#fierier

[p3q3oaxtfu]

Male masterbating Round Ebony Ass 11 - Scene 4 Ftvgirls Presents Cute Teen Girls Toying Negro malhado gozando na perna boobs insex home Jamie rae con shane diesel Big booty pawg in action Ebony Girlfriend Makes Stud Orgasm Multiple Times With BBC Dildo Cuckold Latina Wife tia bella hermosa gordita

[soulsxng]

Archetypes quiz | Ellyas edition!

47% Advocate: The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

35% Performer: Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.

18% Explorer: The Explorer is drawn to the unknown, whether that’s a Himalayan peak or the road not taken, and have a thirst for adventure. They take journeys, not vacations.

[probablyasocialecologist]

North America once housed more beavers than humans — by a lot. Even before Europeans showed up and built an entire extractive economy on beaver pelts, estimates put the number in the hundreds of millions (during the Pleistocene, there were even giant species of beaver, as large as bears). The North American fur trade, which lasted for centuries, nearly wiped beavers off the continent — and, unknown to trappers, vastly changed its ecosystems from sea to sea. “There is evidence that riverscapes across the West were much more complex and ‘anastomosed’ prior to European colonization,” says Nicholas Kolarik, a Ph.D. student working with Brandt, who is focusing on mapping data sets of wetlands. Anastomosis denotes branches connecting two things, like organs in the body, but in this case, he means streams, since waterways in the U.S. West used to be much more interconnected. Today, they’re “starved of wood,” he says, but by adding wood into streams and rivers, especially by building dams, beavers slow water down significantly. “In doing so, sediment is stored, water infiltrates into the aquifers, riparian vegetation establishes, habitat is created, and carbon is stored,” Kolarik says.

[...]

“Beavers maintain healthy riverscapes which store carbon and water. Consistent access to water is key to mitigating the effects of climate disturbances like drought.” Beavers’ role as firefighters has already been documented in Idaho. A 2018 technical report by Anabranch Solutions, a river restoration company, found that beavers were a major factor in decreasing burn intensity along Baugh Creek during that year’s Sharps Fire. “Where active beaver dams were present, native riparian vegetation persisted, unburnt,” the authors wrote. In our hotter and fierier world, beavers are a buffer.

[indieyuugure]

I have to know in the indie turtles: how is raph's temper? does he get out of control or he found a way redirect it?

BTW I love your artwork keep going strong and remember to take break when you need it.

Yeah, Raph’s got a temper big time! That’s why he has so many creative hobbies.

His temper used to be much worse, and so Splinter gave him drawing stuff to help him outlet his emotions into something non-destructive and violent. He’s actually really good at art too. He’s kinda shy about it though since he feels like it doesn’t really fit with his tough persona. He also listens to a lot of heavy music that helps him vent his anger, and will often listen to music while draws to help calm down.

Now, even though he has martial arts, drawing and music to help him not explode at every little thing and try to murder his brothers on the daily, he still has a much fierier temper than all of his brothers. He often gets the most pissed off with Mikey since Mikey finds it funny to purposefully make Raph angry.(poking him, asking the same question a million times, purposefully humming the same 5 seconds of a song over and over cause he can’t remember what comes next, etc.)

Raph is very sweet when he’s in a chill mood, but he does have a tendency to be kind of violent when showing his affection. He’ll often pretend (sometimes not pretend) to punch his brothers, or will brush/bump into them.

Sometimes if Leo’s reading or doing something like that, Raph will playfully tackle him and they’ll wrestle on the floor for a bit, usually until one of them submits the other.

Good question! :]

[sparklygraves]

I super ship Merthur but also love to think of Lance & Gwaine as Merlin’s exes who he’s still really good buds with & they (especially Gwaine) kinda pine for him.

in my mind Merlin & Lance were in a long term relationship that turned into more of a friendship.

& Merlin & Gwaine had a shorter, fierier thing that Merlin broke off cuz he saw it was real serious for Gwaine & Merlin was starting to recognize his feelings for Arthur…

[reimoonwuff]

Another pokemon form and one ive been trying to make for myself ever since Legends: Arceus came out but only just got the motivation to draw up~!

Say Hello to a Fierier yet still chilled and lad back mon~ Always hungry and will gobble up any nearby wayward souls or even just feed off the bad energy someone gives off to make their day feel a little better.

Course they like to eat more than that and often gain a lot as a result~

Who wants to hang with this chubby enby firebrand?

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[explodingquails]

My contribution to Leodia Week this year: Crossover AU with Elden Ring 🌞 🌚

For people who know a little bit about ER it should be obvious who they are stand-ins for in the original lore haha. Anyways lore dump for this AU below the cut

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As an infant, Diana was found orphaned by the Knights of Leyndell, Royal Capital. They took her in among their ranks and, once she came of age, allowed her to train with the other initiates, hoping to mold her into a loyal servant of the Golden Order.

During that time she befriended Leona, a fellow knight initiate of mysterious origin with fiery red locks and an even fierier spirit in battle.

However, while Leona remained fully devout to the Erdtree's cause, over the years Diana saw her own faith in the Golden Order begin to waver, especially once she discovered their treatment of non-human races such as the Albinaurics and Misbegotten. She frequently challenged the will of her superiors, becoming a thorn in the side to the Royal Capital.

This tension reached breaking point when as a late teen, Diana was revealed to be an Empyrean, someone capable of forming a connection with an Outer God. And so, Diana's very existence became a threat to the reigning Goddess and the Greater Will. Knowing the schematics of the Golden Order and fearing for her life, Diana fled the Capital.

Leona was heartbroken, for as far as she knew, her friend disappeared overnight. In truth, Diana went on to Liurnia, where she discovered the Full Moon and eventually came to lead the Raya Lucaria Academy.

Years later, Leona, now a Champion of the Golden Order, was tasked to lead the golden host and conquer Leyndell's surrounding territories in the name of the Greater Will. Her aggressive campaign lead her to Liurnia and the front steps of the Raya Lucaria Academy.

She did not expect to see her old friend, now a fully fledged Queen of Caria, standing on the battlefield and single-handedly repelling the Leyndell army's assault, aided by the majesty of the night sky she conjured.

[mendesblurb]

Hey, so I don’t know if this request will come at the right time or not. But it would mean the world to me if you write a fic for his birthday. I suppose it’s just comforting to read your writing especially when it’s not only his day but also it’s my birthday.

thank you for all that you do R, I don’t know you well but I’m glad you exist 💖

His Birthday

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warning ⚠️: fluff, light smut,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: Happy Birthday Shawn Peter Raul Mendes and sweet anon! Can’t believe this guy is 24 years old 🙈♥️ (yes, this post maybe early or late or just in time for some time zones)

Somehow you and Shawn make it into the bedroom even after tumbling every piece of furniture, yet now more entwined and sharing more kisses. He was kissing you fiercely, locking his lips with yours as you looped your arms around his neck and his whole body pressed close against yours.

“Hmm, someone’s eager,”

The two of you just arrived home from celebrating his birthday with several close friends. He felt grateful to spend this momentous day with everyone dear to his heart. Although the whole night, in the back of his head, he couldn’t wait to celebrate his special day privately with you.

