#even weird white lies to your boss

[loganwritesprobably]

Your Little.. Boyfriend?

Just a little something because there's not enough male reader content

Tags/Warnings: Crocodile/M!Reader, getting together, jealous!Crocodile, boss/employee, weird npc is obsessed w reader, implied canon-typical violence, possessive!Crocodile, first date

You'd been working for Sir Crocodile at rain dinners for a while now. You worked on the casino floor, waiting on guests who might need it while most of your co-workers worked the tables or at the bar. You were one of just two waiters, and that meant you were often stretched thin, working twice as hard as your other co-workers in order to do everything you needed to. But, damnit, you did your job well! You had already gotten a small raise, and you'd gotten a bonus last holiday season.

Crocodile wasn't at the casino often, attending to other business that he had. He was a busy man. But on the times that he was at the casino, you were usually sent to tend to him. Your waitress co-worker had been asked once but she hadn't been able to keep her nerve in the wake of such a large, intimidating man. You didn't mind, tending to Crocodile was usually a far less stressful job than tending to the general public.

You'd built somewhat of a rapport with him, to the point where he usually greeted you by name whenever you first came to see him during a visit, taking his first drink order of the day. He asked you for your thoughts on the casino sometimes, asked for information about the usual goings on of a day when he couldn't be there. You answered the questions to the best of your ability, but at first you'd also been prone to telling little white lies - you didn't want to disparage his establishment after all. Now? Now you'd freely tell him about problem employees and customers, things that needed changing, and ideas you had for the betterment of the casino. Sometimes, things changed and sometimes they didn't - he was free to make those choices himself of course, you were just honoured that he asked you at all.

Today, Crocodile was due to make another visit. You'd been told ahead of time, instructed to take care of your section until he arrived, and then it would be closed to help your co-worker while you tended to the man.

There was just one small problem. You had.. an enthusiastic customer, to put it politely.

The customer was a regular, and he always made sure to sit in your section and chat with you. It'd been nice at first, you made sure to give him excellent service for being a loyal customer, and it was nice that he liked you. Then he specifically waited for a table so he could sit in your section even if the entire other section was empty. He'd be there from open until close, buying something just often enough that he wasn't told to leave. He'd attempted to follow you on your lunch break more than once. He was starting to be scary, but you had to put on your best customer service face, because that was your job.

You closed your section, despite much complaining, and the customer attempted to follow you to Sir Crocodile. Thankfully, he spent his time in a private VIP area, so the security stopped the customer from following you. You had less than a minute to calm yourself down before making it to Crocodile, but you were fairly sure you'd managed.

"Good afternoon, Sir. How can I help you today?" You asked, cursing your slightly shaking voice.

"You know, I afford my employees here a lot of free reign, but this is incredibly unprofessional of you," Crocodile said, causing anxiety to start brewing in your stomach, "I'll take a whiskey." You nodded and set off to do that for him, desperately attempting to figure out what you'd done wrong.

And then he was gone. Crocodile had stood from the chair where he'd been lounging and left you in the VIP area out of harms way while he returned to the main area of the casino to find the customer that had been bothering you. The VIP area was soundproofed, so you could only guess what had happened while he was out there, but Crocodile returned with red knuckles and a small spatter of blood on his face. You were able to fill in the gaps.

Your stomach was in knots when you returned to Crocodile, setting his whiskey down on the table in front of him gently.

"I'm sorry if I'm speaking out of turn, sir, but I was wondering what I've done that you consider unprofessional?" You needed to know, and you could only hope that he'd explain so you could fix the behaviour.

"This is your work place, leave your little boyfriend at home next time." Crocodile told you, looking bored as if it should've been obvious that his was the issue, but you only found yourself more confused - you didn't have a boyfriend.

"I think there's been a miscommunication sir - I don't have a boyfriend. I'm single, I live alone." You replied, the tray you'd used to carry Crocodile's drink clutched tightly in your hand.

"Then who is the young man that has been obsessively following you?" He asked, his dismissive tone replaced by one more firm. He needed information and he needed it quickly.

"Just a customer sir." You told him, and you couldn't bear to make eye contact anymore, his hard gaze unnerving for the first time since you'd begun to work for the man.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You've been gone for a few weeks, he only started being so.. interested when you were gone. I haven't had a chance." You admitted. You'd been planning on telling him today anyway, it wouldn't be the first uncomfortable visitor he'd banned from the casino for mistreating his staff.

"Stay here. I'll be dealing with this one personally."

"Sir?" You asked softly, unsure what you were meant to do from here, what was expected of you next.

"I'm taking you out." Crocodile declared, gently taking the tray from your hand that you were still clutching, something to ground yourself with. You looked up at him blankly for a moment, just blinking, processing what he'd said.

"You're what?" You asked, needing some seriously clarification before you were able to process his words.

"Go home, get changed into something casual, be back here in three hours. I'm taking you out." He repeated, ushering you out the door. Out. On a date. Okay maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, maybe it wasn't a date, but just an outing. Bosses did those right? Sure, yeah. That must be it.

You headed home as you'd been instructed to, took a shower and scrubbed yourself within an inch of your life. You sprayed yourself with deodorant and cologne, hoping you could raise yourself to the standard Crocodile might expect from someone he was going.. out with. You agonised over what to wear, sure that nothing in your wardrobe was good enough for wherever you were headed. At least he'd said casual - that meant you were off the hook.

With a pair of nice trousers, patterned and made of a thin cotton that would allow the fabric to breathe to help with the heat, and a shirt in a different colour, only buttoned part way to display some of your chest - it still could be a date and there was nothing wrong with showing off a little on a date - you were ready to go. Go where, you still had no idea, but you were ready for it. Anywhere that Crocodile took you could only be wonderful.

It was definitely a date.

As requested, you returned to the casino to find Crocodile outside already waiting for you. For a second you were concerned that you were late, but Crocodile gave a small smile upon seeing you, using his sand to snuff out his cigar which was quickly disposed of.

"You look handsome." He said as you stepped up beside him, and it caught you off guard.

"Oh- thank you sir. You look quite dashing yourself." You replied and he softly laughed, offering his arm for you to take.

"Please, don't call me sir outside of work. Not unless you want me to drastically change our plans, and take you back to my bedroom." Your cheeks warmed quickly and you froze, eyes widening.

"I- yeah. Okay." You quickly nodded, hardly able to speak nevermind reply intelligently.

Crocodile took you to a small café, which was hardly what you'd been expecting, but apparently they did the best coffee in the area. After tasting it, you believed him. He indulged you by paying for everything, and banned talking about work, only allowing the two of you to talk about yourselves.

When you approached the casino again, the sun had begun to set and you'd only left because the café had closed. It had been nothing short of wonderful, but you had questions that you needed to ask before the two of you parted.

"I hope you had a good afternoon with me?" Crocodile asked, allowing you to take your arm back from his.

"I did, it was lovely. But, I have some questions."

"I'll do my best to answer them."

"Mainly.. why? I don't understand why you'd want to take me out like this. I didn't think I was your.. type." You dodged around the fact that what you really meant was you didn't think Crocodile was gay. He seemed the sort to enjoy having a pretty lady on his arm, not.. you.

"Well, you shouldn't assume those sorts of things. I've entertained both men and women in my life," Crocodile said first, and you were embarrassed to know he understood what you'd meant quite clearly, because you had assumed he was right, "and I suppose I should've made my intentions clearer,"

"at first I was away on business, but I extended my stay after Miss All Sunday notified me of your little fan. I admit it was childish, but I've been interested in you for some time now, and I thought I'd lost my chance. When I heard today that his attentions were unwanted, I took it upon myself to take care of the issue, and then I knew I had to ask you on a date myself. I couldn't risk letting you get away again."

You couldn't see anything wrong with that.

His confession made your head spin and your palms sweat. What? Your own feelings that you'd been harbouring for your employer were requited, and had been for a time now.

"I've had a little thing for you for a while as well, actually. I have to admit. I kind of convinced myself I didn't have a chance with you." You replied, and Crocodile tilted your chin so you were looking up at him, also bending down so you were more level, his eyes locked on yours.

"I think you're stunning. I only wish I'd pursued you sooner, you could've been trussed up in the finest fabrics, sleeping in my bed, and far from the scum that decided he had any right to try to touch you." His words made your heart flutter and stomach flip. He really wanted all of that?

"I should've known you'd be a possessive man."

"Oh I am. Incredibly so. If you agree to this with me, there will be no getting away from it. You'll be mine. My boy."

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[elysiaheaven]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝘅'𝘀 𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴- 𝗝𝗶𝗮𝗼𝗾𝗶𝘂 𝘅 𝗙.𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

ᴋɪᴛꜱᴜɴᴇ ɴᴏ ʏᴏᴍᴇɪʀɪ ᴀɴᴀᴛᴀ ᴏ ᴍᴀᴊɪᴇᴛᴇ ɴᴀᴋᴜꜱʜɪᴛᴀ ᴡᴀᴛᴀꜱʜɪ ᴏ ᴍᴜᴋᴀᴇ ɴɪ ɪᴋᴏᴜ ᴢᴏ

ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏx'ꜱ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴜꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛʀɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪᴛꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ

ꜰᴏʀ ᴊɪᴀᴏQɪᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴀᴏQɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇɪxɪᴀᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀʟɪɴ'ꜱ ᴄʟᴀᴡ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴏʀ. ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀᴇ ꜰᴇɪxɪᴀᴏ'ꜱ ɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴅᴀɴᴇᴅ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴏ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ…ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ.

Onibi series took over my brain, The songs are so weird that it gave me a idea, I need to check my brain again! Also, I used some lyrics like lines that's it! It's not the same as the Onibi series. and is not connected even one bit with the story. It's just the kitsune thingy gave me a idea.

Also if you have tw for gore/demon stuff! Please don't look at the songs!  

Also slightly inspired from 'White Snake'

Some words are used from the song but is changed slightly!

The reader is based off the japanese themes so, don't get confused. 

The intro lyrics are changed!

Jiaoqiu, The foxian husband

'Mister Fox O' Mister Fox! No need for an introduction, Quickly knit them one by one My feelings together'

To escape, he had to marry the 'kitsune' spirit. Tho, he says that it happened on accident. You're not dumb. You know why he might have freed you. But, you didn't want to escape you hoped that maybe..

Will this healer will heal your wounds of the past?

"To be with someone, who's not the god made by humans and, the curse of hers happened because she betrayed their entire village by being in aide for Hoolay and Borisin. Why would I have to understand someone with the likes of her?! I have to...She might be perfect for the last..."

Moze, The Ê̶̹̘̳̦͎̪͚̼̘̿̐̄͒̈̆͊͝ͅm̷̨̞̣̭̠̦̰̲͚̉͗͐̏͆̂i̵̢̼̜̥̥̪͎̩̺͕̒͑ ̶̩͉̺̥͔͒o̷̻̱͕͕̱̐̇̿̏̇͝f̴̡̠͉̦̫̜̫̣̥̓̎̆͋͐̀̍̋͝͠ ̷̨̛́͗̒̔͑̔͗̊̃t̴̛͎̞̬̜̏̃̈́̂̍̄̀̈́͘͜h̴̢̢̗̙̖̘̟̮̗͊̾͌͌̅̚͝ī̷̗̱̯̙̖̇ͅs̷̨̼̦̤̮̩̩̮͍̯̏̒͋͂̄̔̚͝ ̷̳̳͈̤̌̽̌͊̈̄͘͝f̷̹͉̱̻̱̬̱̿̈́̍̎̉̉̈́a̵̛̗̯̟̤̪͖̬͓̞̖͒t̵͈̥͔͆e̴̫̻̝͇̭̱̎̑͒̇̂͒̇

'what are you looking at, while grasping that blade in your hand? shall we speak to the him, who can't recover his old self?'

This one's the reason, The wedding-less-wedding took place. Basically he introduced you both! Be happy!

He cares about him, tho, he doesn't care about the stories he heard from people because he doesn't have to. He talks to you normally while keeping an eye on you. 

"While being in the shackling prison, I heard different stories of the existence of this 'kitsune' deity, Which also means fox. She's twisted enough to know what life is. She can survive."

Feixiao, Your husband's boss

'We are masters of our fate and we don't need the gods to aide us'

Surprising she's not cold but she's not friendly either. To safeguard Jiaoqiu's safety due to the side-effects of the curse. She has to protect your identity, even tolerate you etc If you're willing to talk. She will gladly listen to you. Why did you make your village pay for all your sins? 

"The only reason I don't want to raise my spear is because of Jiaoqiu. I have only one request please don't torment him more with your mistakes. Why did you kill 'Eiji – "eternal ruler" Did you want his power? All he was doing is protecting those people from the abandoned spirits of the Luofu who wanted to be humans again.... "

Y/n L/n- The kitsune bride

'Could you ever understand even a little of my pain

 Could you ever understand even a little of my sorrow?'

"For the Fox's Wedding, Let us Set off to retrieve its heading And find the me that we Can't lose at any cost.    See behind the tori lies my Cold and statue body, behind the temple of the god that wasn't meant for humans?"

It is endless existence by mimicking the gods of humans, You had to you had your reasons. These people won't understand you. What use is there to show that you're good when your entire history is written as you the betrayer?

"Haha, You don't know the history of the village, If you're talking to me about the events that happened and you happened to know about by reading worthless scripts. I suggest you come and speak to me normally? Ah, I have to learn to be a good wife..."

Jingliu- The previous swordmaster

'For this grudge of mine is stronger than anyone else's You defiled me so my hatred shall last for eternity.'-???

Maybe, the know one who knows what really happened. You do wish to meet her before Jiaoqiu...

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍

𝐘����𝐍𝐐𝐈𝐍𝐆 

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈

𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆

𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐔 

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫- (𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 [𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧] )- 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐱. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

This tale will have tragic end just like human life, after all.... this wasn't a marriage but a prison.

'O, Bird locked in your fate? When will you come out? Who's behind you?'

"𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚? "𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪..... 𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙥?𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙥? 𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙥? 𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙥? 𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙭, 𝙊' 𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙭 𝙉𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤? 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛?"

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

I haven't played less of p, but can keep asking questions!

Do you have any propaganda for playing the game?

hi welcome to the lies of p propaganda

literally a mix of bloodborne and american mcgee's alice when it comes to aesthetic, vibes, themes and battle systems. if you liked either of them and are upset that bloodborne won't get a port and alice won't get a sequel this is a good alternative

the devs confirmed a sequel and a dlc btw. and they're indie so they shouldn't have many problems

INCREDIBLE soundtrack, and here's some examples of my favorites because i need to share quixotic, memory of beach, shattered memories, hall of fame and arche abbey everywhere

the boss fights are difficult, but most of them are very fair and easy to learn the patterns of. while some are clearly fodder... anyone who played a soulsborne game know that every now and then you have to deal with a curse-rotted greatwood or a witch of hemwick if it means you can have a pontiff sulyvan or a lady maria in return!! if you don't mind spoilers i highly recommend checking out the battles with the king of puppets or with champion victor

tackles themes of overcoming grief, different ways to deal with it, rebirth, what it means to be human, being your own person and honestly and lies, with the latter especially being the most prominent one and heavily implying that even if honesty is good, sometimes a lie is a much better option for everyone

INCREDIBLE visuals hello

i need to talk about how good the monsters design is because body and mechanical horror fans rise UP

you can actually mix-n-match every single weapons you can find around, not including very overpowered boss weapons, and you can have a cannon arm?? like yes it's far from being the fastest weapon but consider: i can either hit and dash or i can make the boss explode

Your Choices Matter you know when a game promises you that they don't. well they do they DOOO literally every single choice starting with your very first one matter HEAVILY in the end

i can't stress enough how good the characters are, they're all full of life and energy and Love. you get a puppet in love, a beautiful charismatic old woman, a spunky young mechanic, whatever the fuck venigni my dad venigni has going on, an actually pretty fun version of the cricket and even pinocchio, who like most soulsborne seems to have little to no personality, is way more human from the get-go, with a lot of characters noting that he's so easily annoyed by their bigger-than-life personality and dramatique

this game made me cry SO many times between the music the lore and the incredible writing and voice acting. it's weird to say i didn't expect that much from it, like when the first trailer arrived we all went haha bishounen pinocchio bloodborne game, but the various npcs and even some bosses feel so human that inevitably seeing them going through situation destroyed me fr fr

but seriously the small details fuck me up so bad. the fact that pinocchio starts by making heavy mechanical noises whenever he moves and occasionally twitches and makes no noise when he attacks and the more "good ending" choices you make the less mechanical noises he makes and the more he occasionally grunts whenever he's hit is so nice?? they literally change every single one of his animation if you aim for that ending and it's so!!!!! aaaa

and also you can play fashionsouls the clothes have no effect other than being fancy so you can literally wear whatever the fuck you want and i, personally, find it very fun. big fan of the workshop master clothes btw that was my main until i unlocked the white clothes

i could go on but it would fall in spoilers territory fnasdmg point is. play lies of p

[ykwrites]

Fired- Ukai x reader

Pairing: Ukai x fem!reader.

Warnings: Descriptions of sex, no use of protection.

Rating: NSFW

MASTERLIST

Evenings at the store were... uneventful, just a few highschool students passed by to get drinks or snacks before heading to the library after class.

It wasn't your dream job by any means, but it lasted only about three hours long if your boss didn't take too long coaching Karasuno's volleyball team and it paid okay (as okay as it could, being so easy and giving you the freedom to even study if you had no costumers)

You were in college, this little job helping you buy the few useless things your family rightfully refused buying for you.

It was a thursday evening, 5pm to be exact, your stupid economics book lying on the counter in front of you, so boring it could kill.

As background noise there was Shoyo, rummaging through bags of chips like a desperate child, making it impossible for you to concentrate.

''Hinata, pick one already''you urged.

''Sorry!''he said, peeking from behind the snack shelf with an enthusiastic but still apologetic smile.

''What are you doing here anyway? I can´t imagine you missing practice on purpose''

Shojo was obsessed with volleyball, passionate.

''There wasn't practice today, and the team wanted to go home already''putting three bags of chips on the counter, he explained, a pout clear on his lips.

Huh, weird.

Ukai said he WAS going to practice that day, he wouldn't have asked you to go to work if he wasn't.

