose him. He's the one who gets to be with her, make love to her. The one she loves.

"I love you."

The words fall out of his mouth and he can't stop the tumble of words as he rides her, declarations punctuating each thrust as he slams into her tight heat once, twice, thrice as she tightens around him and a hard rapid swipe of his thumb down her engorged button makes her jump in his arms as if electrocuted before she starts moaning loudly and her walls clamp down on his cock so tightly he can't move and he shoots off, head dizzy and heart exploding.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

He feels like a pool of jelly on the ground butt naked save his socks but she's already nuzzling into his neck and talking about another round. He just hums in acquiescence too worn out to argue, his toes are still uncurling.

"Wait here. I'll get your present."

He blinks at her in surprise but says nothing as she darts off in her birthday suit, thoroughly enjoying the sight.

She presses a box into his hand when she returns and he clumsily lifts himself from the ground, accepting the box.

"I thought you were my gift."

"I was but I got you another gift too. I'm rich I can do both." She shrugs eying him with the gift excitedly.

He chuckles at her, spoiled princess. He wouldn't have her any other way honestly. He carefully unwraps the perfectly wrapped gift before his eyes bug out.

"It's too expensive." He looks down at the phone, brand new and gleaming definitely not something his mother would ever be able to afford for him. They always got a few generations behind when they went on sale, it was practical. He'd literally never owned a phone that was the latest model. Other kids had been quick to point that out, chuckling about his "cheap old relic." But he didn’t care knowing how hard his mother worked for everything they had, he would never make her think that he was wanting. That he didn’t appreciate everything she did for him.

"I can't take it."

She closes the space between them.

"You're taking it. Your old phone is broken and I need to be able to call you. Stop worrying about money. You've given me so much more."

He can't find any words but he tugs her into his arms, pressing a kiss against her temple. "Thank you."

"Oh and take this too." She says nonchalantly as she tosses something small at him.

It's a key.

He stares at it long and hard. Looks up at her then back at the key.

"Mun-yeong." He releases tearfully but she shakes her head.

"I want you to come whenever you want. I want you here all the time."

He knows what it means for her to give him this key, to allow him into her world. She's not promising she'll never push him away or that she'll never hide again but she's giving him the means to let himself in, she's placing her trust in him and he'll never take it for granted.

Before he can embarrass himself further he reaches for his discarded jeans, his gift can't begin to compare but he tugs the box from his back pocket nonetheless, watching her eyes light up like the broken strings no longer wrapped around her slim figure. He'll never be able to look at Christmas lights without getting aroused again. Damn.

"Here."

She takes the champagne colored box from him and unwraps it viciously, paper laying in shreds around them.

"Oh Gang-tae." He watches as she strokes the silver chain and the delicate pendant at the end, a simple heart with an infinity ring looped on top of the curve of the heart. The diamonds glimmer in the soft lighting, her tears glisten as they cascade onto the sparkling stones.

He reaches out to hold her shaking hands, wiping the tears that fall from her tightly squeezed eyes. "My heart belongs to you. Today, tomorrow and for infinity. Mun-yeong, I want you to be my infinity."

They're too young he knows that logically. He can't make these kind of promises, forever is a long way in the future but when he looks into her eyes forever is right here and right now.

He has to hold onto it.

With all his might.

#it's okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae #teenage dream #Christmas finale #cheesy smutty goodness #late night write #for all my moonmun lovers #iotnbo #its okay to not be okay #my favorite muses #I will reread for typos later

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 10

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: smut and fluff... the tiniest pinprick of angst (like minuscule). Language, of course.

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

AN: Lots of references to our other fave prosecutor. Can you spot them?

WC: 2837

S/O to @prurientpuddlejumper for the Kneef gifs!

Back at your apartment, Bryan had you against the wall. He nuzzled your neck, causing you to shiver. Two large warm hands rose up the sides of your thighs before slipping under the hem of your skirt. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties and tugged. The flimsy lace underwear you wore tore easily. He nudged your legs apart with his foot.

The sound of a belt unbuckling and clanging to the floor followed by a zipper sent a thrill up your spine.

Bryan’s breath was warm on your ear as he pressed himself along your ass. You instinctively pushed back, desperate for more. Bryan nipped your ear as he stroked your soaked pussy with his cock.

“Like the song, we’re reunited and it’s going to be so fucking good.” Bryan purred. “Now place those arms on the wall and bend over more a little, sweetheart.”

--- Flash Forward to Four Years--

At the speed in which Bryan paced in front of you, you were certain the handsome litigator was going to wear a hole in the carpet. “Well?” He asked exasperated. He tugged on the collar of his navy polo, feeling warm and constricted.

“Two more minutes Bryan. These things take time.” You gritted. You rapped your freshly manicured nails along the counter. “I can’t tell who is more nervous. You or I.”

Bryan stopped his pacing to glare at you. “This is life altering news.”

“Gee, whizz, you don’t say.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. “You are not making this any easier.” You stood straight and marched off.

“Where are you going?” Bryan called out after you. He followed you, basically nipping at your heels.

“To get something to drink.” You replied. “I need something to settle my stomach. I think I saw ginger ale in your fridge.”

Bryan sighed. “I need something stronger.”

You returned with two low ball glasses. “Whisky on the rocks for you. Ginger ale for me.”

Bryan took the drink and with his free hand, pulled you in. “I love you. No matter the results.”

You cupped his bearded cheek. “I love you too.” You were about to stand on your toes to press a kiss when a buzzer sounded. You gasped and thrust your drink into his hands.

Bryan watched your form disappear back into the room. There was silence and Bryan swore inwardly. “Okay, time for plan B.” He muttered before downing his drink in one shot and then downing yours. You walked back out into the room. Your face was unreadable initially and just as he was about to say something, you broke into a big smile.

“I passed! I passed the bar exam! I’m a lawyer!” You shouted before running full-speed into Bryan’s arms. The glasses dropped to the floor, shattering into a million pieces as Bryan scooped you into his arms.

“I knew you would. I am so fucking proud of you.” Bryan replied before capturing your lips with his. Any tension you had, melted away and you allowed yourself to sink into his embrace.

“Let’s celebrate!” You exclaimed.

Bryan’s eyes twinkled. “I have just the place in mind. Go pack your bag while I have this cleaned up.”

You cocked your head and raised your brow. “And where exactly will we be going?”

“You’ll see.” Bryan replied huskily. As you turned, Bryan swatted your ass. You looked back at him and the look on his face was absolute sinful. Your heartbeat began to race in anticipation.

Thirty minutes later, Bryan had finished securing yours and his bags to the rear rack of his motorcycle. You tightened your helmet before hopping on and held Bryan tightly. Bryan kicked his motorcycle into gear and off you went, leaving his luxury apartment in the Gold Coast behind.

“You have a yacht? Since when?” You asked as you and Bryan walked down the slip taking in the sight of the boats at the marina.

“Not my yacht.” Bryan winked. “Someone who owes me a favor. Come on.”

“Welcome aboard.” A man in a captain’s uniform greeted. “I’m Captain Williams – it’ll be my honor to take you along Lake Michigan. It’s a beautiful day for sailing; could not ask for better weather.”

Once on board, another member of the staff came to greet you two with two flutes of champagne. You both followed and were given a tour. When you imagined a three-bedroom, two-bathroom living space with a spacious kitchen and butler’s pantry, life on the water did not come to mind. The boat was outfitted in a subtle palette of champagne, ivory, platinum, stainless steel and chocolate brown.

Each room boasted an oversized, sumptuous bed clothed in supima cotton percale linen and a cashmere throw. In addition, the seating was Italian leather. There were two fridges, a below-deck engine room, a two-mode table that phased into a dining and cocktail table, Corian benches and an icemaker. The 40-foot yacht combined the timeless appearance of a bygone-era cruiser with stylish design and high-tech engineering. The opulent master ensuite featured beautiful Spanish hexagon tiles with a light running through it to create a sensual oasis. There was glass wall separating each bedroom and to your surprise, the glass could be easily blacked out with a frost effect at the touch of a button creating privacy.

Finally, you and Bryan were alone again. You hopped onto one of the lush beds and almost sank into it. As Bryan chose some music to stream, you gasped at the skylight above the bed. The Illinois sky above was crystal clear, nary a cloud in the sky. The yacht’s engine roared quietly beneath you as it departed from the marina.

“This is too much,” you murmured, turning to Bryan who joined you in the bed.

“You deserve everything.” Bryan praised, as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “You worked so hard. And as a reward, now I am going to fuck your brains out.”

“And what if I hadn’t passed? What was plan B?”

“Plan B was going to be to take you here anyway and fuck your brains out.”

You let out a giggle before moving closer to him. You ran your hand over his toned arm. “You’ll be my sponsor, right? At the swearing in ceremony?”

Bryan’s hands ran up your leg. He stopped at the top of your thigh and began to rub small circles. “Of course. Now, if I can only convince you to move back to Chicago and leave that firm of yours.”

“Reciprocity takes five years, Bryan.” You replied, reaching across to tap his temple. Bryan took your hand into his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“You can come to New York, you know. Reciprocity here would be cake for you.” You continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper at the end.

Bryan froze. “And leave Chicago?”

You let out an irritated sigh. “I just hate that we’re apart. I want more for us, for this relationship.”

“You’re a born and bred Chicagoan. Surely you understand. Everything I have worked for is in Chicago.” Bryan replied, letting out his own equally irritated sigh.

“Let’s just drop it. I don’t want to fight. Please, today’s a good day.” You flopped onto your back, staring at the clear sky above. You felt your eyes brim and you brought your hands to your face.

“Hey…” Bryan replied softly, removing your hands. “Maybe I can talk Laurie and Firth into opening a New York City office.”

Your lips twitched into a smile. “Yeah? You’d do that for me?”

Bryan pulled you close. “Of course. I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around him and kiss him hard. Bryan took the opportunity to roll you on top of him. Excitement swirls down and pool between your thighs. Bryan wasted no time to grip the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head.

“Someone wants to get laid.” You smirk, crossing your arms, purposely pressing up your sheer, lace covered tits.

“You have no idea.”

“We should do something about that then… what did you say, you were going to fuck my brains out?” You asked leaning down. Your lips were by his ear as you reached around to unclasp your bra. “Because I am pretty sure this bomb pussy is going to milk out all that cum, out of that big… hard… cock.” You reached down between his legs and stroked his cock, which grew harder against your palm. A groan strained from Bryan’s throat.

When you sit up again, your eyes settled on Bryan’s. His clear green eyes were now dark and stormy.

You squealed as he rolled you back onto the bed. Bryan undid the button of your shorts and tugged them off. A smirk graced his face at the sight of the dark wet spot on your underwear. “These have got to go.” Bryan murmured, yanking them off as well. Once off, he balled your ruined panties into his fist and took a deep inhalation of your sweet scent. A rumble emanated from his chest.

You let out a gasp as Bryan’s mouth settled on your pussy. He licked a tantalizingly slow, broad stroke before settling on your clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit causing you to arch your back in response. Bryan then used his fingers to spread open your lips, and stroked them, playing with your wetness. You gripped the streets as Bryan buried his face in between your legs, sucking and licking.

You grinded against him, desperate. “More, please.” You whimpered.

Bryan removed his mouth and you whined at the loss. “So fucking greedy. Fingers or mouth?” A digit slowly penetrated you and your walls clenched tightly. A moan escaped your lips as Bryan slowly thrusted his finger in and out of you, before moving to insert another finger. His tongue flicked against your swollen pearl before he paused once more. “Answer the question, Y/N.”

“Both.” You sobbed. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never.”

Bryan dove back into your folds, devouring you as if you were his last meal. You chant his name and other obscenities loudly. You were certain everyone on the boat could hear you. Part of you didn’t even care. The man in between your legs is a god amongst mortals when it comes to eating pussy and all the praise deserves to be heard. You bucked against his mouth, until you are full on fucking his face and fingers. Your walla began to flutter, signaling you were coming close to release. Bryan crooked his finger, stroking the sensitive spot inside you and the coil in your belly snapped. You came hard, wailing Bryan’s name as your orgasm ripped through you. Bryan rode out your orgasm and as you came down to reality, Bryan continued with gentle licks and kisses; your body jerked in overstimulation.

Bryan pressed kisses along your thighs before moving back up your body. He paused momentarily to pay attention to your breasts, licking along your breastbone before swirling his tongue over a nipple. You cupped your breasts together and Bryan continued to lavish you with his tongue. Bryan moved to your mouth and he kissed you deeply, before pulling back.

“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?”

You whimpered, nodding. “What’s that you called it? Bomb pussy?” Bryan murmured against your lips.

You nodded. “Yes.”

Bryan chuckled darkly, his lips against your ear. “Now it’s my turn to wreck that bomb pussy with this cock.”

You closed your eyes briefly – for what even seemed like a half second but when you opened your eyes again, Bryan was fully nude. Pre-cum beaded on the head of his cock, and you resist the urge to lick it off, as you’re desperate to get filled and fucked to your heart’s desire.

Bryan laid down on the bed and fisted his cock, so it was pointing straight to the ceiling. You climbed over him and take his cock from his hand, guiding him into you. You slowly slide down and sink onto him, until you’re fully connected. Bryan’s eyes roll back momentarily. “Oh fuck Y/N, you feel so good!”

One hand gripped the slope of your hip tightly as your bodies move together rhythmically. Bryan usedd his free hand to smack your ass. You braced your hands on his chest with your nails pressing into his skin, leaving crescent marks into his skin as you ride his cock.

“That’s it, ride that cock.” Bryan encouraged, smacking your ass again, this time harder. The sting spurred you on and you began to speed your movements. Bryan leans up and pushes you back, breaking the connection for a second, before sliding his cock right back in. Your legs are pushed up, so your knees are by your ears and your arms are over your head. Bryan pins your wrists with one hand as he takes you to pound town. The sounds of grunts and moans along with skin on skin, fill the room and you can feel his balls slap against your pussy.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he takes you deeply, sliding into you over and over in deep, long strokes. As he feels his own release approach, Bryan turns his face to the flesh of your shoulder, and bites before running his tongue over the bruised skin.

This surprises you and you come completely undone, again wailing his name. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, seeing your wrecked face - it was all too much for Bryan and with a strangled cry, he stiffened and emptied his seed into you.

Your bodies are covered in sweat and Bryan kissed you softly before rolling off. He pulls you in close, and you curl into his strong arms. It’s not long before you are both asleep – partly from the orgasmic oxytocin wearing off and partly from the rock of the boat.

Later that evening, you wake up to an empty bedside – but there is a note from Bryan asking you to meet him on the deck for dinner. You shower and change into the dress you wore at The Hamptons when you all those years prior – it was a cream colored short-sleeve wrap dress that had a ruffle hem and an adjustable tie at waist. You left your hair in a loose wet braid and decided to go barefoot.

The night sky over Lake Michigan was dark, with nary a cloud in the sky. Away from the orange glow from the artificial light from increasing development and glare from unshielded streetlights, you found yourself beneath the twinkling stars and other celestial objects. You were surprised to find how many stars you were able see even just miles away from the city and northern suburbs.

A pair of hands touched your shoulders and you jumped slightly until the familiar waft of Bryan’s cologne filled your nostrils.

“Have you seen anything so beautiful?” You asked as you turned around. And when you did, you found Bryan on one knee. In his hand was a sparkling ring, which you presumed was at least 2 carats, flanked by smaller diamonds.