“I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone,” He mumbles, wasting no time as whatever you were planning to say next got swallowed up by his next kiss. His kisses were more profound and eager than ever, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and making you groan in delight.

It’s exhilarating and intense, this feeling of being swept up by his eagerness, and you can only arch against him, “I want you. I just want all of you, right now.”

If it were up to him, he would already have his way with you hours ago. But, every time he tried to sneak away, someone would always holler over for his attention.

“You have me, Shawn. All of me after I give you your last gift.”

Your words only fuel his desire more as he kisses you again, savoring your lips as he presses you closer to him; his body feels lean and hard against you. You gasp as his hands creep up under your clothes, slipping over the bare skin of your stomach, waist, and back, “Mmm...,” You strain against him, hungry for his weight, the warmth of his hardness against you as you clutch him as close as you can with greedy hands.

It was even harder to keep his hands off you during the car ride home; he counted down every second until he could finally reach your shared apartment.

The singer can now gladly surrender to the wave of desire you were giving him, riding the wave before suddenly, you pull away and release his lips. Shawn found himself briefly whimpering at the loss of your warmth.

“You ready for the last birthday present of the night?” You giggle, slowly pulling away and looking deeply into his eyes.

“I’m so ready.”

His one palm slides around the bare skin of your neck, and another moves over to your hip. His eyes are molten with a dark gaze. The intensity of it makes your heartbeat a little faster and stirs your core.

It feels like you’re the focus of his entire world; every feeling and fiber of emotion ever makes a presence in his being. His hands then slip down your back, sliding over the outside of your thigh, “Bring it on.”

The contact and the eagerness in his voice were enough to make your skin buzz, but you know it’s not enough. Surely, he craves to feel you on his bare skin as much as you yearn for his.

“Okay, birthday boy,” Smiling, you guide him to the edge of the bed before stepping away from him and relishing his heated stare as it rakes over your body, “The rules are no touching yet and no touching yourself either.”

If the room temperature was hot before, your actions only turn them up a thousandfold. At the party, his mind was already preoccupied with thoughts about what he wants to do with you. But now that you’re finally alone, his nostril only seems to flare up more in arousal, and his eyes are darker and fierier as he nods his head wordlessly.

Taking a deep breath, you grab the hem of your shirt and sway your hips in a rhythm to some silent melody, and pull it over your head, “Don’t you dare look away,” You jokingly threatened.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You watch him as you cast your shirt aside. He seems frozen; he hasn’t moved, let alone blinked.

He was solely very focused on you, not caring about anything else. His smoldering gaze only excites you even further, and goosebumps appear on your flesh. Your fingers excitedly tremble as you fumble at your remaining clothes, eager to start shimmying out of them.

A couple of deft and sensual movements later, the rest of your clothing falls to the floor, joining your shirt, leaving only your underwear remaining, “Still watching?”

“I have never wanted anything this bad my entire life.”

There was something in the hoarse, raspy of his voice that only made you genuinely wonder how much longer can you bear to tease him before giving you both what you want, what you need.

“Don’t worry, any second now….,” Sliding your hand over your hips, you slip your fingers into the waistband of your underwear and slip them down, kicking it aside gracefully.

There’s nothing now between you and the heat of his gaze.

“All right, birthday boy. You’ve been so patient. Now you will be rew- -”

You haven’t even finished your sentence before he eagerly grab you by the waist. He's upon you, hands moving everywhere, mouth hot first on your lips, then neck, then each of your exposed skin. You giggle and gasp in pleasure, unable to focus on a single caress or sensation as your whole word blurs out of his touch, taste, and kisses. Your boyfriend shows no intention of stopping as a single and sharp shove later, and you find yourself spreadeagled on the bed with him focusing on you with all his intent, driving you to dizzying heights with a whirlwind of sensations.

You were panting, flushed, and eager for more of him as he only stopped to remove his socks with almost record speed. His shirt follows as his fingers fumble eagerly over every button until it all peels away to reveal his perfectly sculpted muscles to you. He does fast work of his pants and underwear as well, almost frantic in his desire to get them off until finally, he stands before you in nothing but his birthday suit.

Then, in a single speedy motion, his body hovering above yours, eyes glimmering with hunger, and desire as he leaned down, face a few inches away from yours, “I think it’s time; I savor this birthday present,” His lips melt against yours, his tongue delving into your lips hungrily, intensely, passionately, “Cause baby, I’ve been waiting for it all night long.”

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Story Code: 090822106

[a-corvid-waltz]

Dearest Andhera,

Your letter finds me wanting.

Not for your words, but for your presence. However, it is in lack that my passion grows.

Please. Please keep teasing me with your absence, and know that in your withholding, I yearn deeper and fierier and with more passion.

Sincerely, Lady Featherfowl

(So sorry I didn’t introduce myself in the first sentence. I know it’s so confusing you have to wait ‘till the very end)

AKA the sexiest way to tell someone; “stay away from me, stay the fuck away from me.”

@quiddie your request is our demand

[dalekofchaos]

Mortal Kombat Koncept: Li Mei by Jack Meng Kirkman

Story:

Shao Kahn chooses only the best Li Mei, it is unbecoming of you to deny such an opportunity.

Shao cares not for his fighters, just that they win. Li Mei scowled

It is for the glory of outworld my child

And the damnation for all others…

Be careful how you speak of the Kahn and his conquest Li Mei. In my presence you are safe, but there are many less tolerant.

Thanks for your concern, Mi Zhang. I will try to remember. Li Mei said, nearly biting on her tongue.

Well, your training is complete for today, I suggest you get ample rest. Li Mei bowed and began leaving the small dojo. “You know Shao won’t give me a choice, don’t you?”. Mi Zhang said nothing.

“FIGHT!” That was the last word Li Mei heard before she threw yet another bout. This time it was to Earthrealm’s Sonya Blade. She was fierier than most and just as brutal. She woke up in her resting chamber. She remembered being near death. Her bones snapped, her blood painted the arena. Only by the hands of Outworld’s best healers was she saved. Shao Khan would not let such a prospective warrior off so easily. She rose slowly, still recovering from the damage Sonya had done a month prior. Her eyes fell on a hooded figure in dark robes standing at the foot of her bed, back turned. They were not one of her healers. “Can I help you?”, she said. though she was tired, she was focused and collected

“Perhaps…” The figure’s voice was eerie and slow. “But first I must help you”. The figure turned around, their features were obscured and it was dark out. They held their hands calmly together, showing no sign of aggression or ill intent.

“I have healers, thank you. Whatever your services, they are not required.” Li Mei said sternly. The figure made her uneasy.

“Don’t be so sure, Champion”

“I am no champion”

“But you could be”. Li Mei hesitated for a moment. “Without Bo’ Rai Cho here to guide me, I’m afraid I am too weak.”. A high-pitched laugh escaped the figure. “Bo’ Rai Cho is a vestigial appendage of history. But you… You Li Mei are the future. You are the legacy of the White Lotus, the Champion of Outworld!”

“Stop calling me that!” The figure stood in silence for a moment before Li Mei broke through once more. “Who are you? How do you know who I am? And why do you profess to aid me?

