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maroon pt. 2 ~ billie eilish x fem!reader

“the mark they saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips i used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon.”

warnings: smut, angst, fighting, dom!billie, sub!reader, eating out, fingering, choking, dirty talk, happy (ish) ending

18+ minors dni!!!

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part one

Two months, It has been two months since that unforgettable night with Billie.

Before you had left that next morning, she had asked you for your phone number to keep in touch. You gave it to her without hesitation, and she had promised she would message you.

Radio silence. Nothing. Not a single message.

After a month, you had accepted that it was just a one-time hookup, and attempted to put your feelings aside. You tried not to let it get to you. She had been the one to initiate everything that night you first met, and you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. So you tried to move on, but you couldn’t stop thinking about her, and it didn’t help that she was everywhere.

And it also didn’t help that she was at your friends birthday party tonight.

Sitting in the corner on the couch, you sip your drink slowly, eyes narrowing as you watch Billie converse with everyone. The fact that she was even here had baffled you, and as soon as you had heard her voice when she walked in, you knew it was going to be a long night.

You stood up from your spot and walked over to the kitchen, opting for a whole bottle of wine, gripping it tightly between your fingers. Your friend sees you and smiles, calling out your name and motioning for you to come talk with her. Your eyes flicker around the group she’s standing with, noticing Billie, and your jaw clenches. Fuck it.

Walking over to them, your hands slightly shake from the tight grip on the bottle of wine.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Your friend squeals drunkenly, putting her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her side. A smile falls on your face momentarily, genuinely happy to be able to spend her birthday with her.

She smiles big as she introduces you to everyone in the group you’re now standing with. Billie’s eyes bore into yours, a small smirk evident on her face as she glances down at the bottle of wine you’re holding.

After a few minutes of small talk amongst everyone, the group slowly disperses, leaving just you and Billie standing there. Your eyes meet again, and a sinking feeling washes over you as you bring the bottle of wine up to your lips, taking a big sip.

“A whole bottle, really?” Billie laughs out, teasing you, but you don’t find it amusing.

“Why the fuck are you here?” You grit out, ignoring her comment.

Billie’s eyes study your face, almost as if she’s shocked at your outburst. “Looks like we have a mutual friend, small world, huh?” She grins, keeping her eyes locked on yours. You furrow your brows and glare at her.

“You never messaged me.” Your own words throw you off, not even thinking before they fall from your lips.

Her smile fades almost instantly, and she bites her lip hard, contemplating how to respond to you. You frown at her as you bring the bottle up to your lips, taking another sip.

Billie opens her mouth, about to respond to your comment, but you put your hand up, not wanting to hear what she has to say.

“Save it. You’ve had two months, two fucking months to message me, reach out, say fucking anything for all I care.” Your anger is boiling inside of you now, the wine giving you the courage to finally call her out. "And frankly, I don’t want to hear whatever sorry excuse you have. You can’t just come to this party and try to talk to me like we’re fucking cool, because we are not.” Your words continue to spew out, unable to stop them as they come.

Billie’s blue eyes flicker over your face, her mouth still slightly agape. She looks around, noticing a few people staring, watching the both of you closely. Your outburst not going unnoticed over the loud music.

"Fuck you." You spit out, your breathing heavy as you turn around on your heels, storming down the hallway into a random room, closing the door behind you.

Your back hits the door, and you take another swig of the wine, the bottle shaking in your hands. The loud music is now muffled as you try to calm yourself down. Your breathing finally evens out after a few moments, and you step away from the door, taking a seat on a chaise lounge. You set the bottle down on the small table next to you as your thoughts run wild. Were you too harsh? Did she deserve your outburst? Maybe it was all a misunderstanding?

A gentle yet firm knock breaks you from your thoughts as you look up at the door. Your eyes land on Billie as she walks into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it. You sit up straighter, clearing your throat quietly.

Billie keeps her gaze on you, her eyes narrowing as she walks over to you. You pull your lip between your teeth at her stern look, the familiar heat pooling in your belly.

"Im sor-" You start to apologize, but Billie cuts you off, reaching out to grip onto your chin, staring down at you with a look you can't quite distinguish.

"We could've handled this in private, and not make a scene at our friend’s birthday, you know," she sneered, her whole demeanor shifting as she continued to speak. "But you got my attention now, and you're going to regret it, pretty girl." Her hand moved down from your chin to wrap around your neck, squeezing softly.

A small smirk spreads across your face as your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of her grip on your neck. You feel Billie lean in closer, her breath fanning across your face. "You remember what I said last time?" she whispered into your ear.

Next time, you're gonna use this pretty mouth to eat me out, yeah?

A shiver ran down your spine, remembering the words she had uttered that night, her strap deep inside you. You clenched down around nothing at the thought, your core burning with need.

