#i should draw rainy as a cog

[koifsssh]

"why so blue, monsoon?"

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i am very normal about misty... one of my friends has been slowly indoctrinating me into toontown god bless these robots will be the end of me...

they are all very silly! i really like the pace guy...

(i don't really understand why they call him jerma, maybe i just don't see the resemblance...)

[cheri-translates]

[CN] S2 Gavin and MC in Chapter 2 - Part Two

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for the Season 2 main storyline, which has not been released in English servers!🍒

Be sure to read Part 1 first!

Things get intense after Lu Yi discovers that a particular STF member didn’t participate in the investigation of MC’s company, and had touched the case of drugs when his teammate brought it back

That STF member’s Evol is swapping objects. Keep this in mind IT’S VERY IMPORTANT.

How his Evol works: He needs to touch two objects. The item he touches the second time can then be switched with the first

Gavin is wary that the suspect might swap himself with another STF member, so they decide not to engage in any large scale action

Gavin: Tang Chao. As arranged, let MC leave this place safely. MC, I’ll look for you later.

MC understands that this is STF territory, so she agrees to leave

The STF member who leads her out is wearing a mask and is really shady...

While MC follows behind the shady STF member, the cogs in her brain start whirring: How could the culprit verify that the drugs were real or fake if he wasn’t at the investigation? -> What if there were two people?!

She prepares to press the earpiece to talk to Gavin, but hears his voice:

Gavin: MC, get away from that person! He’s F-45!

In the earpiece and behind me, I can vaguely hear the sound of explosions.

My feet halt. After hesitating for a second, I run in the direction where we came from.

He knew he’d definitely be discovered by Lu Yi, and so made a switch beforehand!

F-45 touches her and she gets swapped with F-45′s partner to view THIS MAGNIFICENT SIGHT:

In the next second, I see the cold muzzle of Gavin’s gun. Cold light is on his face, and it’s filled with austerity.

A startled expression flashes across his face for a moment, and his eyes widen slightly.

But the sharp bullet is already flying in my direction, and time seems to stand still.

The whistling of the bullet is the only sound remaining in the world.

The fired bullet continuously draws closer to me, as though it’d split my head apart in the next instant.

I know that F-45 has switched us. He must have touched his partner in order to carry out this plan.

To let me die here.

All the truths will be silenced with my death.

I know I can’t be faster than the bullet, but I still grit my teeth, wanting to turn my head to the side.

I’ll never give up struggling. I’ll not just die here!

A violent wind whips up instantly.

Gavin: Get down! 

Gavin’s eyes are stricken with terror. He stretches out his palm, green veins popping out on his forehead.

The frigid wind is mixed with an abnormal darkness, but all its strength is accurately and quickly concentrated at the front of the bullet.

The gale is at the fore of the bullet, as though they are engaging in a sharp confrontation.

The speed of the bullet is too fast, and it spins rapidly in the small windstorm.

In the next second, I see a strange figure behind Gavin.

MC: Gavin! Behind you!

The gale is next to me. In the windstorm, the bullet continues spinning fiercely.

Gavin lifts his hand, and the bullet flies off in the same direction.

It brushes the side of Gavin’s face lightly, hitting the person behind him.

F-45: Ah!!

In the next moment, F-45 touches himself. A small police emblem is swapped with where he stood previously.

Gavin protects me from the front, glaring at the STF emblem on the ground. His icy gaze is fixed on the two people.

The bullet had hit F-45′s thigh. The other culprit hits the emergency button.

MC and Gavin get trapped behind metal grilles while the culprits run off

Lu Yi speaks to them via the earpiece and identifies the other culprit, U-2, who joined STF 10 years ago. His Evol is creating explosions

U-2 uses his boom boom powers to destroy the cameras

While dramatic music ensues in the background, this happens:

MC: Gavin, can we break the glass behind us to escape?

Gavin: It’s a wall.

MC: Huh?

Gavin: It’s a projection. To beautify the environment.

Even under such circumstances, Gavin explains things to me seriously. It makes me feel like laughing.

I look at the two traitors, and my worry suddenly turns to ease.

MC: What should we do next?

Gavin: Protect yourself. Then, trust me.

He doesn’t turn his head, but his tone is specially slowed down and made tender for me. At the same time, a fierce wind whips up in our surroundings.

The sparks in the man’s hands flicker. Behind him are surveillance cameras set ablaze and knocked to the ground.

I look at Gavin, who has had his shoulders straightened all this while, and I feel vaguely uneasy.

Is Gavin still afraid of fire?

The bright blood red colours flood Gavin’s eyes. He clenches his tense fingers slowly, his entire body seeming to react more slowly than usual.

As U-2 moves his palms, explosions ignite all around us. Broken circuits sizzle with electricity. Together with the crackling sparks, they create raging flames.

??: Save mum! I beg you to save mum!

??: It’s not that I’m standing idly by. You’re too incompetent. You lack the ability to save your mother! From the start, you shouldn’t have been born. You’re the biggest flaw in my entire life!

The monstrous flames shroud his mother’s expression of despair, and Gavin’s own powerless cries for help.