Maybe he had plans he didn't want to tell.

A date?

The sole thought sent cold shivers down your spine, hopefully it wasn't for a date.

I should explain now, that the money this job paid wasn´t the only reason why you decided to work there. Maybe Ukai's presence had a bit to do with it.

''Y/n?''Shojo shook his hand in front of your face, making you snap out of it ''You okay?''

''I just... spaced out''you explained ''4,50''

Nodding, the little tangerine searched his pockets for the money, getting distracted when the door opened.

The smell of smoke instantly filled your nose, followed by a very deep and stoic voice.

''Hinata, what are you doing here?''

''Coach!''Shojo responed, smiling ''I'm buying chips''

''Go home, it's late''the blonde spoke, demanding, his presence making you melt with every step closer he took.

Instead of saying anything back, Shojo nodded, put money in your hand and quickly left, running out like he was scared for his life.

For a moment, the store fell silent, Ukai calmly walked around to check that everything was okay, and you decided to pretend you were extremely concentrated on your book, because otherwise you would be eyeing him down.

He was so ridiculously hot, blonde hair tucked back with his signature black band and a loose white shirt on, the first few buttons undone. This outfit was... too formal for him, he usually wore hoodies with the store´s apron on top.

Did he really go on a date? why else would he lie about where he was going?

Even more so dressed that way...

''Whatchu' looking at, kid?''he asked.

O shit, you were eyeing him down.

Pretending not to care, you rolled your eyes, annoyed at the stupid nickname he always used. He was only four years older and acted like he was 90.

''Just how ugly you look''you lied, making him laugh.

''You're the only one who said that today''he sat on a small stool near the soda fridge, fixing his hair.

If it wasn't impossible, you would think he was trying to make you jealous.

''Someone told you that you look good? tell them to get their eyes checked''

''Will do, I don´t think she'll change her mind tho''

SHE?

Definitely a fucking date, and you couldn't demostrate how much it bothered you.

Knowing you had no right to be even sligthly mad about this, but still being furious and annoyed, you closed your book and started gathering your things to leave. Trying to look as calm as you could, if he was there, your shift was over.

''How was the day?''he quickly changed the subject, his tone still playful ''Lots of costumers?''

He knew the answer to that.

''The usual''your voice was dry but careful not to express emotion.

To be honest, you had never shown Ukai any romantic or physical interest, but he was so out of your league it scared you to confess or make advances. Also, he always called you ''kid'' and pointed out how young and naive you were.

After a while of working with him, you got used to the idea of admiring him from afar, but didn't consider the obvious possibility of him getting a girlfriend.

You just had to get over it, leave your crush in the past and see him as what he was, your boss.

''I´ll head out, you need me to come back tomorrow?''you said, putting on your coat,

''As always, why you ask?'' he looked confused.

''Nothing''

''Okay, see you tomorrow then''

''At what time? wouldn't want you to be late for your date''you thougt, but didn't say it.

Your footsteps towards the door were extremely loud, a tense feeling of jealousy and embarrassment flooding your senses.

As soon as cold air hit you, you cursed in between your teeth. The walk home felt longer than usual, with more overthinking than actually walking.

Of course, your feelings towards Ukai were destined to end or be kept in your fantasies forever.

You couldn't complain, you weren't entitled to anything and you were too much of a coward.

That night, you closed your eyes wondering how that woman he was dating must've been feeling, how she felt when his hands touched her, rough and sweet at the same time, demanding.

And his lips... probably soft, tasting of cheap cigarettes, leaving marks to dominate and show she belonged to him.

Oh, what wouldn't you give to feel all of that yourself.

The next day your alarm ringed too early, leaving you plenty of time to overthink while you showered, had breakfast and tried to study for a few hours before having to head out to work.

Before leaving, you looked in the mirror, fixing the short, black pleaded skirt you put on because it was warmer outside.

As always, a short glimpse of hope made you wish he would notice your outfit. (too revealing to work in a small convenience store)

On your way, you crossed paths with a couple of Ukai's students who greeted you enthusiastically, dressed in their sport's uniform.

A couple of them went out to buy drinks for the whole team before friday's practice every week, so it wasn't weird seeing them walk back to the school with bags.

What was weird that day, was Ukai sitting behind the counter with his apron still on, crossed legs up on the counter, leaning back on the chair while lazily smoking instead of ready to leave quickly.

''Hey''he greeted, still not moving.

''Hey''you said, walking past him to leave your things in the back, assuming he would leave right when you got out.

''We have to restock the gum''

''Okay, I´ll get to it after cleaning''

And, he was in the same exact position when you appeared with the broom in hand.

''Don't you have practice?''

''The boys wanted to have a day for themselves''

''And you let them?''you asked, even more confused but trying to look uninterested.

''Well, I have more interesting things to do''

''I thought the interesting plan was yesterday''

''Yesterday?''

''Mhm''avoiding his gaze, you started cleaning the first aisle ''I would think that going on a date is way more exciting than being here, or at practice''

A small laugh escaped his lips, choked.

''If you consider having lunch with my grandma a date, I guess you´re right''

Upon hearing his words, you froze in place.

His grandma?

Before your brain could elaborate, or even realize how stupid and out of proportion your reaction was, he said something, something you would never have expected to hear from him.

''Is that why you got so mad yesterday?''he asked, playful ''because you thought I went on a date?''

This shit had to be a joke, not real, so you promptly ignored him, back turned to pretend you didn´t hear anything.

''How rude of you, not responding to your boss''

What the fuck was happening? Why was he acting like this?

''It was a stupid question''desperately trying to control the situation, you spoke, turning to look at him.

Ukai´s face was easy to read, showing how much he enjoyed himself, arms crossed and a smug smile on his lips.

''Then answer''he dared, standing up.

''I don't care what you do on your free time''

''What a bummer''

He huffed and you looked at him wide eyed, what did he mean by that? This was certainly new, and it didn't make any sense, bizarre and out of place, because in the couple months you had worked for him, he never acted this way.

Ukay was usually a serius, kind of dry and tired man, he probably had cracked two or three jokes in the time you had known him, but never this way.

''Ukai, what do you mean?''you asked, now seriously wondering if the man in front of you was a clone and not the actual Ukai.

Your question seemed to break his facade, making him look away and nervously fix his hairband, letting out a frustrated curse that you couldn't quite hear.

''Nevermind, I was messing with you''he said, quickly getting in the back.

Intuition told you he was lying, and with the urge to find out what all of this was, your feet moved on their own, following him.

Ukai stood with his hands resting on the small table he had full of bills and random paper, cheeks furiously red, even more when he saw you there.

''How rude of you, not responding to your employee''you joked, trying to ease his nerves(and also yours)

''I...played a dumb prank on you, it was inappropriate''now he acted like himself ''I´m sorry if I made you uncomfortable''

''You didn't make me uncomfortable, but I am extremely confused''

''Forget it, kid, a prank doesn't need that much thought''

For some reason, you still thought he was lying, so in a desperate attempt to clear things up and annoyed because he used the little nickname, you walked towards him with an intimidating gaze, resting your hands on the table right next to his with a loud and determined thump.

If this was a prank, you had the right to get him back, and if it wasn't...well, you would NOT miss a juicy chance.

''Seems like you tried to make me jealous''squinting your eyes, you got real close to his face.

Ukai almost jumped back, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he stood his ground, eyes turning dark.

''What if I did?''he said, that tone of enjoyment from earlier coming back mixed with dominance.

There was no going back now, you had to take the fucking chance.

''Didn't take you for a man who gets all scared when a woman doesn't get that he is flirting''you teased.

''Stop trying to piss me off'' he was so close that the familiar scent of his perfume mixed with cheap tobacco flooded every inch of you,

''And what if I am? are you going to do something about it?''

In seconds, his left hand held your chin up, bringing you close to slam his lips against yours with such force it could leave bruises, however you didn´t care if your lips fell off after this, because you kissed Ukai.

This was the kind of kiss that leaves people gasping for air, panting for more touch.

''I knew you liked me''he said, smug, still holding your chin.

''Who said that?''you challenged, walking around the table to bump against him on purpose.

Ukai didn´t flinch but smiled, confidently placing a hand on your waist and the other just at the edge where your short black skirt met your thigh. Instinctively, you shivered, melting under his touch.

Before responding, his lips attacked yours again with burning hunger, getting you desperate on purpose.

''I know you wear these little things just to tease me''his hand traveled up your thigh, teasing.

''Took you long enough to notice''

''Oh''he chuckled, voice deep, his digits moving up to meet the edge of your underwear ''I noticed, every time''

Almost shivering from excitement, you kissed him again, biting his bottom lip to earn a delicious groan and a more adventurous hand placed on your clit teasingly. He didn´t put pressure but smiled down at you, sinister, waiting for you to beg.

His name fell from your lips like a silent prayer and he took it upon himself to make you suffer a little bit, moving his digits only a couple of times.

''What?''he asked, still smiling, aware of how he had you in the palm of his hand with such little effort ''why don't you tell me what you want?''

Waiting for a response, Ukai placed a slow kiss on your cheek, the closest he could to your lips without touching them. It was a clear way of demostrating how he could make you moan so easy, melt under his touch.

''Touch me''you asked, panting.

''Mhm''he nodded, devouring your lips one more time and finally moving his fingers against your heat with a rythm.

Small moans filled the room while he worked his magic, leaving your panties a soaking mess, sticky and warm.

A small knot formed inside you, brain going fuzzy and shockwaves travelling up and down your body. Desperate to feel closer to him, to feel more, you needed to kiss him again and palm his growing bulge. As a response he groaned again, grinding against your hand for a few moments until he unexpectedly took a step back.

''Get on the table''before you could protest, he spoke ''take off your panties first, leave the skirt on''

You more than happily obligued, throwing away a couple of papers and sitting, legs immediately open for him.

Ukai observed the mess he made, proud to see your blushing face and eyes asking him to fuck you senseless, his dick was about to explode, so before going back to kiss you, he took off every piece of fabric in the way, leaving just his shirt on.

Your eyes shoot open at the mouth-watering sight, thick and veiny, slightly bent at the tip, but he didn´t let you look much before he was already kissing you,left hand on your neck while the other teased your folds.

''You are such a good girl''he spoke, inserting a finger slowly ''Your pussy is clenching so much, like you want to cum just now, and I didn't even move''

His words were like a drug, addictive, tempting and a great way to make you go crazy when he finally moved his finger, bending it with the sole purpose of finding the sweetest spot inside you.

At this point you couldn't even kiss him, head thrown back at the pleasure and hips grinding to follow his movements.

Just when you thought things couldn't feel better, he added another finger without warning, making you gasp loudly as he scissored his fingers to stretch your soaking cunt.

''Ukai''you managed to say ''Oh god''

Concentrated on you, he just listened to your sweet and lewd sounds, leaving marks on every piece of skin his lips could find.

Tears pooled in your eyes, the pleasure being too much for you to handle, one hand gripping Ukai's arm for leverage when you finally unleashed with a big, breathy moan, almost a scream.

''Fuck''breathless, you spoke, feeling his hand slip out of you.

''You did so good for me''he said, stroking your cheek with a passionate kiss.

This moment as you came down from your high, your heart swelled up, because he was being so sweet, loving almost, clearly giving you time to recover and breathe before moving any further.

For a bit, Ukai just kissed your face and your lips gently, touching your body in more of a caring way.

''You wanna keep going?''he asked, not pushy but relaxed, the dominance in his voice now gone.

''Ukai''you said, propping yourself up enough to tangle your hands behid his neck and pull his face closer until his ear was next to your lips, close enough to whisper ''I want you to fuck me, hard''

This time, you were the one smiling playfully when his face turned all red and desperate, welcoming the furious slam of his lips against yours. It was inevitable, you lit a fire in him and he still took his sweet time kissing and touching you all over until he couldn't take it anymore and guided his member with your entrance, bottoming out in a sharp thrust that took every bit of air out of your lungs.

It definitely felt better than his fingers, and that's saying a lot.

Ukai wasted no time and with a low moan, he held your hips and moved fast inside you.

''You feel so good, fuck''he said, squeezing hard where he had his hands and desperately searching for your lips.

Hardly, you kissed him, back arching at the pressure and feeling of him inside you, reminiscing every time you had touched yourself thinking of this very moment, even more turned on now that the fantasy was way better than you imagined.

Ukai was good, rough just how you liked it, extremely good at finding the places that drove you both crazy.

Soon after you were clamping down on him, earning more of those deep moans you loved so much.

''Fuck, pretty, I´m going to cum''he warned, movements getting sloppy.

''Cum inside me'' you pleaded.

''You sure?''

''Please''

That's all he needed to hear, and in the blink of an eye, he bottomed out one last time to release his warm load inside your walls, hazily slipping out after.

Between shaky breaths and the sweaty mess you both were, you could feel his cum dripping out of you and onto the table to wich he gave a lazy smile.

''You look so pretty like this''he chuckled, setting himself between your legs again, hands lovingly on your waist.

''Well''you laughed, heart almost exploding at the sight of him all fucked out and also very pretty ''You look like a mess''joking, you fixed his hairband.

''All because of you''

''Mhm, if you say so''

''We should go out together''he said, leaving small kisses all over your face.

''Should've asked me out before this, I think you skipped a step''

''Are you rejecting me?''Ukai laughed.

''I can't reject my boss, wouldn't want to get fired''

''Not in a million years, baby, you could punch me and I still wouldn't fire your fine ass''

[zhongrin]

ok but now aine pointing out that hot af art:

You give Mafia boss Li the blowing of his life, he tells you to stay in his office, he'll be back once the job is done.

hours. you wait for fucking hours for what should have been a simple hit job.

Li eventually comes back, covered in blood, kinda feral look in his eye, turns out he went and took out the mark himself because he was so pumped after your service. proceeds to shuck his bloody coat, throw you over his desk and ehehehehehohohohoho

you're kidding me you're spoiling me you're feral and unhinged and i am supposed to be chilling here on Friday night drinking my goddamned osmanthus tea and snacking on strawberry chocolate matcha-

ps. tumblr hates me and i had to rewrite this so if some parts feel weird it's probably because of that lskdjflsjdlfkjsdf

the heavy door which you had trouble opening at the start of your negotiations hours ago slams against the wall, making you jump and spill some wine onto your shirt.

you don’t have half the mind to worry about the spreading stain on your garment, however, seeing as the state of morax’s own shirt is way worse. there are splotches of dark reds marring the pristine white cloth, which are unbuttoned enough to display his chest, teasing what lies under. his amber eyes are glowing as he finds you sitting on the seat he regularly sat on, and at once he’s stalking towards you like a predator that has found a most delectable prey.

his black coat haphazardly crumples against the leather sofa, and within seconds he’s right in front of you, hands slamming against the armrests on your either side. the slight sheen of sweat against his arms reflects under the grand lighting of the luxurious office, and though he’s of a leaner size you’re suddenly aware of his muscles, reminded of his authority and the regality of his aura.

with a squeak, you sink further into the seat and stare downwards at your lap. but the man follows, leaning in even closer so that you can feel his breath against your forehead.

“how bold of you,” one of his fingers tilts your chin up to meet his eyes, “to sit on my chair. drinking my wine. when you have yet to fulfill your payment for your pesky client.”

“wha-but i did-”

“my, did you? why don’t you recite what i said regarding the payment.”

you try to rack your memories; with him so close, the scent of blood and his stupid cologne that fits him so well was so overpowering, your brain decided to turn into mush and remind you of how his seed tasted on your tongue, heavy and heady and-

“answer.”

“y-you said,” your breath hitches, “um… ‘if you can satisfy me, i will consider that as your payment instead’….?”

morax hums. his grip on your shirt tightening was all the warning you got before he ripped the material off your body, lips mashing together, tongue inviting yours into a dance. he tastes of iron and fragrant tea and the sinful thoughts of all your wicked desires that had grown immensely ever since you took his cock into your mouth. the glass of wine previously balanced within your grip thuds against the plush carpet, forgotten, and you moan against the kiss as the man pulls you even closer.

you almost don’t even realize that you’re lifted up the chair onto the wide desk until you feel them against your back. the size of it is absurd, just as everything else in this room; the chandelier, the vases, the paintings, the dragon sculpture, his girthy-

his hand trails up your inner thigh, and you shudder.

zhongli’s gaze rakes all over your body, his gloved hand faithfully following right behind it. you’re about to ask him whether you’re the most interesting paperwork he had to do on this desk, but the question dies before you could even utter a word, because while he’s keeping one of his hands on you, he’s biting on the other to slide them off, revealing his hands and the veins which run at the back of his palm.

he makes the action look like some kind of an art.

you don’t even realize that you’re whining at the sight of him taking them off in such a manner until his eyes lock onto you, with the leather still hanging between pearly white teeth (god, you’ve felt it from the kiss, but those little fangs are driving you crazy). the corner of his lips twitches as he gently places the material aside on the desk.

“i must have forgotten to tell you,” his bare hand tenderly swipes the lock of hair from your face and yet the expression on his face suggests that his next course of actions will be anything but gentle, “i am a man who can hardly be satiated by normal means.”

© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

[lolotheparagon]

Talia al Ghul for the character breakdown

Ive only seen this character's portrayal in the Arkham games so I have no idea what she's like in other media, but from what bits I've seen from her backstory and her relationship to Bruce, I think she has the potential to be really interesting...if she wasn't plagued by male writers being fucking weird about her.

The biggest problem I have with her in Arkham City ties into her relationship with her dad Ra's and his obsession with getting Batman to be his heir cos male primogeniture. Talia is only a puppet leader and is used as a pawn to get Batman to submit to his Order and become the next leader of Assassins (even though Talia is a perfectly good leader in her own right). And for some reason, Talia is okay with her father neglecting her in favour of her bat boyfriend. Its only when Ra's threatens to kill her to force Batman to join does Talia turn on him. So neglecting me and treating me like a pawn, thats fine but putting a knife to my throat as an ultimatum for Batman is when I stand up? Talia, girl, have some respect for yourself. Heck, even in Ra’s and Talia’s character files: they state Ra’s only supports Talia's on and off relationship with Bruce so he can groom Bruce into becoming his heir and push Talia aside.