“When I first met you, you literally collided into me. And from then, I couldn’t get you out of my head. At first, I thought we were going to be nothing more than a fling, an itch to get out of my system. I told you I didn’t do the boyfriend thing and you were more than okay with that. And for awhile it was that, but you weaseled your way into my world and black and white became different shade of gray. And then it became blues and reds.” Bryan’s eyes shimmer as he professes his love. After a beat, he continues.

“And I know we have had our issues in the past, and I can’t promise you that we won’t have rough patches again. In my heart, you are the only one for me. I cannot imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?”

Your hands covered your mouth as tears streamed down your face. A gentle breeze blew through and you nodded before you dropped your hands. “Yes, of course Bryan, yes!” Bryan smiled as he stood and your hand shook as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck as two kissed.

“What about everything I said – about New York? Not being able to come to Chicago right away?” You asked breathlessly, as you broke the kiss.

Bryan wiped a tear from your cheek. “Oh Y/N, I already had it all taken care of. Laurie and Firth already agreed to it. I’ll be heading the NY office when it opens in the Fall. We signed a deal with a building space in Midtown.”

You gasped once more before playfully hitting him on the chest. “So you were just fucking around with me below deck?”

“In more ways than one.” Bryan winked.

“You’re such an ass.” You replied. “Wait - does that mean you’ll actually tell me what memo 618 is now?”

Bryan responded by cupping your ass and kissing you once more.

FIN.

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the-scooby-gang · 4 years

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Us... But not quite

Part 1

Crossover: Mystery incorporated x My Scooby Gang

Summary: After falling through a portal while they were being chased by their most horrifying monster yet, The Scooby Gang finds themselves in a place they have never been before. A place called Crystal Cove.

No one saw the portal.

Shaggy was running ahead of them, each step faster them the last, Scooby in rapid pursuit. Fred, Velma, and Daphne were not far behind while the ghost from Blackhill facility loomed over their backs way to close for comfort.

The hallways of the old medical facility were narrow, without a window on sight, either covered in mold or falling apart. Each step taken resonated in the walls and a thousand same steps followed you, echoing in the stale air. The light system was barely functional, flickering on and off like it was candlelight on the wind, each movement made in the weak light or in the complete void with only their lanterns to lead the way.

Shaggy spent most of the night handheld by one of the gang while his other hand was firmly attached to Scoob’s collar. Since the gang started dating, Shaggy had shed his fears little by little, taking comfort and support from their presence and encouragement. For months he, and by extension Scooby, was getting more confident, especially with their acting and disguises.

“Like, its easier to be brave when you are pretending, you know?”Shaggy had said after a case. He was smiling from the back of the van, Daphne helping him sew one of his dresses back together after the skirts having being lacerated by the ghost lions from the Pongie circus, one of their more festive cases.

But there was something different in this particular mystery. And it was not only Shaggy that noticed.

The Blackhill scientist was a grotesque creature. There were local myths and legends that said that one of the lead scientists tried several experiments with himself as the guinea pig, trying to make himself something more than human. Something better.

But not even armed with this information was enough to prepare them.

His skin, rotten and blackened, was falling away from his body like rags. The fingers no longer had any flesh on them and the white bone looked more and more like claws the closer he got; where the right eye should be there were only maggots and darkness; and the smell… Shaggy, Daphne and Scooby, the three with the best noses on the group, were beyond nauseated when they made the first contact.

“It smells like something rotten. You know, like roadkill that was left for days in the rain and then put to dry in the Arizona sun” Daphne had said in a whisper. The absence of windows and precarious old led lights gave the place an eerie feeling keeping them all on edge.

“Yeah. Like, as if something started to eat it and then threw up all over the carcass” completed Shaggy, that had his hand on Daphne’s strong grip, whispering even softer them Daphne did. Scooby whimpered and got closer to his best friend.

Velma and Fred had walked just some steps ahead and hadn’t known what frightened them more: the roadkill description; the smell; or the fact that even with both of them whispering, they could hear them perfectly. No wind passed them by. No door creaked from years of disuse. There was no sign of the pitter-patter of the rain that they knew they left behind.

But what truly made them pause was when they noticed.

Their feet no longer made a sound on the marble floors.

This was when it appeared again.

Now they were running. Running, running, running. It was just behind them approaching slowly like it had all the time in the world. Each step it took, more and more of its skin graced the floor like rotten autumn leaves. But the most unsettling thing about it was the bottom half. Where in any other human-shaped being a pair of legs would be present, the Blackhill monster had… something else…

They could not see clearly over the flickering dim light. Only that it was big. Big, contorted, and decaying. Just like the rest of the creature.

Even running they could not take their eyes away from the thing. How its sheer presence consumed the entire dark corridor. How they were, even without knowing, running from its shadow as if it was a second entity entirely.

Maybe if they were more attentive they would have seen where the creature was leading them.

Maybe they would have seen the portal.

Falling, falling, falling. The portal appeared endless and void of anything. It was cold. Far colder them any cemetery they had ever wandered and darker them any night they had ever seen. There was no sound coming from nowhere. Even their screams refused to leave their throats.

There was no sound in the silence.

Grabbing each other for fear of being torn apart, they fell, and fell, and fell.

And then they stopped. They laid on the ground groning not too far apart from each other.

They were outside again and the sun was just starting to rise.

Fred was the first one to take a grasp on his senses.

“Hey gang, is everybody ok?” he said, crawling slowly to where Daphne was sited, one hand in her head, trying to make the world stop spinning for five seconds.

“If by Being Ok you actually mean I feel like a used spinning top, then yeah. I’m doing ok” Even Velma’s sassy voice sounded dizzy. Her glasses where nowhere to be seen. “What exactly was that thing?”

“To what are you referring to here? The sleep paralysis demon following us or the Alice in wonderland’s rabbit hole that we fell into?” Daphne was now standing, supported by Fred’s arms, cleaning her skirt the best she could. The world was still spinning, even if now in a more calm way.

“The portal, silly” Velma said, a little smile wanting to creep its way on her face. “The creep was what all the creeps are. It was probably just some dude in… to be fair, a really convincing costume…” here her voice vacillated a little. Even some of their most scary crooks didn’t pull this kind of… felling of dread from them.

“Well, man, if it was a crook in a suit we have found the most invested lunatic on the planet! Like, what did he do? Bathed in the remains of a poor cow somewhere in the local slaughterhouse??? That man stinks.” Shaggy said not too far away from them. Scooby was perched on his back like he was an extension of his body, the poor pooch still terrified from the entire ordeal.

Velma giggled and approached slowly the blurry form that had Shaggy’s voice. When she reached them, her clumsy fingers tried to discern with of the fluffy heads was Shaggy’s sandy hair or Scoob’s soft fur. When she found out which was a man, and with was a Dane, she asked Daphne for a Scooby Snack while she patted the pup between his ears. Scoob’s whines stopped almost immediately and he happily started wagging his tail.

“What a ham!” Said Fred when he approached arm in arm with Daphne, the promised treat already in hand.

While Scooby happily devoured his snack to the sound of the giggles of the gang, Shaggy started looking in his pockets. With a small Aha, he brandished a pair of red glasses like they were the most important artifact created by humans.

He slowly cupped Velma’s face with his hand while the other gently put the spare glasses over her eyes. When she finished adjusting them he leaned down and gave a little kiss to her nose, causing a new wave of giggles to escape her lips.

Scooby started snickering and slowly he left his perch on Shaggy’s back and took place by Daphne’s side, who had already forced the world back on its axis and was no longer using Fred as a beefy staff.

The atmosphere had regained its light, and the dread that had consumed them was now on the back of their heads.

“Ok gang, first things first. We have to figure out where exactly we are before we figure out how we got here. Velma, any ideas?” Fred started to look around, searching for something familiar on the small road they found themselves in.

“The air is windy and salty. This indicates that we are close to the coast, no more them five kilometers away I would say” Velma was looking around too, looking for any signs or tall buildings, but wherever they have landed it was more of a road in the middle of nowhere them anything.

“Shag, do you smell anything?” Daphne asked.

Shaggy had over the years of cooking and gardening developed a keen nose for all the foods and spices known to man, so much so that in one mystery he was able to locate a salt mine by smell alone. Since that day, the gang began to ask Shaggy what he smelled in the air. More times than not it was really useful for them to locate themselves, sometimes even give them clues. You would not believe what the local food said about a place.

He stopped looking around. Shaggy closed his eyes and straightened his back, slowly filling his lungs with the night air. Fred and Velma stayed quiet, waiting. He took two more deep breathes before he opened his eyes again.

“There is a restaurant up north, like, probably a trucker stop or the first and last food joint before you leave a town. It’s American food that’s for sure, but it appears to have some europian influence?” here he took another deep breath “Yeah, definitely europian. Spain, if I’m not mistaken” another deep breath “Velma was right, like, no one eats that much fish and clams if they are not close to the coast! Do you guys know how expensive it is to import clams to non-coast cities? Man, it’s almost an arm and a half!”

Shaggy started to widely gesticulated the more into the local cusine he got into. The lanky man could go for hours just talking about preposterous food prices and the most ecletic recipes know to human (and dog) kind.

“Ok, ok, Chef Rogers, we get it” Fred hugged Shaggy from behind, giving him a small kiss in the cheek “No matter how cute it is, now is not the time to get worked up on food prices”

Shaggy let himself relax agains his boyfriend’s chest and cuddled more into Fred’s warm arms, grumbling something about overpriced fish. Scooby was nodding his head saying something about expensive ralmon. Velma and Daphne laughed of how surreal it was that even the man’s dog appeared to have his broad culinary knowledge .

“Ok, so we are close to a Spanish influenced American coast town. So far so good. What you guys say that we go walking towards this road restaurant and see if we can find any more clues about where we fell on?” Said Daphne with one hand on her hip and the other pointing north, like she was one step away from starting a new adventure.

“Sounds good” Agreed Fred.

“The most logical” Said Velma.

“Restaurant! Yummy, yummy, yummy” Scooby was already licking his lips.

“Daph?” said Shaggy, having left Fred’s arms, now looking up at something.

“What?” She turned towards him, a questioning look in her blue eyes.

“You memorized the entire road map, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah, and all the cities, towns, and historical sites from across America” she responded, not understanding where his line of thought was going.

“Where exactly Crystal Cove is them?”

“What?” They turned their heads towards Shaggy, then towards were his eyes laid.

Above their heads, a green sigh, one that they should have noticed before, read in big white letters:

CRYSTAL COVE. 3 MILES.

They all looked at Daphne, waiting for the answer.

But her face was getting paler and paler the longer she looked at the sign. Frowning, once in concentration, them in confusion followed by horror, her blue eyes turned to her lovers and their dog, with her words loaded with dread.

“There is no Crystal Cove”

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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Dragon Dancer: Forgotten Princess

I couldn’t stop trembling. I held little Ru’Yi to my body under my shirt and tight against my skin. I knew Chizuru was a quick reference point for teleportation in my mind. What I hadn’t accounted for was the time difference.

I emerged in Japan in the frigid pre dawn hours of the following day. Ru’Yi was whimpering with discomfort. I had to find somewhere warm and fast. Not only that, the cut on my back was killing me. I couldn’t stand up straight and had to shuffle bent over like an old woman.

Chizuru was not like Tokyo. English was spoken here, but only by the young and the rich who had an interest in foreign culture. Most people in Chizuru were locals living local lives and wouldn’t speak anything past ‘hello’.

But I knew that Hydra controlled the police here. They may not have gotten word of my escape yet. I sniffled. My nose and ears had already gone numb. I looked up and spotted a bright light of a late night Ramen stand. As soon as I approached my legs felt the heat of a space heater hidden somewhere in the booth and was near moved to tears at the warmth.

The proprietor eyed me in terror. “No English! No English!”

“Kekkou desu!” I shouted laughing in hopes to reassure him. “Nihongo ga sukoshi hanashimasu, ne...” I told him that it was fine and I can speak a little Japanese. Then I cleared my throat and asked him as clearly as I could, “Where is the police station?”

He paused and looked at me a little closer, his eyes shifting down to the the baby in my arms and the swords at my side.

Chizuru was a major area for gang conflict a year ago. Perhaps this hadn’t changed. Without any further questions, he picked up a phone, pressed a quick dial number and started talking.

The rest of the clientele who had been nervously talking about me in front of my face, suddenly went quiet, pretending I didn’t exist.

The Ramen stand man turned back to me and said in perfectly good English, “Someone will come and pick you up.”

“Thank you...” I sighed with relief. “May I please... have something to eat?”

Without another word, he handed me a bowl of broth and noodles. The steam warmed my face as I devoured them, barely breathing between scoop and swallow. The other clients paid for their meals and left.

“Thank you.” I said, bowing gratefully I as low as I could with my sore back. “I’m sorry for scaring off your other customers.”

“Don’t try to escape.” He said.

My eyes widened and I looked up, down the barrel of his pistol.

A car with dark tinted windows rolled up. Three people got out, yelling in Japanese.

I couldn’t fight without risking Ru’Yi. I put my hand up and let them haul me into the back of the car. The fabric seat pulled at my injury. I cried out and was slapped.

“Who are you? Where are you from!”

“I’m Chu Meixiu! I’m from the US! I’m just a lost tourist!” I shielded my face.

“Lies! Where did you get those swords?” They demanded.

“At a gift shop! Please! I just want to go to the police station!” I pleaded with them. “Please!”

I folded myself over to protect Ru’Yi who was crying yet again. Her voice seemed to give pause. Even the most fierce gangster was reluctant to harm a baby so young.

We drove until the old brick buildings were lit into bright colors by neon lights. Pieces of paper blew about in the streets Rust colored the corners of the windows of convenient stores and small clinics that had seen better days.

From the car, I was taken to an alley way back door. One of them knocked three times and bowed deeply. He said something in Japanese, but one word I heard loud and clear.

“Minamoto.”

The door opened and we were allowed inside. I was transported from a dingy alley in a run down neighborhood to plush surroundings. Wine red patterned carpet covered the floors and dazzling gold fabric covered the walls. A crystal chandelier twinkled from the ceiling. I was hauled into this room, like a sack of common trash and tossed to the floor, forced to kneel.

Gritting my teeth against the pain, I could do nothing when one of my captors pulled Spider Fang and Tongzi from my waist and brought them to a woman standing in the center of this room.

Her long black hair was tied back in a simple pony tail. Her dark eyes stared at me with open malice. She was tall and stood with a regal air in a dark blue Kimono.

The man presented Spider Fang to her with a deep bow and she accepted it, turning it in her hands until her eyes fell on the Gentian crest.

She lifted her eyes to me again. “Where did you get this?”

“If I tell the truth... will you let me go?” I asked.

“That depends on what the truth is...” She lifted her thumb against the guard, unlocking the blade from its sheath.

I took a breath. “My name is Chu Meixiu. The blade was given to my husband at our wedding.”

“Who is your husband?”

“If you ask around, my husband is Lu Mingfei... but my real husband is Chu Zihang.”

“Lu Mingfei... you’re with the Academy.” She turned slightly toward me. “And if you have these then... You are acquainted with that Chisei.”

She pulled the sword all the way out of its sheath. “Are you with Hydra?”

“No...” I shook my head.

She looked at the beautiful gilding on the blade, running her fingers over it. “I’m really supposed to believe that these... precious swords were just... gifted to you?” She gave a little bitter laugh. “Ah... I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”

She lowered the silvery blade to her side. “But I am grateful that these have been returned to me and freed from that imposter.”