A similar image suddenly surfaces in his mind, overlapping with a small voice, as though reminding him of his powerlessness.

He is unable to register the scalding sensation in his fingers. From that day onwards, something had changed.

It’s just like wanting to write an important letter on a drenched sheet of paper. No matter how much hard he tries, the writing will always be hazy and unclear.

He shifts backwards unsteadily, stepping against the tip of the girl’s shoe.

The girl’s soft and gentle fingers pause on his back, causing his shoulders to tremble slightly.

He turns his head to look at her face. The light in her eyes are crystal clear, without a trace of fear in them.

She grips his slightly trembling palm gently, giving him a smile filled with confidence.

Just like her unreasonable smile on that rainy day.

His fingers gradually regain their warmth. The explosions outside the wind-constructed wall become even more violent.

U-2: Are you going to keep hiding?

Gavin blinks slowly, his eyes flickering with light from the flames. But this time, there isn’t just fear in them.

Behind him, there’s someone he needs to protect.

In his fiery orbs, Gavin seems to see that tiny him.

There are scars all over his body, deep unwillingness and sorrow in his eyes. Tears are streaming down his face as he walks towards himself.

When he walks to his side, Gavin tousles his head gently. Their profiles intersect. But this time, he walks in the direction of the fire.

Who exactly should decide one’s value?

He steps onto the ground resolutely, looking at the man and the reckless flames, no longer retreating.

Gavin knows that this blood red colour will still be his nightmare, but she will be behind him.

Which is why he will not back down.

And this nightmare - someday, it will welcome the dawn.

Even though he can’t answer that question right now, his existence is definitely not defined by other people.

The value of this existence - he will find it himself, and will prove that he has never been a flaw!

The incisive and limpid wind courses through countless sparks, channelling even bigger flames.

The man didn’t seem to expect that the fire would grow this ferocious. He lifts his arm and retreats slightly.

At this moment, Gavin breaks through the light.

He crosses the wall of fire, one leg kicking the man onto the ground, using one leg to kneel on his back.

Without turning his head, he immediately lifts his gun, firing it behind him.

The bullet barely brushes past F-45′s finger just as he lifts it up.

Gavin: Don’t move.

Wind brushes Gavin’s hair lightly. He handcuffs the man steadily.

The man is on the ground. While he struggles, a faint branding of a snake appears on the back of his neck.

The guy suddenly spits out blood and smiles ferociously at Gavin

Gavin realises what he’s about to do and INSTANTLY LUNGES THROUGH THE LARGE FIRE TOWARDS MC T-T

The guy smashes his head on the ground, causing a gigantic explosion

In the midst of the fire, MC is surrounded by a gentle wall of wind T-T

Gavin is panting slightly, his left arm leaning against the wall of wind, looking as though he’s fine.

MC: Gavin...

Gavin: I’m fine, it’s just a small wound.

Just as I plan to lean over to take a careful look at his wound, I hear soft choking noises from afar off.

F-45 is still alive!

Gavin is prepared to stand up, but MC stops him by pressing on his shoulder, and it’s hinted that it’s coated with blood T-T

She says she’ll bring F-45 over. Despite Gavin saying she can’t carry him, he still lets her go, using his Evol to pave a small path for her amid the flames

I turn my head to look at Gavin. The corners of his lips are lifted. His head is turned to the side, the light of the fire rippling slowly in his eyes, clear and resolute.

Gavin: Go carry him.

MC manages to get to F-45, but he’s on the verge of dying so she reads his memories:

There’s a little girl crying and telling F-45 about the class president who keeps bullying her. F-45 says he’ll fetch her from school from then onwards so no one would dare to bully her

In the next image, MC sees a dark hall. Someone speaks: “The existence of Evolvers was a mistake. They will only increase the despair in this world. They shouldn't have appeared in this world. We are Gray Rhino. We will get rid of Evol, for the future of humanity.” 

F-45 is in the crowd, and everyone has a snake branded on different parts of their bodies

The next image: The warehouse transaction, and a face she can’t see clearly, though he has a mocking look in his eyes

The images vanish. F-45 is dead.

My hand trembles uncontrollably as I shut his eyes gently.

Gavin: MC.

In my blurry vision, Gavin stretches out his palm.

I walk to his side slowly, and he pats the top of my head gently.

Gavin: This isn’t your fault.

Feeling awful, I nod, knowing clearly that now isn’t the time to be despondent.

What I can do is remember the anger I'm experiencing right now.

She tells Gavin what she saw, and Gavin explains that Gray Rhino is an organisation which is against the existence of Evol, consisting of normal citizens and victims of Evol

STF has been investigating them, but didn't expect them to be related to the drugs

MC notices that Gavin is sounding very fatigued, and realises he’s been concealing his back from her

The fabric on his back has long since been scorched by the flames, revealing his skin which is gradually oozing droplets of blood. The shocking large patch of red seems to emanate heat from the flames.

Simply looking at it tugs at the nerves which perceive pain.

Even though he quickly blocked off that man’s explosion, the violent explosion still completely lashed at his back.

All of the wind was encasing me, leaving only a little for himself.

Because he still used his Evol in his injured state, his wound has been exacerbated. 