"Billie.." You choke out, swallowing against her grip.

“Gonna use that mouth to eat me out instead of bitching. How’s that sound?” Her voice is low, nibbling on the shell of your ear.

You nod desperately, and she releases her grip on your neck and pulls you up off the lounge. She gives you a knowing look, and you quickly shed yourself of your clothes, stripping to nothing but your lace underwear. Billie follows after you, her eyes never leaving yours as she pulls her baggy jeans down, pulling her shirt up over her head, and chucking it somewhere in the room.

Staring up at her with big eyes, you drop down to your knees as she sits where you previously were. Her legs spread as you position yourself between them. She looks down at you with hooded eyes, nodding, giving you silent permission to continue.

You reach out, hooking your hands under her thighs, pulling her core closer to your mouth. Your tongue meets her heat, and you place a small kiss on her clit.

Billie lets out a groan at the feeling, her hands coming down to tangle in your hair, pushing your head down against her. Your tongue laps at her wetness, sucking eagerly on her clit.

Her grip on your scalp tightens as she throws her head back, moaning softly. You continue to eat her out, burying your face in her heat as she lets out strings of grunts and profanities.

“Fuck, baby.” She yanks your head off her core. You whine as you’re pulled away, your lips red and soaked with her juices. Billie smirks and leans down, kissing you to get a taste of herself on your lips. You groan against her lips as she pulls your hair harshly, her other hand moving to grip your neck again.

“You’re so desperate for me, and to think you were mad at me, hmm? You’re fucking pathetic. You would do anything I told you to do, yeah?” Billie’s tone is cruel and condescending, her hand tightening around your neck. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, a high-pitched whine filling the dark and empty room.

Billie pushes your head down again, and you focus your attention solely on her clit this time. You flick your tongue rapidly over her sweet spot, sucking every so often. Her moans fill your ears, only urging you on more. You were desperate to get her to finish.

You felt Billie tense up under you, her hips jerking slightly as her orgasm started to build up. Your tongue ran up and down her folds, as your nose rubbed against her clit. You moved up and pulled her sensitive nub into your mouth, nibbling gently before sucking feverishly.

Billie grunts out as her climax hits her hard. Her fingers grip your hair, keeping your head in place as she rides out her orgasm. You continue to lick and suck at her wet heat, helping her through it.

Her heavy breathing is the only sound you can hear as you pull your face out of her core, her hand still laced in your locks. You lick your lips as you look up at her with blown pupils.

She yanks at your hair again, pulling you up onto her lap. Her hand leaves your hair as it trails down your body, gripping your hip tight.

“Such a good girl for me,” Billie mutters, her thumb brushing against your lip, smudging your lipstick even more. Her hand on your hip moves down to your lace underwear, tugging them to the side. She rubs her fingers up and down your soaked heat. “So wet for me, baby.”

You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of her rubbing at your slit, spreading your legs even more for her. She slips two fingers in, her thumb focusing on your clit, rubbing small circles.

“More, please…” You whisper, rocking against her fingers. Billie smirks as you beg her, her other hand moving back to your neck.

“Louder,” she demanded, her fingers speeding up, fucking into you quickly.

You let out a loud, desperate whine, “Fuck, please Billie, wanna come, please!”

She grins at your pleading, her fingers not slowing. You grind down as she thrusts them deep inside you, curling up and hitting your spot repeatedly. Her thumb continues to rub at your clit, speeding up with the movement of her other fingers inside you.

Her hand grips your throat, effectively choking you as she continues to fuck you with her fingers roughly. You throw your head back in a silent moan, pushing down against her fingers hard, chasing your own orgasm.

Billie notices you’re close, her movements speeding up even more as you clench around her. Your hand flies out to grip onto her wrist that’s holding onto your throat, your body shaking with need.

Her fingers curl up inside you, hitting your sweet spot for a final time as you fall apart. Your hips quiver as you feel your climax hit you, moaning out as she releases her grip on your neck. Billie’s movements slow as your body comes down from its high, your chest rising and falling quickly as you try to catch your breath.

You fall forward against her as she slowly slips her fingers out of you. She brings her fingers up to your mouth, pushing them past your lips. You hum as you suck, your eyes fluttering shut at the taste of your own orgasm.

Billie grins at you and pulls her fingers out of your mouth. “You did so well for me.” She murmurs, pulling you closer to her body. Her arms wrap around you. Your body relaxes against hers, your anger a long-lost thought now.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper into her shoulder, regretful of having yelled at her earlier.

“It’s okay, you had every right to be upset. I shouldn’t have ghosted you like that. Life got crazy, and I know that’s not an excuse, but I truly never meant to hurt you. Im sorry.” She mumbled, her fingers running through your hair.