And Bruce himself is no better as a lover to Talia, he lies to her about joining the League of Assassins cos he just wants a vial of Ra's blood and im like DUDE, JUST TELL TALIA THAT. I know she's concerningly devoted to her father but just telling her 'hey, i need your father's blood sample to make an antidote cos not only I will die, but thousands of ppl in Gotham will die cos Joker has shipped samples of my poisoned blood to hospitals all over the city' Im pretty sure Talia would understand. Im pretty sure an assasin group would want people alive to, yknow, kill them.

Imagine Batman going up to Talia, explaining all this and both team up to fight Ra's cos they both know Ra's wont just let them take some cos he's the most prideful fucker on the planet and you can still have that boss fight with him in that sands of time dimension in the game, but with Talia as backup. You can even have her have this inner conflict of having to fight back against her father cos she wants to help Bruce with his mission but she secretly wanted Bruce to join her crusade to make her father happy and cos Bruce was the only person she felt close to (it’s like a win win) but she knows deep down, the more close he is the more her father will push her away so she helps Batman defeat Ra’s and even takes a sample of his blood for Bruce to use as an antidote.

So we have a character who is extremely devoted to her father and her lover, yet gets mistreated by BOTH of them. And gets killed off by Joker. Man, Rocksteady really doesnt know how to be normal around women.

Then I read her original backstory in the comics...

WOW. IT IS... SO MUCH WORSE

Not only is Talia a subservient pawn to her father and has become just as nasty and cruel as him, but also raped Bruce and became pregnant with Damian, something that she kept secret from Bruce for years. And the comics portrayal as this evil foreign bitch who raped our super cool white hero and Damian is portrayed as a “bastard evil love child with powers that become more controlled when he meets his white relatives”

YIKES

So yeah… just write Talia like a normal fucking person and not for some weird racist fetish or make her a neglected woman at the behest of her father who only views her as a disposable tool.

Like watch the Harley Quinn show’s portrayal of Talia and Damian. It’s the funniest shit. Talia is so distant from Damien and always away, she still thinks he’s a baby even though he’s like 12 lmao

[phonkscribes]

Still.

Perhaps he just liked to annoy you, or maybe he's curious because he hasn't ever seen you... upset or expressive much beyond the disdain you carry when dealing with demons and the like. You're not gruff, but you're not soft spoken either. Perfectly balanced, right in the middle, holding this weird indifference to your character. When trying to get under your skin, he finds that his actions have consequences, which only adds to your allure.

In which Dante is put in his place, for once, by none other than the (AMAB)Reader.

Minors DNI.

You were reading over something you'd borrowed from the library, a book that you could find that pertained to demonology. It was filled with all sorts of information, with diagrams of horned beasts and chained monsters that you've fought before. There wasn't anything else that you really wanted to read, but you didn't know what else to do with your down time. You could only refine your skills and sharpen your blade so many times a day before even that didn't offer anything more than the burn in your muscles and the familiar ache of stretching your limbs for practice. You're human, weaker in comparison to the boss of your agency, but not inferior in the slightest.

Dante had come to acknowledge that from watching the way you'd dance around the battlefield, holding yourself upright and with poise despite the circumstances. Death didn't scare you, even if he thought you could be a little concerned with it. Though... knowing that you could handle yourself without his help was a comforting thought. He'd walked in the lobby of the Devil May Cry, leaning on the door way as he observed your resting expression. Even when resting you were so serious, lighten up a bit will ya?

He approaches, as you have your head down, but you're already quite aware. How could you not be? He leans his arms down on the couch, looking at you with a certain glint to his sky blue eyes.

"So... whatcha readin'?", he asks casually.

"Alighieri's Beastiary on the Nine Circles", you muse dully, flipping a page to look at a rather unpleasant demon.

Funny that you've yet to see the famed little red bastard with red horns and a spiked tail that people think of when they hear the world 'devil'. This one had a wide, gaping maw with teeth that were too straight and too white within its blackened gums.

"Ah, I see", Dante nods, as if he's read it before.

He wasn't much for reading himself, but that didn't mean that he too didn't happen to indulge in the literary arts from time to time. There were the greats like Liefeld and Nicieza. He preferred short stories, packed with action like his own. Although at the moment, he could care less about what lied on the pages. Dante reaches forward and swipes the book from your hands, not really paying attention to the grinning demon in your book. He was more focused on how you'd react.

The reaction is delayed, as if you're not quite able to process why the book had been removed from your hands as he looked it over. Dante chuckled when you turned your head to glance at him, narrowing your eyes slightly.

"Give that back", you state calmly, as you always had.

"If you want this back, why don't you come and get it?", he smirks, pulling his grin to one side of his face.

You wished at times that he'd be a little more serious, a little less playful, but you supposed that it came with Dante's charm. He didn't direct his silly games at you too often, granted you didn't buy into them and weren't one to be goaded but... you were bored. It wouldn't hurt to indulge him.

Just this once.

Getting up from your seat on the couch, you reach to take the book you were reading back, but Dante pulls his hand out of reach. Your mouth twitches. Leaning over it now, you reach again, and Dante moves his arm back further. He chuckles, and you give him a rather pointed stare. When you walk around the furniture, to stand in front of him, you reach for it again but he holds it above your head.

"Dante"

"Yeees?", he asks innocently.

"Hand the book over now"

"And what will you do if I don't, hm?"

You step closer, close enough to smell him, to see every minute detail of his face. Dante could use a shave, you reckon. His stubble is starting to grow out again, and he has an earthy scent to him. You cannot deny that you have a handsome man as your boss, nor the thought that eagerly presses itself to the front of your mind. This is the part where you'd usually glare at him, annoyed with this and leave to go and busy yourself with something else.

It comes as a surprise to the legendary devil hunter when you don't step off. He didn't think he'd find your hands taking his shirt into fists and turning him around so suddenly. Dante didn't think he'd ever be pushed over his own couch with you leaning over him. He could easily shove you back or hand the book back, this position isn't really threatening him at all. He feels himself smile, but that's only because he's impressed.

You're stronger than you look, he'd give you that. Now that he's looking at you from this position, he sees that there's a special little glint in your own eyes. Same as his.

"I'll do this", he say, amusement tinging your monotonous voice.

You watch him laugh quietly, feeling the way something curls in your chest at the sound he makes in his throat. It's a pleasant sound, and though you probably shouldn't be thinking about it... you wonder what other sounds he could make. Dante reaches out to you with one hand, caressing your cheek with one hand as the other sets the book down. The heat of his hand makes your feel warm, and perhaps a little bold.

"It must be quite the read, but I will say, you're quite the catch", his legs cross over your waist.

"Yes well, you have my attention now", you raise your brow provocatively as he leans forward.

You lean forward some more, using your legs as anchors for the both of you so that you two don't slide down the couch and onto the floor. There's a pause, a moment where neither person makes a move or says a word until the gap is finished off by the mutual attraction you had for each other. His lips are soft against your own, pressing against yours and gentle. You thought he'd be more reckless, as he was out while he fought, but this was good too. Dante moves his hand to rest behind your head and to move through your hair as you feel his teeth nibble on your bottom lip.

When you allow him to slip his tongue along yours, he is attempting to get more ground, curling himself upwards to push himself up and against you. You smirk as your hands remain where they were before, on his chest. Holding him down, you return the kiss with a dormant desire, something that's been longing for this moment. He giggles, as you assert yourself, holding him place but letting go of his shirt. One hand has him 'pinned' while the other trails down his body.

Down the anterior of his torso, along his oblique and towards his hips. It's a slow, deliberate travel as you pant into his mouth for air. He didn't need to breathe, he could suffocate on you all day if he wanted. The sound of you taking your breath back as you breathed into him was exciting, and he wanted more. Dante squirmed under your hand, your fingers feeling ticklish along his clothes through his skin. You couldn't help but to savor every inch of his body, enjoying the touch of the half-devil.

He was gorgeous, a marvel in his own right. You stroked his thigh before returning to your kiss. His legs pulled you closer, if that were possible. You were angled perfectly against his ass, if the two of you weren't clothed right now, all you'd need to do was push. Dante could feel that, the certain hardness pressing up against the curve of his ass through your pants.

"I want you", he growled, his teeth brushing up against yours as he looked into your eyes.

"Be patient, I'm not fucking you over the couch... and not on it either"

"Aw", he feigned disappointment at your response, "How about my room then?"

"That works", you lean back with ease, and watch as he untangles his hand from your hair to offer both them out to you so that you could pull him up.

The son of Sparda releases his legs from your waist as he holds onto one of your hands and leads you up the stairs. His room is... what you expected it to be, in all honesty. It's a bit messy, but it's not a pig's sty. You're back to kissing once the door closes behind you. He falls onto the bed with a gentle push, and you're back to that familiar position you had him in, taking your shirt off and helping him out of his own to abandon somewhere on the floor. Your hand pulls the belt from around his waist in a swift, one-handed motion.

Dante's dick presses up against yours as you press down into him. The friction is pleasant but it won't soothe neither of you. He groans when you free him. He's quite sizeable, you hum as you look down between the two of you, taking your cocks in hand and stroking the both of you. You spit into your hand to provide some lube, he's only surprised that you didn't pull out a small bottle. Ever the stoic, ever prepared. He guesses you weren't anticipating this.

To be fair, he wasn't anticipating this either.

The pace is set to a medium, neither fast or slow, which is like you. He watches you while you work, watching as your brow furrows and your face reddens. The tip of your cock rubs against his underside, massaging his frenulum as you press into him there. You hear a gasp draw from the hunter that pleases your ears immensely, at which you speed up your hand. Dante leans up and takes your lips again, groaning into your throat as you kiss him back. His hands find themselves elsewhere this time, at either side of your shoulders as he crosses his arms around your neck.

He likes the closeness, the way you're working hard to satisfy the both of you, him more than yourself. Such a gentleman. He'd gathered that much from you. Eventually he tires of the kissing, and his stubble tickles the side of your jaw as he moves in to claim your neck. He can see the way your artery moves beneath your flesh, and he enjoys the way you tighten the pocket of your hand as he places his teeth right on that spot. A soft sigh escapes you, nearly shuddering as Dante smiles beside your throat.

"You like that?", he asks as he prods his tongue against you, sucking gently to tug at your nerves.

He takes your silence as a 'yes'.

In retaliation, you grind your palm over his cock head, grinding into him and only urging him to bite elsewhere next. Brat. It's still a game, to see who buckles or caves first. It's not going to be you, even if his mouth makes you want to teach him a lesson. With your free hand you tap his shoulder, which causes him to stop. Dante worries, just for a second until you're tugging his pants off to get access to his ass. His eyebrows raise as he gets the idea and turns around to present. He even wiggles it at you, a taunt.

"Hmph", you put a hand on it, caressing the curve appreciatively. Should you pray before you eat?

...

Nah.

You give Dante a quick smack before spreading him open, delighting in his puckered hole winking at you in greeting. Leaning down you put your tongue over the ring of muscles, pressing in as you enjoy your feast. The grip you have on either cheek is rough, in the case that he tries to run away from you. His scent is most prominent here, and the way he pushes back into your mouth excites you. You can hear the devil chuckle at the warmth while you tongue fuck him.

His toes curl slightly, and he closes his eyes to get nice and comfortable as you treat him nicely. You're as hard as ever, as you spit in his hole, using it as lube as you rise, smearing the fluid over your dick before you get ready to push into him. It wouldn't be enough, and maybe you should've prepped him just a little bit better, but alas- he did interrupt your reading. Why should you take it easy on ol' Dante?

He groans under you as he welcomes your dick in, walls tensing around the intruder as you let yourself come flush to the hilt. A growl escapes your own lips as you grip his hips, looking down at him as he turns to look over his shoulder. You draw back slowly before snapping forward, relishing in the sound of your skin against his as he gasps. You're dreadful as you go in and out, wanting to lean over him so that your bodies are closer together, but you were on a mission. You had to teach this brat a lesson about taking things from you.

With each thrust into the devil hunter, you're angling yourself to find the right angle, listening attentively to the man under you as you fuck him. At a strong clench around your cock, you smirk while holding his eyes.

"Jackpot"

"That's my li- ah-"

One hand remains at his sides while the other reaches around for his dribbling dick, pumping it in time with your thrusts. Your rhythm has him grunting, his eyes squinting as he feels the coil behind his naval tighten. You're both close, ready to spill, so you start jerking him faster. The sounds he makes is music to your ears. As you grind into him, his grunting turns into growls. Like an animal in heat, and that makes this hotter somehow.

You rut into him a few more times before you spill your load, deep within the son of Sparda. Looming over him at last, you sink your own teeth into his shoulder, sucking in a satisfied groan as your dick throbs in his ass. He spills too, white ropes being emptied beneath him as you keep stroking him. You wouldn't be satisfied until he was drained. Dante's legs spasm under yours as you kiss where you'd marked him, not that it'd stay with his healing factor.

He whines as you grind into him, pushing him through his orgasm until he's shaking. At last, you relent when he can't take it, and you pull yourself from that impeccable ass. You feel your cum dribble down his taint, onto your own cock as you lay over him for a moment. He's pressed into his own filth, and you're being coated in your own, but you're both content.

"That was... hah... wow", he smirks as you stare at him, "Didn't think you had it in ya"

"Maybe you'll be wiser to heed my warning next time", you reply, going to move to admire your efforts.

"Maybe... or maybe I'll just keep pushin' my luck"

You make a face before going to collect your things to hit the showers. Dante laughs from where he lays, but you certainly wouldn't mind repeating today's lesson. It crosses your mind briefly as you exit, and harasses you as you let the cascade wash over your hair and down your back.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Hazformers-Ship CherriShock: The Nerd-Buck & Party-Girl (2024)

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[Note: Do NOT Reblog Without Permission...]

Credit for Hazformers AU goes to Blitzy-Blitzwing

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

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depending on how one can look at the ship of these two,

it can be like platonic or romantic, and be a bit like how Cherri and Pentious relationship started.

so far I came up with three ship names for Cherri & Shockwave...

the ship names are of course seen in the drawing, are ShockBomb, Cherriwave and CherriShock.

CherriShock might be my favorite one as Cherri & Shockwave's Platonic & Romantic Ship name.

I think Cherri would end up calling Shockwave a "Nerd" if they ever met...

she might also be a bit disrespectful to even Ratchet, maybe calling him "Grandpa" and even asking "who let him out of the home for the grumpy goats..."

I am speaking of a theoretical and hypothetical way, on what I believe could happen if Cherri ended up meeting Ratchet...

is it weird that Sera kinda reminds me of White Diamond of Steven Universe, like when you don't really hate her but she seems like a really bossy Mom and Matriarch who is stuck in the old ways of running things and thinks that "questioning" when it is needed, is bad and not a "good thing to do"...

Lilith, Charlie's Mom...could remind me of a bit of Pink Diamond but before she became a bit better and became Rose Quartz...

Lute could be a bit like Yellow Diamond and Jasper...

and Adam would possibly be like Blue Diamond, Spinel and Pink-Pearl.

Adam possibly went through a very bad depression because of Lilith and Lucifer, and he only ended up turning into a type of "Bad Boy" because those two had hurt him, like REALLY hurt him...in a emotional way.

even if he is full of himself and puts himself in a very high pedestal of importance, but for all we know...deep down, he is just a emotionally hurt soul who hides it and lets the worst parts of himself show instead of the parts of himself that he keeps hidden inside.

in theory, while there are different versions of Lilith in the Multiverse of the Fictional Dimension, the Lilith from the Hazbin Hotel's Main Timeline, might not be as sweet and loving to her family as she appears to be in the Fanon Timelines...

the book that tells the story about the Garden Of Eden, likely has half-truths and half-lies in it that Lilith may have wrote herself to make herself seem good in her daughter's eyes.

but at times there is more to a story than meets the eye.

just like how there is more than meets the eye when when it comes to who is a "good guy" and who's a "bad guy" when it comes to the Autobots and Decepticons...

like "If The Allspark is forever, Then Cybertron must be a lie."

being like a parody of "If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie."

I think that Shockwave would be taller than Cherri, like I know he is a bit shorter in his demon form but still taller than most...

but I think that he would be a bit more taller than Cherri.

Cherri could be like a "Agent Of Anarchy" and if hypothetically, Shockwave were to go even more wild and cut loose, it could be from Cherri getting him throw those Cherry-Bombs all over the Pentagram of the Pride Ring...

and yeah the tags for this drawing having the whole "opposites attract" has to do with CherriShock, and the whole "nerd boy" has to do with Shockwave and party gal has to do with Cherri.

and I guess Shockwave in this drawing, allowing Cherri to touch him would be a shock to anyone...

Cherri might end up being a bad influence on Bumblebee if those two ever met, like Cherri could become protective of Bumblebee and see him as that annoying little brother who you can't let leave your sight or else they might get into trouble, even if Cherri is all for trouble...cause she tends to get in a lot of it with Angel, but it could be different when Bumblebee is just too naive and innocent for his own good.

so like how Angel & Niffty is like my favorite pair in a "I Fam it" way, because of how Angel is so protective of Niffty, and acts like a helicopter Dad to her.

Husk is more like the tired Dad, and Blitzwing would be like the Fun Dad...I'm pretty sure that Niffty would be shorter than Bumblebee in his Anthropomorphic Bee Demon form.

like picture Bumblebee getting startled by Niffty. XD

Prowl may have been a Bad Boy before he started to train with Yoketron...so imagine Niffty calling Prowl a "Bad Boy" in front of everyone, knowing his dirty secret...

Niffty probably has a "Bad Boy Radar" even if it might be off at times, and those she thought was a bad boy, turns out not to be...much to her disappointment...

anyway, once again this drawing can be seen as both a platonic and romantic ship, which is why I'm using both the tags "platonic ship" and "romantic ship" for this drawing.