Waves of heat continuously rise up my chest. I grit my teeth and look at Gavin, who’s putting on a brave front.

He looks as though it doesn’t bother him, coolly and clumsily preventing his wound from getting lapped by the flames.

MC: Gavin you big fool! What do you mean by “small wound”!! You lied to me!

Gavin: [weakly] This isn’t life-threatening...

I don’t feel like talking, and only glare at him harshly.

He seems to realise something from the way I’m staring at him. He lowers his eyes, somewhat at a loss as he places his hand on the back of his neck.

Gavin: [hisses in pain]

MC: Don’t touch your wound!

I hurriedly pull on Gavin’s hand, but he unfurls his hand and grips onto mine tightly.

Gavin: Don’t be mad. Talk to me.

An unsuppressed fatigue is in his eyes. I end up reluctantly setting aside my pique, and look at him.

MC: What do you want to talk about?

Gavin: Anything is fine.

MC: Then... could you tell me why you suddenly left school?

Gavin freezes for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly. His fringe drifts with the wind. Light falls into his eyes, reflecting several dark and gloomy images.

Gavin: Back then... did you go to the library?

His tone seems to be expectant. There’s a tightening in my chest, and I hurriedly turn around.

MC: No! I...

I wanted to make an explanation, but thinking of what happened in the end, my voice grows soft. I lower my head defeatedly.

MC: I’m sorry. This time... I still didn’t receive your letter.

Gavin: This time?

There’s some shock in his expression, as though he didn’t expect that I’d say that. But I don’t explain further, but continue keeping my head lowered.

MC: They said Minor left a bloodstained letter on my desk and thought it was a threatening letter, so no one dared to go near it.

MC: But by the time I went back to the classroom, the letter was gone.

MC: I searched for such a long time... but couldn’t find it...

MC: I thought I accidentally threw it into the dustbin, so I looked through it for a long time. But... I couldn’t find that letter anywhere.

My voice grows even softer at the end, and I don’t dare to lift my head to look at him.

Even if this world were to be reset, unexpected events still present such regrets.

Like a merciless joke, an antithesis to my unwillingness to be powerless.

Gavin: That’s not important anymore. Back then, I had already left before the arranged time. So it’s all right.

MC: But...!

Gavin: MC, lift your head.

I purse my lips, staring at the floor blankly. Gavin doesn’t hurry me, but simply waits at the side quietly.

After a long time, I lift my head. Gavin is leaning his head against the wall of wind, and he reveals an evident smile.

Gavin: A few years ago, I suffered from a small injury during training.

MC: Your “small injuries” aren’t small injuries at all.

He laughs softly.

Gavin: Back then, I felt a little tired, just like in class.

MC: ...and then?

Gavin: I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought of you.

His gaze, from afar off, slowly drifts to my face.

Gavin: At that time, I was thinking...

Gavin: “What are you doing right now”?

The large fire scorches incessantly. Once again, he seems to sweep away all the regrets in my heart plainly and simply.

Gavin lifts his hand, rubbing his palm along a lock of my hair.

Gavin: All those things aren’t important anymore. The important thing is that we’ve met again.

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Part Three: here

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

ask Two for the angst ones this time: 13 for raini, 5 (possibly will be pertinent come the end of this minicampaign) & 29 (she literally has Any Weapon w/ her pact so it's fititng) for ayen, 7 & 10 (hehe I know there's trauma in this one) for cog, and then mix and match 4, 17, 18 between Caspian, Ryker, and Brilliance bc I don't know them as well and I would Like To

My life is just below readmores now, I guess. Will I ever learn to shut the fuck up? No! And that is a promise 

Raini

13. What does it take to make your character cry? Oh boy. Raini definitely isn’t a big crier, because she a) doesn’t really let herself get to that point and b) hard pivots into “angry” over “upset” and she isn’t an angry crier. She’s cried twice in game so far, and probably not many times before that. In both in game cases -and likely the always alluded to but never seen “before times”- the catalyst for her crying was being overwhelmed. In a good way, bad way, whatever, but that’s the trigger. Just- Looking at something, not knowing what else to do but let yourself cry about it, and not seeing any reason to stop yourself.  (shfjsdjkfh the funny answer is: during sex. But can you IMAGINE jskdfskjdf)