You pull back at her words, eyes meeting hers, and a small smile falls on your face. Reaching out, you place your hand on her cheek, cradling it and rubbing gently. Her cheeks heat up at the gentle touch, nudging her face against your hand.

“You’re forgiven.” You laugh lightly, leaning down to kiss her gently.

Billie grins into the kiss before she feels you pull back, reaching out for the bottle of wine you had set on the table beside you earlier.

“You and that fucking wine,” She shakes her head, teasing you, as her hands fall back on your hips, squeezing.

You giggle as you take a sip, accidentally letting some dribble down your chin and onto your chest. Billie watches as the deep red color drips down, her finger reaching out to wipe it away. She grins at you and brings it up to her lips, licking the wine off the pad of her finger.

“Sweet.” she comments, and a dark blush creeps up onto your cheeks. The familiar color was so scarlet, it was maroon.

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They're finally here!!!

Team Chaotix Week 2025:

May 1st - 7th

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Day 3 has two prompts because I know some may not have read/don't like the comics. You can choose one or the other, or do both

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Love Bug Part 7! Fun fact, bubble has a cousin! totaly!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

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Otaku Daniel - ride on shooting star

summary:

Max didn’t really enjoy watching other people play games, knew he’d criticise their decision making. He also didn’t like vlogs, yet he found himself tuning into Daniel’s streams when he could. If only to hear him laugh a little, or a lot. Daniel laughed a lot and Max loved to hear the sound. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to sub from one of his burner accounts. Daniel’s account was a guilty pleasure of his and he didn’t need to share him with the wider world. ; Max is down bad for a curly haired Australian streamer (from tumblr; Otaku Daniel)

tags: Alternate Universe - Twitch Streamers, Pining, Max Has A Crush, Otaku Daniel, Max Loves His Geekiness, Completely Self Indulgent, Mostly Max POV, Max is Down Bad

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day 5: Biting & Chest

@tamlinweek

An even stranger thing happened the morning after the High Lord meeting

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The highly anticipated (not really) second part of the

A strange thing happened the night of the High Lord meeting

universe! Enjoy 😘

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Feyre thinks that Tamlin and Rhys were going at it.

The other High Lords know full well that Tamlin and Rhys were Going. At. It.

How long will it take for the truth to come out?

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Dawn was beginning to creep over the horizon when Rhys finally left Tamlin's rooms. He slowly eased the door closed behind him, exhaling softly.

“Oh, gods!”

Standing across the hall from him, an empty carafe in hand, was Tarquin.

The other male's face was carefully blank.

Rhys’s heart froze to stone, plummeting into his stomach.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

His tongue was caught between a threatening snarl and a weak plea.

“Tarquin, it-”

“No, no.”

The other male swiftly raised one hand, fingers pinched together. He closed his eyes.

“I did not see a thing. Not a single thing.”

With a small nod to himself, Tarquin turned back into his chambers. Rhys could have sworn he heard the male mutter, ‘Gods damn it, Tamlin’ as the door closed.

Heart thudding, Rhys turned himself around and ran back to his own room.

Feyre groused a little as he slipped into bed, reaching for him with a lazy arm. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his heart thundering in his chest.

Where have you been? 

Business, darling. It’s all done now. Sleep.

‘lright…

He lay on the bed ramrod straight, his eyes wide open.

What the hell had he just done? It was still boggling his mind, and Rhys wasn’t sure if he hadn’t hallucinated the entire long, long night.

He and Tamlin... they’d done... that. They'd done a lot of things, actually, but that was completely besides the point. 

Tarquin knew, and if Tarquin knew, then Feyre was sure to find out.

He couldn’t let that happen.

But Thesan had extended his wards around the Dawn Court as soon as the Autumn delegation had left. There was no chance of laying a single hand on the Summer Lord. And- gods, there was the matter of the blood rubies he had recently rescinded out of good faith. No, Tarquin was untouchable. At least for now.

Thesan had ordered Cassian, Azriel, Mor and Nesta to return to Velaris as well following yesterday's incident, or else he could have enlisted their aid in securing the Summer Lord's silence.

Fuck.

Rhys pulled the pillow from under his head and pushed it down over his face with a groan.

...

Kallias, Vivianne, Tarquin, and Helion were already in the dining hall when they finally made their way downstairs for breakfast. Tamlin was noticeably absent, as well as their host Thesan. Rhys's eyes immediately went to Tarquin, who returned his look blankly, then promptly turned his back on him.

Alright then... so far so- good?