“I am a humble cleric from a distant land. Where I am from we listen to the universe. We let prophecy be our guide. And I have seen a great prophecy written in blood. A warrior as swift as the current, as ferocious as a tsunami, as inexorable as the tide. Now, only two warriors embody that prophecy, but… as I let the blood run, it spoke to me… ‘She must win!’. This leaves only you, Li Mei.

There was a pause, as Li Mei ruminated on the words.

“You fight like a wave. You are both the calm and the crash. You are like water my friend…”

“Take your poetry and leave, before I break your bones.”

The figure laughed manically. Uncontrollably. Breaking their collected demeanour. They unfolded their hands and grabbed their arm and with an echoing *snap* forced their arm in the wrong direction. Li Mei winced in disgust and recoiled from the figure. A low laughter rung out again. “A rather empty threat I’m afraid”

“What do you want from me” Li Mei asked coldly now, her patience with this cleric was running thin

ºAll I want is to unleash your potential. You confine yourself like a cove, when you could be the ocean!” The words seemed to stretch for an eternity.

“If I win, Shao Khan will lord over all realms”

“That is not written”

“Damn your prophecies!”

“All I know, is that if you betray this prophecy. If you betray your true nature. The realms will suffer something worse.”

“Like what?”

“That is not written…”

“Leave me”

“Of course… But before I go, I will leave you with a demonstration of the truth. Should you continue on your current path, your next fight will finish you. I will be there when it happens and only I have the means to save you. When we meet again, I hope you will reconsider my words”

“If I die, they can’t force me to win. I will not live as a slave again!”

“Surely Bo’ Rai Cho and Shujinko taught you to fight for something greater?” The cleric turned and left the chamber

Li Mei’s next fight was against Kung Lao. She thought once more about her death. It would be an end to all the suffering, not just for herself, but she would no longer have to bear witness to it. “If I must die… so be it”, she thought. She entered the arena for what she thought would be the last time. The breath was drawn out of her as the first punch landed to her gut. As she searched for air in a seeming void, words of the cleric came to her.

“If you betray your true nature. The realms will suffer something worse.” Then a barrage of punches were thrown her way. Breathlessly she edged backwards, parrying the blows. Kung Lao gave her a curt nod of recognition, but realizing she was out of gas, unleashed a powerful side kick once again to her stomach. She crashed into the ground and inhaled with the might of Fujin.

“I will not live as a slave again!” she heard her say in her mind. The boot of Kung Lao stomped down towards her, she rolled out of the way and swept his legs on the way up. She dashed backwards, trying desperately to regain her composure. Then she heard, “You won’t be living at all…”, her thoughts, but in the eerie drawl of the cleric. Kung Lao gave her no reprieve, he turned heel and rushed towards her, once again unleashing a flurry of strikes. She blocked, ducked and weaved out of his line of fire. He spun around to face her once more, not giving her his back. “Bo’ Rai Cho speaks highly of you Li Mei. Its an honour to meet you in Kombat”. Li Mei was still trying to level her breathing and used the time Kung Lao was wasting. He smiled and then with lightning speed, threw his bladed hat at her throat. Its arc through the air changed unnaturally and Li Mei barely dodged the edge, but it still sheered the side of her neck. She turned quickly to face Kung Lao, but he had vanished, then a whirlwind of air picked up from behind her, before she could turn around, she felt his heel bury deep into her spine. She let out a sharp yelp as she fell to the floor once more. She rolled over, only to see the guillotine hat spinning towards her through the air. She quickly reached for her chain whip, “Long Wei” (Dragontail) and snapped the chain taught in front of her. The hat hit the chain and spun violently, sparks went flying in all directions, but it would not break through, after all the hat’s blade and her chain were made out of the same powerful metal. Time slowed as the sparks flew by her face and she caught a glimpse of the cleric in the crowd, hands together buried in long billowing sleeves still hooded and obscured by the crowd, but there was no mistaking the presence. The hat recalled from her and Kung Lao ran towards her once more. He tore off the hat as he approached and began using it as a weapon. She deflected over and over. “Bo’ Rai Cho always called you Wave Breaker. A fierce aggressor, but all I see is you hiding behind your defenses. Show me something!” Kung Lao taunted. For a moment, Li Mei was transported back to a time where Bo’ Rai Cho stood with Outworld. War was on the horizon, as it ever was and Li Mei could see the disillusion in her master’s eyes, though he would never speak of it. Her thoughts were suddenly shattered, “Again Wave Breaker! Your technique is lacking today. Watch carefully. Your arm and fingers must be nebulous, formless, as indecisive as water ever is, HAH! But when you strike, you must be as a breaking wave. Transfer your energy like so”, Bo’ Rai Cho struck with his arm which seemed to be floating and wandering while explaining, but the impact of his fist shook the pillar of the arch above them, sending waves of force through the entire structure. He exhaled a long deep breath and closed his eyes. Then opened them calmly to her. “Again”. With lightning speed, Li Mei’s fist shot forward and like the chain of Long Wei, snapped tight. She hit Kung Lao clean in the ribs and sent him flying backwards. He winced in pain and breathed heavily, as he straightened, he doubled over. It was clear something was wrong. She took this as a sign to advance. But as she did so, Kung Lao threw his hat once more, she dived under it, only to meet Kung Lao rolling in close to her, as he came up, he brought his knee into her chest. She lost her breath again, but compressed her body and let loose a powerful uppercut. Kung Lao had not expected it and it hit him clean in the jaw. “Why are you fighting”, she whispered in her head. The hat returned and slashed into her back, before it returned to Kung Lao, she grabbed it and slashed at his arm with expert precision. A twisted look of confusion and strange jealousy took his face. He side kicked again, but this time she caught his leg with the inside of the hat, then dropped his leg and spun with the hat, slashing his tunic and chest. Kung Lao retreated for a moment. “Who taught you that!” he panted. “Shujinko” she responded coldly. he nodded and the held his hand out and called the hat to him. Li Mei, chased the hat towards Kung Lao. The moment he caught it she leapt at him, smashing her fist into his face once more. “If you win, the Kahn will reign”. She heard in her mind. Kung Lao spun around from the impact, but then a whirlwind of energy picked up around him and Li Mei was sent flying into the air. Kung Lao appeared above her and then crashed down onto her with a flying kick. As she stumbled to her feet, she heard once more, “She must win”. “Stop!!” She screamed in her mind. Her mind was addled with a confusion that denied her, her usual battle fervor. Kung Lao had closed the distance again and as she was regaining her stance, palmed her in the chest. The strike wasn’t hard but it interrupted her balance. Then his leg swept her leg up, breaking her stance. He grabbed her leg and positioned his body under her, then with a wide arching palm, swept her other leg up. While she was flung into the air, he drove a powerful palm into her body sending her crashing into the ground below. As she laid there, the cleric spoke once more, “Surely Bo’ Rai Cho and Shujinko taught you to fight for something greater?” Another memory flashed through her mind. It was some time into her training with Master Shujinko. Bo’ Rai Cho had defected, and for the most part, the White Lotus had been quashed in Outworld. Outworld were defeating Earthrealm time and time again in the Mortal Kombat Tournament and it looked like Shao Kahn would have all he desired and Li Mei had been an instrument in his victories. But she lamented to Shujinko about her position in life. What suffering her skill would bring on others. She had begun to fear her strength. Shujinko sat down beside her and let out a low sigh. “I know your pain, Li Mei. It is why I train you. I too was made a slave. I devoted my life to a terrible deception. I was a fool… But I now realize my folly. All my life I fought for others. I sought glory and praise. I wished to be a hero. But what is a hero without the people you save to tell you. I can teach you the Lin Kuei’s ‘Cold Shoulder’, the Shirai Ryu’s ‘Flaming Fist’. But my greatest lesson is this… you must fight for yourself. Li Mei thought she had understood at the time, those simple words of Shujinko. But only now laying here in the arena, her death prophesized, her bones broken to protect others from a fate she could not entirely foresee, did she truly understand his lesson. She got up to face Kung Lao, she would fight her fight, her way. Unfortunately for Li Mei, the cleric’s prophecy would come to pass. Too much damage had already been done and her mind, though resolute, still toyed with her. But she went out with no punches pulled. The medics had taken her away under the arena, but they could see that nothing could be done for her. The best they could do was numb her pain and walk away. Then the cleric emerged from the shadow. They stood over her. Her body was twisted and broken, but she looked into their eyes for the first time. “If you want to live, just give me a sign…” spoke the cleric. Li Mei, with a tear, nodded her head slowly, straining through shuddering pain. The last thing she saw, was the cleric summoning blood from the ether. Then a scarlet veil washed over her eyes.