I think sometime when I'm able to, I will do another ship drawing of Megatron x Carmilla Carmine, and maybe sometime do another drawing of CherriShock.

yeah I know it is possible that CherriShock and Megamilla wont become a thing in the main stories of Hazformer, and I'm okay with that.

besides I can always OTP ship CherriShock and Megamilla in that story that has to do with Sari Sumdac at the age of 23 being the Main Character...the story is still on hiatus, but at some point I do plan to have Sari become 24 years old in the story that I'm working on over at Quotev, but I'm going to take my time with it...

also in theory, is weird to think if they did make another Season of TFA on TV and not just the fan type way...

would it be possible that Blitzwing would of picked a third alternate mode like a speed boat...?

like he can be a Jet and a Tank, for both the Sky and Land...

so why not a Boat for the Water...?

if he could scan a third mode, he probably wouldn't of figured that out until much later on...so it could be possible that Blitzwing could of been able to turn into not just a Jet and Tank, but also a Boat as well.

anyway back to whole CherriShock drawing...

I guess this could be a bit of a odd couple and crackship.

also even if the drawing itself isn't like "super mature", but I still want to use the "mature audiences only" tag, because of reasons...

and no matter what Toxic-Religious Jerk of Man Thinks, Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, is NOT for kids and is for a Mature Audiences...

I think I forgot the name of that Toxic-Religious Jerk, who dared call Hazbin Hotel a "Kids Show" or "Kids Cartoon" whichever it was that I might not 100% remember which, but I know that Toxic-Religious Jerk had peeved me off...

I probably wasn't the only one that jerk had peeved off, but anyway when you have Mature Content it might be important to give the Warning that the content is Mature and 18+ at the very start of a story of a book or like episode of a show, and maybe even in a video game...

because some parents will possibly scapegoat instead of blaming themselves for making sure the little kids don't view something they aren't suppose to until they are the proper age to view it.

it ain't the Mature Content that is the problem, it's the parents and those who are suppose to be watching the little kids and making sure they do NOT view certain Mature Content until they are at the right age to view it...

if I can call out the whole "Antichrist wanting to pull that two wrongs don't make a right" Sugar Honey Ice Tea, then I'm gonna point out that some parents need to stop that messed up scapegoating on mature content, that was NEVER suppose to be for little kids and are for mature audiences from 16 to 18+ and it can depend on the mature content.....it also might be possible that only some parents have some logical sense to not pull that scapegoating sugar honey ice tea. so there is still some hope...

also it's fine that not everyone read that whole post I wrote that had my thoughts about the Antichrist, and how if they go through with that whole messed up stuff they may want to do, it will prove they are no better than the Ancient Christians from the past when that whole dethroning of The Goddess and Divine Feminine Happen...but those who did that mess were only partly successful...

which is why I'm calling what the Antichrist wants to possibly do as "two wrongs that don't make a right"...and well it's fine that not many end up reading that post anyway, even if it does talk a bit of other stuff as well and reading it is optional. and not all Christians are the same, same goes for any other people who are part of different religions, and most of my Ancestors had different type of Religions they were a part of...one of them being Jewish...I still need to think over about if I want to go by "Neo-Christian" or not or just stick with just "Neo-Spiritual"...

anyway that aside, I am interested in seeing that new Transformers One Movie, I can't wait to watch...

is it weird I might feel at times, like I want to glomp Megatron from that Movie...?

although it is possible that in theory, some people who saw how Megatron was in that trailer, have the higher and extreme feelings of wanting to glomp him...

anyway once again, going to have the whole "mature audiences only" tag for this...and well even if those two might not even meet at all in the Hazformers stories by Blitzy-Blitzwing, and that's okay and I can still like the concept of those two being ship as CherriShock.

plus I can try to have CherriShock become a thing in the story that I'm working on where Sari is the Main Character, but at first she wasn't originally going to be the Main Character, a different character was but some ideas started to change slightly, so the original main character had become that type of Faux-Heroine that shows up first before the True-Heroine of the story...and yeah, that was the idea I decided to go with when some ideas started to change a little...

I also want to say that even if I might think that Cherri and Shockwave might never meet, but then again maybe they will...who knows maybe they could end up meeting but not really interact very much.

anyway it's okay that not everyone likes the whole CherriShock ship idea, and it's fine that only a few end up liking the idea of it.

also when I'm able to, I will do another CherriShock drawing...but it might not be right away and might be a while, maybe a few days or so before I start on the next drawing of Cherri & Shockwave...and this is both a Hazformers Fanart, as well as a Crossover Fanart and Ship between two characters who are possibly very opposite from each other...

[jeongyeonluvr]

Just breathe

|| non!idol au

|| cg!Nayeon nd!Tzuyu

•TW: Tzuyu has autism, meltdown, self harm (not graphic)

Long years of abuse and ugly comments taught Tzuyu how to control herself and her autism. She isn't going to lie, it is hard, but if she wants to have work and a relationship she has to control herself.

She is smart, she just must act like everyone else around her. You have to blend in if you want to survive. Tzuyu doesn't fully understand the people around her, Except Nayeon. Nayeon never lies, never hides what she thinks or feels. She understands Tzuyu and numbers. Being a financial analyst is easy for her and her boss knows Tzuyu doesn't like working in a team, so Nayeon is mostly alone in her office and works 8 or 9 hours a day before going home with Tzuyu because they work in the same company.

Friendly and kind Nayeon works in the HR department. Many people wonder how they can be together - weird and timid Tzuyu versus outgoing and gorgeous Nayeon. Nayeon doesn't care about other people, she loves tzuyu.

Nayeon can't describe the strong urge she has. She must protect Tzuyu and take care of her, otherwise people would exploit or hurt her. The best way how to protect Tzuyu is having a "little" day. It is a term to describe that Tzuyu can slip in her comfortable age range during their free days, she can enjoy feeling like a little kid for a day or two. On Fridays, right after work, Tzuyu crucially needs to be little.

The office is full. She can't rock, she can't stim if she doesn't want to look even weirder. Tzuyu sees Momo watching her and tries to smile before her mother's strict voice inside her head stopped her.

Don't smile! Your smile is weird.

That's what her mother always told her. Weird.

W-E-I-R-D.

Tzuyu snaps out of her thoughts and slips her hands underneath the desk and starts hitting her thighs. Her punches are getting stronger, but Tzuyu doesn't feel the pain that bad. She often ends up covered with bruises and scratches without knowing where she got them. Tzuyu knows Nayeon will give her a sad look like always when she finds new wounds on her body, but Tzuyu can't stop herself.

Nayeon turns off her computer and packs her bag before leaving her office. The walk to Tzuyu’s office isn't long, just 4 minutes and she is opening the door. Tzuyu freezes when Nayeon appears on the threshold and Nayeon sighs. She will make sure to put ice on Tzuyu’s slim thighs after getting home.

"It’s okay baby, we’re nearly done."

Nayeon strokes Tzuyu’s hair, her long fingers gently scratches Tzuyu’s scalp and she takes Tzuyu’s coat. Nayeon peeks out of the office to see if the hallway toward the elevators is empty. There is nobody in sight so she gently takes Tzuyu’s hand in hers and quickly leads her out of the office and straight to the elevators.

"Just a bit longer and we will be home."

Nayeon has been with Tzuyu long enough to recognize when she is teetering on the brink of a meltdown. She is sure neither of them wants to have a public meltdown, Tzuyu can be stressed and tired but she always breaks down in private even if the process of pushing her meltdown away exhausts her even more.

The elevator arrives and takes them in the underground parking lot. Nayeon unlocks their car before helping Tzuyu inside and buckling her seatbelt. The traffic isn't bad, they will arrive home in 20 minutes or less, and then Nayeon will unpack Tzuyu’s little things.

Tzuyu is getting worse. she is bitting on her short fingers and rocks in her seat. Nayeon is driving as fast as she can and then she fumbles with her keys and tries to unlock the door to their apartment while also holding Tzuyu’s left wrist in her free hand, Tzuyu’s bitting was getting too brutal, a bit of blood appears on her wrist. Nayeon closes the front door and Tzuyu really can't keep her shit together any longer.

She throws herself on the floor right in the hallway. Nayeon winced when Tzuyu’s body collided with the white tiles and quickly hurries to her. Tzuyu bangs her head against the floor just to get rid of the weird feeling inside her brain. It feels as if ants are crawling inside her skull and it drives her crazy.

Nayeon carefully lies down on the top of Tzuyu while also placing her forearm between Tzuyu’s head and the floor. Nayeon’s weight on the top of her calms Tzuyu down, Nayeon kisses her cheeks and presses her body even closer to her. Tzuyu is sobbing, but she feels a bit better, the pressure inside her head isn't so terrible. Nayeon feels the small hands trying to find some way underneath her shirt. Tzuyu’s sweaty hands stroke Nayeon’s warm skin and then both palms press on Nayeons chest so she can feel the heartbeat. Tzuyu is tired, but she is finally feeling at peace.

Nayeon slowly stands up, ready to lie down on the top of Tzuyu if she continues in her meltdown, luckily she is calm so Nayeon pulls her on her feet.

"Do you want to play?"

Tzuyu weakly shakes her head, no. She is feeling too fidgety to play with some of her toys.

"What about a bath?"

Tzuyu is silently thinking, Nayeon knows how much she loves long bubble baths. Tzuyu slowly nods and Nayeon grabs her little hand. Nayeon leads her into the bathroom where she asks Tzuyu if she can undress her. Water is steadily filling the bathtub while Nayeon is undressing Tzuyu. First she needs to treat the small wounds on Tzuyu’s wrist, she doesn't want the soap to sting in it. She puts a cute band-aid with Hello Kitty on the bite marks and gently kisses the thin wrist.

Nayeon adds a bit of bubble bath formula in the warm water and foaming suds start to appear while berry scent fills the air. Nayeon helps Tzuyu with getting in the bathtub and lets go of her hand only after Tzuyu sits down.

Nayeon gets Tzuyu’s favorite bath toys - there is a yellow rubber duck, a wind-up turtle and a glowing jellyfish. Tzuyu pushes the duck around and Nayeon takes a soft washcloth, she is gently running the washcloth over Tzuyu’s arms and chest; she is slow and gentle, the last thing she wants is scaring Tzuyu into another meltdown.

After the long bath Tzuyu feels much better as if the water washed away her stress and anxiety. Not only she feels better but also smaller. Not physically smaller, but mentally. As Tzuyu is waiting for Nayeon to return with a towel, she slowly inches her thumb near her mouth. When Nayeon reappears, she softly removes Tzuyu’s thumb away from her mouth wispering a quick “that’s dirty, honey.” and then wraps Tzuyu in a big towel with clouds on it. Nayeon easily picks her up while Tzuyu starts to suck on Nayeons collar bone. Tzuyu doesn't care where Mama is carrying her, she knows that Nayeon or Mama how she calls her, means safety. No one can be mean to her when she is feeling like Mamas little girl, otherwise Mama will beat them. Nayeon would really beat anyone who is rude toward Tzuyu when she is this vulnerable.

Nayeon goes in their bedroom and puts Tzuyu down on their bed. She is gently drying her hair and blows on the forming bruise on her forehead. She is quite used to seeing Tzuyu harming herself, but it always hurts her heart.

After drying Tzuyu, putting a pull-up on her and dressing her in a nighty, it is time to eat something. Pasta with some sauce sounds good, Tzuyu won't need to chew that much. Nayeon sits Tzuyu down on the kitchen counter and starts cooking. She starts cooking Rotini pasta and opens a jar of Alfredo sauce. Tzuyu is just silently watching her Mama and sucking on her thumb. She isn't hungry, but Mama will coax her into eating at least a small bowl of pasta with the sauce. Tzuyu squirms a bit, but she is too scared to jump off the counter. Nayeon mixes the pasta with sauce and puts it on plates. She lifts Tzuyu again and sits down in the living room. It is easier to make Tzuyu eat when she can watch the TV and have something distracting her.

Tzuyu is comfy. She is warm, the nighty is soft, Mamas arm is wrapped around her waist and she can watch The Emperor's New Groove. Nayeon remembers every word of that movie, Tzuyu wants to watch it all the time.

Nayeon is slowly feeding her the pasta. Slow and steady pace, that's what won't scare her away. Nayeon reaches her hand to grab a blue sippy cup with white hearts, she holds it in front of Tzuyu who takes a long sip of the juice. After dinner Nayeon decides to have a soft dessert, Tzuyu doesn't like cold ice cream, so they have chocolate pudding. Tzuyu is really full after the dessert, she is full and sleepy. Now it is cuddle time.

Nayeon sees Tzuyu is close to falling asleep and she turns off the TV, she carries Tzuyu into their bedroom and puts her down on the bed.

"Do you need to peepee?”

Tzuyu shakes her head, no and Nayeon strokes her hair. Tzuyu grabs her gray teddybear and brings the fluffy fabric closer to her face. The stuffed bear smells like strawberries, Chaeyoung gave her it as a surprise. Nayeon pushes a light blue pacifier between her lips to prevent Tzuyu from sucking on her lips or fingers. During the workdays when Tzuyu needs to act "normal", she pushes her real behavior away and during weekends she acts the way she wants, and sometimes it means bitting her or Nayeon. Occasionally Nayeon feels like a teething toy, she even tried teething toys, but Tzuyu didn't like them.

Nayeon brings a new pair of fluffy socks and puts them on Tzuyu’s little feet, now her baby is warm and Nayeon lies down. She knows what is coming next; Tzuyu will lie down on the top of her. Nayeon is going to wait until Tzuyu falls asleep and then carefully move her. It will take a while.

One of Nayeon’s hand is rubbing Tzuyu’s back while her second hand plays with Tzuyus soft hair. The pacifier is slowly bobbing between her lips and Nayeon is watching her peaceful face. Tzuyu is so calm, the ruckus inside her head is gone, the itching underneath her skin is also gone. Nayeon watches how Tzuyu’s eyes close and her breathing is slower. Nayeon waits for half an hour before gently grabbing her hips and moving her on the bed next to her. Nayeon is still for a moment, she is waiting and observing Tzuyu if she doesn't wake up. Tzuyu’s slumber is deep, she doesn't even budge.

It is too early for Nayeon to fall asleep. She puts one AirPod in her ear and takes her phone. She starts to catch up with Jeongyeon and Jihyo, stroking Tzuyu’s small hand until she starts feeling sleepy. Nayeon puts her phone away and checks on Tzuyu for the last time before closing her eyes.

[arisewanekosuki]

In another’s shoes | Chapter 3

(Genshin School AU x Fem! Reader)

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Sorry that paragraphs look weird this time, this was the only way tumblr would let me post… otherwise I was getting an error that didn't even let me save this as a draft. :(

When it was lunch break I quickly managed to get out from the classroom, before someone would ask me to eat with them. I went to my regular place that I go when I'm not eating with Yoimiya, I could finally have some time for myself. -“When I think about it, I didn’t saw Yoimiya today in her regular places… I wonder how she is doing…” I said aloud to myself. I really want to see her but I’m afraid that I’ll start just be myself and she will know that something is wrong with Lumine.I sighed and opened my lunch, it seems Aether prepared bento today. “Hm this is first time for me to try bento! I always only eat sandwiches for lunch.” I took the first bite and -“Ummm!~ That’s delicious!” I started to savor the taste and enjoy every bite. “Good looking, kind, caring and he can even prepare such delicious lunch! I’m so jealous of his future wife!~” I smiled to myself, continuing to enjoy tasty food. -“LUMINE!” Someone shouted, making me choke on food. - „Ah! I’ll help you!” that person hit my back with too much strength, that I fell on the ground. -“Boss! What are you doing?!” the other person helped me get up and started checking me. It was girl with black mask, light green hair and narrow reddish-violet eyes. -“You supposed to come here and apologies, not kill her!” the light green haired girl was sending glares towards “boss”. He said that he tried to save me, the girl was fuming and before she could scold him, I coughed, bringing their attention to me. -“I’m fine, my back hurts a bit but I’ll live!” I said looking at rest of my food that ended up on the ground, feeling a bit sad that such great food went to waste. -“I’m so sorry Lumine!” I finally looked at person who ‘helped’ me. “This guy is huge!!” I felt suddenly intimidated by presence of big guy with red horns. “Wait, red horns, white hair, this is the same guy I saw with Lumine back then.” -“I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll do anything to make it up! Please forgive me!” He bowed, spitting apologies. -„You don’t have to apologize for something like this, it happens.” he and the girl looked at me with surprise on their faces. -“But! Because of me you had to go to hospital!” The Oni shouted. “Oh…I thought he was apologizing for hitting me so hard and for fallen food.” -“We heard from Aether that you went to hospital yesterday, Boss was messaging and calling you but you never responded, so we were worried that the hit in the head did something serious to you.” She glared at the ‘Boss’ again, when she said ‘hit in the head’. -“Aah well…you see… I lost my phone! Sorry that I couldn’t respond! But I’m fine. Nothing happened to me, like you see!” I smiled. I couldn't come up with any other excuse why I was ignoring their messages and calls, so I lied about the phone. -“Hm? You lost your phone? When did you lost it?! If it was at school, then me and the boys can go look for it!!”  The Oni said with excitement, like he’s going to search for treasure. -“Ah, there’s no need! I think I lost it somewhere at home! And you know, I turned sound off, so calling it won’t’ help! I’ll find it eventually! Haha…“ The girl looked at me deep in thought, meanwhile the Oni was saying that I should find it soon because there is something he wants me to show. -“Are you really alright?” she asked. I got surprised by her question that I hesitated for moment. -“Of course!” I said with false enthusiasm. The girl looked like she wanted to say something more but the big guy interrupted her. -“Of course she’s alright Shinobu! Lumine is Second to One with Aether! Some ball in the head won't defeat her! Haha!” he said loudly and then started to laugh. The girl put her hand on her forehead and sighed, looking tired to deal with her ‘Boss’. “At least I know what’s her name but I still don’t know his na-“ -“After all! All homies of Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto are unbeatable!” “Oh, there, he said it. Lumine has really interesting friends.” Then Shinobu glared at Itto, telling him to clean the mess on the floor that was my lunch not long ago.

She wanted to buy me another one but even if I still felt a bit hungry I declined.