Rhys reached to straighten his shirt for the nth time, and Feyre batted his hand away. Though he'd been obsessively trying to erase all evidence of last night's activities, it seemed he hadn't needed to go to such lengths after all. Feyre had yet to notice, and Tarquin didn't seem to be in an interactive mood. They took their seats at the far end of the table, next to Kallias and Vivianne, who nodded politely then resumed their slow conversation.

Spying him from the buffet table, Helion flounced across the hall and into the seat beside him.

"Good morning!"

"Morning, Helion." His words were short and clipped. Feyre gave him a sideways look as Helion turned to greet her.

"Feyre!"

"Good morning, Helion."

Helion sniffed around him obnoxiously.

“I like your perfume, Rhysand. Very… floral. Might I borrow it sometime?” 

"What?"

Inwardly, his stomach turned to jelly.

"Mmm, what is that?" Helion wafted a hand before him, "Is that… Rose? And… elderflower? Delicious." 

"Must have been the soaps in the bathroom," Rhys said coolly (at least, he hoped so).

"I'm not used to such fragrance.

"Oh, I'm sure."

It was then that Tamlin appeared in the dining hall.

Rhys's breath stuttered in his chest.

He hadn’t bothered to tame his hair, had left it loose and wild to his waist where it hung in an artful tangle. Tamlin's shirt was clearly rumpled, and he hadn’t bothered either to button up the front, leaving his chest exposed in a litany of bites and bruises... marks that Rhys himself had left there. It stirred something in him, to see his presence marked so plainly for all to see, like he belonged to him.

Rhys shook himself inwardly, willed himself to think of something else. Unthinkingly, his eyes flicked downwards... Tamlin's trousers were as sinfully tight as yesterday. He swallowed, the motion making a clicking sound. He could trace the damn outline of it with his tongue if he wanted. And he so badly wanted to…

Fuck. No, anything else but that.

Tamlin strode languidly towards his seat, draping himself over it like a cat. Rhys couldn't tear his eyes away as Tamlin accepted a goblet from a passing attendant with murmured thanks, wrapping his long fingers delicately around the wrought metal. Feyre was hissing something under her breath, but Rhys caught none of it.

Tamlin turned his head and caught his intense gaze. He smirked, tipping his goblet just a tad too far. Rhys fought back the urge to groan out loud. A thin rivulet of crimson juice ran down the curve of one beautiful, heaving pectoral. It seeped into the thin linen of his shirt and Tamlin feigned dismay, leaning forward to pull the edge of his shirt up over his sculpted abdomen to wipe away at his chest, settling back into his seat with a satisfied sigh.

Rhys was salivating. He was sure of it. It took everything in him to rein himself back, but his usual composure had been thoroughly ruined last night, and he might as well be walking around with stars circling his head.

Rhys!

Feyre’s voice hissed in his mind.

Oh gods.

Yes?... Darling?

Did you do that to him?

He gulped, trying to buy himself some time.

...I have no idea of what you speak of.

His heart hammered in his chest. Opposite, Tamlin was now steadfastly ignoring him, swirling the contents of his goblet round and round. He had used a vanishing spell to disguise any chance of Rhys's scent from appearing on him. Clever. If only he'd thought of that.

You did, didn’t you? You confronted Tamlin on my behalf and fought him, and gave him all those ugly marks. That’s where you were last night. You were doing this. For me.

His body was still frozen with shock as he scrambled to decipher her words. Then relief sank breathlessly into his bones. Of all the conclusions she could have come to...

Of course, Feyre. Anything for you.

Feyre’s hand went to his leg and squeezed lightly. 

I'm going to get a plate, do you want anything from the buffet table? 

No, thank you, darling.

"Tamlin! Looks like you had an eventful night," Helion crooned, setting his own empty goblet back on the table.

He shrugged, "I suppose you could say that," Tamlin replied silkily.

"Mm! In fact, I-" Helion paused, inhaling deeply. 

Rhys's heart sank to his feet.

Tamlin had removed all traces of Rhys's scent, which meant that he'd replaced it with his own signature scent.

Roses and-

Helion's eyes widened, "Oh. You and- Oh... this is too good." He rocked back into his seat, cackling like a mad man.

Feyre craned her head round to quirk an eyebrow at Helion as she returned to her seat, a delicate plate of tea and toast in her hands. "What are you laughing at so loudly in the morning?"

"Why, what else but the ever continuing saga of Tamlin and your beloved Rhysand?"

Fuck fuck fuck. He'd spent so long worrying about Tarquin, he hadn't accounted for Helion's big mouth.

"Ah," Feyre smirked, levelling a look towards Tamlin. He was speaking to Tarquin in a hushed tone. The Summer Lord looked completely exasperated.

"So Rhys filled you in, then?"

"He didn't need to," Helion's eyes glimmered as he inclined his goblet towards Tamlin's positively ravaged chest. "Look at him."