She awoke in a darkened room. Her eyes darted around, her body felt fast and light. She leapt up from the table and held a defensive stance. She hadn’t felt this limber in a long time. She saw open tubes with teal liquid that led to strange glass containers which seemed to be drained of the same fluid. Then her eyes rested on a dark figure standing in the corner, arms folded as they always were. “Where are we” Li Mei said.

“Shang Tsung’s flesh pits. They’ve been abandoned for some time.” Murmured the cleric

“How did you save me? Why could it be only you? I feel better than I’ve ever felt with healers. What have you done to me?”

“Questions, questions. My methods my own, they are secret and I ask that you respect that. All that matters is that you are free now.

“Free? From what?”

“Your life is your own, champion”

Li Mei gritted her teeth at the word. “What about the tournaments. Outworlds invasion, they will come looking for me again.”

“But you died Li Mei… Kung Lao dealt the fatal blow”

“But…”

“Another secret Li Mei”

“What am I supposed to do now?”

“I am not here to guide you, just to set you free.”

She searched for the words for a while, she was overwhelmed with everything that had transpired, was this death? “Th-thank you”, she said with an endearing, but cautious tone.

“The pleasure is all mine… Now, take these. The cleric handed her desert robes and hoods. These will aid you in your travels. I must retire now, helping you has taken its toll on me”

“I-I’m sorry”

“It is no issue. I will recover. In time”

Time is a tricky thing. Li Mei had seen the death of Shao Kahn at the hands of the Elder Gods themselves, then Shinnok’s rise and fall, the return of Shao Kahn, Sindel and many others long passed. Then the defeat of the Titan of Time herself. Realm altering events had come and gone and to her it all felt like it passed in an instant. She had not aged and in fact, even felt lighter on the soul. As if Kronika’s defeat returned a little piece of time to all creatures in the universe. It was a time of relative peace. No one was certain what happened to the hourglass. Some said it was destroyed with Kronika. Others, that it transported to an inaccessible realm and some claimed that a new champion controlled it. None of that mattered to Li Mei, the dust and hellfire and settled and she could finally set out in search of her old masters. Their lessons burned ever deeper into her during the trials of the conquerors, gods and titans.

She would find them in time and they and the white lotus welcomed her with open arms. Most now thought Li Mei an artifact of the time merger, but she told them the truth. The truth of her struggle and how she never left this timeline, the truth of how she was saved and set free by a mysterious cleric from a distant land. as she said the words, Shujinko raised a brow and looked to Bo’ Rai Cho. Bo’ Rai Cho looked equally perplexed. “Do you think?”

“It cannot be mistaken”, Shujinko said, a look of concern washing over his face

“Why the concern?” Li Mei asked impatiently.

“I too met a cleric from a distant realm a lifetime ago” SHujinko said, staring long into the ground of crushed leaves. “His name was Havik and he was a denizen of Chaosrealm. There were a few like him, but he showed more… Ambition”

“Chaosrealmers are often directionless, Havik seems to differ to their proclivities.” Bo’ Rai Cho added

“I learned the ways of chaos from him” Shujinko continued “And shared this knowledge with a select few, Bo’ Rai Cho being one of them”

“Our water style comes from Chaosrealm, Li Mei” Bo’ Rai Cho said, also pondering the return of this mysterious figure

“Do you think that’s why this ‘Havik’ has interest in me” Li Mei said

“It is uncertain…” Shujinko thought for a moment. “You must find him in Chaosrealm, Shang Tsung claims he resides there once more. His ways are unpredictable, but it is unlike him to refuse a conversation. Talk to him, find the truth behind his motives. He is a master of language and will try to weave a net of words to entrap you or deter you. You must be direct with him. But you must also flow with him.”

“I’m plenty direct”

“HAHA, that’s the Wavebreaker I know!” Bo’ Rai Cho exclaimed with a hearty laugh. “But Wavebreaker, the Havik we know could not accomplish such a feat of healing, how did he come to revive you in such a state?”

“I cannot remember the details, only that he drew on blood, but blood magic is a rare gift, has he always wielded that?”

“No”, Shujinko said sternly. “Unless he has hidden this gift for generations it probably has something to do with his meeting with Nitara. If she allies herself with him, you must be careful when you visit. She is pure power”

“But she is a pure soul as well” Li Mei interjected. “When I knew her, she only cared for the freedom of her people and every step she took was for their liberation. They too were slaves”, she looked at Shujinko. Shujinko sighed.

“Nothing is certain when it comes to Havik. Just be vigilant.”

Li Mei would journey to Chaosrealm and track down this Cleric of Chaos, Havik. Her journey led her to a ruined temple of order, reclaimed by the shattered wastes of Chaosrealm. There she found three figures in the throes of kombat. Sub-zero, the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei fighting alongside a woman dressed in black and red with a white streak through her raven black hair, she wielded a kama and a strange gauntlet blade. Together they fought against one woman dressed in pearlescent white and gold a wide brimmed hat with a ghostly veil adorned her head. She carried a ghastly pit lantern with trapped soul magic and a kris blade in a soul infused demon arm. Li Mei stopped for a moment assessing the situation, but her eyes kept being drawn to the kris. Nitara had once described a weapon of similar design to her, but she could not remember the details. She glanced around for the vampire, but she could not be seen. But in the shadows, she saw the familiar eyes of the cleric, slowly slinking away. She bolted forward to chase him, but a burst of soul magic blocked her path. Li Mei froze in fear, she had not seen so many damned souls since… Since her people were enslaved. A shout from behind drowned out the screaming souls. “If you’re here to help, then help!” The woman in red and black came running up to her. Li Mei looked around once more. She knew of Sub-zero. He was an ally of Earthrealm and a great hero to their people. If she helped them, he would probably aid her in return. Li Mei nodded.

“Well, strength in numbers, huh Kuai Liang!” Shouted the woman in black over the souls of the lantern.