Ayen

5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves? Oh for sure. Without question. Not without guilt, in fairness, but without question. She’s pretty well adjusted, pretty “go with the flow”, but she did grow up in a pretty cutthroat world. She was spared from having to make those kinds of brutal decisions from a super young age by Shadow Mom, but she definitely saw the fallout of those choices and learned that, while it’s all well and good to do the “right” thing, it’s much more important to do the right thing for you. If that means condemning some stranger to die so you and yours don’t have to? So be it. Better people have done worse, because that’s sometimes just how things go.  I’ll be honest! This character decision was a completely on the fly one when we were having that debate in the library about what we should do with the information we learned in the library. But I stand by it. In character, Ayen 1000% sees whatever’s going on as Not Her Business. It’s fucked up, sure! But, you know. Not her monkeys, not her circus.  29. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most? Bro I love that Ayen doesn’t have A Specific Weapon SO much. Especially because Pact of the Blade specifically makes it so that, whatever weapon she summons, she’s proficient in while wielding it. So she sees somebody using a weapon, goes “oh! cool!” and summons it herself, and then just. Intuitively knows how to use is. How fucking funny is that conceptually??  Her go to if things are serious or she doesn’t have time to pick something obscure is a longsword. Dad uses a greatsword, and a longsword is pretty close to that! Image how cool they looked fighting off assholes, back to back, with two bigass swords? Is that the only reason it’s her favorite? No of course not!!!! That would- that would be silly. And childish. Swords are just cool is all.  She hasn’t used any in game, but I think she honestly just doesn’t like any kind of polearm. It’s like, is it technically safer to be a little further from your enemy? Sure. Does it give you a small tactical advantage? Maybe so. But they’re so uglyyyy and they look weird and you have to use both hands and the balance is weird and >:( Spears can stay because you can throw them but you’re on thin fucking ice.

Cog

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why? Thank GOD Alex I wanted this one for Cog SO bad!!! Valentine WastelandGame! If you can read this! You’re a dead motherfucker!! This is for a variety of reasons including but not limited to: - Is responsible for the deaths of at least 3 separate world leaders! Uh oh!  - Asked for my blood one time! To do Science on! Not cool! - Ace doesn’t like him. Enough said.  - Called Ace “hotheaded” and “brutish” keep his NAME out of your MOUTH - Is fucking Maelo’s ex I think? Honestly I lost that plot on that one a little bit - Keeps taking Sunny on dates! We’re protective and Jealous?? Hard to say! We don’t have time to unpack this one let’s keep moving - Is convinced aliens exist? And are coming to attack the world? OKAY  - Talks in fucking circles about philosophy and the greater meaning of “good” and “evil” in the context of the world. Like, no sir! Good is when you help people and evil is when you kill them! Except unless it’s me killing you which is going to happen because I can cast Finger of Death now and you better believe that spell has your fucking name on it. Freak boy. - Just like. Eats straight raw steak. Not Evil but really weird and probably not great for you? - Overall just a very bad slimy manipulative and stinky dude. 0/10 I’m gonna put an arcane bullet in his skull. Like. Everything Valentine does, everything she learns about him, convinces Cog more and more that the world would be a better, safer place if he wasn’t allowed to exist in it anymore. She was kinda neutral on the guy until he gave his grand speech in Cormir about how the only way to save the world is to ‘conquer and subdue it’ and tried to talk her in circles enough that she had to agree with him or seem like a hypocrite. Since then, it’s been a slow creep from “I don’t trust this man and don’t want to work with him again, even if it makes our lives harder” to “he’s dangerous and needs to be stopped” to “...if given the opportunity, I would kill him myself”. And now that she has our new friend the Shadow Demon whispering in her ear, telling her that “the world will tremble and change before her” and that she should “stride boldly, and fear not the consequences that may follow” honestly? The next time we see Valentine, he might be in trouble!  10. What were the character’s parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character? Oh, is there trauma in this one? Is there? Alex? Is there? Maybe so!! We’re gonna talk about Cog’s dad first, because he’s a) still alive and b) I KNOW you’re fishing for more mom angst. Cog’s dad name is Conrad Grace! He’s the head of Lafaroh’s town guard, whatever that means for a town of maybe a hundred people. I feel like his day to day really consists more of making rounds to check on people than dealing with criminals, although he likely has to break up the occasional disagreement or toss somebody in the drunk tank for the night. He’s also in charge of making sure the Guardians -the gods that live deep in the swamp outside Lafaroh and protect the town in exchange for food, building supplies, the occasional corpse, and other resources- get their offerings (This is Important, because he does Stop doing that soon). He married into he Grace family (that’s RIGHT he took his wife’s last name because it’s 2021 and he’s Woke not because her family like runs the town okay moving on), initially because I genuinely believe he fell in love! They were probably pretty young, because Lafaroh is very much a Deep South Swamp Town Analogue, but I don’t think it was just a social power move. The most important Conrad fact? He told Cog that he became disillusioned with the Church when she left home, because he couldn’t imagine continuing to support something he could now see had so clearly been hurting her. And I, Rebekah, a homosexual who has had Words with my Christian parents about the way their religion has hurt me? OH buddy we were a little bit of a mess about it. DM Ryan! Don’t you know I’m projecting!! Please be more careful! (Editor’s Note: This is the moment that made me realize I was projecting. Whoopso!!) Cog’s mom name is Charlotte Grace Sr. because, I guess, we’re freaks. I hate that this makes Cog technically a junior because the thought of anyone calling her Charlotte Jr. makes me break out in hives, but it is, technically, correct. The distinction while Cog was growing up was, instead, “Charlotte” and “Charlotte Olivia” because, again, we’re southern as hell. Charlotte Sr. is, unsurprisingly, the head of Lafaroh’s church, which means she very much has more actual power than her husband does. She did love Cog, I think, but in a way that very much more felt like someone guarding an investment than raising a child, especially when Cog became a teenager. She had high, exacting expectations, and grew more distant from Cog the older she got. Whether this was an unintentional side-effect of Charlotte Sr. becoming more engrossed in the preparations necessary to allow Cog to become the “Conduit”, or whether it was a purposeful decision because she knew she would lose her daughter and wanted the sacrifice to hurt less is unclear. Cog’s dad is kinda just a dude, but we KNOW this bitch has mommy issues. I also think an important distinction to draw between the two is that while I’m willing to give Conrad the benefit of the doubt and say that he may have just wanted Cog to stay in Lafaroh when they party returned because he was worried about his daughter and wanted her home, Charlotte Sr. wanted Cog there because it was Where She Was Supposed To Be, because she had a destiny to fulfill. More than that, when Charlotte Sr. found out that Conrad had stopped sending supplies to the Guardians when Cog left and had instead been selling them to Bandits to get money to rebuild the town, she was not nearly so understanding. She accused him of heresy, and ordered for him to be, uh. Flayed alive. Which wasn’t great. It’s what got her killed ultimately; Cog had to choose between her parents, and after watching her Mama summon a shadow demon that very nearly choked the life out of Sunny? It was a choice with only one possible outcome. 