After that I went back to school building. “I don’t think, I’ll be able to avoid Lumine's friends…there is nowhere to hide from them!” suddenly I bumped into someone. I immediately apologized, hoping this person is not another friend of Lumine. They chuckled. -“What happened Lumine? It’s not like you to have your head in the clouds~” the guy with navy-blue hair chuckled again. Even if his bangs mostly covers it, I can still see black eye patch on his right eye. “Is his right eye blind? Or this is something he just wears for fun?” I could see diamond-shaped pupil in his left eye, his eye is really pretty. -“Oh? Are you finally falling in love with me?” he smirked. “Wait, what?” I felt my face getting warmer. -“Oh my, do I see blush on your face? That’s surprising~!” -“S-stop! I’m not blushing!” I covered ‘my’ face, trying to hide the heat in ‘my’ cheeks from this person. -„Hmm~” He hummed, deep in thought. “Who would thought, that hit by ball will bring on your cute side~” he patted ‘my’ head. I slapped his hand, not liking for him to just pet me like that. He wasn't surprised by this action, he only smiled and said. -“Alright, alright, don’t get angry now… to think we all were worried about you but it seems it was nothing after all.” He was watching me, waiting for some reply. I sighed, already tired of all of those interactions with Lumine’s friends. -“Sorry for worrying you all.” I mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. “But I would like to have some alone time for myself before the end of the break, so excuse me.” I passed him without looking back at the guy.

I watched the clock on the wall, waiting for last class to end. When I heard the bell I gathered all Lumine’s things into backpack and quickly went to lockers. This time I didn’t made a mistake and immediately went toward Lumine’s locker. Before any of her friends would talk to me I left school, going towards local library. “I hope I’ll be able to find some clues about this weird situation.” After reaching the library I noticed that there’s not that many people “Great!” I smiled, going toward PC that nobody was using. -“Let’s see..” I murmured under my nose. I tried to search anything that would confirm if things like that are even possible, sadly I only found some made up stories, or sites that wanted to redirect me to other suspicious sites. “I knew it, this is impossible! If something like this happened then there would be some article about it! Or maybe… if something like this happened to someone, they too never told anyone about it…” I sighed, disappointed that I was unable to find anything that could be useful. -“It is possible to change bodies with someone?” Someone said beside me, I jumped, closing all tabs and looking at the girl with short, wavy light green hair and with magenta eyes. -“O-oh! I’m sorry Lumine! I… You were so engrossed into reading it, that the curiosity got best of me! I’m sorry!” The girl panicked, she was avoiding my eyes, she probably felt shameful for reading what I was searching. -“It…it’s okay! Don’t worry!” I looked at the monitor, not knowing what else to say “Those Lumine’s friends really have to be everywhere?! Give me a break.” -“Um…” the girl was looking at me, like she wanted to say something, probably ask why I was searching something like this -“Ah! This!” I was looking everywhere and then I noticed the book the girl was holding ‘The Boar Princess’. “That’s it!” -„You know! I was searching something for my book!” I said with a smile. -„A book?” The girl looked at me with curiosity in her eyes. -“Yes! I wanted to write a story where two girls woke up in each other bodies! So I was searching for.. um… any information if something like this could be even possible or if I have to add some magic to it!” I said, hoping that this will be enough to not be suspicions of Lumine’s weird behavior. -“Oh! That interesting! I never knew you are writing stories!” she said with a smile. “When you finish it, can I read it?” she asked with excitement in her eyes. -“Well, if I finish then sure! But! Don’t tell anyone, okay?” -„O-of course! I won’t!” After she said that, I smiled to her and got up from the chair. -„I finished for today so I’ll be going! Bye!” The girl waved back, saying goodbyes. I left the library, feeling tired, I walked slowly toward Lumine’s home.

“Good that I started to write the names of some Lumine’s friends on the paper, I should learn them because I won’t be able to came up with any excuse why Lumine suddenly doesn’t remember her friends names. But ugh.. I didn't get a chance to hear the names of ‘pirate guy’ and that girl from library...” I sighed nth time for the day. I thought about visiting hospital to learn if maybe ‘I’ woke up but I felt too tired, the only thoughts in my head were about going to bed and sleep. “Ah, I need to do homework too… ugh but what about MY homework?! Why I’m the only one who have to do homework for her?! What about my school work?!” -“I don’t want to talk with you! Leave me alone!” -“But! Klee is very sorry!” I stopped in my tracks after hearing some children shouting, I realized that I walked along the road that leads to my little sister's school. “Ah, today it's my turn to pick her up from school…” I noticed that the children that were shouting are my little sister and “Isn't that the child I saved?” -“Klee didn’t wanted (little sister name)’s sister to get hurt!” the little girl with blond pigtails and red cap was crying. -“But she is! Give back my sister-“ -“Hey, hey don’t yell at each other! You two are friends, aren’t you? Friends shouldn’t shout at each other.” I stepped between them, trying to calm them down. -“She’s not my friend! Not anymore! Because of her my sister…my sister…” Now two girls were crying. I crouched down, looking at two girls. -“Do you think your sister would blame your friend for what happened?” I asked my little sister. -“…no…” -“So why are you blaming your friend? I know your sister and I know she would be sad, knowing that you’re angry at your friend.” Both of the little girls stopped crying. And I continued. “You sister saved someone’s life! Isn't that amazing? I’m sure she will be even happier when she hear that she saved YOUR friend from accident!” My little sister wiped her tears with her hand. “After all, we, the elders have a responsibility to always protect the younger ones!” I smiled to both them, hoping that this make my little sister stop being angry at her friend. -“I'm sorry Klee…” Klee shook her head, she held onto my sister’s hands. -“Klee is sorry too! Klee promise to be more careful to not make any more problems to others!” I was happy to see that they made up. The girl with red cap looked at me. -“Thank you Lumine!” She said with bright smile. “Wait, she knows Lumine too?!” I was shocked but still I replied -“No problem, just don’t get into trouble and don’t fight with each other okay?” Both girls shouted “Okay!”. -“Are you two waiting for someone to pick you up? Or maybe would you like me take you home?” I asked. My sister shook her head. -“I’m waiting for dad!” she replied. -“I’m waiting for my brother with Dodoco!” Klee showed me her fluffy toy. “I should go now, It’s better to not risk staying here any longer if happens that Klee’s brother is another friend of Lumine.” -“Alright! Then be good and wait here, don’t go with any strangers! I’ll be going, bye bye!” I waved and started heading back to Lumine’s house, the girls waved back and shouted goodbyes. They both are waiting by school's gate so I don't have to worry about them.

While going back to twins’ home I couldn’t stop thinking about my little sister. “It must be hard for her… I need to come back to my body. I can’t worry my family any longer… but how? Should I just hit myself in the head? Will that really help?!” I sighed, feeling depressed with this whole situation. Looking around I realized that there is no one on the street. “Hm? That’s weird, there always someone going to shop or going back on this street. Well at least I can enjoy the silence.” I could only hear my steps but then -“Lumine.” I heard some child's voice whispering to ‘my’ ear. I turned around immediately but I didn’t saw anyone. -“…Great… Am I losing my mind already?!” I mumbled. I stood in place a bit longer, looking around if someone is hiding and trying to prank me, but there was clearly no one. There was no one, yet I started to feel like someone is watching me. “Suddenly I don’t feel safe.” I ran back to Lumine’s place, looking behind me from time to time.

After reaching home, I ate dinner and then went to room just to lay down on bed. I thought about taking a nap before doing homework but before I could even close ‘my’ eyes, someone knocked on the door. -“Come in…” The door opened, revealing Aether. -“Can you finally reply to Ajax? This guy is bothering me because you’re ignoring him.” He said a bit angry probably with getting too many messages from that guy. -“Tell him I lost my phone.” I turned to lie down on my stomach. Aether looked at me and then at his phone, not even minute passed and we could hear the bell of Lumine’phone “Did he just called me?!” Aether approached desk and opened the drawer, finding the phone. -“You should just be honest that you don’t want talk with him…. Or with anyone” He was looking through Lumine’s phone and then I realized. “Wait a minute, did he just unlocked it?!” I got up quickly from the bed and rushed towards Aether. I took the phone from his grasp and turned off the option of putting the password to unlock it. -“ Oh gosh, thank you! You don’t have any idea how much tro-“ I stopped talking, looking at surprising Aether. “Oops I almost said I couldn't unlock it.” -“I mean... you don’t have any idea how long I was searching for it!” I smiled. The boy just looked at me with face that was saying 'Are you serious?' then he sighed and started heading to the door. -“If you can’t handle Ajax, just tell me and I’ll take care of it.” -“Huh? Ah no! I … I can handle him!” Aether didn’t say anything and he just left the room, closing door behind him. I went back to bed. -“Well, time to check this phone!”

--- Thank you so much for reading until end. Like always sorry for any mistakes. I had small writing block for this one… I tried to write short things hoping that it will help be go back to finish this chapter >.<

[thetravelingymleader]

The Meeting (Offscreen)

“Hello, anyone here?” The lights in the police station are on, but it seems nobody is answering the door. ‘Weird,’ Nox thinks to himself, ‘Maybe I should-’ CLICK. The doorknob turns smoothly in his hand.

“Hello-o-o?” The door creaks open, “Kahuna Nanu?” The trainer’s voice echoes in the seemingly empty room, but to no avail. A sigh escapes his lips, “Dammit, maybe he left alr-”

“Mrrrowr?”

Nox whips his head around, eyes landing on the culprit of the voice, It’s… a persian? Grinning, he bends down to give the feline scratches under her chin.

“Heh, well, hey there, you sure are pretty… and gray?” The cat’s purrs rumbled in his hand, obviously lavishing in the attention she’s receiving.

“That’s Missy, she’s an Alolan Persian, S’why she’s gray.”

A yelp escapes the trainer’s throat, jumping up to his feet. In front of him suddenly stands an older man- Gray thinning hair, crimson eyes, and a very tired look in his eyes. Lines weigh down on the man’s face, making his overall demeanor appear irritable and sleepless.

“Oh uh, right. Forgot they’re different from the ones in Kanto. Um, anyway, I’m Nox!” The trainer holds out his hand for a polite handshake, but receives only an exasperated sigh in return.

“What do you want?”

“Uhh, well, I was told by Kahuna Hapu to find the Kahuna here- Nanu, I think?”

“Yup.”

“Uhh, ‘Yup’ what?”

“Yup, what do you want?”

Nox’s face twists in bewilderment, “Are you saying you’re Kahuna Nanu?”

The man simply nods, never breaking his monotonous expression. 

“Oh, well great! I could really use your help with something, I-”

“Can’t. Busy.”

“... But I haven’t even told you what I need.”

“Don’t care. Got enough stuff to do ‘round here.”

“But, Hapu said-”

“Hapu ain’t the boss around here- I am, and I said I can’t right now.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he softly sighs, “Look kid, go home. Bother someone else.”

Nox’s nose crinkles in annoyance, “Oh yea sure dude, lemme just go ALL the way back to fuckin’ Sinnoh.” His chest begins knotting up in anger, “Look, I don’t HAVE anyone else to ‘bother’. I was specifically told to find YOU, so I ain’t LEAVING until you at LEAST hear me out!” Nox’s fists are balled up white-knuckle tight, and his heart pounds against his ribcage. He never was one for confrontation, but he had gotten this far, and he wasn’t turning back now.

As Nox stands there, defiantly, Nanu’s eyes start scanning the younger man more closely. The cop glances away in another direction, “Your stubbornness is annoying, ya know that?” Almost reminds me of myself. He sighs, “Fine. just make it quick.”

Taking a deep breath, Nox shakily calms his knotted nerves, “Thank you.” he breathes out, his face softening once more, as the wave of anxiety flushes away.

“I’m looking for someone I lost a-... a really long time ago.” The trainer’s eyes flicker up to the man to see Nanu is boredly leaning against a countertop, a thick eyebrow raised in Nox’s direction. 

“It’s a really long story, so I’ll… spare you, but I-I lost my dad… back when I lived in Kanto,” Nox instinctively looks down, “Apparently after my mom died, he couldn’t take care of me, I guess, and left me in my grandma’s care.” his voice quivers slightly, “According to my aunt, he moved here, to Alola, and my grandmother severed all ties with him. She even… lied to me, and told me he was dead.”

As Nox took a quick pause in his story, Nanu was assessing the story’s details. Something about this story sounded strangely familiar to the cop.

Momentarily, he is taken back, 18 years prior, when he was still a young cop. He had been chosen to station in Kanto and assist with their police force. It was different from Alola, sure, but they apparently needed his expertise. The region had been having trouble with, at the time, a rapidly, rising gang of miscreants.

“–So, now I’m here, trying to find him.” Nox continues, eyes shut closed. Nanu is forcibly shaken from his flashback, finding himself listening a little more intently this time. Nox wipes at his stinging, teary eyes, “Sorry give me a moment.”

Nanu nods responsively, once again getting lost in his own head. He’s brought back to the nostalgic memories of meeting a young woman in Lavender Town, and instantly falling in love with each other. They had gotten married– much to her own mother’s dismay, and even had a small daughter together. Things went well for the young couple, that is until his wife’s untimely death, done in by none other than the same people he swore to fight against and protect others from, Team Rocket. By the Tapus, he suddenly thinks, what a failure of an officer I was that day…

“–Was killed by Team Rocket,” The young trainer had apparently started talking again, Nanu nearly missing the kid’s sob-story. But wait, what was that? Did he just say-

“E-excuse me?”

Nox, startled from his story, blinks at the officer in momentary confusion, “Team rocket? They killed my mother, and a couple other channelers that day when I was around 7 years old. I don’t remember where my dad was. I think he was on call in Viridian, or at least that’s what my grandmother told me.”

Could this be a coincidence? No it can’t be… This was way too in-line with his own memory of that day, albeit from a different perspective. However, this couldn’t be his daughter, Nox was clearly a man, and even had a different name. He pauses his train of thought as Nox continues his monologue.

“I-I don’t have any photos of him, only of my mother, and I doubt he’ll even recognize me because I look way different now and–” 

Nausea slowly heats up in the Kahuna’s throat and he forcibly swallows it back down. His heart clamors in his chest, and beads of sweat form along his brow, D-different? He says he looks different. Could that mean-?! A sniffle is heard from Nox, and Nanu’s attention is captured by the kid again.

“Sorry I… I don’t mean t-to cry. I-I just r-really want to find him. I-I d-don’t even know if h-he remembers me or–”

Hesitantly, The words bubble out of Nanu’s throat, “Astra?” 

Gaze shooting upward, Nox’s eyes lock on Nanu in bewilderment. Did he hear that correctly? It had to be. What else would the Kahuna be trying to say? He begins to stammer.

“Wha-?! How–... How do you know that name?”

Instead of answering, the cop appears to be lost in his own head, “I… I don’t believe this. This can’t be happening.” Nanu rubs at his face, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, “This is too coincidental… far too coincidental…”

“What is? What are you talking about?”

“Can’t be happening…”

“Hey!” Nox shouts, trying to get the older man’s attention, “You’re freaking me out right now, dude! HELLO?”

Nanu whips his attention back to Nox, intensity burning in his eyes, “How do you know that name?”

“Astra?”

“Yes.”

Crinkling his nose, Nox stares heatedly back, What is he interrogating me now? “Because it’s my dead-name. I’m trans, dude.” Nox rolls his eyes really hoping the conversation isn’t steering in THAT particular direction. “So, how do YOU know THAT name?”

The cop pauses, growing silent once again, The trainer’s stare cuts like daggers into his flesh. Suddenly a sigh escapes Nanu’s throat, eyes glancing away from Nox, “Because… your mother and I, Nocturna, gave it to you.”

Nox sucks in a breath. Words and thoughts flood his swirling brain, and yet he can’t spit any sensible coherence out. He… he knew his MOTHER’S name too? Wait, could it actually be.

“Are… you trying to say YOU are my dad?”

“I… I am.”

Nox glares, “What was mom’s full name?”

“Nocturna Kikuko.” Nanu sighs, “And your full name was Astra Kikuko.”

“Holy shit…” Nox breathes out in a choked whisper, a hand covering his mouth in shock. “Y-you are my dad…”

Nanu finds himself wiping his eyes on his coat sleeve. He never was one to cry in front of others but this… this was different. Both men stared at each other in heavy silence, before Nanu was the one to break it, “I… I know we haven’t seen each other in so long but… can I hold you?” 

Nox nods, eyes tearing up again, before walking over and slowly wrapping his arms around Nanu– his father. Nox buries his face into the stiff fabric of Nanu’s police jacket, staining the cloth with tears. The embrace is a bit awkward at first, but after some time, all of it is quickly washed away and Nox finds silent comfort in his dad’s arms.

After what seems like an endless moment, Nanu manages to pull himself away, but keeps his hands on his child’s shoulders, afraid of losing him again. 

“I can’t believe it… 18 years… and you managed to find me.” Nanu’s face has drastically softened, as his eyes flitter in every direction, taking in Astra- no, Nox’s image. “I never thought I’d see you again…”

“I’ve never seen you at all,” Nox chokes out a small laugh, “Agatha… didn’t keep any photos of you.”

His dad can’t help but breathe out a tiny chuckle, “Well, you don’t need any photos now.” Nanu says, regaining his calm composure. “Let me take you back to my place. We… we have a lot of catching up to do.”

[themadknightuniverse]

Love of Fate

Summary:

What happens when you are a cartel boss and you die in a lab in construction? What happens to your soul?

Warnings: Death, blood, injuries. Word count: 885 words, One Shot.

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When Lalo dies he laughs. The metallic taste fills his mouth as a gargling sound escapes his throat, warm blood pouring around his neck.

He laughs because he lost. He failed. He dies hidden in the shadows, somewhere he’ll never be found. And it's so pathetic. He wasn’t hoping to live for much longer, it was already exceptional to still be alive after so many years in the cartel. Yet, now that the moment has come, a foreign feeling is crawling under his skin. Fear. What happens to your soul when you die in a place like this?

His fear melts away as Death finally takes his last breath from him. His vision darken and the little he could see vanishes.

When he opens his eyes again, the fear strikes back into him like a lightning bolt, so powerful it shakes his body. Pain radiates from his throat again, excruciating, and his hand flies to it but the blood stopped flowing. He struggles to breathe, still lying on the ground. Everything is so dark around him. Is it what his existence will be from now on? Is it what happens to the souls who dies, put down by hatred, in the den of another wolf?

« Don’t fight it. »

Lalo stills. He blinks at the black expanse filling the space where the ceiling must be.