The woman in white laughed under her breath. “That’s just what we were thinking”, she pointed the kris at the three warriors and a torrent of souldiers burst from the lantern, fallen white lotus fighters, Lin Kuei and Netherrealm assassins, screaming and charging headstrong.

“We are many, you are… Nothing!”

[justalittlelilac]

Yuletide Part III

Sebastian's heart was racing. The entirety of his mind was consumed with her pleasantly smiling face, the way the torch lights made her hair look fierier, the flowery scent from her that filled his nose, the way the curve of her waist fit in his hand, and how her gloved hand fit even better in his other. 

New chapter of "You're Golden" can be found here.

[zaceouiswriting]

The Truth: A friendly competition

Characters: Sweet Pea x male reader, mentioned Reggie Mantle x male reader, Fangs

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: None

Sweet Pea immediately took you under his wings. To make sure you would have a good time. Many people looked at you rather angrily. But whenever he was at your side, nobody dared to look at you in any way.

It was the first time, you drank anything. Which was why you kept it in small portions, to not get any bad side effects. The others though were in full drinking mode. Especially Sweet Pea, but with his height, and mass he should be able to drink a lot before any effect could settle in any way.

You mostly sat at the side, listening to their conversations. Rarely speaking up on your own. „Ready for a game?“, another dude asked you, throwing a cue in your direction, which you could catch with ease. „If you are ready to lose!“ 

To say that people around you were surprised by your confident attitude that surfaced out of a sudden, would be an understatement. The looks, Sweet Pea had given you the entire night, became fierier after that. Knowing that you had a competitive side in you, let a flame awaken that had slumbered for a while now.

He stood up as well, walking with you and the guy that was exactly as big as you. „Do you even know how to play?“, Sweet Pea asked you, beginning to a little bit slur his words.

For a moment you looked him up and down, his tall statue, muscular build, and those dark eyes. You wanted to hang onto him, like a koala bear, and just stare into them. They had something superior in them. Maybe thinking, that this was his turf and you had no idea.

„You can show me if you want.“ Walking close to him, give him the cue. Stroking his hand, while doing it, just to go further up his arms, feeling his muscles under the thick leather jacket he wore. Only for you to break every contact as he tried to get closer to you.

Left him stunned in the middle of the way to the billiards table. Where you came to a halt, waiting for him, leaning against it, you ignored the other guy, trying to give you another cue. It took him a while to understand, but as he did and saw Sweet Pea coming closer, he backed off a bit.

„Are you showing me how to play, big boy, or do I need to ask your handsome friend over there?“

It was as if you had lit a fire. One that no one knew how to control. As you were leaning against the table, Sweet Pea, directly came to you, pressing himself between your legs, just staring into your eyes. You could see a hunger, that you knew all too well. Reggie had stared at you this way so many times, that you wouldn’t be able to count all of them.

Pressing a hand against his stone-hard chest, telling him to back off a bit. With a deep growl down from the bottom of his body, he did just that. Not giving it any second thought, you jumped down from the table, on which he had forced you.

„I thought you want to show me how to play this game and not use it as an excuse too, show me how much of an alpha man you are!“ Voice turned down, almost just a whisper. But Sweet Pea could hear every bit of it. You could see his Adam's apple, jump up and down, drawing his eyebrows together in frustration.

Just a moment later, you turned around and pressed yourself entirely against Sweet Pea’s magnificent body. At this point, he knew that you were playing games with him, especially with the way you swayed your ass against his groin.

But he never was someone to let down a challenge. So he got the cue between your hands and was leading it with his. Those long, strong fingers, holding the cue so gently, once in a while touching your hands. His hot breath on your neck, almost made you faint. But the deep raspy voice, he spoke with, as he instructed you how to use the cue was almost your end.

Every movement of his was precise and done by his entire body. When he pushed the cue to get one off the balls, he jerked forwards with his entire body, but especially his middle part. Only for you to almost lose balance and to feel, what possible was in for you.

A play of dominance and seduction, you did not think he would know to play. As he was satisfied with how you held the cue afterward, he let go of you. Immediately you felt cold and alone, his touch was missing so much, that you wanted to just take his hand again. But you stopped yourself, saying in your head, that he had to be taken down.

„How about, we make this more interesting?“ Your proposal took both of the other guys by surprise, but neither seemed against it. „The loser of every match has either have to drink a shot or lose a piece of clothing.“

They were even more surprised now, but this arrangement. You had let it seem as if you had no idea, how to play this game and now you wanted such a deal? But just thinking a moment, Sweet Pea was in immediately. Believing you are doing this for him, so he could take you home.

The other guy was more apprehensive, but with some friendly squabble with Sweet Pea, he agreed too. As all of you shake on this, you paid for the shots and you started the game.

In two hours, you played fifteen games, and you haven’t lost one. Both other guys were devastated at this point. Sweet Pea after ten shots, had to start losing clothes, while the other guy was already almost naked, only his socks and underwear were still on him. And you had to confess, that you liked what you saw. While Sweet Pea took only clothes off, which would not let you see too much, his friend was way more open.

If you had played another game, you were sure, that he would’ve lost his underwear before his socks.

But you had to stop before anything might happen to either of them. You helped the handsome guy, you got the name from at some point, to get in his clothes again. Not without brushing all over his muscular body.

As you learned, that they would drive their motorcycles back to their homes, you almost immediately crushed that idea down. „No, neither of you will get behind anything!“, you told them clearly as the day. Most of the alcohol you consumed was already out of your system again.

So Cheryl and the girl she was with, took Fangs, the handsome guy that whined as he wanted to be taken home by you, which you commented with a chuckle. While you took Sweet Pea. He tried to let hang out the alpha male again. Even though you loved this kind of man, this wasn’t the moment for that.

You followed the girls, with their drunken friend over their shoulders, while Sweet Pea had one arm lazily over yours, while you actually took over most of his weight. He seemed to think, that he was still holding himself up. But the reality, couldn't be further away from this.

Cheryl’s girlfriend told you where Sweet Pea’s trailer was and walked him slowly in the direction. 

„You lied to me!“, Sweet Pea out of a sudden slurred loudly, accusing you. „What?“, you chuckled lightly, already knowing what he was getting at.

„The game, dude! The game!“ He almost got away from you, just so you were able to get him back to you, so he wouldn’t fall.

„No I never said, I couldn't play it. You thought I couldn't because I’m from the Northside.“

This shut him up pretty quickly and the rest of the way was in utter silence, not anything uncomfortable but, more in an even sense.

Sweet Pea’s trailer was different than you thought. You were prepared to see a total mess, but quite the opposite was what you found there. Everything is neat and clean. Almost as if another person lived with him in it.

„Are you living alone?“

„Yeah, my parents left when I was eight or so,“ he slurred his answer even worse than before. The alcohol seemed to finally take him over completely. Which was why, you hastily searched for his bed, which you found in a room, that was way too small for him. He is a big guy, he shouldn’t be living in a trailer this small.

The moment you came to his bed, you let go of him and he immediately fell back onto the mattress. She creaked underneath his sudden weight. You took his shoes, socks, and even his pants off. Without any dirtier thought. To get his jacket off though was another story. Just as you had rolled him over, took one arm out and then the other and he was just in his shirt, he suddenly grabbed you.

Before any sound could get out of your mouth, you were already pressed against his stone-hard chest. His strong arms, hold you in place as if you were a stuffed animal.