I raised my eyes to her.

“Confused?” She asked. She then turned her eyes away, irritated. “You know Chisei as Chisei Gen. But he is not of the Minamoto Clan. He is an imposter. Do you know why?”

“I can guess... Tachibana?”

Her carefully manicured eyebrows lifted, she tilted her head in surprise. “Oh. You’re not entirely ignorant?”

“The team that came over a year ago to investigate his activities? I led it.” I explained.

Her eyes narrowed. “You and the Academy never questioned his origins! According to Hydra, there are two members of the Gen clan left. But there is only one. Me.” She tapped her chest. “Chisei and Chime? They are invaders,” she whispered, her lips lifting in a snarl. “Thieves.”

I lowered my eyes, nodding. “I believe you. And you’re right. It never occurred to me that Minamoto existed before Tachibana’s arrival.” I paused, swallowing. “He killed your family?”

She didn’t answer. When I looked up, she was glaring at me in silence.

“He killed my family too.”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly. She lifted the blade and pushed it back in its sheath. “Chu Meixiu... I haven’t heard that name. Who were you to Tachibana?”

“I was an enemy. I helped kill him.”

Her eyes snapped to me in fury. “Don’t make such bold claims!”

“It’s true! He was an imposter! His real name was Bondarev! We have no disagreements here! He was deeply involved in the Tokyo Crisis and was eliminated by my Cassell team!”

“If that’s the case, then why have they ignored my pleas for restitution and compensation?!”

“I... I can’t answer that... I don’t know. I’m... looking for a place to hide. If you hide me, I’ll be willing to help you get what you want.”

“What I want?” Her face twisted in a smirk. “What I want... Is Chisei’s head on my wall!”

She looked at one of the men. “Take the child.”

“What? No! Stop!” I was kicked to the floor. Pain exploded from my back and I was too stunned to keep them from pulling Ru’Yi from me.

“Bring Chisei here... and your daughter lives.”

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cinemavariety · 4 years

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The Director’s Series: Nicolas Winding Refn

The director series will consist of me concentrating on the filmography of all my favorite directors. I will rank each of their films according to my personal taste. I hope this project will provide everyone with quality recommendations and insight into films that they might not have known about. Today’s director in spotlight is Nicolas Winding Refn

#9 - Fear X (2003) Runtime: 1 hr 31 min Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1 Film Format: 35mm

When his wife is killed in a seemingly random incident Harry, prompted by mysterious visions, journeys to discover the true circumstances surrounding her murder.

Verdict: Refn’s most forgotten about film, even I have a hard time remembering that this film is part of his oeuvre. Nevertheless, Fear X is a quiet and lingering exercise in style. It’s a surrealist film noir with heavy influences from David Lynch. It’s also the first time where Refn began experimenting with color and started to move away from shaky cam.

#8 - The Pusher Trilogy (1996/2004/2005) Runtime: 1 hr 45 min / 1 hr 40 min / 1 hr 30 min Aspect Ratio: 1.66 : 1 / 1.85 : 1 / 1.85 : 1 Film Format: 16mm / 35mm / 35mm

A drug pusher grows increasingly desperate after a botched deal leaves him with a large debt to a ruthless drug lord.

Verdict: I made the decision to categorize all three Pusher films as one entry for this post (otherwise it would just be too many). Nicolas Winding Refn started off his career with the strong crime tale of Pusher, and made the last two films to complete the trilogy after his English language debut Fear X ended up bombing. While I love the first and third entry more than I do the second, all three Pusher films are captivating and anxiety-ridden crime docudramas. It’s a great way to see how far Refn has evolved by starting with these films first.

#7 - Bleeder (1999) Runtime: 1 hr 38 min Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1 Film Format: 35mm

Two stories for the price of one: Lenny works in a video shop and tries to get acquainted with the waitress Lea. Leo can't cope with the pressure of becoming a father, leading to trouble with his pregnant wife and especially her brother.

Verdict: While Bleeder might be Refn’s lowest budget film to date, and not all the violence comes off as extremely convincing, I enjoyed it more than all three Pusher films because of the emotional stakes within the story. Multiple characters lives intertwine and interconnect in oftentimes disastrous circumstances. I also loved how Mads Mikkelsen’s character is a huge film aficionado, all of the scenes he is featured in bring a much needed reprieve from the turmoil and abuse.

#6 - Too Old to Die Young (2019) Runtime: 15 hr Aspect Ratio: 1.85 : 1 Film Format: Arri Alexa Digital

The numb existences of Martin Jones, a police officer with secrets to hide, and Jesus, a traumatized avenging son, collide in a ghostly Los Angeles where several ruthless criminal gangs fight for their turf and dictate who lives and who dies. Verdict: Too Old To Die Young finds the celebrated auteur, Nicolas Winding Refn, sharing his view of humanity and society at its most despicable. All of his usual motifs and creative decisions are employed in full force with Too Old To Die Young, sometimes to an almost unbearable degree unless you are a truth Refn aficionado. His long takes, infinitesimal silences between lines, neon lighting, synth score and characters belonging to a criminal underworld are all utilized to great affect within the series. And while I believe that Refn’s sensibilities are best conveyed through a film medium, the limited series allows Refn to explore what he wants to convey like an artist adding layer upon layer of colors onto a blank palette.

#5 - Bronson (2008) Runtime: 1 hr 32 min Aspect Ratio: 1.85 : 1 Film Format: 35mm

A young man who was sentenced to 7 years in prison for robbing a post office ends up spending 30 years in solitary confinement. During this time, his own personality is supplanted by his alter ego, Charles Bronson. Verdict: Bronson is quite possibly Tom Hardy’s most impressive performance, and that’s saying a lot. It exudes such a hypnotic quality that every time I watch it, it’s as if I am seeing the film for my very first time. It tells the true story of one of Britain’s most infamous criminals.Refn’s visual flair and unique filming style make it unlike any other prison film I’ve ever witnessed. This is the beginnings of Refn’s disinterest in traditional narrative structure.

#4 - Only God Forgives (2013) Runtime: 1 hr 30 min Aspect Ratio: 1.85 : 1 Film Format: Red Epic Digital

Julian, who runs a Thai boxing club as a front organization for his family’s drug smuggling operation, is forced by his mother Crystal to find and kill the individual responsible for his brother’s recent death.

Verdict: This is easily Refn’s most frustrating film. Whenever I watch it, I’m unsure whether I adore it or dislike it. But the fact that it’s the Refn film I have probably revisited the most is extremely telling of the ambience that Refn creates. Only God Forgives is arguably the most beautifully shot film from Nicolas. The neon drenched streets of Bangkok are presented to look like a netherworld. It’s a revenge fantasy thriller mixed with Oedipal undertones. Also, Gosling looks like a treat in every frame.

#3 - Valhalla Rising (2009) Runtime: 1 hr 33 min Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1 Film Format: Red One Digital

1000 AD, for years, One Eye, a mute warrior of supernatural strength, has been held prisoner by the Norse chieftain Barde. Aided by Are, a boy slave, One Eye slays his captor and together he and Are escape, beginning a journey into the heart of darkness. On their flight, One Eye and Are board a Viking vessel, but the ship is soon engulfed by an endless fog that clears only as the crew sights an unknown land. As the new world reveals its secrets and the Vikings confront their terrible and bloody fate, One Eye discovers his true self.

Verdict: Valhalla Rising is Refn’s dirtiest and bloodiest work, and it certainly finds the director at his most surreal and existential. If anyone wants to know a film that epitomized what it means to be considered art house - this is it. It’s a film about a slave finding emancipation from his tyrannous slave owners, and finds himself on a doomed voyage to the New World with a group of fanatical Christian vikings. The story is told in separate chapters, with each section the audience finds itself traveling down a rabbit hole that resembles something of an acid try gone awry.

#2 - The Neon Demon (2016) Runtime: 1 hr 57 min Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1 Film Format: Arri Alexa XT Plus Digital

When aspiring model Jesse moves to Los Angeles, her youth and vitality are devoured by a group of beauty-obsessed women who will take any means necessary to get what she has.

Verdict: The Neon Demon has grown to become my second favorite movie from Nicolas. The film succeeds in shedding light on the hedonistic lifestyle of deranged young women in a tongue-in-cheek, almost satirical fashion. It’s one of the best looking Refn films to date, with even banal or commonplace locations drenched in neon hues. Composer Cliff Martinez outdoes himself with the synth-heavy score which guides the audience along a fairytale of horrors. In Refn’s surreal vision of Los Angeles there is no such thing as going too far to reach fame, even if it means bloodshed. As one character says in the film: “Beauty isn’t everything, it’s the only thing.” It would be nice to write off this statement as pure subjectivity, but what else has the media taught us but this ideal?

#1 - Drive (2011) Runtime: 1 hr 40 min Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1 Film Format: Arri Alexa & Cooke S4 Digital

A Hollywood stunt performer who moonlights as a wheelman for criminals discovers that a contract has been put on him after a heist gone wrong.

Verdict: Seeing Drive in theatres back in 2011, without even having seen a film from Refn and not knowing much of the plot in general, is hands down one of the most memorable and inspiring theatrical experiences I ever had. Drive, among many other films that came out around that time, acted as a catalyst for me to branch out and discover more independent and arthouse filmmakers. I believe that it is undoubtedly Refn’s best film, and I might dare say that might be credited to the fact that is one of the only Refn films in which he didn’t write. These characters, while quiet and mysterious, have more depth to them than any of his others. The quiet romance between Drive and Irene provide more emotional stakes than any of his other works as well. All the elements of Drive complement each other and build off of each other. As cheesy as it may sound, if any film could be considered cool - it’s this. It’s already gained a cult status and it will most definitely go down in history as one of the most beautiful crime noirs ever made.

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agirlinhell · 5 years

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Just in case y’all missed it or didn’t look at Clementine’s updated bio, here are a few things you need to know that are a distinct and unique part of my portrayal of her that I DO NOT want anyone stealing! Beware of spoilers and mature themes and post length! If you see anyone stealing these headcanons, please IM me.

-Clementine is an eclectic witch with an intrigue for the occult and all things magical. She takes elements from African Witchcraft, Animism, Art Witchcraft, Astrology Witchcraft, Crystal Witchcraft, Dianic Witchcraft, Divination, Elemental Witchcraft, Kemeticism, Floral Witchcraft, Green Witchcraft, Hearth / Kitchen Witchcraft, Hellenism, Lunar Witchcraft, Musical Witchcraft, Sea / Water Witchcraft and Hoodoo to make her own type of magic.

-Clementine is demibiromantic and demibisexual - most times she has no preference between men and women, but sometimes this fluctuates in preferences, i.e sometimes she prefers the company of males over females and vice versa.

-When she was younger, from ages eight to eleven, she would start to draw vent art, especially after the incident at the St. John’s Dairy - and often times this consisted of rather dark imagery. She stopped at age twelve.

-Clementine is racially ambiguous. She identifies as Black / African-American, but it is possible that she may be descended from other none-African races further back in the family tree, though this is debatable. Regardless, Clementine does not know her true heritage nor is it likely she ever will, and it’s not like she can take a DNA test. However, regardless of belief, it's highly unlikely that Clementine will ever know her true heritage, and as such, she identifies as Black / African-American, even if there is the possibility of her being mixed.

-Clementine identifies as Cisgender Female / Demigirl so thus she uses she/her/ and they/them pronouns. She’s still experimenting with her gender identity and discovering herself.

-Clementine is very androgynous, especially in her youth during the events of Season Two. Many individuals at Howe’s thought she was a boy.

-In her default verse, Clementine is eighteen, as it is set a few months after the events of The Final Season.

-Clementine is a proud Scorpio - and a Scorpio Queen at that.

-In her default verse, Clementine is leader and Headmistress of Ericson’s Boarding School For Troubled Youth, to which it is later renamed The Enlightenment - Aasim is the one who came up with the name because the previous suggestions that Violet gave out were considered quite informal but Clementine and Violet sometimes call the school the name they chose as a private joke.

-The Enlightenment is not only a settlement in it’s own right, but it also doubles as a sanctuary for the lost and the refugees from the wars outside of their borders and an actual school in the apocalypse. The settlement becomes formidable and renown for it’s neutrality and safe environment, and survivors from more established communities send their children to learn there.

-Clem was raised in a mild Christian household before the outbreak; she was an agnostic during the events of Season Two to Season Three: A New Frontier, and in present time, she is Pantheistic and a believer of the Greek Pantheon but will occasionally pray to and brings offerings to Egyptian gods such as Bastet and Sekhmet. She mostly prays and brings offerings to Hecate, Persephone, Aphrodite, Athena and Artemis, but will also pray to Apollo, Demeter, Dionysus, Hermes, Hestia, Harmonia, Nemesis, the Muses and the Charites. Yet her patron goddess that she prays to most will always be Hecate, the goddess of crossroads, entrance-ways, light, the night, the moon, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, ghosts, sorcery and necromancy. Despite all this, she is very open minded to other religions and faiths, and even those who don’t have a faith.

-She believes in past lives and reincarnation, and that there is life on other planets.

-Honestly, at this point, after seeing humans literally rise from the dead and start devouring people, she’ll most likely believe in anything considered “occult”, “mystical” or “magical”.

-She speaks English (mother tongue), Spanish (intermediate, taught by the Garcia family), French (beginner, self taught, Louis teaches her a bit as well), American Sign Language (in a verse where Louis loses his tongue, self taught, intermediate, post-The Final Season), Latin (self taught, beginner, post-The Final Season), and Korean (beginner, taught by James, post-The Final Season) in default. She hopes she can learn more languages in the future, because of just how essential it is for communication in the apocalypse.

-Clementine has up to the middle of her calf on her left leg amputated by AJ after she was bit by a walker - often uses crutches to move around, but this advances to using a wheelchair or riding on her mare, Epona, when she wants to speed up her pace, and this evolves into a wooden foot and then a prosthetic foot via trade with other settlements.

-What is truly concerning, however, is her mental health: Clementine is psychologically damaged. Depressive disorder, PTSD, Anxiety, abandonment issues, suffers with hallucinatory episodes from time to time, she is an insomniac. Survivor's guilt. Self-loathing tendencies. Sociopathic tendencies. Suicidal tendencies. Possible messiah complex. She has the possibility of becoming an addict to drugs or alcohol if she is not careful and has suffered from substance abuse after her exile from The New Frontier whilst in Prescott at a young age. She could potentially have a "hero complex," with her inherent desire to help those around her, despite being unable to help herself, and having a compulsion to make the world right. She dislikes her reality which is mostly portrayed as polluted, dull and disheartening, full of the dead walking among the living, human trafficking, anarchy and homelessness, and struggles to cope with everyday life but it has improved post-The Final Season.

-Clementine's lived in borderline poverty and homelessness for most of her young life and she has faced the possibility of prostitution at a very young age in Prescott in order to survive and this obviously leads her to having trust issues. Clementine was for the most part, lonely, and did not have friends or family, as everyone else had either betrayed her or died.

-She has heightened senses.

-Clementine also has a deep fear of illness. She lived for a very long time in the wilderness with the groups she’s been with, especially in Larry’s case and his frequent heart attacks to the point where it indirectly lead to his own death by Kenny’s hands and then lived on the streets of Prescott and received very minimal medical care, for this, she can be absurdly clean to the point it’s a little jarring. Even a simple cold can make her worry as she had no way to provide for herself if ill, it reminds her of the extreme situations she endured.