« The pain will disappear if you stop fighting it. »

Lalo conveys all his strength to turn his head to the side a little. Just enough to see the shape of a man standing not so far, his silhouette cut by the dusty ray of light. He can barely see him with the way his vision blurs, but there is no mistaking the softness of this voice.

« Don’t try to breathe. You don’t need to anymore. »

Ignacio steps closer, in his slow and cautious way. Soon enough he’s standing right beside Lalo, towering over him, and now Lalo can discern his face. A mask made of stone, as always. Only Ignacio's eyes shines with something alive, something incandescent. Lalo blinks, and a tear runs along his temple.

You think I forgot what you did? Lalo tries to say. But he can't speak.

"No."

Lalo looks at Ignacio, bewilderment painting his features.

"I can hear your thoughts." And you can hear mines.

Ignacio's voice resonate in his mind, so soft and close. It never felt this close, even when Ignacio's mouth whispered words in the shell of his ear, mind fogged by the bliss of their embrace. And in this moment, it calms him.

Lalo recovers his usual self-control. He stops his desperate attempts at breathing. It's weird not to breathe, yet he realizes Ignacio isn't lying. He doesn't need air anymore. Slowly, the shaking stops, the contractions of his body almost disappear. As he keeps his eyes in Ignacio's burning ones, the pain in his throat dissolves.

"Com' on, get up."

His body still jerks a little as he moves to sit, his hands unsteady on the dirt as he goes to his knees. Ignacio stays still beside him as he finally manages to stand, never helping him. Their eyes meet again, and everything is so silent. Yet it's not. Lalo can hear the little voice of Ignacio's mind muffled behind a curtain, his inner monologue unintelligible. Their private thoughts are still their own property, it seems.

Now that he is standing and the panic stopped, his focus is better. His eyes roam over Ignacio.

It's eerie to see Ignacio in a white shirt. The pattern of black dots and lines creating crosses, the material stained with dark red smears near the point where it opens over his chest. The absence of gold chains there is bizarre. Ignacio's skin is covered in a mix of dust and dried blood, his cheekbones and nose ridge dusted with a myriad of tiny red spots. On each sides of his head are two bigger wounds. Dark lines of dried blood run along the side of his face and down his neck.

Lalo tries to speak again, but no sound comes out. His hand flies to where he knows the bullet wound lies. Even with the pain gone, his voice is still lost.

But he doesn't need to ask. Because deep down he already knows. He knew since he first heard his voice down here. He knew since he woke up in this after life.

Because he knows everything, he realizes. He sees it all in Ignacio's memories. All the lies, all the manipulation, all the hesitations, all the regrets, all the fondness, all the love. And it shines so bright, like a fire, alluring yet screaming danger. Fire always made Lalo's mind go into a peaceful place.

It makes the rising anger fade as quickly as it materialized. Because it doesn't make sense anymore. Because they are in a reality where they are immortal beings. Because they have each other. Because it's only the two of them left here. Because they are soulmates.

Ever so slowly, Ignacio's fingers barely touch his hand covered in blood, still around his throat. Lalo's fingers twitch, a last tremor from his awakening, and he releases his grip. Their hands find each other, fingers squeezing, caressing softly.

Lalo smiles. And Ignacio smiles back.

[dreamersparacosm]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

featuring olivia dejonge

knife kink (n): a form of consensual BDSM edgeplay involving knives as a source of physical and mental stimulation

nsfw!

note ; welcome to kinkvember DKDDJDJ i refuse to leave anything unfinished soooooo we’re just gonna keep posting blurbs like it’s October still…. anywho first time writing knife kink but I hope it’s good also ik this is longer than normal but y’all deserve it

warnings ; knife play, some good ol enemies to lovers, dirty talk, blah blah

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You’ve come to terms with one thing: Olivia DeJonge can kiss your ass.

She just has a way of getting under your skin.

Maybe it was her annoyingly chipper voice that raised twenty octaves when she was in your vicinity, or the looks she threw your way that could kill you if they were weapons. The way her presence could put put you in a bad mood within seconds. You two had always ran in the same friend group, but for some inconspicuous reason, could never see eye-to-eye.

While aimlessly browsing over the pages of your favorite book, you swirl the dark crimson wine in your glass. The cheese board you were previously nibbling on is now down to its final few pieces, with a knife set next to it. Your cozy home is filled with white noise as the rain patters against the glass and thunder claps softly in the distance. All you wanted to do was read and drink after a difficult week that included your boss running amok in your office and irrationally suggesting that you take on more projects.

The rap of knuckles on your door makes that plan seem a little more distant.

With a roll of your eyes and a slam of your novel against your wooden table, you shuffle into your slippers and make your way to your front door, swinging it open as you bury homicidal urges. Those urges become even more prominent when you see Olivia DeJonge on your doorstep, drenched in rain and staring at you like a deer in headlights.

“What the fuck?” Is the first and only thing that blurts out of your mouth. Your disdain is painted all over your face.

She blinks twice, “Uh, I was out, uh, drinking, needed a place to dry off.”

You snort, “So go home then.”

She wraps her arms around her body, a shiver coursing through her body. Her eyes are more telling than her facial features, and there’s an angel on your shoulder that’s feeding you guilt. “I-I can’t, I’m a little drunk if you couldn’t tell.”

You really couldn’t tell, because she stands on your porch clear as day, not a figment of your imagination surprisingly. She doesn’t look disheveled, just a little like a wet, helpless dog. In the name of civility, you open the door an inch more. “Bathrooms to the left. Be quick.”

She scurries past you, her drenched shoulder brushing against yours. You shudder at the sensation and move away, closing the door behind her. There’s a thickness that lies in the air with her body in your home. Despite the mutual friends you share, there’s not really much else to it. Some light hatred perhaps.

You retreat back to the living room couch, a sigh escaping your lips. Loud and long-suffering. There’s barely a moment of peace before the bathroom door swings open and she’s running back out into your hallway like a murderer on the loose. “I-I lied.”

“What?” You turn your head to look at her, taking in her frazzled expression.

“I’m not, I’m not here to pee. Or dry off. Or anything like that. I just,” she pauses to hiccup, and it’s then that you realize how drunk she is. “It’s just that I can’t do this sober. And I’m here now. So…”

You raise an eyebrow, “Come on, out with it, Olivia.”

Fiddling with her thumbs, she fixates her eyes on your carpeted floors. Floors that she’s staining with her damp shoes. You’ll Venmo request her for the cleaning fee later. “It’s just that I know you hate me. And I kinda hate you too. In some weird way. I just… I just hate the fact that you make me feel like this.”

“What are you talking about?” You say, unable to take your eyes off her.

She glances back at you, opens her mouth like she’s about to make a bold statement. Nothing comes out, just the silence that engulfs your living room and the thunder that claps in the distance. The thickness that swallowed the room previously is now replaced with a tension that causes you to shift in your chair, wiggle around like an animal in heat. She finally speaks, “I hate the fact that I want you.”

Heart stills in your chest. Black pools your vision. There’s a moment where your lungs stop inhaling air and just sits like a motor that’s continuously revving its engine, hoping for some take. You refuse to look at her, just keep your eyes trained on your wine glass that’s half-empty.

And then you’re thinking. Thinking how she used to make fun of you, used to tease you for things that were out of your control. Thinking of how she lingered near you despite her consistent hatred. Thinking of the times she’s made eye contact with you before swiveling her head to face somewhere else. Thinking how you could have missed this.

“What?” You whisper.

“I-I’m sorry, I can just go, this is a lot,” You hear her feet shuffle across the floor, and it’s enough to stir you out of your thoughts. You stand up on your feet, limbs shaky.

“Hold on,” You swallow thickly. “You’re telling me… this whole time, you’ve treated me like shit because you had some kind of little crush on me?”

And your mind is whirling, steam-rolled and blended into nothingness. Palms sweaty, eyes incessantly blinking. Feels like time lulls and there’s glue poured between the hands of your wooden clock. How could you have missed this?

It’s just you and her. Her big brown orbs seem smaller than usual, you note.

She kicks the carpet with her shoe, “I’m sorry, this is really weird, I should go —“

“Olivia,” you say sternly. There’s a hint of aggression behind your tone that forces her eyes in your direction.

“Yes?” She squeaks.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You cross your arms over your shoulder, cocking your head to the side, observing her for all she is. For now, she’s a helpless girl who couldn’t outwardly put a name on her feelings towards you. There’s a tiny part of you that is attracted to her submissiveness.

“Because I don’t like you — or well, I didn’t like you. I think… think you’re a little bit of a brat. Always want it your way or the highway, always need someone there to take care of you. So I don’t really know why I feel like this, why I want you,” She seems to cut herself off before she can speak more.

You take a step forward. And maybe it’s the rainy weather, or the hovering buzz of the wine you drank earlier, that feels like there’s a magnetic pull between you two, but you ignore it all and take another step. She doesn’t back away.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t like you either,” Your voice comes out as a low whisper that only she can comprehend.

“Hm?” She swallows, crossing her arms over her chest like a shield.

You take another step, only a mere few inches away from her face. You can see every freckle, every pore of her alabaster skin that glows underneath the light in your home. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted slightly. Some animalistic part of you wants to reach out and see what those lips would feel like against your own. “What did you come over here to do, Olivia? Tell me you hate me but want me and then leave?”

Her eyes darken at the realization that there’s a possibility you might not actually be rejecting her. Her body straightens, tongue pokes out to wet her lips. “Came over here to see if there was a chance you wanted me to.”

And you’re on her within seconds. Lips meshing with a gnash of teeth, all messy and filthy and everything you could imagine it to be. It feels as though the world stops spinning on its axis, like the rain clears away. Your hands cup her warm cheeks, pull her body closer into you. She’s reaching for you too, trying to feel anything, decipher if this is real or something her drunken mind has concocted.

Somehow in the darkened room that feels unfamiliar in this context, you two tumble backwards onto the couch, a tangle of limbs hoping to feel the sensation of one another. She moans a little into the kiss, and you take the moment to feel the way her soft lips melt into your own, taste the leftover tequila on her tongue. Your spine presses into the cushion, her hand cupping your cheek.

You’re still a little shocked this is even happening.

As if she is baffled as well, she pulls away, says, “Are you sure,” she presses another kiss to your jawline. “You sure this is good?”

You roll your eyes so far they almost fall through the back of your brain, “Just shut up and kiss me, Olivia.”

Her lips meld into yours once more, and you hear the thunder clap in the far distance. She straddles you, her thighs strategically placed on either side of you. There’s a dominant side that is burning like a fire inside her, and you find yourself intrigued enough to not blow it out.

Your eyes are squeezed tight, hands wandering to feel up her curves that are accentuated in her black jeans. Her hips rut into your own crotch, and that receives an unsolicited whimper from your mouth that only fuels her more. “Jesus,” you groan into her mouth, while she takes the opportunity to nip and bite down your jawline to your neck.

Nothing about this is soft or forlorn or hopelessly romantic, and despite the cliche, you’re pleasantly surprised at her skill. Her fingers move swiftly to pull down your silk shorts, notice the pretty lace underwear that’s underneath. She doesn’t need to see anything else to know you’re soaking with the way you shake with each touch.

“Come on, get on with it,” You speak through gritted teeth. She looks back up at you, a sinister smirk a stark contrast on her face from her previous expression.

“Didn’t know you were such a fucking whore,” She sneers, resuming the pace of her hips against your aching cunt. Another soft moan exits you with no warning.

“Didn’t know you were such a bitch,” Your jaw clenches, eyes narrowing. “Oh wait, I fucking did.”

And if it weren’t for the venomous look she gave you next, or the fact that you were so eager for any form of stimulation, you wouldn’t have let her pick up the knife you had placed on your table earlier, and feel the sharp ridges against your neck. You gasp at the sensation, struggling to move away from her advances. “Olivia, what the fuck?”

Although your automatic response is fear, the butterflies in your stomach don’t go unnoticed. You haven’t been handled like this in a while, let alone by someone who’s harbored sexual tension with you for the past couple of years. She just smirks, her plump lips wet with your saliva, “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, babe.”

She drags the dull side of the knife down your throat, past the lump that you’ve swallowed and down to your breasts, encircling the hardened nipple. Your breaths are shallow, caught in your lungs and your mind is fuzzy as you try to think of something to combat her, to gain your dominance back.

But you’re all out of words when her free hand roams back down to your underwear that is now soaked with your own juices, dripping with desire and adrenaline. She’s pleasantly surprised at how easy it is to catch you in this position.

“Fuck, I don’t know how you make me feel like this,” She murmurs, mostly to herself, partially to you. You’re unable to retort, still under the hypnotic sensation of the cold metal against your burning skin. Her nimble fingers find their way to your burning core, pressing against your clitoris and anticipating the way your body jolts at the feeling.

She isn't acting gentle as she grips the back of your head, holding a few of your hair strands in her fingers. You can tell she’s having fun, despite the hostility that still lingers in the air, her exasperation, and the intense smug on her face. You wonder if maybe you have crossed the appropriate line that was drawn once before.

“Now, be a good girl for me and take whatever I give you.”

You have definitely crossed the line.

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[jupebox]

good grief it took me over a month to finally finish my hourlies from this year but i did finish them!!!! watercolor on a weird accordion notebook i found in my paper stash. i bought myself some fun sparkly and color changing watercolors on etsy and tested the sparkles out for shiny fuecoco and the “ALEX!!!” panel, so, included a closeup of those at the end so you can see the sparples.

Transcript provided below the cut for people who can’t read my chicken scratch!

6:40 “i need to get an autofeeder”

i am sleeping. my alarm starts beeping, and immediately my cat begins screaming at full volume, leading me to her empty food bowl. Once I put food into the bowl, the scream morphs into eating noises. with a dead-eyed stare, i contemplate this. my father says “good morning!” after a pause, I reply “no, good night”. the munching noises continue through all the final panels.

7:20 “i should enable do not disturb”

i am back asleep. my phone buzzes with a “bzzt”. On the screen is a picture of a bunny and a message that reads “LOL that’s totally my bunny!!”. i put the phone down, thinking “cute”. after a beat, I look back up and my internal monologue says “oh god i said so much stupid stuff in yesterday’s interview. there’s no way i’m getting that job now. aaaauuuugh brain shut UP”. The last panel is a small zoomed out drawing of me upset and screaming aaAAAAaaa

8:40 “undending regrets”

i am still in bed. my phone buzzes with a “bzzt” again. The screen says “interview: thanks for the email! feel free to ask any questions! :) - name”. the last panel is a zoomed in closeup of my upset face, surrounded by my internal scream of “I SAID SO MUCH STUPID STUFF”

9:40 “do it for him”

i am STILL in bed, but annoyed, when my phone buzzes with a “bzzt” again. This time the screen says “bro: hey when do we need to book kirby cafe stuff”. the last panel is me typing furiously on the phone while thinking “yeah I’ll wake up for that”

10-10:30 “too bad about those 530 fuecoco eggs”

I am playing pokemon on my nintendo switch. I say “ah. my whole team is physical attackers, huh”. the screen shows a tinkatuff, a flamigo, and the top of a veluza. The last panel shows a rabsca, with the text “except for the one that sucks, huh.”

10:30-11:15 “cleaning the bathrooms + harrow the ninth”

I am wiping down the counter in a bathroom, wearing headphones. text across the top of the panels reads “...because in those eyes, you were already dead. Your 18th birthday passe-” and is interrupted by me looking up, incredulous, saying “18???” loudly. “HARROW IS 18!? BABIES!!!” I say, while holding cleaning supplies. The last panel is just text that reads “i am absolutely mercymorn.”

11:25 “going for a walk outside!”

the first panel is a drawing of me, all bundled up. there are labels pointing to all of the warm things I am wearing - hat, scarf, hoodie, fingerless gloves, turtleneck. The second panel is me surrounded by people in tshirts. the text says “Forecast: 45F and sunny. I am a californian.”

11:30-12:05 “priorities”

i am walking by the river with my friend and infodumping about my pokemon troubles. I am saying “...and even after like 600 eggs we STILL didn’t hatch any shiny fuecoco”. “oh my god” she replies. “wait.” she says in panel 2, with a consternated look on her face, “so, winning a boss battle with items is “tedious” but spending 10 hours breeding eggs is a fun challenge?” a tiny chibi of me holds up a finger and says “listen.” in the last panel, as though this were any kind of defense.

12:05-12:15 “impeccable timing”

my friend is walking toward her car; we have finished our walk. “lunch at that indian place?” she asks. “yeah! i don’t actually know the address but i’ll google it” i confirm. “ok, see you there!” she says, and then leaves. in the second panel I type “indian” into google maps. in the third panel my phone fucking dies. in the last panel, i stare down at it with a customer service smile, text above my head “r u srs”

12:20 “little white lies”

we’re sitting down at a booth in the indian restaurant (i did finally manage to reboot my phone and get there but that’s another story). My friend is looking around while holding a glass of water. she says “my friend was upset when i said i was checking out this place without her”. “oh no!” i reply, “should we go somewhere else?” my friend waves off my concerns in panel 2 with a “nah, it’s fine. let’s see if it’s as good as she said”. Just then, our food arrives. The third panel is drawings of the food we ordered, with my star ratings and descriptions next to each. they are:

veggie biryani: 1.5 stars. flavorless & wet. veggies good tho

cauliflower pakora: .5 stars. flavorless & dry. somehow worse with the sauces

chicken tikka masala: 3 stars. rice was fine. sauce was fine. spice level ok. best thing we got

garlic naan: 2.5 stars. as crunchy garlic bread, delicious. as naan, useless

panel 4 is a top down view of us contemplating our empty plates. in the last panel, my friend is sweating and thinking hard, and says “when she asks me if it was good i dunno if i’ll be able to lie.” i encourage her “be strong”

1pm “and i get to pet her every day!”

my friend and i have gone to my house. we are knelt down on the floor trying to entice my cat to come closer. i am saying “hey business! wanna come meet my friend?” my friend is making “pss pss pss” noises. business peeks around the corner and cautiously approaches our outstretched hands. as soon as we reach for her, she shrinks away warily though, while my friend says “oh nope ok”. she finally acquiesces to being touched, but is highly suspicious. my friend says “oh! she is SO soft!’ and I reply with “ikr”

2pm “i want a rematch”

we are playing wingspan and tallying points. I have a phone in my hand, using the calculator app. in the first panel I say “so after adding up my birds, eggs, tokens, tucked birds, round points, and bonus cards, my total is-” in panel 2 i squint at my phone. panel 3: “how many points did you have”. my friend says “uhhh 73?” with a shrug. in panel 4 i flip the phone around to reveal that the score in the calculator app is 72. my friend is delighted and surprised in panel 5, saying, “i won?” I scream in outrage “BY ONE POINT”

3pm “jump to recipe”

This is a text heavy comic. in panel one there is a drawing of a vegetable in a strainer in a sink, with the text “my mom & i trade off cooking. today i’m making chinese broccoli!” panel 2 shows me cutting the ends off of the chinese broccoli, with the text “i had a few things i really wanted to learn to make when i took up cooking, & dim sum-style gai lan was near the top of the list”. the last panel says “i’ve now prepared it enough times that i don’t need to look up the recipe anymore!” and the picture shows the ingredients - sliced ginger root, 1 pound gai lan, garlic, enough water to cover the gai lan, 1 tsp baking soda, 2-3 tsp salt

4pm “5 stars!”