Caspian

18. Would society call your character a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are? Caspian is. Caspian is Just a person. Like she is just out here doing her best, trying not to get killed by, idk. Pirates or ghosts or w/e. This is an endeavor that, statistically, could be going a lot better.  I think the more interesting angle to look at this question from is the fact that she’s a monk from a well known monastery, and that there’s Expectations on how she conducts herself in the world as a result of that. She is Just A Person, but that’s not good enough. Not when she’s running around wearing Pelor’s holy symbol, representing his monastery, reflecting on him. For a long time, I think Caspian resented the expectation that put on her! Why can’t she just be a kid? Just a person? She didn’t ask to be raised by these monks in this kind of life. But when she left home and realized how suddenly lonely she was, there were quiet, sad moments it was easy to soften with prayer. Rekindling her relationship with her god was her way of staying connected to home, and I think it also made her want to go from being Just a Person to actually wanting to take pride in being a Good Person.  And then her campaign lasted for two fucking seconds lmao so it didn’t even matter hahah! :)

Ryker

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened? YEAH BOY rye-bread got his SHIT handed to him lmaoooo His whole “why are you adventuring?” deal is that he fell in love with the noblewoman he was hired to escort across the country to her betrothed’s estate, and she played him like a fucking fiddle and convinced him -after her wedding, after she was pregnant with her husband’s first child and therefore heir- that she was in love with him too. But of course, because she was married, her husband would never let them be happy together. She talked Ryker into killing her husband, and promised to meet him the night he did it with horses and supplies for both of them. Anyone reading along at home with even a shred of common sense probably just said, “uh oh!” And uh oh indeed; she fully sold his ass out. There’s something emotionally devastating about slipping out of the bedroom of the man you just killed, his blood still on your hands, to find the woman you love standing between two enormous guards, but I can’t quite put my finger on what.  Ryker figured out her plan in the following days he spent in a cell, awaiting execution. She didn’t love her husband, but by playing the role of grieving widow and anxious mother-to-be she could ingratiate herself with his family enough to be allowed to take control of the estate while her son, the true heir, grew up to run it. It was cruel, and clean, and if Ryker hadn’t managed to escape it would have gone off without a hitch.

Brilliance 

17. Is your character afraid of death? Why/why not? Brilliance isn’t afraid of death, she’s afraid for what she’d leave behind. One of the songs on her playlist really leans into this (and I’m very excited to be posting her playlist soon! Stay tuned!), because she is terrified of what her death might do to Sienna. She never planned to become an adventurer, much less travel to the Hells to try and save an entire city. She was content, more than content, to guard Sune’s church, to help the people that came seeking her goddess’ blessing and guidance. When her city faced a sudden influx of refugees from Elturel after its destruction, she was even happy to volunteer to help the Flaming Fist keep order and root out would-be troublemakers. She never meant to get caught up in a job that would take her out of her home city, much less out of her home plane entirely. Every fight she got into in Hell, every time it seemed like she may be staring down something that might kill her, Brilliance had to swallow down the overwhelming guilt of knowing that if she died here Sienna would never know what happened to her. The image of Sienna, worried and pacing, looking toward the door to their apartment every time there was so much as a whisper in the hallway, desperate for any sign that Brilliance had come home-- It wasn’t delusions of self-importance or self-preservation that had Brilliance taking Glasya’s deal to save her from the narzugon’s clutches; it was the image of Sienna collapsing onto their bed and sobbing because she finally admitted to herself that Brilliance was never coming home. Still. Sienna needs her, but her party needs her too. They’re counting on her to be there for them, to take the big hits that they can’t handle. First one in, last one out; she doesn’t leave until everyone else is safe. She wants to survive, she wants to go home and marry the woman she loves, but she couldn’t live with herself if she did it at the cost of the life of someone who was depending on her. Brilliance isn’t afraid of death; she would die for her party members, even the ones she doesn’t particularly like. She just knows exactly what the cost of her death would be. 