Helion's booming voice meant that everyone else in the hall had no choice but to hear him. Kallias looked across the table towards him, unable to hide the distaste on his face, "Really, Tamlin? Of all the males in this palace?"

"Don't look at me, I'm not exactly known for making good choices in that department."

Rhys bristled, "Now wait a-"

"Choice or not," Feyre cut in, "You got precisely what you deserved last night."

Tamlin couldn't do anything else but gape at her. Rhys could practically hear the cogs whirring in his mind, desperately trying to follow her train of thought.

Kallias made a sound in the back of his throat, “You... knew about this?"

Feyre turned towards him with a shrug, “Of course I did.”

“And you don't mind it?”

“Of course I don't,” Feyre said slowly, confusion beginning to furrow her brow.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well," Vivianne piped up, resting her chin on her hand, "It's common knowledge that before you were mated to Rhysand, you were engaged to Tamlin. And before that, Tamlin and Rhysand had quite a... long and complicated past. Doesn't that make things a tad awkward?"

Feyre barked out a laugh, "Why would it be awkward? If anyone were to be up for the task, it would most definitely be Rhys."

The entire thing would be hilarious if he weren’t trying so hard not to lose his sanity. 

Kallias and Vivianne exchanged a swift look.

“Oh. How… understanding of you,” Kallias said at last. “Well, I suppose after such a long history as theirs, it’s only natural for such passions to arise.”

Rhys wanted to sink into the ground. 

“Yes,” Helion agreed amiably, “I only wish that they had kept the noise down. I could barely enjoy myself last night, they were so spirited.”

Feyre preened at that.

Good, he could feel her send through the bond. I’m glad you made him hurt so much.

He sent back a fuzzy reassurance, hoping that his panicked state wasn’t showing through the bond.

“Apologies, Helion,” Tamlin said. His eyes glittered, and his lips were twitching in an effort to stay still.

“I’m afraid that I couldn’t stop myself.”

“What? No, I meant Rhys here. It was his voice I heard. Quite loudly, I might add. What the hell were you doing to him?"

He could have killed him in that moment. Dropped him dead. Instead he curled his hands into fists and smiled tightly at the beaming male. Fucking bastard.

“Well, he certainly gave as good as he had. That’s for certain. We’ve both ended up with our share of bruises.”

“Some more than others,” Feyre remarked.

“Lucky male,” Helion winked at Tamlin, "You'll have to let me join in some time."

"Not likely," the words left Rhys's mouth before he could register them.

Tamlin's eyes widened, "Oh?"

The entire hall stilled. Rhys tried, and failed, and tried again to think of something- anything to say to salvage this.

"What I meant was- in the sense that-"

Thesan walked in then, a sheaf of papers under his arm, "Good morning. I trust that we are all well-rested and ready for the next phase of our meeting? We have much to get through today, so-"

He was halfway to his seat when he stopped, and sniffed the air. 

"Oh, no."

Thesan's voice was tinged with disappointment.

"Tamlin. Don't tell me you fucked Rhys again. We talked about this. You could do so, so much better."

"Try getting that through his thick skull," Tarquin muttered darkly, shooting a glass of cherry juice down his throat.

Rhys didn't breathe. Didn't dare to so much as move. Beside him, Feyre had gone deathly still.

…Feyre?

Her hands curled on the armrests.

Run. 

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[stevenblueniverse]

ITS HERE!!! IM SHAKING OMG!

I will also be having Lisa hannigan sign this hopefully soon when I visit Ireland! (Maybe get another blue drawing by her too since I have seen a drawing of blue that seems to have been done by her!)

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I gotta share my hype here,

NO MAN'S SKY ORBITAL!!

WE CAN FINALLY CUSTOMIZE AND PAINT OUR SHIPS!!! I AM IN TEARS OF JOY!!!

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It's officially 11 days until the donghua drops on Crunchyroll, please remember to enjoy it and stream it legally for more danmei benefits in the future!

[asmrbrainrot]