-She suffers in silence as a survivor of sexual abuse - she has never told anyone of her experiences.

-She's self harmed and attempted suicide on multiple occasions in her past, both at a very young age. She hasn’t done either of these things since she was twelve years old.

-Clem still dreams of Lee and her loved ones and talks to them as if they were still there with her.

-While Clementine is not completely cured of her depression and her mental illnesses, it is also noticeable that she is no longer suffering from it as much as she was before, and some of her mental health is under her control.

-Clem worked as a Former Supply Runner, Patroller, Hunter, Medic and Fighter for The New Frontier.

-She was a Former Spy, Beggar, Thief, Arsonist and Child Mercenary For Hire and has been a Bar Owner and a Businesswoman of many trades - almost that of a Gang Leader in Prescott - all at a young age.

-Clementine ends up taking Tennessee and Willy under her wing and thinks of them almost the same way as she would AJ - her younger brothers or her sons - it’s complicated, but she loves them very much.

-After the events of The Final Season, Tenn shows up quite often in her room at night because he cannot sleep due to the recent trauma he’s endured and asks her for advice or alternatively, to sing him to sleep. She gladly does so.

-Clementine’s maternal grandmother was a Voodoo practitioner. Clem can still remember her, but only vaguely. Her grandmother had intended on teaching her granddaughter Voodoo but the outbreak hit before she could.

-Post-The Final Season, Clementine and the group takes care of nine stray cats who she’s named Luna, Hazel, Sol, Serena, Rai, Brynjar, Oreo, Pepper, and Stella. She and AJ take care of a little box turtle that they’ve named Franklin. Three stray, friendly foxes also make their way around the school, a white fox, a black fox, and a red fox, to which Clementine and the group began naming Aurora, Agni and Aenar. Determinantly, Clementine has her own horse that she stole from the Delta and named it Epona after the mare began taking a liking to the girl. Clementine rides her often whenever she feels stressed and they share a great bond.

-Clementine’s full name is Clementine Maria Jasmine Cree, but will use the surname Everett in honor of her protector and adoptive father figure. “Clementine” is “Mercy” in Latin, “Maria” is the Latinized form of “Mary” whom is a respected figure in many religions - notably Christianity and Islam - whom is the mother of the savior of the world; it has several different meanings: “sea of bitterness”, “sea of sorrow”, “rebellion”, “wished-for-child” and “mistress or lady of the sea.”, “Jasmine” is a Persian word meaning “Gift from God” or “God’s Gift” and it is also named after the Jasmine flower, which holds significant cultural, symbolic and religious significance in countries like India, Hawaii, Indonesia, Pakistan, the Philippines, Syria, Thailand and the United States. It symbolizes motherhood, love, respect, beauty, sensuality, appreciation, good luck, purity, and romance. “Cree” means “Highly Spirited”. “Everett” - a surname that Clementine takes on as a momentum to her mentor, Lee Everett, comes from the Old English word eoforheard which means “brave as a wild boar”.

-She is directly descended from a Voodoo Queen in New Orleans, she also has ancestral ties to the Maroons and many of her ancestors were bokor or caplata, meaning male and female Vodou witches. Many of her recent ancestors were skilled in music. Her relations tie back to Ancient Egypt and other great African empires, many of them were explorers, travelers and sailors, whilst others were horsemen and feared archers and warriors. Clementine has no knowledge of any of this, nor is it likely she ever will discover this revelation.

-Post-The Final Season, Clementine lets her hair grow out a little longer. She lets her hair loose, especially when the colder seasons pass through as it covers her neck and just past her shoulderblades. When styling her hair, she often chooses protective styles in traditional African styles such as Afro Puffs, Bantu Knots, braids, and cornrows.

-As an eclectic witch, she likes using glyphs, sigils, runes, colored candles, metals, herbs, oils, crystals, special stones, rocks, seashells, animal skulls, flowers and plants to use in her spells and to decorate her room. She has a grimoire that she write her past in, the history of magic and how she initiated, an appendix of crystals, herbs, plants and trees, spells, ingredients, prayers, incantations, rituals, holidays, zodiacs, planets and celestial bodies, gods/goddesses/deities, their powers and how to worship them, the planes of existence, animals, mythical creatures, demonology, dragonlore, necromancy, the dark arts, books to use as references, colors, altars, recipes while cooking / baking in spells, magical objects, spiritualism, mythologies of several cultures around the world, symbols, sigils, the phases of the moon, flower language from the Victorian Era and fan language. Luckily, the school is quite large and the library is being rebuilt and books are generously donated by other settlements through trade. Clementine’s knowledge skyrockets in adulthood, quite impressive for a girl who had once been in first grade.

-In the colder seasons, such as autumn and winter, she tends to wear more to clothing with furs on and inside them if she manages to acquire them. Some of the outfits she wears consists of her own homemade outfits of animal furs she had skinned herself. Clementine wears an Omega necklace that Louis gives her, symbolizing the end of something. In current plots, she wears a opal crystal pendant necklace around her neck, hanging down to about her chest as a gift from The Commonwealth; it’s her birthstone and she believes it could grant her luck among other things. She often makes her friends and family fur cloaks to keep them warm.

-She begins taking an intrigue in playing musical instruments, notably the piano, but has started playing the flute, the violin and the harp. Clem is mostly focused on learning her piano lessons as of now, though.

#YOU'RE A WEAPON GIRL &&. WEAPONS DON'T WEEP. ( HEADCANONS. )

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Thoughts on the Chinese DotA Animated Series, The Tower Will Go On, and its two main characters

It’s been five years since this animated series based on Warcraft 3 Dota was made. The fan forum is still alive, and it’s amazing to witness the fan dedication to this work, in the form of essays, debates and even a ridiculously detailed second-by-second analysis of the opening theme.

But I barely got a glimpse of those essays before they were removed, apparently to be scrutinized by their internet police for objectionable content. The series itself has also been taken off all China websites, such that China’s fans themselves can’t watch them even if they wanted to revisit. Which makes me so glad that I have all the episodes in HD.

Anyway, on to the show itself. It’s divided into two parts:

Season One is about Crystal Maiden forming her rag-tag team of Radiant/Sentinel heroes. It’s light-hearted and full of jokes. The heroes die a lot and revive at the fountain every time. Sniper’s death count reaches above 300 at one point.

Season Two (titled Death for the Reborn) is darker as the team clashes with the Dire/Scourge and the war intensifies. The plot gets more complicated with internal factions, spying and conspiracies. The rules change: the river that revives dead heroes gets corrupted, so deaths are permanent.

One’s reaction to this show would likely be: “No! This isn’t Dota. This isn’t Invoker at all! What travesty is this?!”

But first, let’s consider these two things:

Firstly, the story is set in the game map. All hero skills and items stay faithful to the game. There is no ‘lore’ to speak of, as this series came out before Valve took over Dota. During that period, ownership of Dota was attributed to Ice Frog, who’s referenced in episode 2.

Eul’s Scepter in the show

Old Eul’s Scepter in Dota 1

Secondly, it’s fan-made. And as with all fan creations, anything’s possible.

For example,

It’s possible for Bloodseeker to be gay with a jungle creep(centaur) and foster a baby centaur.

Bloodseeker X Jungle Centaur in the show

Old Strygwyr in Dota 1

It’s possible for a carry to be so fed, he’s ten times the size of another:

Daddy Doom and his Little QuoP

Love it or hate it, this fan tribute to Dota is in a class of its own. It’s entertained me for hours, made me laugh, sigh, cringe, think; it was one hell of a nostalgic ride back to Warcraft Dota days. And it will always have a special place in my heart.

And now, on to the main characters…

The protagonist - a tribute to Support Heroes

‘Little Ice’ (China’s pet name for Crystal Maiden) is a fan-service kind of character whose appeal is mostly sexual and emotional. I won’t talk much about her but I won’t write her off completely either.

So Little Ice starts off with a dream to rise above her destiny as a position 5 support. She’s left her team carry (Dragon Knight) as she resents him for being overbearing and overly task-oriented. (It’s unclear what’s the relationship between the two, though they hug a couple of times). She tries to carve a career for herself, forming her own rag-tag team. But reality is a wet blanket, and like her role in the game, her impact on the story is limited and she ends up having her heart broken several times.

Old Crystal Maiden from Warcraft 3 Dota

In the show, she is depicted as a klutz with a bad sense of direction and is sometimes impulsive, casting Freezing Field at the most ridiculous, anti-climactic moment and generally doing stuff that would be considered ‘bad decision making’ in the game.

But despite her limitations, the girl has a mind of her own. She stands firm in her beliefs and is courageous enough to try to protect her male teammates. Even when said teammate is the Dragon Knight being bashed up by Roshan.

She is also fiercely loyal, refusing to abandon the dying Bristleback and instead managing to persuade DK to risk a Roshan fight to get the Aegis.

Overall, I’d say her character serves two purposes here: as a shoutout to under-appreciated Support players, and as a symbol of innocence. This trait of hers is seen as a weakness and is used to comical effect, yet, at the same time it is also something to be prized and guarded. The Queen of Pain (portrayed as a man-hater with lesbian tendencies) mocks her several times for her naivety, yet she admits that CM represents the innocence that she’s lost and that she needs to protect.

From Zero to (Anti) Hero

The central character, Kael (pronounced Ka-er, I’ll refer to him as Carl since it matches the Chinese pronunciation) appears in the second episode and drives the entire story with his zero to anti-hero arc. The title of Season Two refers to him being reborn from the ashes (he was Doomed and almost killed in a fire). He is the only one besides QoP to have a backstory (both underwent the trauma of having their entire homeland and families destroyed).

Invoker from Warcraft 3 Dota

Invoker from Season One of the show

Invoker from Season Two

While this Invoker is as OOC as he can get, there’s no denying the detail that has been put into his design. For example, in Season 2 his orbs are actually faces, perhaps representing the connection of Invoker’s volatile temperament to his elemental powers.

Just as the two parts of the show are divided into a dichotomy of light and dark, there are two different depictions of Invoker in each part.

Season One Invoker

If you’ve ever played this hero, Season One will remind you of how it felt the very first time you tried him in a game. Clueless, powerless, the butt of your teammates’ jokes perhaps.

Carl first appears in episode two quoting that famous line from Shakespeare’s Hamlet. It sounds really pretentious (not that surprising for Carl), but considering that Hamlet killed someone by accident in the play, it’s also a kind of foreshadowing of what will happen later on.

So Carl is introduced as a depressed guy trying to hang himself. In a comically tragic manner, he tells his story as a former prince who lost his home, sought refuge with the Dire/Scourge but is constantly scorned for being useless as he hasn’t figured out his spells.

With a background like that, who wouldn’t be damaged for life? But CM sees him as even more vulnerable than her, and he brings out the encouraging and protective side of her. Of course, the naive part of her ignores the fact that he is a defector from the enemy side.

Carl is of course extremely grateful, having found the acceptance he’s always longed for, and one can see the beginning of a pure, somewhat platonic love between the two.

In China, Invoker/CM are almost regarded as canon pairing, with roots going back to Kael’thas/Jaina from Warcraft.

Initially, she brings out the good qualities in him, such as courage and self-sacrifice. Noob Carl is actually quite lovable, even willing to take one for the team by ‘donating’ blood to the Bloodseeker. He forges a strong friendship with the gang and they have a lot of fun fending off their one enemy in Season One.

Although he’s harmless at this point, his uselessness repeatedly emphasized by all characters, there are glimpses of his more complicated self, such as when he uses his knowledge and cunning to get the team out of trouble. More foreshadowing of who he is to become is given by the Queen of Pain, who tries in vain to warn CM about his potential for evil.

Meteoric Rise to Power

Two events serve as catalysts to the awakening of his powers. First there’s the excessively bloody whipping that Queen of Pain gives him, just because she feels like it. This happens in the middle of a team fight and in his state of desperation, it is his thoughts of CM (whose nickname is literally, Little Ice Ice) that unlocks his first skill, Ghostwalk. At the same time, the sinister side of him awakens as he turns the tables on the Queen and blinds her in one eye before burying her alive.

And then he gets punished by Doom, who’s rather high up in the hierarchy here. Doom (whom everyone calls ‘Daddy’) is furious to find out that his beloved god-daughter, his Little QuoP has been hurt. He finds out about this in an interesting manner - by devouring the jungle centaur that witnessed the incident.

Doom: WHO ATE THE COOKIES?

Tiny, CM, etc: (keeps quiet)

Doom: Very well, I shall find out the truth (devours jungle creep).

(everyone watches on nervously)

Doom: …CARL!

Carl: Yes Daddy?

Doom: How dare you eat my cookies!

Carl: I don’t get what you’re talking about, Daddy

Doom: You’ll get THIS, you little shit.

Season Two Invoker

After being doomed and running into the forest in agony, Carl goes missing for a while. A flashback later shows Dazzle’s saved him and bandaged him up like a mummy. By chance, Windranger finds him when her Powershot arrow accidentally hits him. Probably out of guilt, she brings him home and cares for him for three months. When Ogre Magi harasses WR and sets her house on fire, Carl rises from the ashes with a complete makeover, a costume change, full mastery of magic and a marked change in personality. The change feels really abrupt and I’d have preferred something more gradual. But the writers probably wanted a striking contrast between the two seasons.

So he helps her fend off the Ogre and she falls in love with him. But he stays true to CM.

Despite what this shot in the opening theme suggests, WR doesn’t force herself on him. She’s really cool.

In Season Two, Carl’s personality becomes much more conflicted, longing to return to CM yet afraid to endanger her with Doom hot on his heels. While she thinks about him in her quiet moments, he watches over her in invisible form. The next triggering event is when the Dragon Knight beats him to rushing to CM’s rescue. He is consumed by jealousy and the fire element comes to the forefront. From then on, his emotional instability deteriorates further, and with some goading from Dazzle, he forms a plan to destroy DK with Ancient Apparition’s Ice Blast dealing the killing blow.

However that plan goes tragically wrong when his old friend Bristleback walks into the Sunstrike spot. One mistake leads to another, and he ends up killing QuoP as well. That confrontation between the two is one of the most dramatic scenes I’ve ever seen. When the Queen threatens to reveal his bad deeds to CM, he starts grovelling and begging her for forgiveness, but it turns out it’s all an act allowing him to get close to her for a tornado. Despite the cringeyness there is a special kind of satisfaction in seeing one’s favourite video game character display the whole range of emotions, just as it’s satisfying seeing him perform the whole shebang of spells after being abused for the first ten episodes.

Carl’s final move is one that completely breaks CM’s heart. He steals the Aegis meant for saving Bristleback’s life. However, his motivation isn’t very clear and was the topic of much debate and speculation among the Chinese fans at that time. But going by his character’s trajectory, it’s highly likely he’s doing it for self-preservation. After all, Doom’s absolutely livid that he’s killed QuoP and the Aegis is his only chance at standing against Big Daddy Doom. But the ending leaves questions unanswered. Now that he’s pissed off both sides, what’s to become of him? Is his character totally irredeemable? How will the war end? Season Three was supposed to be in the works, but never materialized.

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Jessica Barnes: Jr. CEO

Summary: Company takeover isn’t what you think.

Pairing: CEO Daddy! Bucky Barnes x Daughter! Jessica Marie Barnes

Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson

Scott Lang and Peter Parker

Word Count:1,352

Warnings: None

A/N: This is a rewrite. Any punctuation errors are mine. Ooops!!!