[larosepompon]

Carnelian Desire Taeten x Reader

Taeyong x Ten x Reader - Carnelian Desire (Vampire!au)

You were finishing up your shift at the morgue one Thursday evening, listening to music softly as you rifled through the last of the paperwork that was due for tomorrow. Autumn here had its rainy spells and today was no different - making for a fitting mood.

You loved your job, it was serene and allowed you to relax, the other people you worked with were like-minded and good people.

Often you'd get odd activity happening around the building, unexplained noises or movement, but it never really bothered you- it was just part of the job description.

The morgue was on an industrial estate with a few other medical facilities including a blood bank and a crematorium. Quite the morbid mixture for some.

"Did you want a coffee before you go, Y/N?" Your co-worker asked, heading out with his own mug to fill.

"Oh, no thanks I- ow, fuck" you curse as your filing gave you a shallow cut. Brows knitted together, you grab a tissue to mop up the red leaking from your thumb.

"They could use that next door!" He laughed, "did you hear that 20 donor bags went missing last night? This is the second time in a month, but it seems like it might be one of the staff - no alarms were sounded or anything."

This nugget of information intrigued you, was the person selling it on the black market? What on earth for? It seemed strange to you that someone would want to steal such a thing. Ideas and insane thoughts rushed through your head, thoughts of the supernatural - vampires or ghouls such as those you used to dream about when you were younger. Your mind reasoned soon enough that it was most likely the former. Someone out there was strapped for cash, needing a quick fix for one of their habits.

Your vision zoned in on the tissue, and the colour blossoming through as you blotted the small wound. "Were there any leads? It seems strange that someone would just take the supply..."

"None so far, seems like something out of a horror movie though, right?” he shrugged and walked into the kitchen to refill the coffee.

A few days after and the news your colleague parted with you, still played in the back of your mind. Setting the alarm of the morgue and locking the large gate, you were startled as a large crash reverberated off the buildings in the usually quiet surrounding.

You went towards the loud clatter, which sounded like someone had been thrown into a pile of crates. Trying not to draw attention to yourself, you halted at the corner of the warehouse, just peeking enough to see what the commotion was. Eyes widening as you saw someone held up by their throat by a man with neatly styled fiery hair, anger scrawled across his features. He had him in the air, against the wall – not a an easy (or possible) feat for someone of the redhead’s stature.

“We don’t appreciate little kittens snooping around” A sultry voice quietly murmured by the shell of your ear, as a frigid hand clamped over your mouth. Panicked, you tried to struggle away from the new presence, but they held you steadfast against their chest. “Hmm? Don’t you want to watch the rest of the show?” The stranger leant his head on your shoulder, as he manoeuvred you to get a better view.

The red-haired man spat with anger at the person he held up against the warehouse. “That’s the fucking last time I trust you. I warned you not to cross us, Lee. There’s not much a human like you could do against me. You dared to steal from us not once, but TWICE? You piece of shit.” He slammed him against the sheet metal of the building, making the man groan. You started to tremble slightly as your fear kicked in. Watching and not being able to do anything, you saw as he brought the man hastily to his mouth and took a large bite out of his neck. The blood pumping out of the wound almost looking black in the faint spot lights of the industrial estate. You saw him lap up some of the offending ooze before shoving his hand through the man’s chest, twisting and ripping his heart out. Your adrenaline only amplified the sounds coming from in the distance, hot tears spilling from your eyes as you couldn’t help but keep your gaze focused on the unlikely scene at hand. A moan sounded by your ear, as the person that held you captive nuzzled your cheek and crook of your neck. It made you shiver.

“You won’t think about running away will you, kitten? Now you’ve seen what happens to those who make Taeyong and I angry….” You screwed your eyes shut and shook your head as best as you could in this situation. As soon as you opened them, this ‘Taeyong’ was inches away from you, face and chin covered in scarlet, heavily panting from his fit of rage. “Ah, we had a little voyeur, so I made sure she enjoyed the show.” He laughed as Taeyong’s gaze bore into you. Chilling red eyes drew you in as the hand was slowly removed from your mouth. Your lips trembled as you continued to stand there, fearing that moving might put you in the same situation as the crumpled body a hundred yards away.

“Ten, you should have taken her away. She didn’t deserve to see that.” Taeyong took off his jacket and wiped his face and hands free of blood, save for the dried patches that still clung to his creamy skin. The familiar metallic smell reached your senses and brought you back to reality. Ten pouted and you turned slowly to finally look at him. The boy was shorter than Taeyong, with steely grey eyes and a coy smile. Along with their un-naturally good looks, you noticed their hair colours matched their irises.

“I thought it’d be exciting to make her watch though. You looked so hot back there.” You wanted to sit down and take all the events in, processing it through your mind slowly. Instead, the cogs whirred in your brain and you blurted out-

“How did you do that? That shouldn’t be possible...unless yo-” Ten glanced your way, nodding his head in your direction.

“Unless we’re not human? Well, aren’t you quick!” he laughed to himself as Taeyong placed a hand on your shoulder. You involuntarily flinched, understandable in this situation, but gave him your full attention.

“What’s your name, love? I realise we haven’t gotten off to a good start, but my friend and I would more than love to start again and make it up to you?” His thumb caressed your skin exposed on your collar as he posed the question. Something about those burgundy eyes of his drew you in, clouding your rational thoughts when you should have been running.