I am lounging on the couch, texting someone while my cat is on top of me. “made rin’s cheater chicken soup today!” i text. “oh yeah?” “yeah!” the second panel says “i just subbed the gai lan cooking liquid for the chicken broth, whatever veggies we had in the fridge for the frozen veggies, and pork potstickers for the chicken wontons!” each substitution is accompanied by a little drawing of the intended ingredient and the replacement. the last panel reads “... so you made a completely different recipe.” “yeah i sure fucking did huh”. i stare off into the distance with tears tracking down my smiling face, with a tiny “gomen” next to my head.

5pm “noble snacrifice”

each panel has a caption and small drawing. panel 1: “i overcooked....... the soup.........” with a drawing of a large pot of soup. in the pot there are indistinguishable vegetables, labeled “formerly: baby bok choy. now: mush, sad, unappetizing”. panel 2: “the textures are all wrong....” i am eating the soup with a tearful face, saying “weh”. panel 3: “but business was asleep on my feet & i couldn’t turn off the burner in time...” with a drawing of business asleep and purring

6pm “watching recovery of an mmo junkie”

i am sitting in bed with a laptop on my lap, leaning forward, invested, saying “does sakurai have the brain cell???” in the second panel i am making a victorious pose and shouting “HE DOOO” (fuck yeah!) while the laptop goes flying

7pm “friendship is magic”

i’m still lying in bed on the laptop, when my phone buzzes with another “bzzt”. The notification reads “joltik tagged you in a tweet”. panel 3 is a drawing of a tweet from “edelgard stan 4 lyfe (@tinyjoltiks)” that is just “@jupeboxal” and an image. the image is of a shiny fuecoco, with the text “fuecoco hatched from the egg!” the last panel is a chibi drawing of my overwhelmed and joyfully tearful face, with an enormous “ALEX!!!!” caption

8pm “tOo BaD aBoUt ThOsE 530 fUeCoCo EgGs”

it is a single panel. the panel is a 5 x 11 grid of tiny non-shiny fuecocos as you might see in a box view in pokemon scarlet/violet. There is a text dialogue at the bottom of the panel that says “Would you like to save your progress and start the Surprise Trade?”

9pm “no seriously where can you buy these”

In the first panel I am peering at a bookcase full of notebooks and art supplies, thinking “hmm what should I draw my hourlies on?” in the second panel i am selecting one notebook and thinking “i gotta have some watercolor paper somewhere”. the last panel is me stretching out an accordion watercolor journal with bugged out eyes, thinking “THIS IS SO COOL??? WHERE DID I GET THIS???”

10pm “she never leaves you guessing”

i am in bed again but now I am drawing in the watercolor notebook with little “skitch skitch skitch” sound effects. a large brightly-colored “MOW” yelling bubble appears at the bottom of the panel. the second panel is overlapping MOW” speech bubbles surrounding me, no longer drawing. panel 3 is from my perspective, of the door to my room, where my cat is screaming “MOW” with a hair tie in her mouth. In the last panel, I have put down the notebook and am sitting up saying “ah. it is play time.” while my cat stands demandingly on the bed, having dropped the hair tie in front of me, with a very long loud “MOOOOOOOW!!!” spanning the entire panel in the background

11pm “it’s something”

a drawing of the accordion watercolor notebook, unfolded. Outside of the notebook, the text reads “finally working on hourlies!” with sparkles surrounding the word “hourlies”. inside the notebook there is a sketchy drawing of the first comic, the one from 6:40. the next page of the notebook says “...hourly”. the next page says “i did one.” the next page has a drawing of the “it’s something” rage comic person, and the page after that says “it’s something.”

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

On the Same Page - a Malevolent fic

To keep a wound from festering, one must reveal it. Vulnerability is not in the nature of gods, but Sunny is willing to try anyway, and conclude this painful discussion so both he and Parker can, at last, begin to heal.

Part of the Surrogate series. Written with @sepiabandensis.

AO3

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Parker, Sunny said. What do you do, if you're waiting for a good time to discuss something painful, but one simply doesn't exist?

Parker let out a low breath. Oh, boy. 

It wasn't that he intended to just… ignore the situation at hand. Or even that it had slipped his mind. It was more… 

Things had been good. They'd gone for a solid week and a half without a single incident, with the King checking in on them every now and then, and Parker had gotten used to taking a run in the morning while everyone else ate breakfast and doing more training at night.

Parker could handle the schedule; it was nice to be in control of most of it. Parker could handle the King; that was not a good being, he knew, but he understood this kind of crime boss: there was a weird code of honor here, and as long as Parker followed the rules, he and Sunny would be safe.

This was the part he didn’t know how to handle. "Is this because we're going to dinner with them tomorrow?" he asked, low.

Sunny was quiet. Suspiciously quiet. No, he lied. I was just wondering.

"Is that true? 'Cause it sounds like something is bothering you." Parker washed his hands in the basin of water by the courtyard door, getting the dirt out from under his fingernails.

Putting that investigator's mind to work, I see.

"Come on, bud. Rip the bandage off, use your words."

Sunny was quiet again for a long moment.

I want to talk about Arthur Lester, he finally said, his voice soft and cautious.

Parker sighed. "I figured."

We don’t have to, he said quickly, pure worry. If it will ruin dinner tomorrow, we don’t have to. I can wait. It’s not that import—

“Sunny.” Parker only rarely interrupted when Sunny spoke, and only when it was important—and the entity felt a thrill of fear at that knowledge. “We ain’t doin’ that, bud. This is important, ‘cause you’re my partner, and you’re important. Alright?”

Alright. Parker could feel his jaw set itself on its own, a nervous tic that had bled over from his passenger. Alright. I… Can we go to the water garden, and sit under the tree?

Parker blinked. “Sure, alright. Any reason?”

It’s… It’s calm there. Peaceful. I think… it might make it easier for me.

“Then yeah, let's go to the garden.” Parker shook his hands dry, slipping out of the herb garden to make his way through the winding halls of the palace. 

He was really starting to get a feel for the place, seeing the patterns within its strange architecture. Already he could get to the important places without assistance: the kitchen, their room, the throne room…

The music room.

They passed it as they walked, the sound of tinkling piano notes sweet against Parker’s ears, and it set his heart aching.

He wondered, again, if that was something Sunny could feel; the sensation of lead in his chest, heavy and dragging him downward. He could almost feel the entity cringe, shrinking away as the music grew, the sound of muffled conversation emerging when the notes stopped; and then they were past it, moving on, and Sunny was starting to relax again.

The water garden was one of Sunny’s favorites. The twin suns were shining above, the trees lining the garden cast dappled shadows across the path, and sunlight gleamed off the water between lilypads and water flowers. Parker sat heavily in the bench beneath the tree; it was a kind he had most certainly never seen before, and Sunny said did not exist outside the Dreamlands, with drooping branches and small leaves that were dotted with small white flowers.

Parker sat and watched the water bubbling down from a small, artfully arranged waterfall, and took a moment to breathe. “So,” he said, breaking the silence.

So, Sunny agreed. I think… I think I’m going to start from the beginning. Is that alright?

“However helps, bud.” Parker leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

I don’t remember anything before waking up in Arthur Lester’s head, Sunny said, his voice soft. Anything I’ve remembered since has been… Inspired by seeing something. But when I awoke—when I became —there was nothing. I was just suddenly there, and I had no idea why, and I was sharing a body with—with this— person. I… I was surprised when he spoke. I half thought he was dead.

“What’d he say?” Parker’s voice was soft, and he swallowed thickly.

He asked… ‘Who is this?’ Sunny let out a very soft, mournful sound. It’s… It’s almost funny, now. Looking back. It was almost polite. I told him I was a friend, and… end that it looked like he’d been through the wringer. When I asked him what happened, he said he didn’t remember, and… he tricked me.

“Tricked you?” Parker glanced away from the pond, focusing on the way the breeze tangled a few of the branches of the strange tree above them. “How?”

I told him we’d been in an accident. I didn’t know any better, but I needed him calm. You understand that, right? His voice was pleading. I didn’t lie out of malice. And then I asked him to look in his bag, and… And then he revealed that he knew, all along. The words were tumbling out, like stones down a hillside, and he was so afraid. He told me he knew all along what I was, told me who I was, and that he’d made a deal to bring me to him, told me I wanted this, but I wasn’t John, Parker. I wasn’t. And he was covered in blood, and there was a fucking blizzard outside, and…

“Easy, bud.” Parker reached up, brushing the curve of his jaw, and Sunny let out a shaky breath. “You’re alright. I’m listening.”

He called me a parasite, Sunny said. Like… Like it was my choice to be there. He said he didn’t care if we both died, because I wasn’t John.

Parker sucked in a breath, completely involuntarily. Flexed his hands into the dirty knees of his linen pants.

I… I’m sorry, Parker. Maybe it’s best if I—

“No, bud.” Parker fought to keep the grief from his voice; fought to keep himself from talking about Arthur, from defending him. “I’m alright. It’s just… It’s rough to hear that. But I gotta. We gotta get all the evidence, even if it sucks. Okay?”

…Okay, Sunny said, sounding not sure whatsoever.

“So he called you a parasite.”

It’s… It’s strange, that it’s stuck to me through ten years. But…

“That’s a pretty charged thing to call someone.” Parker took a moment to work at the muscle of his jaw, encouraging Sunny to release the tension he could feel building. “Especially since you didn’t choose it.”

Yes. Yes, exactly. His voice was weak. It didn’t… It didn’t get better. We fought. He begged me to remember, after threatening to kill us both, so I tried to take charge and tell him to do as I said so we would survive, and—and he threatened me right back. He said he had an artifact that would send me back to the Dark World, and… I didn’t want to die, Parker. So I cooperated. I… I hoped, in time, after my anger had died down, that I might still win him over.

He went quiet, for a long moment. 

“I take it you didn’t,” Parker said.

No, Sunny replied, voice hitching. No. I didn’t.

Fuck. "What happened then?" Parker's voice was soft.

He almost got us eaten by wolves, Sunny mumbled.

"What?"

It was a blizzard in the middle of nowhere. He stole a useless rifle, went charging blind into the snow, got chased…

“What the hell?” Parker muttered.

But we got lucky. We found an inn, the Red Right Hand, by sheer fucking luck. And then, because he couldn't control himself, he got himself fucking drunk on some nasty local concoction.

"He drank." Parker's gut twisted.

Yes. A pause. Is that… bad?

"He’d mostly given it up," Parker said quietly. "I convinced him to. He drank way too much after Faroe's death—I told you."

O-oh. Sunny went quiet for a long moment. I… I pushed him to drink. Everyone was… staring at us. He kept talking to himself. To… to me. I didn’t know what else to do to fit in.

“I get it,” Parker whispered. “You didn’t have a whole lot of choice. Appreciate the honesty,” Parker said. He reached back up, pressing his hand to his own cheek. “He could have faked drinking. He could have done a lot of things. Still his choice to swallow. You didn’t know. Okay?”

Fuck, Sunny said, very quietly.

“Hey. You’re alright. I’m not mad,” Parker sighed. “We’re talking facts—history. What happened then?”

He… he rambled about strength and being alive, and quoted some poem at me, and then pretty much passed out. It was so strange. He was strange. He was skin and bones; he looked terrible, smelled terrible. At that point, I really thought he’d get us both killed out of spite, so I… I tried to maybe convince him I was John.

Parker swallowed hard. “Okay. Okay. Bettin’ that didn’t go over too well, though.”

Sunny let out a soft groan. He saw through me like it was nothing. That’s when he revealed he’d lied about the artifact and being able to send me back to the Dark World… and being able to return me to the King. He just… I didn’t know what to do, Parker. I couldn’t trust him, and I couldn’t even see him in a mood stable enough to be able to do anything with it. Anything I said, he fought. It didn’t matter.

“Fuck,” whispered Parker. “That sounds like Arthur after losing his shit, yeah, but… this is worse than I think I’ve ever seen. What the hell happened to him before you got to him?”

I genuinely don’t know. He told me things, but I couldn’t trust anything he said anymore. There was blood everywhere when I woke, Parker. Everywhere, including on him—but the wounds were closed up. His legs… And his throat.

“That’s when he got the neck wound?” said Parker.

Yes. And someone had closed it up. Humans don’t heal that fast. He said… He said ‘he’ wanted him to suffer.

“Doesn’t make a lick of sense,” Parker murmured.

It didn’t. Nothing did. We… we tried to get out of Addison. We needed a car, and Arthur went to find some surveyor who had one, but… the man was missing. Arthur did some detective work, trying to locate him, but then we were attacked by an invisible monster in the woods. The creature nearly killed us, but Jack—Larson’s son—retrieved us, and carried us up the mountain to the Larson estate. That’s when things went… south.

“ That’s when things went south?” Parker said. “How south? Bermuda?”

Worse. I thought we were all right; our clothes were cleaned, our new wounds bandaged. But we heard a woman, sobbing, in the vents of Larson’s house, and Arthur was… irrational about it. Larson finally came and spoke to us, telling us he was Andrew—a fictional descendant to handle rumors of his longevity—and he seemed friendly. Honest. Sunny paused, and when he spoke again, shame tinted his words. I… I believed him. Arthur didn’t, and… and while we were discussing it, we heard Jack kill the crying woman. We knew it was Jack because… Larson told us.

“Jesus.” Parker took a moment to rub his face, to run his fingers through his hair and pull it away from his eyes. “Jesus fuck. He just fuckin’ admitted it?”

Yes. He… he admitted he had Jack kill her. Arthur went crazy again. We made an insane escape through a window over a cliff. We found a dead body in a bed, and when Arthur touched it, I… I saw how they died.

“What?” said Parker, startled.

That hasn’t happened with you. It seems to be something unique to Arthur.

“What in fuck?” Parker murmured. “He’s got magic powers?”

I don’t know. Sunny sounded fearful.

Parker stroked his jaw. “It’s okay. You don’t have to know. So what happened then?”

I think I may have… Seen a flash of the Arthur you knew.

“You did?” Parker straightened. “What happened?”

I apologized to Arthur for lashing out at him. Though it made no sense, though we hadn’t gotten along at all, he… he seemed to accept my apology.

Parker sighed. “Yeah. He always was a sucker for a good apology. That’s… That’s good? I think that’s good.”

It… it felt like I was finally getting somewhere. Sunny mumbled. I didn’t want to fight with him, Parker. I really didn’t. 

“I know. I believe you,” Parker said, brushing the curve of his jaw once again.

I just… I want you to remember that. Because we got caught. We’d escaped, and we’d talked, and we’d investigated, and I thought things might get better, and we might get out of there, but Jack caught us. He knocked Arthur out, brought us down to the dining room, tied us to a chair, and… and when Arthur woke up, he was weeping. And he told me about… about Faust.

“Faust?”

Their throat tightened. Parker’s tongue twitched in their mouth. Before I came to him. When he was still with John. When the King had them… captured, thrown into something called the prison pits, Arthur was starving, and the King threw another prisoner in with them. The man was a murderer; a cannibal, who planned—Arthur said—to kill and eat him.  Instead… instead, Arthur killed him, murdered him by crushing his eyes with his thumbs just like he did to Jack later, and confessed to me he… he ate Faust. 

Parker sat right down on the garden path, right on the ground, like his strings had been cut.

Parker? Sunny whimpered.

“Just… I need a second. You’re good, bud. You’re okay. I just need a second.” His voice sounded like he’d been strangled.

Their tongue twitched again.

“It’s okay,” Parker whispered, though it obviously wasn’t. “Go on.”

Sunny sat in unsteady silence for a moment before he could. It was like he was confessing this to me before we died , and I just… Sunny let out a sob. I had done my best, and he’d still... what was the point? What was the fucking point? This man, this murderer, had ripped me away from my godhood and imprisoned me within him, threatened me into cooperation, lied, and then when I thought I might have an understanding with him… he told me that . And then Larson spoke to us, and Larson… Larson knew things Arthur didn’t. He knew of the gods, of their powers, called us superior , and I…

“He knew you were there,” said Parker. “Didn’t he?”

I believe so, Sunny whispered.

“That asshole played you. Didn’t he?”

Sunny let out a sob. Yes. I was swayed immediately. I was angry at Arthur. Angry at the various ways in which he harmed himself, harmed me. Larson punished him for speaking out of turn—Jack did that to his ear. Tore the piece of it off. 

“Fucking hell,” Parker muttered. “Did all his scars come from that house?

Not all, I swear, Sunny said quickly.

Parker touched his lips this time. “I ain’t blaming you.”

Sunny’s voice hitched.

“I ain’t. It’s okay. If you need to stop—”

Sunny would not stop. When it was revealed Larson had sacrificed his daughter, Addison, to one of the gods for his longevity and power, Arthur went completely insane .

Parker got up and began to pace. “He always did when kids were involved. Always,” he said, and his voice was a growl.

Parker, Sunny whispered. Parker, I’m sorry. I should have—I don’t know—

“Just gotta move, bud,” Parker said, running his hands through his hair. “Ain’t mad at you.”