You tried to free yourself but had to surrender, as his grip became stronger and stronger, just before you could pass out, he loosened it up a bit. Exhausted from the struggle, you just laid there, falling asleep in those strong almost magical arms.

[Masterlist]

[daemondaes]

     Another reminder that Christmas is huge for the Ciapetti-Martini family, and if you have nowhere else to go that day, you can swing by! They'll welcome you in like you're their own blood. They've always got room for an unexpected guest or three. Much of the extended clan also visits, so if you ever wanted to meet Cherry's nonna, who is even tinier and fierier than her, that's your best chance.

[vigilskeep]

how were your hawkes' relationships like with the twin that doesn't make it? before the blight and all

i think same class siblings probably had a better/easier relationship than w surviving siblings... keir had a pretty good relationship w carver bc his siblings were his whole world basically. like carver was still a bitch abt it by nature i think lmao but keir wouldn’t even think of that as a thing to take seriously, he doesn’t give a damn what people say only what they do. it makes me laugh to think abt bc keir is so physically affectionate and i imagine carver would be like UGH. dodging hair ruffles and kisses on the side of the head like it’s an olympic sport. i think they were very boyish, like, two warriors growing up, always going to be scrapping. did farm work together, went into the king’s army together, were at ostagar together. i don’t imagine they were ever apart very much. bethany had to get kept a little more on the quiet and probably got left out a bit, not by anyone’s choice just how it was w her magic

my rogue mairi is purple with a splash of red and i imagine she had a distinctly fierier relationship w carver bc she just LIVES to antagonise people and she would make fun of him all the time. like with affection but still. always always bickering and she’ll happily go for the jugular when she’s taunting someone. not at all inseparable like keir and carver, she’s a rogue archer and i imagine she was more likely to strike off on her own hunting (fun) than doing heavy farm work (gross). more accurately she was probably poaching off a bann’s land and carver’s griping abt how much trouble she’s going to get them in and mairi’s like oh for andraste’s sake live a little carver you’re not dad

as for my mages w bethy... i think aidan was a little tenser w bethany because of like, the risks he’s willing to take. he’s always been venturing a little too far from the straight and narrow path malcolm set before them, always been making a few too many gambles w templar attention. he’d stress her out. but like she loves him and he can always make her laugh at the end of the day. rowena i’m not sure exactly how her personality is going to shake out but she’s very much the diplomat the mediator the vote for peace over getting a problem solved. i think bethany would agree with her on a lot but also feel somewhat stifled. also they kind of feed into each other’s self-directed fear of magic in a bad way. oh probably also shared interests in stories and fairytales from being stuck hidden away half the time, there’s a reason they both have a thing for princes

[queenpiranhadon]

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺Star Crossed Haters Mythology ༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

Allaida created Kuhlwen and Elektras and all other non-god beings on the planet. They did not birth the twins as by typical reproductive conventions, considering that, as the first being in the world, they did not have the need for reproductive organs as they were the only being in existence. Allaida created their offspring by infusing each element with a piece of their soul, and Kuhlwen and Elektras embody not only an element, but also a part of Allaida.

Allaida presents themselves as agender because, when they first created all animals, there was more than one sex. The diversity between the morphs of animals was much more noticeable and plentiful in the early millennia of the world. But, as evolution took over, many creatures evolved to have only 2 sexes. Those species found it unnecessary with their biological makeup to have more than 2 sexes. Of course, some species still have more than 2 sexes, and some can switch between the two. 

The Parent God created Kuhlwen when a small piece of a meteorite fell off the full rock. It contained interesting compounds which are not identifiable with the Espyn technology currently available, but nevertheless, Allaida saw something in the meteorite and felt that it needed to become sentient – hence Kuhlwen’s existence. Elektras was created when Allaida was once struck by lightning, and it took a piece of their soul along with it.

Kuhlwen and Elektras are the eldest of the gods. They are twins and the embodiment of Earth as a whole. Elektras’ control over the rain is what accumulated into Thanirrh later on. Thanirrh later did eventually take domain over rain – as did Glacon, who was created from the accumulation of snow and hail, but instead of taking domain over rain, he took domain over snow, sleet and hail. 

Vohona was created from Kuhlwen – melted lava transcended into fire, blah blah blah – but Kuhlwen still has domain over lava, as well as metals too. Kuhlwen embodies the more careful and sturdy side of Allaida, mildly influenced by her element of rocks. While she treads lightly, Kuhlwen’s abilities over lava can burst out into her moments of fury, causing volcanic eruptions. The kingdom that Kuhlwen has claimed as her own is Akameen.

Elektras controls the winds and electricity. Electricity is fully controlled by her, but he also has offspring for each of the winds: North, South, East, and West, named for the cardinal directions and which wind they control. The wind spirits are not gods, although they are immortal. They are merely wind nymphs, like the Greek Naiads. He represents the more energetic and pushy side of Allaida. The Storm God also has twins – Thanirrh, the Water God, and Glacon, the Ice God. She presides over the kingdom Minsare.

Vohona has a much fierier spirit than her mother, Kuhlwen. She holds a lot of anger inside, preferring not to reveal her more personal emotions (this may or may not directly affect everyone who she gifts with a Reya [seen most prominently in our very own Apex], causing their personalities to reflect Vohona’s). Her feud with the Nature Goddess is the cause of many forest fires. Vohona claims the kingdom Fujimura as her own. The Fire Goddess also has nymphs that assist her – Ash and Ember. The nymphs take over the forest fires, and Vohona keeps them in check.

Thanirrh is the god presiding over water. He is a much more “go with the flow” kind of guy, reflecting his affinity for water. However, like the ocean, he has a darker side to him. Horrid weather out in the waters, such as hurricanes or tropical storms, are caused by Thanirrh’s fury. Thanirrh has a twin brother, Glacon, who controls ice and snow. The Water God calls Hydeau his kingdom. Thanirrh also has a nymph for assistance – Mist. She, well, controls the mists, as Thanirrh has more responsibilities and cannot take over mist.

Glacon is the ice and snow god. Thanirrh is his twin brother, and Glacon is the polar opposite of his twin. His personality is much colder and icy, much like is expected from his element. The Ice God may be a deity, but he cannot bring about winter all on his own. For this reason, Glacon enlists the assistance of Leedstas, creatures he created that have minor control over winter, to help him spread the icy season. Glacon declares Khaenpanii as his kingdom.

Lastly, there’s Parako, the Nature Goddess. She was the last of the gods to be created, and, unlike most of the gods, was created by Allaida. Parako was rejected by her siblings for her element, as it showed her as “weak”, and deities are meant to be strong. However, Parako has a particularly good relationship with Thanirrh. She resides in Watarumi, the island that houses the training academy for children with Reyas, as the mainland kingdoms were already taken by her relatives. Parako does not rule over Watarumi like her siblings do with their kingdoms because Allaida thinks the Nature Goddess is too young. This is what led to Parako being forgotten by nearly all Espyns on Dodomi. Just like her older siblings, Parako was created by Allaida by infusing some of the Parent God’s soul with the corresponding element. Allaida infused the calmer and nicer part of them into a cherry tree, thus creating Parako.