The Gator Boys & The Moon Witch Ch3~

After a few minutes of flying through the swamp the two whizzed past a faint golden glow, “That’s it!” Timothy shouted, fearing Esther might miss the cabin from which the light came from. The broom came to a screeching halt, before Esther could stop him the gator boy vaulted off of the broom and began running to the cabin as if the demons of Gehenna themselves were on his heels. “Wait up!” The woman hollered following behind him on her broom. The witch gathered her things (including a very shaken Bella) and entered the cabin behind her former aggressor. She was instantly hit with the acrid smell of bile and blood. Swiftly gaining her bearings Esther observed the “Friend” the young man had told her about. Strewn on the cabin floor before her was a huge halfblood gator that appeared to be in his late thirties. The man was tall, very fit and bore deep juniper green scales. Under different circumstances she might be intimidated; however, the once able-bodied gator was a pitiful sight at the moment. His statuesque frame lay shivering in pools of his own sick, his leathery skin glistening with beads of fevered sweat. “Them hunters got’im with a crossbow,” Timothy explained, “It didn’t hit too deep but I think it was tipped!” Esther cautiously approached the larger man inspecting the bandage that wrapped around his left shoulder. “Do you still have it?” She queried, “The arrow I mean.” There was no doubt the man had been poisoned, but Esther would do more harm than good if she didn’t know what exactly was in his system. Not to mention how a halfblood might react to such a poison. “Right here!” The young man affirmed, handing the bloodied projectile to her. “Okay then, go get some clean water and cloth-Oh and put a fire on! I got a feeling we’re gonna do a bit’a potion work tonight.” She ordered pointing to what appeared to be the kitchen adjacent from them. The smaller halfblood immediately sprung into action, gathering the necessaties as Esther prepped her own materials. From her knapsack she withdrew a jar of clear unassuming fluid. A potion of revealing, one of the first lessons she learned in magical healing. Careful not to knick herself, the witch detached the arrowhead from the rest of the arrow, before plopping it into the now opened jar, swishing it around a bit. The once translucent liquid quickly became a cloudy seafoam green. “What’s that mean?” Timmy chimed in, snapping Esther from her focus. Damn, that boy was fast! “Its water hemlock,” Esther explained “makes sense since y’all live in the marsh. The stuff grows all over.” The boy's face turned ashen. “Wait! Like poison hemlock!?” The halfblood gasped, amber eyes widening. “No no nonono!” He mumbled, dropping to his knees. No doubt he had heard the stories that surrounded the deadly herb, most often it affected children tempted by their flowers, or uneducated travelers that mistook them for wild parsnips. The effects were… not pretty. “Don't panic,” Esther commanded placing a comforting hand on the young man’s back “It seems to be in its early stages but we need to work fast if we want to-'' she was cut off by a violent thrashing, followed by a loud crack as an unfortunately placed wooden stool was reduced to splinters by the gator man’s muscular tail. Right, muscle spasms. A low beastial hiss escaped the man, crazed golden eyes scanning the stranger in his home. “It’s okay Bodie, it’s okay! I brought her here to help!” Timothy reassured the larger man to no avail. Only then had it occurred to her just how strong this man was, even in such a weakened state. She also realized how dangerous this could be for her, even the most gentle folks could be violent when in pain. Not to mention water hemlock was known for inducing hallucinations. “He’s not like this usually, honest!” the younger halfblood pleaded, sensing the witch’s hesitation, “Bodie’s just, not in his right mind is all! Please don’t leave!” Did this poor boy really think she was going to abandon them at the first sign of danger?

He couldn’t be more than nineteen and he’d just risked life and limb to get her here, to save someone who clearly was very dear to him. “Trust me son, I’ve seen worse than this,” she reassured, “we just need to be careful. Even peaceful folk do wild things when they're hurting, and by the divines I’m sure he’s hurting.” She began to draw various magical herbs and ingredients from her bag, preparing a makeshift ink from water and charcoal to prepare her glyphs. Now for the hard part; drawing the glyphs. “The potion is simple so I’ll talk you through it,” she instructed, “but I need to get this fever down fast. So I’m gonna use a spell, the thing is: I’ll have to get up close and personal.” Timmy gazed at Bodie, who had already fallen back into a fever induced sleep. “Do what you need to do.” He nodded. Esther grabbed a cloth Timothy had brought and gently brought it to Bodie’s forehead, wiping it down so she could place the glyphs.

She dipped her index finger into the charcoal mixture, praying the man before her would stay still long enough for her to cast the spell. As if on cue he started to stir. “I’m gonna need you to be still for a bit,” she soothed, brushing away the stray bangs that had fallen onto his face, “I won’t bother you for long.” “Mama?” The man croaked, squinting at the women who knelt over him. “Oh honey…” Esther’s heart melted at the gator man’s confabulation. Her stiletto nails combed through the man’s hair as yellow eyes brimming with tears gazed up at her. “Mama? Mama, I’m so sorry!” He hiccuped, hot tears rolling down his face, “I couldn’t save him…” He clearly needed someone right now, and despite her previous trepidations, the woman did her best to offer as much relief as she could. “It’s okay sweetie,” she cooed, “I’m here now, I’m here. I’m gonna help you best I can.”

Suddenly, the man threw an arm around her waist, holding her to his chest. She knew she could escape if she really wanted to, a few good kicks and she’d be free. But look at the poor man! He didn’t want to hurt her! If anything he was looking for comfort, and who was she to deny him. Besides this gave her an opportunity to get close enough to place the glyphs. “Don’t leave Mama…please, not again.” The man whimpered, pulling her into a hug. “Don’t worry honey I won’t.” She crooned, shifting slightly, “I promise I won’t.”