“It’s y/n…my name is y/n. Are you sure about this? I could just go…” your voice wavered, seeming smaller than a mouse. You felt as though you were away with the faeries. Delicate hands were planted at your waist as you heard Ten’s voice again at your ear.

“Oh, no, it’d be our pleasure…”

Unsure about how, you managed to return to the comfort of your own home in one piece that night, mind still a little hazy from your strange interaction with the two earlier on. The following day you got a call from an unsaved number, who you soon discovered was Taeyong, inviting you out to a very swanky bar lounge in the city “夢中夢” . He insisted you meet them so they could repay you for the ever-so-traumatic ordeal they made you witness. Told you not to worry about getting in as the doorman will be expecting you. You opted to dress up for the occasion, especially after seeing how well-presented the two were the previous night, you’d feel completely out of place if you turned up in casual clothes.

Smoothing down your black satin cocktail dress, you took a moment to admire your efforts in the bathroom mirror. Hair in a loose updo with soft ochre and umber eyeshadow, the soft glitter accentuating the small diamantes stitched into the chiffon of your sleeves. You spritzed some of your favourite perfume on your décolletage before collecting your evening bag by the door. Luckily your taxi didn’t take too long to arrive at your destination. And, true to their word, as soon as you stated your name, a waiter escorted you to a room overlooking the main floor of the lounge, where Taeyong and Ten were reclining, chatting to each other with a glass in their hands.

“Ah, y/n, you made it!” Ten’s smile was infectious as soon as he saw you, pearlescent…teeth glinting under the spot lights. “I have to apologise for yesterday, I didn’t mean to scare you so much, I only wanted to a little…” he trailed off as he went to stroke your hair gently. You returned his smile and he took your hand to lead you over to Taeyong, who stood as you neared. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he slid one arm around your waist to guide you down to the couch with them. Underneath his expensive cologne, there was still that faint metallic scent that made you recall how dangerous the pair could be.

“Thank you for coming, y/n, you look absolutely delectable tonight. What may we get you to drink?” Taeyong had moved his arm around your shoulders and began to absentmindedly stroke just behind your earlobe while Ten sat on the other side of you, running his bony fingers down your forearm to your wrist. You weren’t really used to so much skinship and felt your face heating up to their touches.

You managed to stutter out “some r-red wine, please” through your flustered state. The waiter came and went, as did the time as your glass kept getting refilled and you giggled your way through conversation with the extroverted pair. What you didn’t notice, were the looks they constantly exchanged, or the fact that they had been nursing the same glass all evening…

When your glass was filled for the third time, instead of handing it to you, Ten took it upon himself to take a sip and catch you by surprise, clasping your chin in one hand and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. Letting out a quiet moan as you tasted the wine slipping down your throat, your eyes locked with the feline features of the silver-haired man. He sucked on your lower lip, nibbling lightly before running his tongue across it to clean off the excess liquid. Rose dusted your cheeks as you were pulled away from his hands, only to have your head turned gently by the chilled fingers of Taeyong. His expression was filled with lust as he brought his face to yours, brushing your noses before his plump lips jutted out to drag against yours slowly. Your breath came out shakily as you gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes, heart beginning to race. When he kissed you, unrushed and sensually, tongue moist as it swept yours, you barely felt your dress being casually unzipped and cool pecks placed in its wake. The chiffon fell from your shoulders, much like the sighs from your mouth, Ten’s hands slipping around the front to unclasp your bra. His chilly touch welcome against your breasts, becoming pert and sensitive as he rolled your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“You sound so aroused, y/n, so alive…” Taeyong drawled out, voice resonating low in his chest. His thumb entered your mouth, pulling your jaw down and padding over your tongue. “I can feel your heartbeat in my throat, y/n. You don’t know how tempting you are, do you?” He licked his lips, glistening in the light, his burgundy eyes seeming to have a certain luminescence to them.

“Taeyong, please, can we take her? I can taste her through her skin.” Licking a wet stripe up your neck, you shivered, weakly holding onto their limbs where you could reach. Rubbing his nose to the back of your neck, Ten whispered “would you like that y/n? Would you like to know what that’s like? Being between us like this, warming us with your inner heat…We’ll make it worth your while…” His hands caressed your thighs and parted your legs as his fingers dipped to stroke the crevices either side of your womanhood. The two were driving you mad with how erotic they were. You were sure Ten’s words were more than correct, but you also had alarm bells going off in the back of your mind, slowly being muted by their saccharine words and chilled touches.