Beta: @rebelslicious ILY!

“Exquisite Designs,” a commercial architectural firm owned by James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers, longtime friends, boasted some of New York’s wealthiest clients. For over 15 years, the firm built some of the most elegant office buildings dotting the skyline in New York City.

Their number one client, Stark and Wilson Land Developing, is in the process of adding a new wing to the Brain and Cancer Research Center at Mt. Sinai’s Children’s Hospital. This project is special to Bucky. His wife, Lillian, died from a brain aneurysm, leaving behind an adorable daughter with rich brown hair like Bucky and hypnotic amber eyes identical to Lillian’s.

Now 5 years old, Jessica Marie, whose middle name is the same as her mothers, is the light in her daddy’s life. After his wife’s death, Bucky retreated into depression and couldn’t care for Jess properly. Offering assistance, Jessica’s grandparents moved in with Bucky, while Steve assumed the role as CEO.

Even though Jess was surrounded by her grandparents and other relatives, she longed for the one person; her daddy. Clearing his foggy mind, Bucky planned a trip to Maui with his daughter for some much needed father/daughter time.

Boarding his private jet, Jessica and Bucky made their way to crystal clear water and white sandy beaches. Tucked away in his luggage were photo albums, holding pages after pages of heartwarming memories.

Sitting in Bucky’s lap, Jess wiped tears cascading down Bucky’s face. “Daddy, don’t be sad. Mommy is in Heaven. She can see us, just look up.”

Turning her gaze towards a cloudless sky, Jess smiled.“Mommy told me to take care of you.”

“Thank you Jess. I love you so much. Please forgive me for not spending time with you. Your momma was my world. Following her death, life just wasn’t the same. I neglected the one person who needed me the most; YOU!”

“Daddy, it’s okay.” “No baby, it’s not. From now on, I’ll take more time off.” “Really?? Yippee!”

Returning home, Bucky unveiled plans for “The Lillian Marie Barnes Child Care Center.” Free for all employees of the firm. Parents no longer had to worry about their little ones while at work. Children 1-4 years of age were cared for my a professional staff. This freed up time and bolstered moral.

WIth the Howard and Maria Stark Children’s Wing on schedule, Peter Parker, Director of Marketing, pitched an idea to Bucky.

Gathered around the spacious cherrywood table were upper management and their executive assistants. Facilitating the meeting, Peter laid out his plans for “Kids Takeover the Firm.” “I thought it would be fun to take a day off and let the kids run the company. We’ve worked extremely hard to meet deadlines and it’s been accomplished.” Everyone listened attentively.

“Have you decided on a date?” Bucky leaned on the table.

“How about this Saturday? The phone lines won’t be operational just in case one of the kids decides to call out. Our answering service would alert us if it happened.” Peter flashed a huge smile.

Steve interjected, “You might be onto something Peter. I’m sure they would love to dress up and play Jr. Executives for a day.”

Nat and Clint’s twins, Mason and Jason would serve as Jr. Executive Assistants to the Jr. CEO.

Steve agreed, “Jessica should serve as Jr. CEO.”

Bucky couldn’t believe his ears. “Are you sure? I don’t want any favoritism.”

“She’d make a great Jr. CEO!” Wanda’s eyes sparkled.

“All right. We’ll take the remainder of the day off and prepare our little ones for work!.” Alone in the room, Bucky thought of his wife. “Lillie, you’d be proud. I love and miss you, darling.”

Bucky made his way to Jessica’s class. She immediately sprinted to his arms.“Hi sweetheart. How’s my girl?”

“I’m fine daddy. We had a good day in class. I said my ABC’S and numbers.”

“What? My goodness you’re smart!” Bucky kissed her cheek, nose and forehead.

“Guess what? On Saturday, kids get to takeover the company for a day. You’ve been deemed Jr. CEO.”

Unable to contain her enthusiasm, Jess jumped on her toes. Pumping her fists in the air, Jessica

Jumped around declaring “I’M THE BOSS...I’M THE BOSS!!!”

“Peanut, there’s more to being CEO. Remember to always treat your employees with respect.”

“Okay daddy. I’ll be good.”

“How about a shopping trip? You’ll need new clothes, briefcase and shoes!”

“Let’s go!!!”

TIME FOR WORK

At 8:00 on the dot, decked out in her navy blue suit, briefcase and phone, Jessica Marie Barnes, Jr. CEO, reported for work.

Natasha’s twins Mason and Jason, donned brown two-piece suits, cream shirts, brown striped ties.. Malachi Rogers sported a gray 3 piece suit, powder blue shirt, and solid tie. Wanda, Scott and Sam’s kids were razor sharp!

Parents and kids gathered in the small conference room. The kids were hyped to get the show on the road.

“I must admit, this is the best dressed staff in all of New York.” Bucky beamed, “Jessica, you have the floor.”

“Thank you Mr. Barnes. Good morning. My name is Jessica Barnes but you can call me Jess. It’s time for our morning meeting. Follow me to the small room.”

How much trouble could 3, 4 and 5 year olds get into? Yikes!

Parents applauded as Jess led her friends to another conference room set-up with breakfast sandwiches, fruit, pastry and juice boxes.

Munching on a sausage and biscuit, Malachi announced, “Okay, folks. We have a lot of work to do. There’s a meeting with people who want something built.”

One little lady asked, “Mr. Drant, who?” Malachi replied, “I dunno let’s make something up.”

Someone forgot what could happen if kids consume copious amounts of S.U.G.A.R.

Jess, Malachi, Mason and Jason wandered away from the others and ended up in one of the copy rooms. Mason, with wide eyed wonder, suggested making copies of their faces. How they turned the machine on is one of life’s biggest mysteries. They took turns copying faces, arms and legs. Jason, however, took it one step further. He sat on the machine and took a picture of his bottom.

Next, a group of 3 year olds snuck into a few offices with sticky hands, pressing on the keyboards. Yep, they made a mess.

Not to be left out, Jessica and the gang visited the employee break room. The refrigerator and lower cabinets were raided. They devoured sandwiches, chips, Christmas candy, and cookies leftover from an office meeting.

Smeared on the pristine white walls were tiny chocolate handprints, water and orange juice got spilled onto the floor, and a few kids ate too much. The room was an absolute MESS.

Mason and Jason tried to clean up the spilled juice throwing paper towels on the floor. Malachi retrieved a mop, attempting to clean up.

Instead, he slipped, face first, soiling his new suit. Jessica, completely flustered, plopped on the floor in tears.

Quiet kids = disaster! Parents converged on the breakroom, surveying the damage. Bucky murmured, “What the hell happened in here?”

Shaking his head, the parents pulled out their phones capturing the moment.

Bucky and Steve stood in awe of their Jr. CEO and COO. “Buck, what a mess. Do you need me to stay?”

“Nah, I’ll stay behind till the cleaning crew finishes. Jess can sleep in my office.”

Steve thanked everyone for participating. He declared Monday an extra day off for the kids to recuperate.

“Kids Takeover the Firm” turned out to be a huge hit for children and parents. Jessica Barnes reign as CEO ended. Moving a piece of stray hair from her forehead, Bucky smiled. “Sleep well princess. Daddy loves you. Mommy sends her love from Heaven.”

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Infinity Girl Life: The Red Witch - Chapter 1

Helloooo! I’m Galaxy Gemm and unfortunately that’s not my real name. I saw HTTYD 3 spoilers and I’m psychologically damaged. I started going to a psychologist. So in this fanfic and in any of my fan fiction HTTYD 3 won’t happen. Only Light Furies and the gang’s outfits will be written in it from HTTYD 3. It will be a crossover fanfic but not with only one world. Every movies, series, books will be connected and they’re gonna travel from one to another. So because there are gonna be a lot of worlds, I’m going to add it under the universe that they’re going to spend the most time in. Now, enjoy reading my Infinity Girls AU!!!!

Galaxy’s P.O.V.

Hi, I’m Galaxy Gemm. I’m a universe traveller and the Guardian of the Galaxy Orbs. I’m 13 years old. On the second day of April I will be 14. I have an older brother Fixxer Gemm. His wife’s name is Analuni Gemm. I have a boyfriend, his name is Lo Ringo. We both have dragons. I have a Violent Silence and he has a Rambarge. Their names are Gaia and Legend. I also have a chihuahua with the name Liza. I made her a special saddle to put her in on Gaia. We travel the multiverse, save it and hang out with our friends from the different parts of it. I’m the leader of the Infinity Girls. We’re guardians. My best friends aside from the Infinity Girls are Bridgette Rainbow, Swammi Castro, Amy Coopers and Lily Peterson. Now, how about I tell you more about Infinity Girls and Group Infinity and less about myself. Here we go!

The Infinity Girls consist if nine members. They’re all the guardian of different things. The Galaxy Orbs, Dragons, Stars, Technology, Weathers, Fairytails, Animals, Sirens and Forests. In the beginning of time, nine girls were chosen by the Galaxy Orbs for their bravery, self-confidence, kind hearts, honesty, loyalty, courage, generosity, kindness, generosity and many more good traits. The duties given to them was to protect the multiverse. So they formed a group and called themselves Infinity Girls. Back then it sounded more like ‘Aquost Jier’. Then other creatures wanted to help them so they created Group Infinity where anyone could join and be trained to fight. Near to the end of their lives they looked at the future and chose a girl with the same traits. When they were seconds away from death they transferred their powers to the unborn babies. The ritual continued with every guardian. Right now there are new guardians. I’m the Guardian of the Galaxy Orbs. Astrid Hofferson is the Guardian of Dragons. Stellar Lucitor is the Guardian of the Stars. Holley Shiftwell is the Guardian of Technology. Misty Vampirey is the Guardian of Weathers. Farah Longtaille is the Guardian of Fairytails. Fuli Cheeta is the Guardian of Animals. Roxanne Seery is the Guardian of Sirens. Viper Moons is the Guardian of the Forests.

7 years ago there was a witch that tried to hunt us down. To be on the safe side we faked our deaths and hid in our homes. Where we live no one knows, and no one where we live knows about our true identities. But it all changes when a report arrives to Berk.

No One’s P.O.V.: 13.09.2017

Astrid strolled through the village with her Deadly Nadder, Stormfly, in tow. She was searching for the newly named chief and her long time boyfriend. After a short walk she spotted him talking to some men. Probably about the village re-constructions. She stopped a few meters away and looked around. Deadly Nadders with or without riders were melting down the ice spikes that the dark Bewilderbeast had shot. Monstrous Nightmares and Gronckles were hauling wood from one place to another. Different species of dragons were holding up the woods so Vikings could nail them into place. Some of the dragons were on lunch break, devouring fish from the feeding stations. Hatchlings were playing around and biting on other dragons’ tails. Astrid suddenly felt two pair of arms wind around her waist. She let herself to be pulled against a warm chest. “Good afternoon, Milady.” Hiccup whispered into her ear. “Hi, Babe!” Astrid greeted back. Astrid turned around in his arms and pecked him on the lips. Astrid smiled up at him. For a moment they stared into each others eyes. She saw the sadness and uneasiness in his eyes. She gave a small sad smile. She raised on her toes and kissed each of his eyes. When her feet was fully on the ground she looked back at him and saw that his pupils were dilated and filled with love and lust. She gasped slightly, knowing what it meant. Hiccup smirked and pulled her by her waist into the forge, which was fortunately nearby. Their dragons didn’t bother following, knowing exactly what they were about to do. Hiccup opened the wooden door that separated his private office from the main forge. There used to be a curtain but when Astrid started to come with innapropriate intentions he installed a door with a lock. He turned around and let go of her waist to lock the door. Then turned around and pinned her to the door with his lips moving swiftly and softly across hers. Astrid gasped slightly but started to kiss back. She parted her lips and swiped her tongue across his teeth which were already waiting for her. Astrid jumped and wrapped her legs around his hips. She grounded against him and moaned when he growled against her mouth and when she felt his hardness dig into her. Astrid’s mind was dizzy but was able to stop herself from going any further. “Hiccup… we have to stop..” Astrid was able to whisper out in between pants. “No, we don’t.” Hiccup said in a very low seductive voice. “We have… oooh.. a week to-ooogether…” Astrid managed out while Hiccup was kissing down from her jaw to her collarbone. Astrid whined when Hiccup pulled away from her to look at her. “What do you mean?” He asked. Astrid’s legs were still tightly wrapped around his hips and he could feel her wetness through all the layers she had on. She tried to lean in to kiss him but he didn’t let her. Astrid looked at him with pleading eyes and when she saw the curiosity in his eyes she let out a frustrated groan. “I talked with your mom, Gobber and Spitelout. They’re gonna be in charge of Berk while we go on a much needed relaxing vacation.” Astrid explained with a frown. Hiccup sighed. “You know I can’t. The people need m-“, “The people know that you went through worse than them and that you’re working harder than them. And I knew you’d say something like this and I’ve talked to almost all the villagers and they agree with me. Please Hiccup.” Astrid looked at him with begging eyes. “Fine.” Hiccup nestled his face in her neck and answered. Wanting to tease him like always, she jumped off of him and turned around to unlock the door. “Well, thanks for agreeing! Not that you had any other choice in mind in the situations.” Astrid said cheerfully and gave a pointed look to his crotch. “See you later, Babe!” Astrid shouted at him while exiting the forge. “Really mature, Astrid.”

Astrid walked through the forest by herself. She needed some time to think. She went to the Cove. She hopped down from the rocks. She walked towards the rock wall and whistled a Night Fury cry. The wall started to glow blue with ancient letters and symbols in an order and pattern. The wall went down into the ground and let Astrid walk in. She walked through a corridor that was same as the door. The walls were filled with writings in ancient alphabets and symbols. At the end of the corridor was a large room. A crystal table with nine matching thrones. On top of the thrones were different gems shaped as infinity symbols. Astrid sat down with the blue diamond and discarded her left arms from its warmers. Underneath was a black string wrapped a few times around the lower part of her forearm with an infinity symbol dangling from it. Astrid stared at it, recalling all the adventures she had up until when she was 13 years old. She sighed and slowly caressed the throne.

Suddenly the blue gem above her started to glow repeatedly and so did the charm on her bracelet. Astrid stood up and and transported herself to a temple. It was filled with statues of women. The past Infinity Girls, specifically. She walked into a room exactly the same as the one back in Berk but there stood her best friends. The other guardians. But not all of them were here. 3 of them were missing. Astrid slowly walked up to them, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. Galaxy, Farah and Roxanne weren’t there yet. She one by one hugged Stellar, Fuli, Holley, Viper and Misty. They stood there in complete silence. Their minds weren’t that quiet.

Suddenly they heard screaming coming from above them. They looked up to see an open portal with the screaming coming from it. Galaxy and Roxanne fell down on the girls, creating a pile of females.

“Get off of me!”

“I missed you too, Ass.”

Galaxy jumped off of Astrid and offered her hand to help her up. She then turned to the others and they all enveloped in a big group hug. Galaxy was the first to pull away. She gestured to the big table with her hand.

“I think it’s time to get down to business.”

I am very sorry for the short chapter. I don’t know why but my first chapters are always short. In the next chapter more things will be revealed and you’ll understand the story better. Please check out my Instagram to understand what the characters look like. The username is the same as this one.