[askblueandviolet]

Chapters: 1/13 Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque/The Mayor (Monkie Kid), Lady Bone Demon's Host (Monkie Kid) & Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, Lady Bone Demon's Host & The Mayor (Monkie Kid), Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque & The Mayor (Monkie Kid), Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque & Sun Wukong | Monkey King Characters: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, The Mayor (Monkie Kid), Lady Bone Demon's Host (Monkie Kid), Qi Xiaotian | MK, Long Xiaojiao | Mei, Tang (Monkie Kid), Zhu Bajie | Pigsy (Monkie Kid), Sha Wujing | Sandy (Monkie Kid), Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Red Son (Monkie Kid), Tieshan Gongzhu | Princess Iron Fan, Demon Bull King (Monkie Kid), Original Characters Additional Tags: he/him pronouns for Macaque, They/Them pronouns for Mayor, Agender Mayor, She/her pronouns for Baihe, Angst, Fluff, Comedy, Macaque is such an idiot, Baihe is desperately trying to pull herself together and failing miserably, Mayor has to go through all five stages of grief, It is not going to be pretty, Mayor revenge arc is not here sorry, They are just in so much denial and will go through a lot of depression, Swearing, unreliable narrators, Morally Ambiguous Characters, Hurt No Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Mayor backstory, No Macaque backstory, At least with Mayor I have more freedom, And I like them more, Two POVs, More casual murder, Macaque is… not really friends with Demon Bull Family anymore because you know why, Humour, Panic Attacks, Serious conversations that are not taken seriously, Post season three, pre season four, More midlife crisis Macaque, Mayor technically has white hair now by the way because of LBD influence, And Macaque has like half of his fur white because of LBD influence, More tags to be added, no beta we die like Macaque, no macaque backstory because I am too lazy, and also because I am scared what I imagine will not be canon Series: Part 4 of Blue and Violet Summary:

Macaque has spent a long time wasting his second life, making mistake after mistake and running away from it all. One could almost assume it's because he was so afraid of caring for anything, only to still mess up. But now that he is finally free… how is he supposed to know what to do with this second chance? He needs to decide if he wants to keep running away, aimlessly wandering, or finally do something different.

Knowing they have spent their entire everything dedicated to someone, it is hard to find what remains when they are left alone. Grief is a natural part of life, one they had never thought they would have to experience. They were never really alive in the first place… right? Perhaps they have never seen the full picture regarding that to begin with. Now that their everything is gone, what are they supposed to do with what somehow remains?

In other words, this is the story of Macaque's and the Mayor's lives post season three! This is all set in between the canonical time span of one year between season 3 and 4. This is the fourth part to the series of Blue and Violet, so make sure you read the other three parts before reading this one Updates Weekly :D!!!

[the-kcm-muggleborn]

Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: None:}

Word count: 1k>

Chapter 4

Part 1

Weeks went by. November was at its end.

Edwart was studying hard, trying to keep up with everything that had happened the past 4 months, his head was a mess, and all that ancient magic was exhausting. He wished there was simply a book he could educate himself on. Edwart was disappointed and tired because there was still so much the Keepers were not telling him. And to add to it Ranrok and Rookwood were starting to get too close to finding the truth about this powerful magic. 

Edwart was sitting in the library working on his astronomy assignment when Sebastian came in looking for him.

“You're here. Brilliant.” He sat next to Edwart who just signed deeply.

“What is it that you need, Sebastian?” He spoke sharply.

“Uu someone’s in a sour mood. Relax. I just wanted to talk.” Sebastian raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. 

Edwart left his assignment and rubbed his hands across his face. He leaned in his chair and groaned. “I apologise. I've just been having trouble sleeping.”

“Again?” Sebastian spoke with concern in his voice. “Maybe it's time you got to Nurse Blainey?”

“No. No, I'm fine, it's just something that's been… Never mind that.” Edwart shook his head. “What did you want to talk about? I could use a distraction.” Edwart smiled slightly.

“I spoke with Ominis. I told him none of us will be able to avoid Dark Magic forever. So the more we know about Salazar Slytherin and the Dark Arts. the better prepared we'll be.” 

Edwart sighed slightly. Not the distracting topic he certainly hoped for. Sebastian continued. “Unfortunately. only a Gaunt knows the location of the scriptorium's entrance and Ominis won't tell me. I’m simply out of ideas.”

Edwart wasn't sure if helping Sebastian with this one was a good idea. But he deeply trusted both Sebastian and Ominis. So he decided they'd be safer together than apart. “Do you want me to try and talk to him?”