“Oh God, please, please let me know what that’s like” You felt like your head was spinning, sharp teeth grazing the nape of your neck followed by kittenish licks made with up-turned lips. Clothes were shed on all parts, littering the floor with rich jewel tones and ebony. You ran your hands down Taeyong’s torso, feeling the ridges of hard muscle under feather-soft skin. Sinking your fingers into his hair, you brought his mouth down to yours, the passionate embrace parting moments later with a string of saliva. The red-head moaned, and you craned your head backwards to reach for his smaller partner. Ten’s kisses were more eager, fierce as he explored your mouth. Soon enough you felt a mouth covering your chest, drawing in and sucking on the protruding flesh. Rolling your hips, you felt Ten’s erection, pressed in the line of your backside. Beginning to feel a little bold, you reached to wrap your fist around him, earning a groan from the male; Taeyong chuckling as his fingers slipped inside your heat. Your body jolted, surprised at the smooth way his appendages pumped in and out of you, curled to draw out every noise they could. Head leant back on Ten’s shoulder, Taeyong kissed up your throat, suckling at your pulse before groaning and grabbing the stony hair of the man behind you, their mouths colliding in a frenzy. His fingers became harsher, as you were held in place by the two, seeking relief from each other.

“I ...don’t think I can stand for much longer…” your voice sounded distant as you trembled with pleasure, arousal was thick in the air between you. Withdrawing his fingers, you watched as his tongue danced along them, cleaning off your cream. With each lick, his canines elongated slowly, the pillowy, pink muscle working between each digit. Ten lifted you into his arms with ease, much stronger than you initially thought he’d be, and set you down on a pile of floor pillows toward the back of the room. The music in the background provided a steady beat, bass echoing through the walls softly, as you heard a hushed voice count in various languages. The feline man crawled between your legs and pulled at your hips, bringing you flush with his mouth. Wasting no time, he set to work running the flat of his tongue against your folds, sighing at the taste of your wetness. You grappled at a pillow behind your head, as you felt your insides throb at his administrations. Licking your lips, your eyes met a very erect and proud Taeyong, who ran his fingers through your hair before gripping at it gently, guiding you to his already leaking member. As you took him in your mouth, you realised that it was the only part of him that resembled normal body temperature. He made your throat take him in long strokes, set with a steady pace as you endeavoured to please him as much as you could.

Ten’s tongue had gotten to further regions, using his slim fingers to stretch your puckered hole. You groaned around the man in your mouth, eyebrows knitting together at the sensation. Taeyong tightened his hold as he moaned, deep in his chest, before stroking your cheek to comfort you.

“Relax, little one, you’re going to need it” he smirked, abdomen twitching in excitement as he looked at you, wide-eyed around his cock. Ten laughed airily, dribbling onto his fingers to coax your body open.

“You taste so good already, kitten, I can’t wait to have all of you.” You all but screamed as Ten took you by surprise, sucking harshly on your clit. The little bundle of nerves causing your first orgasm of the evening to roll over you. “Oh dear, you’ve come already? I think that’s hardly fair on us, don’t you think?” His wicked smile making your insides stir.

Taeyong removed himself from your now swollen pout, urging you to climb onto his lap. Your head fell back, loose hair trailing down your spine as you sheathed his engorged member. He thrust up shallowly, as if testing the waters, to which you held onto his shoulders to steady yourself. He lay down and smoothed his hands over your back, holding you close, your behind beckoning Ten to take a similar position. As he slowly entered your ass, your whimpers were comforted by Taeyong’s whispers, kissing your temple and letting you know how good you were for them. Ten drooled a little more over your entrance for good measure, before slowly rocking himself into you over and over again. Once you were panting, the male beneath you combined his thrusts into the mix. Feeling full was an understatement - but they filled you in such a way that you felt so complete to have them both in you, moving inside your pink walls, warming their touch as promised.

“Mewl for us, kitten, let us know who pleases you.” Ten ground out, licking your ear before delivering a few particularly hard thrusts. You couldn’t stop the hiccupped moans of their names that erupted from your throat, not even recognising the voice as your own. When Taeyong started to thrust up with as much fervour, you felt drowned in their presence, bodies curling around you and more wet kisses shared between the three of you. Your head rested on Taeyong’s shoulder, brow lightly damp with sweat, before you cried out – Ten almost growling as his canines made through your skin like butter, earning grunts from Taeyong, following suit in the crook of your neck upon the sweet scent hitting him.

“oh fuck, don’t stop!” you whined, their thrusts and the suckling on your wounds making pleasure bloom inside you. You felt their thrusts become more erratic, as you pulled Taeyong from you and kissed his stained lips. He moaned and you licked into each other’s mouths, not caring for the red dripping down between the valley of your breasts. Ten sunk his teeth in further, before he came deep inside you. As his head came up quickly, your blood splashed onto Taeyong’s hair and face, to which he dove to mouth off before sharing more scarlet kisses. The shorter male parted from you, to which Taeyong took hold of your hips and bucked up a bruising pace – your cries and tears from the overwhelming sensation driving him toward his goal. He released against your cervix with a guttural shout. The feeling caused you to come again, the mixture of your juices seeping out from your abused holes. You felt so dizzy, but so blissfully satiated, as the two men took you into their arms and lapped at your wounds, littering warm kisses over your skin and knuckles, to the crown of your hair. Your eyes fluttered closed as they draped their limbs over you in their hold. When your breaths evened out, Taeyong reached over and stroked Ten’s hair lovingly, combing out dried blood for him.

“Should we keep her? She seemed to take it quite well…” Taeyong’s eyes widened at the man’s question, growing soft as he saw the mischief in the grey eyes and the pretty smile.

“Perhaps we should first ask once she’s awake.” He chuckled.