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voidsentprinces · 5 years

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Voidsent Warden of Despair

What faith will you cling to when the very ground around you turns to dust? What hope will you have when all your friends, family, and loved ones vanish in an instance? When the one you looked up to succumbs to the dark. When all has failed and turned to ash? What can you say is done?

The Warden of Despair, has a singular goal. To ensure that the Voidsent Princes do not get out of hand. And to maintain balance in Eorzea by constantly being at odds with her savior. Even if that means she will have to slash his throat as many times as it takes to stop him from moving. No matter how brief a respite it might provide.

When the Warriors of Light in Tartarian were chosen. Two of these adventurers were stationed in the Church grounds when they gained their calling. The knight and his priestess. The priestess was chosen to be a crutch for the group. To maintain faith in the Mother Crystal and the light that shone. She was the lynchpin that held them together and the chain of fate that bound them.

She healed their wounds, bandaged their gashes, and enriched them with knowledge. Cheering and supporting them from behind the enemy’s lines. When the mage fell to Mammon. It was her who pushed the group on to fight the Great Serpent. To strike down the Daemon of Tindress. To combat the shadow as it slithered into the hearts of the desperate and down trodden. And even when the world fell into darkness, she held tight her faith. It was the only thing keeping her from being consumed by the void like the others had.

Falling unconscious in the deep, deep dark. Protected by her knight’s armor which became twisted as he consumed the dark to save her.

What he had become in exchange.

Having abandoned his light and sacrificed himself. She would awaken and keep her promise. As the last, untarnished Hydaelyn bearer from Tartarian. She followed the dark path her knight left behind and entered into Eorzea. Immediately she was able to smell seven scents of the dark. And the Mother Crystal would contact her stating that her new mission was to ensure the corruption didn’t spread.

The priestess traded staff for blade.

First she met the Prince of Envy. An insidious and malicious foe, the humanoid tainted form of the Great Serpent, her group faced in yore. On a battlefield near the very edges of La Nosca, that did battle. Blade and spear struck as a monsoon blew in. The prince calling upon the water to aid him and in turn the Warden called upon the light to pierce Envy’s heart. Painting her black armor red, she took his heart to ensure his obedience. Much to his chagrin.

Next, the tracked the Prince of Lust. A flamboyent and fiery soul. He was a simplier case as he merely wished to find his sister. Giving the Warden, his heart at her very firm request. Lust pointed her into the direction of the Black Shroud. The gloom only made by the presence of the Primal, Odin. Is where she ran into an old friend turned feral.

The ranger formerly a Warrior of Light was turned made and ravenous by consume voidsent flesh. For thirteen days and thirteen nights, the two matched wits. Hunting and being hunted by one another. Each one of them come close to killing the other. On the forteenth day, near the sylph encampments. She was able to finally ambush her tainted companion of old. Carving out his heart by losing her right arm in the process. As he devoured it up to the shoulder.

Luckily for her, the Voidsent Prince of Greed was a more willing sort than he was when her group came to seal him. Offering her, his support and heart as a sign of goodtidings. Even though he technically wore her mage companion as a meat suit. The next mark would take her months to track down. As they could only be tracked in her dreams.

Soon enough while laying under a Doman sky, she met the Voidsent Prince of Sloth. And after a game of riddles, which she barely managed to win. Belphagor gave her their heart and the schematics to a genius piece of magitech to replace her right arm. Bringing the design to Cid with a hefty bag of gil and a contract forcing him not to allow any other to use its design even threatening Nero at blade point to ensure it. She gained a new arm and went to the most difficult task.

Following the corpse pyres left behind in and around Ul’dah of gang members and criminal kingpins brutalized. She finally came face to face with Gekido, the Voidsent Prince of Wrath. And it was a long battle. For next nine months, the Warden would find herself in constant conflict with Gekido. Fighting his lackies, assassins, and people under his thumb. Coming close to dying herself when she faced his personal onslaught. But, she adapted and hardened. A previous woman of the cloth, becoming a veteran of the battlefield.

Cutting her way through a hundred score of minions and underlings and right hand men. Eventually facing off with Gekido one last time. The hulking beast of rage fighting and not letting up for a second. And she treating him in kind. Until at last her blade broken and her ribs were shattered. At the last possible moment, she stabbed her broken blade through the beasts heart. Paralyzing him long enough to carve it out of his chest.

With six hearts now in her possession. She began to heal and prepare herself for her final mark. For two years she listened for the smallest hints of a dark being roaming the outskirts of Eorzea. Leaving imps and creatures from the void in his wake. Appearing as a Paladin to some or a devil to others. Upon buying a new blade and honing it properly for six days. She began her search for her fallen knight.

Eventually, she found him in an Ala Mhigan mountain range. Feeling immense sorrow, she had her duty to see to. She must never waiver from her path in the light of the crystal. And so, with no words and a heavy heart. The Prince of Pride and the Warden of Despair. Both beings who had lost so much, clashed. Heavy blade meeting Doman craftsmanship. The resounding of these failed heroes of Tartarian meeting in the bloodsoaked country of the downtrodden.

No drawn out or climatic finished. No brilliant tactics or monologues of greatness. Nor memories of the past. In six minutes, her knight fell before her. And she tore his tainted heart out as well. With them, she bound the seven princes to herself. Their hearts now placed in her body as she would become their prison, their jailor, their warden. She would keep them in check and succeed where she had failed. Her white hair turning black, her silver eyes becoming heterochromic as her body was imbued with their void. A sliver of the Mother Crystal in her heart to maintain her station.

The Voidsent Princes would beckon to her call. But only when she hunted the Ascians who had plunge her own world into the dark. And so she began to wander the realm. A lone warrior who said little, once a priestess who supported her companions. Now a jailor of the Sins. Doomed to pay for her failure to see her task through on Tartarian. And keep three of her companions from tainting others. A deep melancholy worn on her face and an endless road ahead of her.

Discarding her name and marking herself as the Eighth Voidsent.

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fireboltposts · 6 years

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Love In Disguise (Part 1)

I love to imagine Ben Barnes as the young Sirius.

A/N

I’m so not good at writing cheesy love notes. I tried my best at this.

The gif ain’t mine so credit goes to the owner and likewise the characters’ (Sirius,Remus, James,Peter) credit goes to JK Rowling.

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___’s POV

Hello Beautiful,

Just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look when you smile. Keep smiling like that always. :)

Love,

Your secret admirer ♥

There was it again. The 5th love note this week. I wonder who is writing these to me. I better hope this is not a prank.

This person is so sweet though,slipping me a love note every day. I don’t even know who’s writing it.

But I don’t want to break this person’s heart if he ever confesses to me. Because I was attracted to someone else.

And that someone was ….

Sirius Orion Black.

The most handsome troublemaker and playboy that Hogwarts ever had. Everything about him was so annoyingly attractive. That super handsome face,with those long,wild and untamable black locks of hair,the little stubble,the red juicy lips that I longed to kiss senselessly,the body that resembled a Greek God. Everything was so perfect about him physically.

But looks were not everything I should see. What I hated was that he was seen with a different girl every week. He treated them like used socks. Yes,I admit that I was pretty jealous but at the same time I didn’t want to be used just for a one time thing and be discarded.

I don’t know why the hell was I attracted to someone like him. I guess I got a thing for the bad boys who exude an aura of freedom,danger and mystery. Or was it just infatuation ? I couldn’t put a finger on it.

Maybe it’s the way his stormy grey eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint when he had fun with his dearest friends. They were practically his brothers;Remus,James and Peter as they were called.

Or maybe it’s the way he smiled and laughed genuinely with his friends which enhanced his handsome features a hundred times more, and not a smirk that he specially reserved for the other girls.

Or perhaps how at the beginning of the previous year, without him knowing,I had happened to see him comfort a crying first year who was probably homesick. It warmed my heart when I saw this side of the playboy. And after calming the first year,he had told her not to tell anyone that he was comforting her.

Whatever it is, Sirius Black has occupied my mind and it doesn’t seem as if he’s going to leave it soon. How I still manage to keep my grades up,with him on my mind,is a miracle.

But the problem is he won’t even look a second time in my direction. Yes we’ve done minimal talking before at the rare times that he came to me for help with his homework but other than that,no.

It didn’t matter if he was seven months older than me. I was whipped over someone who hated relationships. How much more pathetic could I get ?

In my heart of hearts, I hoped it was him who sent me these love notes. But my brain was soon to respond"He will never".

Sometimes I hoped that my secret admirer would reveal himself and stop giving me love notes. As much as I loved getting these notes, something inside me was excited yet nervous to see who it would turn out to be.

I had too many thoughts running through my mind right now. So I left the common room to go up to the Astronomy Tower,the only place where I could think in peace,with nobody to disturb me.

As soon as I reached the Astronomy Tower, I saw something moving. Was someone already here ? Oh please no. I needed to think things over.

A big,shaggy,black dog was all I saw. It came running to me and nuzzled it’s nose on the hem of my robes.

Being the dog lover that I was,so without hesitation I bent down and started patting the dog.

“Aww you big boy,look at you so soft and furry.”

He wagged his tail and came closer and licked my hands making me smile wide. Dogs were so adorable.

“I wonder who your master is. He is very lucky to have a dog like you”, I said,as I continued to stroke his soft black fur.

That was all it took. And since then whenever I came to the Astronomy Tower,the dog always seemed to be there. It seemed as if he followed me everywhere. I didn’t mind it honestly. He was a friendly animal. I sometimes brought food for him from the kitchens which he devoured happily.

The love notes kept coming,carrying an even sweeter message than the day before.

And I fell even more for Sirius, and couldn’t help stealing a glance or two at the beautiful man in my year.

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Narration

“Seriously Sirius mate,when are you going to man up and confess ?”, asked James, frustrated and annoyed at his friends’ lack of courage to ask his crush out.

“I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow ? Or next week or next year ? Or how about never ?”

Sirius’ reply annoyed James even more.

“Padfoot, I will throw you off the Astronomy Tower if you talk like that. How long are you going to hide behind love notes and keep seeing her in your animagus form ? Man up and I mean it literally and bloody ask her out already.”

“ I’m scared mate.”

James started laughing hard.

Oh this amused him so much !

“Where is the Sirius Black I knew who could get any girl with a sweet word or two or just a panty dropping smirk ? That very friend is afraid of a girl ?”

He continued laughing.

“Shut up Prongs”.

“Sirius Orion Black is in love. Wow ! I never thought I’d see this day ! Oh Merlin ! What a pleasant surprise !”

He couldn’t stop laughing.

“I’m not in love Prongs”,he huffed.

“Oh of course you’re not”,said Remus, smirking,keeping the Muggle story book that he was reading,aside.

Sirius sighed.

As it is he was chickening out from confessing to ___ but now his friends were poking fun at him.

He was scared out of his wits at the idea of asking ___ out. She was always so quiet and seemed intriguing. She was in his year (fifth year) and took the same classes as him.

Of course he had known her before but he didn’t notice her too much. Until the day he saw her single handedly defending one of her friends,who was getting bullied by Lucius and his little gang. She hexed them without any fear and since then they didn’t even dare to come to close proximity with her. No one could really stand up to Lucius’ gang. And here was ___ ,who dared to hex them into the next century. Sirius was so into the strong,fiesty,not-so-secret badass girl since then.

He had also seen her soft side,while she helped her friends and other classmates. She had helped him a couple times with his homework when Moony wasn’t keeping well. He rarely went to ask her for help,he was afraid to even speak to her.

She was a dog person, it was crystal clear. She loved him, albeit unknowingly in his dog form. Would she love him in his human form ? He was excited yet nervous so much at the idea of being with her,that he followed her everywhere in his animagus form,when she was alone of course, especially to the Astronomy Tower. She would stroke his fur, pat him,tell him so many things,as if she had assumed he understood,which he found cute. But she had never told him about a crush or anything. He hoped someday she would,but that day never came. She probably was scared,what if someone would hear her. Either that,or she didn’t even like him back.

He also came to know that she had an affinity to the Dark Arts and that really wanted to go further into the studies of the Dark Arts and defense against it,for the sake of increasing her knowledge only. He found out that she hated Divination the most. He noticed how minutely she would read her favorite Muggle story books,how her locks fell over her face while she read or the way she scrunched up her face when something wasn’t up to her liking in the book. He noticed the way she laughed and joked with her friends an how beautiful that made her look. All in all Sirius noticed the little things in ___ that would go unnoticed. He was afraid that he had fallen too deep.

He never imagined he’d fall in love.

Ughh,this was ridiculous. These weird feelings. He never felt them before.

Suddenly a light bulb dinged in his idea. He would find out if ___ reciprocated his feelings or not. And he would know whether it did or not.

If she did,he would be the luckiest man in the world. And if not,then he didn’t know what he would do.

He just hoped it worked the way he thought it would.

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____’s POV

“Did you see Sirius’ new arm candy this week ?”,my friend Lily asked me ,on the way to Defence Against the Dark Arts class,which was my favorite.

It seemed like my heart had stopped.

Again ? He had a new girl again ? Wow. I should really get over this silly crush. It’s about time that I realized he would never like me and move on. I can’t take it no more. This is too much. I should fall for someone else. It’s so wrong,falling for someone like Sirius.

“Yet it feels right somehow, doesn’t it ”,my subconscious taunted.

“ ____ are you ok ? You seem off. Is anything bothering you”,Lily asked,concern lacing her voice.

“Oh yeah Lily, falling for Sirius Black is what is bothering me”,I thought.

“ Uh no Lily I’m fine. We’re getting late,let’s go”.

This is the first time I wrote a Harry Potter related imagine. Hope you liked Part 1.

PART 2 COMING SOON.

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maychorian · 6 years

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #56

We’re hitting the busy season at my job tomorrow, so I’m not sure when the next list will be. Happy New Year, anyway!

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. Also follow @maychorianrecs for individually tagged posts, the easier to search and reblog. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Disaster Hearts by lieutenantshirogane Words: 719 Author’s Summary: After a mission goes wrong, Coran struggles to let go. Luckily, Kolivan is there to help. My Comments: Not a combo I had considered before, but it’s so good that I just had to read and rec this one. So good.

Bushel and a Peck by isabeau25 Words: 5,158 Author’s Summary: It’s not Hunk’s first job interview, but it might just be his favorite. Series Part 3 of The Five Lions Cafe My Comments: We’re coming up on the busy season at my job, and I was grateful for this spot of pre-emptive stress relief. It’s so lovely and relaxing. Read the whole series.

Cream Waterfalls and Violet Stars and All The Broken ThingsbyMashpotatoeQueen5 Words: 3,185 Author’s Summary: Coran had children once. (A fic about before and after, and the family that our favorite Space Uncle might have lost in his ten thousand years of slumber. Sad… but hopeful ending?) My Comments: Beautiful and haunting vision of Coran’s lost family and how he sees them in the new children he deals with every day. I love the idea of Coran as a family man, and this is a great exploration of that concept.

Shopping for Disaster by Engineer104 Words: 6,108 Author’s Summary: Allura just wanted something sparkly, and Pidge just wanted to get her ears pierced. And they will, after a mishap involving a kid, a Druid, and a Galra ship. My Comments: Bonding time with Pidge and Allura turns into an action/adventure with plenty of badassery from both. Very fun read.