Nymphs, as referenced earlier, are creatures created by the gods to assist them. Espyns, on the other hand, were created by Allaida, as with the other regular creatures. The Espyns inhabit Dodomi and the few exceptional ones get Reyas, while nymphs have a minor ability to control some gods’ elements. All gods, but Allaida and Parako, have kingdoms and give the royalty Reyas. The nymphs that inhabit this world are North, South, East, and West for Elektras, Ember and Ash for Vohona, Mist for Thanirrh, and the Leedstas for Glacon. Each nymph (or nymph species) has a job, assigned by their creator. Parako is the only deity that has no offspring/nymphs. Allaida created the original three gods, and Kuhlwen created Vohona, so they do not have nymphs.

A/N: Nyota wrote all of this and it caused her some seriously burn-out but hopefully this is helpful to the main plot line a little bit more (^○^).

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part 42 Completed

Sweet Home Alabama,

Six Years Later...

A tall man walked along the road with a wide grin, passing by a few people who were giving him strange looks while several women couldn't help but stare at him admiring his striking looks, making their husbands and boyfriends jealous. He ignored them and took a winding path leading to a forest and continued to walk a dirt pathway. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled at a piece of paper that had directions and had a house address on it. He stuffed the paper back into his jacket when he saw a small house up within the distance. This was the place. He stopped at the door and brushed his brown hair, making sure it was neat and reached out and knocked with a shave and a hair tune. His eyes widen when he saw the door open and smiled. "Hel-!"

"Who are you?" He blinked in confusion and his eyes widen a little in surprise when he saw small boy stood in front of him as he answered the door. "Lo?" This wasn't who he was expecting.

"Did he get the wrong house? No. Charlie said that this was it. Who the hell is this kid?" Slam! The man blinked owlishly when he heard the door slam in his face. Did he just!? The little shit...The man could hear the boy's voice shouting and a woman's on the other side.

"Mom! There's a strange man at the door!"

"Aiden! I told you not to open the door by yourself!" The door opened back up again.

"I'm sorry about that. My son can be a little too curious for his own good." Her eyes widen in shock and so did the man's when their eyes met each other.

"A-Al!?" Anna sputtered in shock.

"Anna!?" Alastor shouted as well. Before Anna could say anything, Alastor quickly pulled her close to him, hugging her. Anna blinked in confusion, wondering how Alastor was here and why. She pushed away from him, only for Alastor to push her back to him, almost smothering her this time. "How are you here?"

"What do you think? Charlie. She managed to pull a few strings and here I am. But only for a day." Alastor told her.

"And you think you could just waltz back here and smile and act as if nothing happened?" Anna frowned.

"I understand that your mad-"

"Mad doesn't begin to cover it." She told him. "What the hell, Alastor!? You just toss me away like garbage without giving me a chance to say goodbye to everyone!" Alastor tuned her out as he stared at Anna as she continued on her rant. She hasn't changed a bit except for her personality. Instead of the scared, timid lost doe he had seen back at the hotel, she's become a little fierier and feistier.

"Are you even listening to me?" Alastor blinked, turning his head. "What?"

Anna sighed before she cracked a small smile and laughed a little. "You haven't changed at all. You're still an asshole."

Before Alastor could make a snide comeback a fireball suddenly shot out, nearly missing a strand of his hair by an inch. He saw the boy glaring at him as he narrowed his blue eyes at Alastor. "Get away from my mom!" Mom? So, she's a mother now. Charlie didn't say anything about another man in Anna's life. Anna quickly turned back.

"Aiden, wait!"

"I'm warning you! Let my mom, go!" The boy threatened Alastor. Alastor laughed.

"Ha ho! What do we have here? A little bluenose who thinks he's tough to take me on."

"We'll see, ass-"

"Aiden!" Anna pushed away from Alastor and walked over to him. Aiden's eyes widen after realizing he was in trouble. She grabbed his ear, pulling on it, making him yelp in pain. "Yowch!" Alastor smiled as he watched in amusement.

"What did I say about swearing! No more coffee for one week."

"But that's not-Ow!" Anna pinched a little harder. "Want to make two weeks?"

"I'm sorry! Mom, let go! You're gonna rip my ear off!" He shouted. Anna released her son's ear and Aiden rubbed it painfully, still glaring at Alastor, not taking his eyes off of him.

"Who is this guy?" He asked her.

"He's an old friend of mine." She paused when she told Aiden before turning back to Alastor. "Why don't you come in? There is a lot of things we need to talk about."

"Absolutely!" Alastor grinned before gesturing to the door. "Ladies, first!" 

"You're not actually inviting him in?" Aiden questioned.

"Aiden, now." Anna warned him and pushed Aiden inside. Alastor followed behind them and she led them into the living room. Alastor looked around and frowned as soon as he saw a picture box in the corner of the room with a few dvds and vhs tapes messily stacked in a shelf beside it. "Don't you know that thing will rot your mind?"

"Aiden, loves his looney tunes and tom and jerry and only the classics. None of the remake stuff." She told him. "Maybe if you give it a chance, you might like it too?" She suggested before Alastor laughed cutting her off.

"Never going to happen."

Then Alastor saw several pictures sitting on the mantle of the fireplace of Anna when she was little with her parents then he saw her with her son. When he was a baby, taking his first steps, a birthday of him blowing out the candles on his cake. Then Alastor's eyes caught something strange as he examined a photo of her son hugging two handmade dolls with deerlike characteristics one that looked like Anna and one of him. Alastor pushed the suspicion aside for now and took a seat on the couch, next to Aiden who scooted away from him, crossing his arms.

"You've got a good throwing arm there but your aim's a little off." Alastor smirked at Aiden. "Where did you learn to do such magic like that?" Aiden didn't answer him, making Alastor twitch his eye in irritation. He was starting to lose his patience with this kid! Anna nodded as she looked at her son, telling him it was okay to answer. "You can tell him."

"I guess I had it forever. One day it just happened, and it nearly set the house on fire. I don't know why I can do it. I just can." Aiden told him, shrugging his shoulders.

"I think it's time you know the actual truth, Aiden." Anna told him. He blinked at the same time as Alastor, looking at her. "What?"

"This man here. He isn't just an old friend of mine. He is your father." She told him. Aiden's eyes widen and so did Alastor's.

"What!?" Aiden exclaimed. Alastor said nothing as if he was frozen, still trying process what Anna had revealed.

"Now that the cat's out of the bag. Why don't you two talk and get to know each other for a bit while I get dinner ready? I'm sure you two have a lot in common." Anna told them and walked away, heading to the kitchen to get started on dinner.

"No, mom, wait! Don't leave me here with him!" Aiden shouted, but she was gone. Alastor glanced over at Aiden, who still refused to look at him and the two continued to sit in silence. The more he stared the more Alastor saw Aiden's features in his. His brown thick untamed hair that was hard to manage, his skin was slightly in a lighter brown color than his, but he had Anna's blue eyes. Then Alastor noticed something move on the couch above him and Aiden and his eyes widen a little more when he saw a small dark shadow, leering at him and Alastor's shadow, silently judging them. What could they talk about to begin with? What did this kid even like? How about a good beating, son?

Alastor cringed at the thought. He was nothing like his dad and wasn't going to be. But he didn't know how to be a father. He wasn't even there when Aiden was born. What a great start...