“You? I suppose it's worth a try. but don't get your hopes up. Ominis is annoyingly stubborn. Nothing new.”

“Okay then. Lead me to him.” Edwart packed his things and both boys headed to the dungeons. 

“Keep an eye out. Never know who's watching, although that hasn't stopped us before.” Sebastian said jokingly.

“Strictly speaking. it has. We were caught.” Edwart spoke back, matching his friend’s tone.

“Ugh. Don't remind me. Damned poltergeist - such a nuisance” Sebastian rolled his eyes as they kept walking.

Both boys finally reached the dungeons when they noticed Ominis leaning against a wall.

“Oh. There’s Ominis. Go. And good luck.”

Sebastian took a turn and awaited a few feet away. Edwart took a deep breath and walked over to Ominis who looked rather lost in thoughts.

“Hello, Ominis. How do you do?” Edwart decided to go about this friendly but firmly to not waste time.

“I'm… Alright. ” Ominis smiled lightly. “It's just Sebastian's been pestering me lately about something and I'm frustrated with him.”

“Can I be honest?” Edwart decided to get straight to the point but he did not want to lose his politeness.

“I suppose?” Ominis seemed suspicious.

“Sebastian told me about the scriptorium trouble. We were talking about Hogwarts founders, and he mentioned it. Wouldn't say much more, though.”

“I understand. Well, he seems to think it contains the answer to saving Anne. I think it's likely full of Dark Magic that is better left untouched.”

“You've never been inside?” Edwart asked with interest.

“Of course not! I only know about it because of my favourite aunt- Noctua. She thought like I do. Didn't agree with the family on the use of Dark Magic. She wrote regularly to my father about her efforts to gain access, and then she simply vanished.”

“Sebastian told me a little of what happened when you were young. What your family made you do. I'm sorry, Ominis.” Edwart treaded carefully. 

“Should’ve known he would have told you.” Ominis signed. “I think neither of us had the most idyllic childhood.”

“True. That’s why I think we could be stronger if we went together than let Sebastian go alone and possibly get himself killed.”

“Maybe you're right…” Ominis said hesitantly.

“That is a bit unnerving.” Edwart crossed his arms. “I understand your hesitation. I suppose even if it might lead to answers about what happened to your aunt. it does pose a risk.”

“Aunt Noctua went down this path with good intentions and lost her life. I don't want the same to happen again. To neither of you.” Ominis shook his head and started slightly pacing again.

“You don't know that history will repeat itself. Besides, you said your aunt thought like you. This could honour her memory and get you answers about Slytherin and Sebastian answers for Anne. Your aunt pursued this alone.” Edwart stopped Ominsi's pacing by putting both hands on his shoulders to grab his attention “We will do it together. I'll promise you. I am taking responsibility.”

Ominis swallowed thickly. As he was finally convinced. “Hmm. I see what you've done here. And, I confess, you've convinced me. I didn't think it was possible…”

Edwart backed away and thanked Ominis. “Let's go fetch Sebastian.”

“Edwart-” Ominis stopped him. “Do you..? Know what you're doing?”

“Can't say that I do.” Edwart chuckled “But there's safety in numbers. Trust me, Ominis.”

As the trio was finally together. Ominis led both boys to the alleged entry of the scriptorium. 

“I hope I… we don't regret this,” Ominis said under his breath as he stood to the side. “These braziers grant access to the scriptorium.”

“Now, you'll share? You wouldn't tell me when I practically begged.” Sebastian pouted a bit.

“It wasn't you who told me what I needed to hear,” Ominis said as calmly as ever. “Opening the entrance has something to do with threes.”

Edwart looked around, he noticed 3 symbols on a stone wall in front of him.

“Well- three heads are better than one.” Sebastian joked.

“It's two heads are better than one.” Ominis furrowed his eyebrows.

“And by that logic, three is better than two. Simple mathematics Ominis.” Sebastian smiled. 

“I see 3 symbols here” Edwart poked at a wall. “I think this is the stone door.”

“Well done, now to open it.” Sebastian said. “three braziers.”

“Someone’s been actually listening.” Ominis chuckled. 

“I do that…” Sebastian agreed. “Occasionally.”

Edwart cast 3 fast confringos. which opened the door. 

“Something's happening,” Sebastian said almost excitedly.

“I hope we're ready for this.” Ominis on the other hand looked as anxious as Edwart never saw. 

Part 2>

-------------- Autor's notes:--------------

Thank you so much for reading Part 1 of the new 4th Chapter! I know it's been long-awaited! I'm still working on it but it's certainly looking good. Many more missions to come and a third trial! I'll be skimping on those and some of the side quests that do not have cutscenes. Hope you enjoyed it

[nighton-fire]