Children of the Empire by foxysquid for Meteorysh Words: 10,147 Author’s Summary: Those who find themselves without parents can turn to Emperor Zarkon for parental guidance instead—but Thace would rather not. Shuttled off to a school for orphaned children, he has to adapt to a strange place, with no one to rely on. Fortunately, he may not be as alone as he thinks he is. Written for Galra Secret Santa, as a gift for meterorysh! There are also some accompanying illustrations, which you can find here. My Comments: Absolutely stunning. Achy and touching, fantastic worldbuilding and characterization. I felt so bad for tiny Thace, losing his parents and shipped off to a school where he had to guard himself every second of every day for fear of being outed as a traitor. The friendship with Ulaz and eventual conclusion were extremely satisfying. This read like the beginning of an original novel, one that I would gladly devour in like a day at a most.

Words of Good Cheer by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) Words: 31,364 Author’s Summary: 12 days of Advent fics for the winter season 1) The gang gets stuck in their cabin on vacation (Modern AU) 2) The lights and noise of the holiday party prove to be overwhelming for Shiro 3) Ryou and Lance attempt to make Hunk a treat. 4) Shatt - Shiro and Matt get their Christmas snuggle on 5) Shallura - Shiro shows Allura how to make snow angels 6) Sheith - Shiro falls through the ice on a snowy planet and needs to be warmed up 7) Alone at the Garrison over break, Keith and Shiro work together to ignore the holiday 8) Shunkeith - Sweet Tooth AU, Hunk has to stay over when they’re snowed in 9) Baby’s Ryou’s first Christmas 10) Old Friend’s Senior Sanctuary AU - Lance convinced Shiro to help make a 2018 calendar for charity 11) Ryou disappears on an ice planet and Shiro fears the worst 12) Smol!Shiro worries how Santa will find the castle My Comments: Each of these little fics is absolutely adorable and worth reading on their own, and we get twelve for the price of one! Four are shipfics, Shatt, Shallura, and Sheith, plus Shunkeith, but the chapters are labeled so you can easily skip them and stick to the gen if you want.

Vasish by ElementKitsune for AstroPhantom Words: 2,255 Author’s Summary: Sometimes, you just wake up and go see a storm with your favourite princess. (Coran and Allura go stormwatching) My Comments: Sweet Allura and Coran interaction before the fall of Altea. It’s cute, and a little sad, but mostly heartwarming.

Stranger Danger (2) by YukiSetsu Words: 2,076 Author’s Summary: Sequel to Stranger Danger (part 5 of Whumpmas series). After the last incident, Lance didn’t think he’d run into David again anytime soon. He was wrong. My Comments: Sequel to a previously recced fic, and just as good as that one. The realism of this is what hikes up to true levels of disturbing. Great protectiveness from the others.

Epoxy to the World by buckysbears (DrZebra) Words: 2,245 Author’s Summary: Shiro, Pidge, and Keith are forced into a Galra gladiator arena. The two younger paladins see a side of Shiro that he desperately wishes they hadn’t. My Comments: Very intense and emotional. This is pretty much Shiro’s worst nightmare. I don’t blame him for losing himself a little bit along the way.

What’s In A Name? by bouquetofwhoopsiedaisies Words: 1,532 Author’s Summary: “What is ‘Keith’?” Kolivan asked one evening. Keith looked up, blinking in confusion. “I’m Keith.” “Yes, but what is ‘Keith’?” Kolivan pressed.“Well, as far as I know, mostly human, and some Galra.” He really thought Kolivan already knew this. He had been there when Keith’s knife changed form, indicating that he had Galra blood. How much, none of them knew. Kolivan huffed, looking impatient. “The word. ‘Keith’. What does it mean, in your language?” (The Blades get curious about the name of their smallest member. Pidge does some hacking to find out the surprising answer) My Comments: Cute, fluffy, and funny. I like the little bit of Galra culture, too, and Blades being protective and teasing of Keith is always a plus.

Castle Glitch by YukiSetsu Words: 2,394 Author’s Summary: When a bug from Pidge’s laptop accidentally infects the Castle, Lance ends up having to face an extreme gladiator bot without a weapon and armor. As expected, things get dangerous really quick. My Comments: Excellent whump, excellent protective team. I don’t know how many ways to say that I’m enjoying everything this author is doing, but here it is again.

Sick Day by FanaticFangirl2602 for RandomDragonDoodles Words: 2,727 Author’s Summary: Keith should have seen it coming. Actually, he did see it coming. The little voice in the back of his mind had been scolding him for going so hard for the past month, but all he’d done was push it aside and ignore it. A dumb decision. My Comments: Nice little Keith-centric sickfic in a college AU. Hits the spot.

All Swallowed in their Coats by yet_intrepid for stover Words: 2,317 Author’s Summary: Shiro and his new roommate, Matt, would tell you that they are nothing alike: Shiro is an overwhelmed grad student, while Matt is a dropout and avid science youtuber. But then there’s a blizzard, and maybe things change. My Comments: Great modern AU with Shiro and Matt realizing that they have much more in common than they think. Past abuse.

Fruit Loops by SerenePhenix Words: 3,571 Author’s Summary: Shiro never stood a chance. My Comments: Wonderful team-as-family feels in a modern roommate AU. So cute and fluffy and sweet.

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas by WinterSky101 Words: 2,510 Author’s Summary: In which Pidge is a Christmas elf. ‘Tis the season, after all. My Comments: Cute and sweet and fluffy, with just a touch of angst at the end. 'Tis the season!

If Only In My Dreams by yet_intrepid Words: 5,918 Author’s Summary: The team agrees that Space Christmas isn’t that great with Keith off on missions with the Blade of Marmora. But it’s a lot, lot worse with Keith held hostage by the Galra. My Comments: Awesome whump fic, very snappy pace and intense emotions, and the Christmas theme just heightened the whole thing to the rafters.

In Stitches by A_Zap Words: 6,118 Author’s Summary: With every stitch, a bigger picture can be seen. And each one is made with love.In which everyone on Team Voltron learns more about Lance as he knits the day away. And maybe he learns something too. My Comments: It’s been a while since I’ve read a fic with Lance as a knitter. This was very warm and soft and fluffy, lots of great bonding and sweetness. Very satisfying.

Tradition… Tradition by imperiality Words: 6,802 Author’s Summary: It’s bright! It’s loud! It’s festive! It’s everything Shiro hasn’t really had for Christmas, and it’s wonderful. Then the night winds down. And it’s down to 3. They talk about traditions. Some are lonelier than others. My Comments: The entire team has a lovely Christmas, but the ending conversation between Shiro, Matt, and Keith was the most emotional and heartwarming thing in the fic. Little bit of angst and emotional hurt comfort for lonely boys who miss their homes, but mostly they’re just happy to count their blessings where they are.

One by One by LitDragonWagon Words: 8,512 Author’s Summary: Shiro remains in a state of Not Surprised about all the people who join him in his bed. (Just a cute fic about the paladins platonically sleeping together due to nightmares, and healing.) My Comments: Paladin cuddle puddle to the max. This was very relaxing to read. Brief mention of Klance.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Little Crystals (19627 words) As Color Fades Away (243019 words) This May Sting (6856 words) Gate Keeper (122883 words) Young Blood (9761 words) The Purity of Sin (47036 words) The Sea In Between (81074 words) Beacon (25201 words) Shadows of Stars (95789 words)

#voltron legendary defender #fic rec #weekly voltron fic recs #vldgen

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Light My Fire (Sex. Rock. Mafia. #1) by Jessica Ruben

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He saved me from war.

Fed me when I was in too much pain to eat.

Smuggled me and my family into America when it became too dangerous to stay.

But, Nico didn’t flee with us.

While I began elementary school in the United States, he was building the greatest and toughest Mafia of the century.

The Mafia Shqiptare.

Nico is now King of all underground trades.

Sexy. Aggressive. Brilliant.

After years of nothing but silence, he’s back in my life,

Ready to do whatever it takes to bring me into his universe.

He isn’t leaving until he takes me with him.

EXCERPT:

“It’s your brother,” he says matter-of-factly. “But you probably knew that already.”

My stomach drops. Agron.

“It seems he’s been stealing from some of my associates.” His voice is completely devoid of any feeling. “He was dealing for them and keeping a little bit of product for himself. Sometimes, he used it; other times, he sold it. But after a while, people began to notice. He ran to the Shqipe for help.”

I want to blink, but I cannot move.

“I gave him the money to pay those debts. And now, I’m the one he owes. I figured I could use him to do some small-time work, get my money back that way.” He takes a sip of his wine, completely unfazed. “And then I hear, Agron wants a firm spot in my world. Gave one of my men a whole story that the Mafia Shqiptare is where he’s meant to be.

“As we both know, your brother has always been a loose cannon. Arguably, untrustworthy. I knew him when he was a kid, but I’m a firm believer that people don’t change.” He stops speaking, continuing to dig into his food.

Meanwhile, I’m worried mine is going to come back up. Hearing this about my brother isn’t a surprise, but it’s painful nonetheless.

I take another sip of my wine, hoping it will calm me or at least give the illusion I’m relaxed. Unfortunately, my hand trembles, and the glass shakes, giving me away. Nico notices, of course.

He clears his throat, putting his fork down. “There is something I need from you. And if you give me what I want, I’ll protect your brother from the other gangs by giving him a spot in the Shqipe. You do not have to agree to the arrangement. But if you do, there is no end to it until I decide it’s over.” He settles into a forward-lean position, big arms resting on the glass table and shirtsleeves pulled up to the center of his strong, corded forearms. Everything about him, from his body language to his words, spells dominance.

I open and then shut my mouth.

Nico looks me up and down, his gaze stormy and hot.

Is Nico going to ask me for sex? It wouldn’t be unheard of in these crazy circles. But I have a limit, and whoring myself out for the sake of my brother is a no-go. No. Impossible. Never.

“What I need is simple,” he continues casually, the look in his eyes extinguished. “There is a new family I’m aiming to do business with. They’re the type who like to work with men who are … settled down. I know how loyal you are to your word. We share a language and customs. You will act as my wife when I request it.”

“I have school.” I lick my lips. I can’t let go of my future. Not for Agron and not for anyone. I won’t!

“You can go back for your studies”—he nods—“finish your degree. But when I call, you must come.”

“This arrangement,” I start, pointing between himself and me, “it’s just for public purposes, r-right? Nothing private you’re expecting or illegal?” I can’t help my stutter. I want to stay strong in the face of all of this, but it’s getting difficult.

Nico looks over my shoulder, and I turn my head, finding no one behind me. When I refocus on him, he’s fuming. He knows what I’m insinuating.

He grits his teeth. “You aren’t my whore, Elira. And I’m not going to ask you to do my dirty work either.” His eyes are hard.

Is he offended?

“Take my proposal at face value.” He finishes his drink. His huge hand places the delicate crystal glass on the table. “There is no hidden agenda. You pretend to be my wife, come when I call you, and act as I expect, and in return, I will bring your brother into my fold, making sure that no outsider kills him. If you walk away, he’s on his own.”

“He wants to work for you. He will do a good job for you.” I swallow hard.

He cocks his head to the side, like he’s calling bullshit. “Agron’s best asset is that he is related to you.”

I shift, but the weight of my body feels like it’s doubled. “And if he’s within the Shqipe, the other groups won’t be able to touch him?”

“That’s right.”

Quiet descends upon our discussion, but my mind shrieks. The skeptical part of me is on questioning overdrive. “What kind of events would be required of me?”

He takes another bite of food. “We’d travel. Dinners. Things like that.”

I wait to hear more, things along the lines of dungeons and sex slave, but thankfully, it doesn’t come. “So, all I have to do is pretend we’re married?”

He nods. “Yes. Exactly.”

“But what about when this business thing you need me for is complete? What will happen to Agron then?”

His lips quirk up. “You’re very loyal, Elira.”

“He’s my brother.” What else can I say? I want and need Agron to stay safe and alive. This is clearly his best shot.

“We’ll cross that bridge when it comes. I would take this offer then if you are so keen on making sure he stays out of trouble.”

“You’ll swear to that?”

“My oath is my bond.”

I know he’s telling the truth. For people like us, honor is everything.

I wait for him to elaborate some more, but he doesn’t. Surprisingly, I feel my nose twitch. I was expecting him to mention something, anything, about before. About what we had. But he doesn’t. And I’m not about to either. I just want to get the hell out of here. I want to go back in time and tell myself not to have that damn cigarette. I wish I’d flagged Jack down when he was circled by those girls and claimed him for myself. Instead, I made one fucking choice, and now, here I am, in front of Nico, my life on crazy ground.

“It’s late.” Nico shifts in his chair. “You’ll stay tonight and think. Tomorrow morning, give me your answer. Regardless of what you choose, I’ll have my car bring you back to school.” He stands up, twisting the fancy gold watch around his wrist. “When you’re finished eating, Maria will bring you back to your room.”

“I want to leave tonight.” Some of my bravado from before is gone. Beneath the strong girl is plain me—a college kid from Tobeho. Here is the last place I want to stay.

“Until I have your answer, you aren’t allowed to take one step out of my sight.” He stands up to his full menacing height, and in this moment, he truly scares me. He doesn’t give a shit about what we had—that much is clear.

I force myself upright, refusing to cower.

Seemingly satisfied, he walks away.

“What an asshole,” I curse under my breath.

He snaps, “What did you call me?” His stubborn jaw gives him a stony expression.

My stomach drops to my knees.

“Something to remember.” He saunters back to where I sit. “I will not be seen with a woman who doesn’t look polished or well-raised. I know who you are and where you come from. Act like the woman you ought to be or forget the deal.” And with those final cutting words, he’s gone.

About the Author:

Jessica Ruben lives and works in New York City, where she spends her days dominating in the court room as an attorney. Come nightfall, she writes romances centering on gorgeous alpha males and the intelligent women who love them.

Jessica is an insatiable reader, and will devour a few books a week without batting an eyelash. Books have always been her drug of choice, and she has no plans on detox anytime soon. She has three wildly delicious children and a husband who, for reasons unimaginable to her, loves her brand of crazy.

http://jessicarubenauthor.com

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Part 69 Alignment May Vary: Demon Trains and Were-Houses

Situation: Having escaped the horrors of the City of Ghosts, Imoaza, Aldric, and Carrick rally back on board The Arc.

Aldric wants to take a little break to go catch up with his Goblin fuck buddies but all three of the companions are severely injured and so Tinia gets started on caring for them. After a long rest, she turns her attentions to the complicated process of healing Jacobs with Puck’s begrudging (but promised) help. Geth fixes up Aldric and Carrick’s energy weapons, making it so they won’t blow up in their hands, and recharges their ammunition. Krisp lays out the situation for the companions.

“Things are bad and I don’t mind telling you that and thank you to keep any snarky responses to yourselves,” he says in his auctioneer’s voice at a “ we’re off to the races” pace. “As long as your souls are fresh and still in your body, they are like a beacon to everything here, a bright, big, beautiful light begging to be devoured by the forces of darkness. Or at least by a fiery devil who wants to rip apart from limb to limb. Our best option, and by that I mean only option, is to get off this rock and post haste! I’ve taken the liberty of fixing up the horse you rode in on, by which I mean that goddamn huge spacecraft. It’s a wonderful thing, at least when it isn’t all smashed to pieces. And to be fair, it was in better shape then I thought it would be after the crash it must have had. Still, even the prettiest wench has to eat from time to time and this girl is hungry! She needs fuel, and the only fuel she’ll take are crystals, the special ones that Alyss has been hunting down for months. We always knew the crystals held the answers, but we thought we’d have to build an engine capable of using them. Now, we’ve got the engine, we just need the gas, and the gas is the crystals, and they are being stored in the vault at Mammon Tower, seat of the President of Hell. To get in there, we’re going to need a little help.”