"I'm going to my room." Alastor heard Aiden mumble and before Alastor could say anything he saw Aiden run up the stairs and the door slam as he went into his room, leaving Alastor alone in the living room. Anna came back, seeing Alastor alone on the couch.

"Where's Aiden?" She asked, concerned.

"The scamp ran." Alastor told her.

"Well, go get him then." Anna told him.

"We have nothing in common." He told her.

"You didn't even try." Anna frowned.

"Me? He wouldn't even talk or even look at me!" Alastor told her.

"Then snoop. It's what your good at." She told him.

"I don't snoop." Alastor dismissed.

"Um, yes you do." Anna repeated again, smiling. "Now, go up there." Alastor got up and turned towards the stairs and went up them. He figured the closed door, compared to the others that were opened was Aiden's room and slowly approached it and was now standing in front of the door. He was about to turn the knob and barge but stopped when he heard a noise coming from Aiden's room. It was music coming from the strings of a guitar. Alastor slowly opened the door and saw Aiden who was sitting on the floor. He didn't noticed Alastor or hear him come in as quietly listened in observing Aiden's room. There were a few drawings and sketches of animals, stuffed animals stacked on a shelf and on his bed, Alastor noticed familiar looking characters that were handmade dolls of everyone from the hotel. Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk and Niffty, Lucifer and Lilith and sitting together were him and Anna. Alastor saw a small piano lying a few feet away from Aiden. He smiled and walked over to it.

Alastor tapped a key which made Aiden jump, startled. He now noticed Alastor was in room and frowned.

"Get out." Alastor ignored him and smirked.

"That was a lovely little tune. A little off key but-"

"Off key? I've been practicing for three years, old man. As if you could do better." Aiden retorted. Alastor's eye twitched a little at the insult.

"Let's see then. Try to keep up." Alastor replied and started to play a small tune on the piano. Aiden copied him as he played his guitar, keeping up with Alastor. Then Alastor started to go faster adding a little finesse and flair. He heard Aiden laugh and saw him smile. Alastor grinned and the two continued neither stopping, trying out match the other. Anna came in hearing the commotion and smiled seeing Alastor and Aiden were finally getting along with each other. Alastor saw her come in and smiled.

"Would you like a dance, my dear?" 

"No, I just wanted to watch you two-" Alastor got up and ordered his shadow to continue playing the piano and walked over to her, grabbing Anna by her hands and started to dance with her.

"That's cheating!" Aiden shouted.

"No, it's not!" Alastor smiled and continued to dance with Anna. Aiden started to get tired, and his fingers were started to get sore from strumming for so long. 

"Okay, you win. You're good." He spoke.

"Years of practice my, dear boy! But you're not so bad as well!" Alastor smiled. Aiden blinked at him and smiled back.

"Dinner's ready if you guys want to eat." Anna told them.

"What are we having?" Alastor asked her.

"What else? Jambalaya." Anna smiled. The three went back downstairs and ate dinner until their bellies were full.

"Just like mama used to make!" Alastor smiled.

"Mama?" Aiden asked him. Alastor blinked at him.

"My mother, silly boy! Your grandmother!" He smiled.

"Can I meet her?" Aiden asked him. Alastor paused and so did Anna, who looked at him, worried.

"Uh, it's not that easy." He told Aiden.

"Why not?" Aiden blinked.

"She's not with us anymore, sweetie." Anna told him. Aiden looked down sadly, knowing that she was dead.

"Oh, so she's gone, gone." Alastor scooted his chair and plucked Aiden out of his seat, putting him on his lap. "Now, now there's no need to be upset. I'm sure she would've loved you. I know that she would've loved Anna. You'll get to see her again someday, I'm sure of it."

"I can't wait!" Aiden smiled.

"But not yet." Anna smiled. Alastor looked at the clock in the kitchen and his eyes widen when he saw that it was already 11:30 pm. He only had 30 minutes left. He didn't want to leave them, but he had no choice. It was almost time.

"Dad? Is everything okay?" Aiden asked, breaking Alastor out of his thoughts. 

"Everything is just fine. There is also another reason why I'm here." He told Anna. He snapped his fingers and Anna and Aiden saw the whole house began to transform, turning into a wooden cabin. There were several piles of luggage that plopped in the living room filled with Alastor's belongings, pictures. "I'm giving you my house and my belongings. You may do whatever want with them since I won't be needing them where I'm going." He told the two of them.

"Wait, what are you saying?" Anna frowned at him.

"Where are you going, dad?" Aiden asked, tugging Alastor's jacket.

"Heaven. My time is almost up." He told them. Anna blinked at him before she shook her head.

"I just got you back. You can't go." She pleased, almost crying. Aiden was still confused.

"What do you mean you're leaving? Why can't you stay?" He asked.

"There's a wonderful woman who's done a lot and managed to pull a few strings for me to be able to be here. But for only one day. I have to go."

"It's not fair." Anna sighed.

"I know. But I have no say in the matter. My time came a long time ago and I have to go back. The others are there as well." Alastor told her then reached into his jacket and pulled out a strange phone holding it out to Anna. "Charlie gave me this to give to you. Should you ever need to talk to her." Anna took it from him. Alastor sat Aiden down and walked to Anna, hugging her. "Can I see that smile one last time before I go?" He asked her. Anna nodded, grabbing his hands, holding them to her face and smiled. Alastor smiled and turned towards Aiden and walked over to him and bent down to his level.

"Do you think you can do you old man a favor and look after your mom? She's definitely going to need it, especially from the constant dangers she's always getting herself in."

"I don't get into trouble that much." Anna argued.

"Yes, you do." Alastor grinned.

"I can do that." Aiden told him.

"That's my boy. You're the one good thing that's ever come out of my life, besides your mother, of course." Alastor told him. The three saw the clock was now 12 am. Alastor hugged Aiden, who stared at him, still confused but hugged him back. Then Anna and Aiden's eyes widen when they saw Alastor was slowly fading away.

"Please don't go!" Anna screamed.

"Dad, please stay! I just got to know you!" Aiden shouted, crying as well. Alastor sadly smiled, watching the two of them trying not to cry.

"I love you both." He told them and he vanished.

Alastor blinked as he looked around, confused, seeing white and a large golden gate in front of him. Saint Peter was in front of him with a large book as he read from it, looking Alastor's name. "Andy? Allie? Al? Ah, Alastor Hazbin, there you are. Welcome to Heaven!" The gates opened and Alastor's eyes widen when he saw a woman standing in front of him.

"Mama?" He wasted no time and rushed over to her, hugging her. She hugged him back.

"Do you know how many years that I've waiting for you!? What took you so long, Alastor?" She smiled, warmly.

"It's a really long story." He told her.

"Well, you got time. You can tell me as you set up your new radio station here." She told him and the two walked inside. "I've been hearing quite the gossip about you for a couple of others. Something about a hotel and a woman named Anna?" Then she smiled. "Is she someone special in your life, Alastor? Did you actually meet "the one" you've always been talking about?"

"Yes, she is. And you got a grandson as well." Alastor smiled. Her eyes widened before she screamed happily.

"I'm a grandmother!?!"

"His name is Aiden. Maybe you'll get to see him someday." He told her.