Parker, Sunny whimpered. Please, Parker, I’m sorry. I really am, I—

“Buddy, I’m not angry at you.” There was heat to his words. “Have I ever lied to you?”

No, Sunny said, voice shaky.

“Then trust me,” Parker said. “You told me about the sacrifice before. Remember? And I was fuckin’ mad then. I just… there’s more context now.”

I understand. Sunny’s voice hitched. Is it my fault?

“No, bud. No. Did you kill Larson’s kid? Did you make him kill some woman beneath the house? Fuck, did you throw some cannibal into the pit with Arthur? Fuck, no.” Parker threw his head back and took a deep breath in through his nose, and then hissed it out between his teeth—in for five, out for seven. And again, in for five, out for seven. “You didn’t do any of this, and I don’t hold you accountable.”

I just wanted to go home, Sunny whispered. Larson dangled that in front of me like a lure, and I… I bit down hard. 

Parker let out one final breath. “I know, buddy. I know.”

Sunny was quiet for a long moment before he spoke with a tiny, broken voice. Do… Do you still love me?

“What?” Parker startled, stopping dead in his tracks. “What kind of crazy quest—yes, Sunny. Yes, I still love you. For fuck’s sake, bud, I’m a bit harder than that to shake off. I mean, I thought Arthur strangled me fuckin’ dead and I still love the guy.”

But you… Sunny let out a soft, desperate noise. I… Okay. Okay, yes. I just… You really aren’t mad?

“Not at you. At the King? Yeah. That was fucked up, makes me wonder what else happened that we don’t know about. At Larson? Oh fuck, yeah. I already was, but now… I’m really wondering what to do about that guy.”

…We will need to talk about the King too, Sunny said, voice weak and completely exhausted. But I… I can’t. Not right now.

“That’s alright. We’ve got time.” Parker reached up and gently cupped his jaw, feeling the twitch as Sunny settled into the touch. “You got a hell of an introduction to Arthur. Confirmed several of my suspicions. He’s still got some stuff to answer for, with you, but it sounds like he was still in there, just… this went beyond flipping a switch. It’s like somebody ripped the godsdamned outlet outta the wall and started crossing wires.”

I can agree with that. He was in one hell of a state. Sunny let out a rumbling sigh. Parker?

“Yeah?”

Do you think… Do you think John was part of it? Arthur had told me they’d fought, badly, right before.

“I’m thinking so, more and more,” Parker said quietly. “I don’t know what’s going on with that just yet. But we’ll figure it out. Okay?”

Okay. Partner.

“This can’t have been too easy to say. Thank you, partner. This was valuable. Important.” Parker gently patted his cheek. “You gonna be okay for dinner tomorrow?”

I… I think so. I’ll be quiet, but… I just don’t know how to talk to him. I don’t want to. I thought I could move on, but seeing him again, I…

“Yeah, I understand that.” More than Sunny could ever really know. “Don’t worry; I’ll take point on that one. You just sit back and listen for me, so I can double-check theories later. Sound good?”

Sounds good. He slipped into silence for a long moment. Parker?

“Yeah, bud?”

Thank you. I… I love you.

“Anytime, bud. Love you too,” he said, taking a seat back on the bench. The words, still so fresh, did not ease the tension that had twisted his muscles tight, as much as he'd like to watch the fish in the pond until the afternoon light turned rich and golden. Parker got up and walked, pacing the gardens, following every path, and if he moved like an angry wolf while he did, it was effective, because no one—Dancer or servant or anything else—came anywhere near.

[saltyxtides]

MONTGOMERY WARDEYN.

Bayden was one of the most cuddly people on the planet despite his off putting personality and when he finally put his arm up around her Monty felt more signs of him. Between the home-spun gifting so simple and the quickness for affection she had no reason to suspect anything was up in this room.

Until he refused to dance. 

Celeste told Bayden she wouldn’t try to ruin his life with family, but it seemed her own stubbornness couldn’t help itself. 

Celeste said to Bayden Monty would sniff it out because she was a witch too. Nah. She could sniff it out because Celeste couldn’t follow one simple lead set before her. 

When families have traditions you don’t break them. She even just heard Monty say out loud Bayden was the one who made up this tradition giving Celeste the biggest clue how important this was to Bayden and Monty really comes here every year just for him to do this. Celeste was fucking up by not just going through the motions and moving along. She was tipping Monty off is what she was doing sucking at acting like Bayden at all.

Why does it matter if we don’t do it this year?

“Because it’s what we do. It’s our tradition. It’s how I know you love me. You’re acting weird. Not your regular weird. Actual weird.”  

She shook her head no. She wasn’t going to stop.

Then up she went forced off his lap. As her mind was reliving the Valentine’s Day the tradition was made up she almost became turned into a boiling pot of rage because she knew things right now Celeste did not. The Bay turned this into being worried for mommy. She narrowed her eyes at him. She stood there with little white knuckled fist balls at her sides and straight arms. It was the only thing he could have said to simmer her down and make her believe in any sort of way something might have been more important than the dance. The stupid mamma’s boy. Thank fuck he was so that he was so easy to manipulate. They did need Jude alive.

“Fine, but we’ll dance in the house before I go. I’ll hate giving mom the satisfaction of knowing how mushy we get, but I’m getting my dance. I blame you. My date can wait. I’m worth it.”

Personal life? Shrugging her off and going vague with terms like personal life? Who did he think he was talking to? He wasn’t an employee speaking to a boss. This wasn’t work. This was his sister. They didn’t have boundaries like that. Personal life? That’s what she came for so he could talk to someone for real because he lied to all the doctors. They both knew that. She was who went to about his personal life. So this instantly made no sense now. She was his real person and now he was going to suddenly build a wall?  – At least, Monty thought she was his real person. Truly, she was. At least, Bayden attempted to make a real person out of Rowan because of the things he couldn’t open up to Monty. But, Rowan started to be a sucky friend too. You know you’re a sucky friend when Bayden decides he likes his sister better than you.

“What personal life? Look, if this is about Janet again her husband doesn’t know. If she’s acting weird again she’s just scared of getting caught, but that’s half the thrill for her anyway. I have already gotten the last janitor that was going to file a report fired. I said he touched me. I did a mind wipe on her hubs before he could confront her. He’s never going to confront her, Bayden. I got ahead of it all. Really. You’re in the clear. Fuck nurse pussy to your heart’s content. She had a hysterectomy. I don’t really give a fuck if it gives you some excitement in these boring walls and I don’t become an auntie. Just try to be discreet. Just tell me if you think someone saw you guys again so I can deal with it. You know it just snow balls into a bigger mess when you stall.”

He danced with a girl before?

She laughed as she gathered up her gifts and his gift basket so he could go through it at the house.

“Yeah, I know all about your dates to all those medical conventions and galas Mom paid for so you could appear like a nice young man that knew nice girls back when she paraded you around like a patient monkey in a suit. You cleaned up real nice too. Remember the one in the red dress with big puffy brunette hair? The convention you accidently got burnt down? I helped pick her out. She seemed like your type. But you always told me those girls didn’t count. It doesn’t count when your mommy pays them to be on your arm.”

Then she thought about his moments he escaped and his hallucinations. She better check in to be sure he’s okay. She waved them on.

“Change of heart? They count now? Or is my big brother keeping a secret from me?” She started to smile like come on. Let it out. Spill if there’s something’s to tell.

Getting through the hospital and loading up the car would have to go in relative silence because even though much of the staff knew what was going on so Bayden wasn’t unaccounted for during head counts there was still an obscurity to taking a patient with a life sentence without parole dropped in this program off grounds, even if it was just up the hill to the director’s house.

Bayden would be forced to lie down in the backseat where he wouldn’t be seen as they drove up the hill. He knew the routine, but if Celeste messed anything up along the way Monty was sure to remind him. Once safely stowed away she’d say, “Remember the first time I drove you and we snuck away first to get ice cream and Indian food? We laughed so much and you wanted to run away. I asked how we would live. You said I don’t care as long as I have ice cream, and Indian food, and you, every day forever you thought it was so good. I’ll be good I swear. I kept telling you you were good. Mom was so mad by the time we finally went home. I’m surprised she ever trusted me to drive you, her precious boy, ever again.”

But boy oh boy if the real Bayden could read minds. Thank goodness he couldn’t. If he knew Rowan-Celeste-Whatever-She-Wanted-To-Be-Called was judging him all the time the way she was, judging his family, just fucking all of it, daring to act like she had room to judge as if Celeste had a normal bone her body worthy to cast normal judgement… that’d be last she’d ever see of him. Luckily, he could not read minds.

Instead while Celeste was avoiding the dance with his sister the real Bayden was dreaming of it, wishing for it, and missing it so greatly stuck in Rowan’s body he’d… she’d nearly be having a breakdown of their own in silent tears by themselves avoiding everyone for the rest of the day because they were close. Monty and Bayden were close. That was the problem here. Celeste was somehow missing even though they were putting Bayden through all this she was all he had in the whole world. She was his everything. Of course they were close. She was his one and only visitor in the entire fucking world. If the girl wasn’t intelligent enough to figure out these two were close she was going to ruin his life before the day was through because Monty didn’t have to be a witch to figure out something was wrong with Bayden if this was going to keep up.

( @montywonmom​ )  

      THEY tested the water’s that they treaded on.  Montgomery just happened to be the current that demanded there full attention or so god they would certainly find themselves in deeper water.

      ‘ The trick, ’ said the voice in there head, ‘ is to commit your sins in plain sight. ’ as if the voice read there mind.  They needed to switch to there p l a n B.  Not that they were happy about having to do it.

      Sadly.  They fingered the hidden package in the leather jacket’s hidden upper pocket.  That they managed to hide, as Montgomery almost found it earlier if they didn’t stop her from patting his stomach.  Soreness is one factor, as there was also something they didn’t want them finding.  Though they hoped they could have given it to Clarissa, but it was still made with Montgomery in mind, in case they had to go with PLAN b.

      “Ok.  Then what about sibling code of conduct?”

      “If you don’t want me to be salty next year little sister then here’s a solution.  Once a month.  Preferably any sunday.  Call me.  Believe it or not I have a phone.”  Pulling it out && wiggling it to show her the proof that she must already knew about.  Yet there was still another in assistant living house too.

      “Since you’re the one with the busiest schedule.  It’s easier for you to make the call first.  Yea?”  Since being in Bayden’s body a little over a month, they’ve learned a thing or two about them just from observing alone.

      “&& you can start on how much of a DWEEB you’re d a t e was.  Tonight.”  Emphasizing older-ly brother distaste of her date she was going to have tonight.  Bayden’s sister so happily brought to the conversation.  Along with portraying selfish-concern.  After all she was meeting a total stranger that just might psychologically be more fucked up than her.  It’s not that impossible to imagine that Bayden could be worried about there little sister’s well being.  Along with the teasing that it wasn’t SUNDAY but t u e s d a y.

       But using dramatic means to make a point, but underlining that they must miss there younger sister, &&. be concerned all on top of it all, while wishing to connect more felt stronger in leads of Bayden’s side of a brother.

      They could only hope by the time Montgomery calls next time she’ll actually be talking to the real Bayden.  If Montgomery ever called again - one visit a month wasn’t enough effort for them to accept.  Cause regardless of her attitude now, the real Bayden deserved better, && needed more.

       They knew Bayden was SALTY but his sister was certainly s n a p p y.  Couldn’t help but admire the ORIGINAL-d u e t of the Wardeyn siblings. Feeling a grin tug at the corner of there lips.  “What are you talking about Monty?  WE give m o m the satisfaction every year.  Every dance — ” pointing at the ceiling, rolling there finger &&. whistling for dramatic effect, as if circling the surveillance not just from the camera’s around the room, but some of the nurses capturing the successful valentines day event they so provide at Briarcliff Asylum DR.W a r d e y n could use for publicity.

       “I know it’s our TRADITION , it’s i m p o r t a n t to me , && I know it’s important to you too.  Despite everything , we still have each other — ”  

      “ — It’s just this year I wanted . . .  to surprise you?  Do something DIFFERENT for y o u that can’t be done here but you’re hella impatient.  You deserve better then paper doilies && dancing under construction paper hearts Monty. ”  They didn’t lie, going into damage control mode - as they had a plan in mind in case the nuclear reactor was over-heating they thought it through since Christmas.  That’s how far along they planned this in case they had too.

       It also was a drop of a hint. A big brother ruffling his younger sister’s feather’s on the outside playing on her impatient weaknesses.  Only they tested what was possible && what wasn’t from the inside as they were learning as they go.  There not Bayden because in the end, no one could replace the original, but there not dumb enough going into this blindly, they had a little more creativity/planning it was always something that felt familiar to them. 

       Slowly turning around, walking backwards as there hands would jam into the front pockets of Bayden’s signature leather jacket.  There was something soft.  A soft muffling clanking sound being jostled around in that LEATHER j a c k e t of his that clearly would peak Montgomery’s interest as they wouldn’t have stopped until she had recognized the sound was coming off them.  As they wouldn’t give it/reveal it until they got back to the house it seemed.

       They hoped the little hints being dropped might lower there blood pressure, cause Montgomery couldn’t hide her anger veins if her life depended on it!  All they could HOPE for was that they border lined thought — maybe she just got to close to something Bayden didn’t want her to find so quickly > That sitting on his lap might have made them overly nervous — Could have outright panicked && moved her without thinking twice about it > doing all they could to try to cover for it only saying the first thing that came to mind.  H o p e f u l l y.

       . . .  They were silent for a moment as they pivoted forward, as they were wanted to be angry but couldn’t.  Bayden’s own sister talked about a cheap version of what happened to her own mother when there where plenty of other ways - tactics - to get someone fired.  To carelessly use sexual assault as a means of an end knowing the person they are talking too?

‘ ...I was never wanted just some accident of rape okay ’   ‘ ...I don’t belong on this fucking earth. I shouldn’t fucking exist ’

       It was like going back as they saw the ghostly visage of that night play in the back of there head.  Remembering the pain in Bayden’s face as Rowan, hearing the hurt in his voice as Rowan that night.  Worse they couldn’t get mad — not for what DR.W a r d e y n or for BAYDEN been through because of it.  

       “ You know this conversation is starting to snow ball into an avalanche, because I’ve temporarily taken a hiatus on nurses.  FOCUS l e s s on Janet - that was so last month but don’t quote me on it cause it’ll probably be back in next month.  BUT concentrate m o r e on the pressing matters that my life right now is glitteringly — coarse && rough && irritating && messily everywhere && not worth much to bother about. ”  It’s basically like glitter. If it was a feeling, that’s how they felt.  The problems they struggled with as they couldn’t exactly tell Monty everything, but they also couldn’t lie either or be damned by getting caught by a Witches intuition.  They met in the middle of things.

       They had forgotten about that.  Briefly remembering seeing Bayden dress up a couple times in a PENGUIN-s u i t e /  FORMAL-s u i t e as all that sounded a lot like glorified torture, && it made a little more sense as they snorted with humor.  “ I looked liked Oswald Cobblepot on a bad day. ”  They wanted to smile, the kind of smile that would reflect that they were thinking of someone that they liked-a u g h aware of?  Bayden stature in a suite reminded them of cosplaying Oswald Cobblepot, the Robin Lord Taylor version, at least.  They wanted to be mean && tease him about it now.  Feeling a massive curiosity too, unfortunately they couldn’t tap into memory's of Bayden to pry what Montgomery meant when — convention you accidently got burnt down.  Feeling instantly && unreasonably annoyed but it didn’t change a thing about themselves to show it.

       “Keep taken cheap shots at me aye?  Is it about time I tell you?  SHOULD I s p i l l?”  Obviously as they where baiting Montgomery, while they were thinking about what to even say!  That memory was something that Bayden didn’t even tell his sister, regardless of him not believing they were real.  They didn’t want to tell her.  They liked that she didn’t know.  Until the answer came out all on it’s own solving itself.  

       “ TSK. T s k.  Tsk.  You forgot I used to work at Hotel Cortez — && I danced with one hot mamá.  One HOT d r u n k mamá — ” to be fair, if there was someone Bayden would dance with.  They could certainly visualize Bayden doing something that near amusing anyway.  If he locks DJ’s in bathroom’s to heist the music playlist there’s wiggle room to work with here. “ — but don’t go telling MOM t h a t.  That’s just stays between the two of us now. ”  All jokes aside && banter with Montgomery there was a feeling — a feeling that caused the hair on the back of there neck to stand up.  Alarmed by it.

       For a long moment they’re demeaner changed after reaching a certain point with Montgomery as it obviously made them feel the weight of it.  Slowing there steps enough to have them walking side by side, slowly falling a hair behind her so she was in front.  Not sure how to act . . . but they didn’t ignore what they felt && kept a solemnness to them.  Committed to the silence, even it wasn’t what Montgomery was used to.

       They did not know the weight of the danger Bayden was in, but they could understand what they where getting themselves involved.  Only it didn’t stop the skin prickling along there back, as it wouldn’t have made sense to sit somewhere like the front.  Honestly, regardless of them doing it wrong.  They seemed to prefer the backseat.  There could be a lot of Karen’s out there, && being in Bayden’s sister’s car, no doubt would have a lot of EYES on t h e m.  Regardless of having to take a moment to lie down --- holding there breath as they hid the painful soreness erupting from there abdomen until they where flat on there back.  

       Those words rang in Bayden’s brain.  They felt themselves sinking in the backseat as there was no recollection.  There mind was numb && the body fluttered with minor panic.  It’s not something there used to.  The concept of family.  The concept of being raised properly, as it’s easy to tell DR.W a r d e y n loved them in her own way.  There are some holes in there memory right now though they hope to fill in the gaps with Rowan’s casefile sooner or later, but they know, Bayden had it better growing up.

       A reflexive smile reached there lips, as they suppressed a laugh, leaving a groan like sound as it sounded like the struggled not to laugh. “ It’s memories like those Monty that make it all worth it, you know . . . almost as good as . . . my little sister’s company, ice cream, Indian food, && mom scaring the shit out us!  DDAAMMNN.  That’s c o l d.  ICE c o l d that you’d think mom wouldn’t ever trust you with me after that.  It wouldn’t ever be the same without you.”