To break into Mammon Tower, Alyss planned to free the Demon Train from its bonds using Heartcarver and by speaking the demon’s secret name, which she has discovered. Now she has been captured and thrown inside the train to whatever fate the Yellow King decries for her. It’s up to the players to make it to the train and free her. Without her, they can’t get the train. Without the train, they won’t get the crystals from Mammon’s vault. Without the crystals, they will never escape Hell.

The Demon train makes its way across Hell’s blasted landscape, looking like a living train, with dozens of arms erupting from its front and constantly building new tracks for it at blinding speed. To catch up to the train, the players are going to have to use experimental rocket packs to jet over to it.

How does it go: The players strap into their rocket packs and are slingshot off the deck of The Arc. Only Aldric’s launch goes well: Carrick is sent spinning around and around as he turns to say something clever to Krisp right before he launches. And Imoaza’s rocket pack fails to ignite and she free falls towards the ground while the other two try (and fail) to catch her. Eventually she gets her pack working, but there is something wrong with it, and the whole contraption catches on fire on her back.

While all this is going on, the players are suddenly transported (in spirit) to Mammon’s tower, their minds pulled there by Mammon himself, who proceeds to try and banter with them in a lame attempt to find out what they are up to and whether they are willing to join his cause. His negotiations are hurt by the fact that he doesn’t really have anything to offer the players or even any idea of what they want. He ends up failing to impress them at the moment, and the players break free of his grasp to find themselves way off course and heading straight for a cliff side. And Imoaza is about to explode. Aldric banks sharply to avoid the cliff; Imoaza discards her rocket pack and free falls; Carrick grabs Imoaza and just barely manages to pull up before smashing them both to jelly against the cliff. They spot the Demon Train only a small ways away. In the last rush to the Train they are chased by Spiney Devils also wearing rocket packs. This leads to a crazy fight where Imoaza, hanging in Carrick’s grasp, is firing Eldritch blasts back at the Devils while they jetpack forward and attack with laser rifles. She ends up hitting their rocket packs and rupturing them, causing them all to explode.

The players land on the Demon train, Imoaza nearly falling off the Train but saving himself by digging Drosselgreymer into the Train’s roof and using it to halt her momentum. Drosselgreymer opens up a hole in the train’s roof and the three slip inside, only to find themselves not inside a train compartment, as they expected, but inside an entire city.

Notes:

Krisp isn’t especially thrilled to see they’ve brought Puck with them, and seems especially displeased when Puck refuses to try some of his cereal. There’s some odd interaction here, but the players don’t roll high enough to catch it.

Puck fills them in on the history of Arbeyach, telling them that he used to be a powerful devil, known the world over as The Yellow King. He is a corrupting force and famously corrupted Ia’fret (whose name will sound familiar to lovers of Abenthy!), turning the angelic knight into one of his lieutenants. But Ia’fret later betrayed him and took over his original domain and Arbeyach never truly recovered his political power. Now Ia’fret is gone, too, lost during the final assault on the Abyss during the Blood War, having gone in at the side of Asmodeus.

The players end up completely hating Mammon, which is not unexpected. I’m playing him here to be more annoying (complete with an exaggerated Southern accent) then truly threatening. Like I said, he doesn’t really have anything to entice them with, so this scene is meant really just to show how prevalent in this world he is and to give them a further challenge with the rocket pack. But the antics they get up to in his chamber are pretty funny. Aldric quips ridiculous insults and inane puns. Carrick and Imoaza ignore him completely, talking to each other the whole time. Imoaza realizes before the others that this is their psyches being pulled here and tries to snap Carrick out of it by punching him in the face. After, he gets a brief glimpse of what’s happening to their bodies and reports to Imoaza what he sees: “By the way, you’re on fire.”

Situation: The inside of the demon train is a maze of broken down warrens and crumbling infrastructure. In truth, it is a deteriorating version of Old Hell, the Hell that the scholars write of, remembered and loved now only by Arbeyach, who has made the Demon Train his domain and has full control over it. He’s populated his domain with vermin folk, most of them either humanoid rats or bugs (the bugs seem to have superior ranking in the hierarchy) and takes what precious souls he can capture for torture and sustenance.

The players have to find Alyss and free the Demon train, but first they have to get their bearings. They start exploring the rooftops and Carrick loses his footing and falls, smashing down through a halfway broken roof to land ungracefully on a poker table, surrounded by three rats and two bugs. The bugs call for backup and everything erupts into a fight. Bugs from outside, who were guarding the game, fly up to the roof to confront Imoaza, while Abenthy drops into the hallway outside of the poker room and cuts down anyone who tries to flee. Surprisingly, the rats turn on the bugs (well, one flees entirely), led by one in particular named Ratticus, who tells them that the rats and bugs don’t really get along: rats are treated like second class citizens, while the bugs work closely with Arbeyach, The Yellow King. The other rat left, Scampers, is extremely nervous to be helping the players, but Ratticus says it’s “every rat must band together if we want to survive!” He’s very curious to see “living souls” wandering through the Belly, which is what they call this city, but doesn’t seem to wish them harm. He decides to take them to Vaermin, his king, a huge swarm of rats that share a single mind. Vaermin shares some of his cheese stash with Aldric (who gobbles it up) and tells the companions that he can help them hunt down Alyss, but in return they must do something for him. Time is of the essence: captured souls don’t stay alive long in The Belly before their souls are drained and the remains of their being reshaped into either bug or rat. Despite this, Vaermin tells them it will take some time to hunt down their friend and insists they all take a short rest inside his dungeons to prepare for the upcoming challenge, and the players uneasily oblige, and spend their short rest eating cheese and drinking mead supplied by Vaermin, and reflecting on how strange their circumstances have become.

The mission: The players have to infiltrate a rival gang, made up of Were Rats instead of “proper rat folk” (as Vaermin puts it). They are to find the leader of the group, a powerful wererat called Fernifang, and dispose of him. The wererats have been clever, never keeping to a single base, but moving constantly around the city. However, Vaermin has a plan. The wererats have been collecting a large amount of souls and that requires storing them somewhere. So he sets a trap. Scampers (whom it turns out Vaermin doesn’t like since he chickened out on a mission recently) is dispatched with a large tank of “soul stuff” to gather more from the territory the wererats were last seen in. Ratticus and the party quietly follow.

The companions moved in a half crouch along the rooftops, Ratticus keeping an eye on the sky to spot any “flyers” as he called the human sized bug creatures that frequently patrolled the skies. This part of the city was less their domain, he explained, pointing out how the buildings here were mismatched in terms of size and shape. “It’s hard for them to navigate,” he explained. “They like the wide open, where they can rule the skies. Places like this were made for us rats.”

Eventually, Rartticus motioned for them to stop and join him at the lip of a rooftop. He pointed excitedly below, where they could see an alley, and in that alley Scampers was standing next to a literal pus boil in the street. The boil pushed out from under cobblestone, pushing the cobblestones aside in a grotesque growth clearly filled near to bursting with a pink fluid. Scampers pulled a large needle from the pack at his back, the needle the size and length of a human arm, and stabbed it into the boil then began to pull on the needle’s plunger, sucking the pink juices up.

“Soul stuff,” Ratticus whispered to Carrick, who was looking on in disgust. “A lot of wayward souls drift to the train. Most of it gets picked up by Arbeyach, but some gets left behind and it eventually manifests like this, gets worked to the surface. We harvest it. A lot you can do with soul stuff. But watch now! Our quarry approaches!”

Indeed, Scampers did not notice them, but two large and hairy rats were silently climbing down the wall of the building that helped form the alley. At the last moment, Scampers realized his danger, lifting his head and sniffing madly, his whiskers bouncing every which way. Then he tried to run, but he was not fast enough. One of the wererats caught him, lifted him off his feet, and jabbed the harvesting needle into his eye, piercing his brain in a sudden lobotomy. The two Wererats then fell to a grisly feast, tearing Scampers apart right there in the street and devouring his flesh while he almost idly tried to remove the needle from his eye. Eventually, he stopped moving and the feast was finished. The Wererats grabbed the tank of soul stuff and began to move quickly out of the alley.

“Now the hunt is on!” Ratticus announced.

The Situation: The players follow the wererats back to their underground hideout with some minor difficulty (see below). They overhear the two wererats talking to a third, a guard at the warehouse entrance, about this being “the final day” they will be spending in the warehouse before moving on, on Fernifang’s orders. They also complain about the ventilation system being broken and it getting bloody hot in the warehouse. This gives the players a plan. They round the corner and proclaim themselves maintenance men, Aldric pointing to his leather jacket (the one he stole from Bones) and calling themselves the Hell’s Angels maintenance crew.

Amazingly, the ruse works, thanks to this wererat not being the brightest, the players having information about the ventilation system from the overheard conversation, and Aldric making an incredible deception roll.

“That’s a damn fine jacket,” the guard says, shaking his head appreciatively, as he directs them to a ventilation cover nearby. Ratticus (who nearly shit himself with fear during the ruse) climbs up and opens it, then ushers them all inside, everyone but him having to get on hands and knees to fit in the vent.

The vent I’ve designed with several different passages, each one of which will take them to a different area in the warehouse (one leads down to an incinerator and is a bad dead end). There’s a lot of elements to the warehouse itself. The vents leading to different spots, a possible gas leak in the vent, the possibility of parleying with the Warlock Wererat, Fernifang. Also the soul jars, if they are broken, will release shadows and (occasionally) wraiths, as the angered souls of the dead fight back against the living. Then there’s shelves and shelves of these things, which could create a lot of stealth possibilities, and a catwalk for snipping. In short, there’s a lot that could happen here.

Combat: What does end up happening is that the players sneak down beneath the main floor and overhear a conversation that the were rats are getting ready to move out with this mighty haul they got, biggest one yet! The players watch the movements of these wererats until they think the coast is clear, then come out of their cover. This doesn’t last long, though: while scouting the area by flying above the shelves, Carrick is spotted by Fernifang’s paramour, a wererat cleric who doesn’t give a name but simply shrieks a warning and the room erupts into combat.

The fight goes easier than I thought it would. Fernifang is swarmed immediately by the players and his biggest move, a polymorph into an abominable yeti (unique to his skill set) is disrupted by a dispel magic cast by Imoaza. After that, the fight is pretty much done. But things still get harry because the wererats, while climbing up to fight the flying Carrick, knock over the shelf they use to climb on and dozens of the soul cannisters shatter in the resultant domino chain. The souls burst forth as angry spirits and the players barely escape with their lives, while the spirits feast on the wererats left behind, snatching Ratticus as they go from the clutches of the doorguard, who proclaims one last time even as he tries to strike them down: “That’s a damn fine jacket.”

Notes:

Aldric and Carrick stand out like sore thumbs in the middle of the crowded bazaar, which is why the wererats realize they are being followed after a bad stealth roll from the players, and flee into the crowd. But Imoaza has taken on the disguise of one of the bug people and uses her fly spell to fly above the crowd and track the were rats to a secret entrance to the sewers, hidden in an alley. It’s a cool use of disguise self!

Aldric is charmed by Fernifang before the players take him down, using a strong suggestion spell to plant the idea in his mind that he must attack the Rat King, Vaermin, when they return to him. In fact, the suggestion is worded such that Aldric doesn’t even want to fight the Wererats: he immediately wants to rush back to the Rat King and deliver his “message.” But he is able to be convinced to fight when Imoaza convinces him that they can’t leave until Fernifang is dead; thus, he has to kill the wererat or never deliver his message.

The Situation: the players return to the Rat King and Aldric, charmed by Fernifang, suddenly attacks the King, prompting a combat! Aldric plays it perfect: insisting that he did nothing wrong. He plays it so well, the others don’t even realize he was charmed and suspicion grows in the party. There is little time to discuss, however, because even as the Rat King falls the Yellow King arrives, taking control of Ratticus, who desperately gives the players some vials of soul-stuff which he tells them can restore their health. He also tells them, before he loses his mind, that the Rat King knew where Alyss was all along but didn’t want to tell them until they’d helped him. He did intend to share the information until the players attacked him (here Carrick and Imoaza glare at Aldric, who innocently asks “what?”) but that it would have been a bit of a slap to their proverbial faces: Alyss is about to be executed and there is no way they can get there in time. He does tell them where the execution is to occur: at the central hive, a huge structure they can’t miss in the middle of the city. The players know they have to reach her before she is killed, or else her knowledge of the Demon Train’s name and their only escape from this foul place goes with her. The players flee through the sewer lair of the Rat King while Arbeyach gives chase.

The figure proceeding down the tunnel behind them looked like a sallow-skinned old man, with wispy white hair that hung in greasy tendrils down to his knees. His eyes blazed with a yellow light that matched his outfit, a worn, often patched coat that hung far past his knees. Underneath it was more yellow clothing: the striped pants and finery of nobility, but raggedy and greasy. He was surrounded by swarms of biting, flying insects, and as he drew ever closer to the fleeing group, they could hear voices speaking to them through the cloud of buzzing: “This is my domain,” the voices said as one. “You cannot win here.”

The chase takes the players out of the sewers and through the city. During the chase, both Aldric and Imoaza are caught briefly and infected by the King’s disease, which drains their health and will eventually kill them if not cured. Carrick is not affected: immune as he is to disease, being a Paladin.

Out in the city the chaos continues as Arbeyach seems to be everywhere, stepping out of doorways into the path of their flight, even smashing through a window to grab at them as Imoaza casts fly again and they soar out over the broken city. Aldric stands his ground for a moment and manages to “kill” Arbeyach with a couple decisive sword strikes to the head, but there always seems to be another one ready to take his place, appearing with a taunting word and deadly smug smile. He knows there is no escape from his realm. He isn’t taking this too seriously: he is toying with them. Like Mammon, he doesn’t consider them a threat. Like Mammon, he is deadly wrong.

The players have no trouble, once flying, locating the Central Hive. It is a bulbous, horrible thing, growing like a cancer out of the center of the city and surrounded by crawling, flying, and chittering humanoid insects. The bugs are preparing Alyss’ public execution on a ledge constructed from their hardened saliva and debris on the edge of the hive. Here, three humans have been hooked up to a horrible machine of tubes and wires and needles, which is sucking the soul from them. Alyss is still intact, just being hooked up, when the players descend on the ledge. They cut her free and flee, Arbeyach now so angered by their impertinence that he has decided to kill them. But just as the army of bugs arrises behind them and The King in Yellow in front of them, Alyss wakes enough to call out a single, unspeakable name. The Yellow King screams in fury as a tunnel appears in the floor of the city, a tunnel leading out of this constructed reality and to the heart of the Demon Train, which is bound round with chains. A single stroke from Oathbreaker and the chains shatter!

Notes

When the players approach Alyss, there are too many bugs to handle. Something surprising happens here: Aldric grabs the Rod of Storms at his side and tries to use it... and is successful! This is strange, because it can only be attuned to and used by a magic user and Aldric has not an ounce of magic power in him. But nonetheless he unleashes a lightning blast at the ledge that scatters the bugs, dropping several dead from the sky. This use of the rod will have complications later.

Meanwhile, Carrick saves Alyss. Aldric is not super happy about this. He’s hoped to foster a relationship with Alyss so seeing her suddenly throw her arms around Carrick and cling to him while they all fly off, humorously disgruntles him.

Next time, we conclude our hellish adventures!

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