#ohm's the one who can tell many stories with his eyes and face only

[airenyah]

everyone keeps going on about nanon's "microexpressions" but honestly, it's the way he plays with his voice for me

[teyvattherapist]

Write to Me

eh fuck it here ya'll go. pspspsps dain simps come get your food.

Anyways it features my oc, I'm too lazy to rewrite it, and I think this is cute. Sooo, posting it anyways.

tags: gn!readerxDainsleif, fluff, soulmate au babyyy, it do always be angst when u squint, dain was a ho as a young man as he should be honestly, oc mention? not massive tho just in the bg, kaeya and albedo making bets

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When he was younger he wasn’t exactly monogamous, sleeping with whatever pretty thing piqued his fancy, his status and good looks lending to men and women throwing themselves at him. He didn’t think he had a soulmate, no lovely voice in his head, he could see colour just fine, and whenever he wrote or drew on his arm there was nothing in return. Not a single scratch that wasn’t his own, nothing. So he did whatever he wanted, there wasn’t anybody matching his soul.

But he was older now, much older. Centuries passed since he was a young man at the centre of many people's hearts. Now he was a disgraced knight and a traveler. He was busy tracking down and destroying the Abyss Order, his traveling companion gone, he had nothing but his duty once more. He stayed away from cities as much as he could, only going in to restock his supplies.

Imagine Dainsleif’s surprise when he woke up one day, odd blue squiggles on the tainted skin of his right arm. It wasn’t anything fancy, a small little smiley face with awful handwriting beside it, a tiny ‘hi’. He outstretched his arm, blinking once, twice, he tried to rub it off. But it didn’t come off. Now? Really? NOW?! He didn’t want to write back, he didn’t want to draw anything. They were more than likely a child judging by the writing, he could just pretend he never saw this.

But they didn’t cease. Apparently when he had rubbed the drawing, it had showed up on them. ‘Yuo real?’ Dainsleif groaned, pulling his gloves on instead. He didn’t have time for this. So Dainsleif ignored it, ignored the messages that sometimes showed up on his arms and he ignored the drawings, no matter how good or awful they were. His duty came first, and he was several centuries old. He simply couldn’t pay attention to it.

But as the years went on the messages began to slow. How many years had passed? Ten? Twenty? He wasn’t entirely sure, his memory blending together, fragmenting and hazing over. Bits and pieces here and there. ‘I hope you’re well, you’ve been quiet.’ A message scrawled on his left arm and he stared at it in the dark of the tent.

‘I am well. And you?’

‘And here I thought my soulmate died. I’m fine.’

Dainsleif sighed, blue eyes flicking upwards at the material of the tent. They deserved somebody so much better. The Twilight Sword was not that somebody. He looked back at his arm, a name, he assumed, was scrawled beside the words.

‘Dainsleif.’

‘Like the sword?’

‘Like the sword.’

“Fascinating. I must be going to sleep now, I have work early. Goodnight, Dainsleif.’

Dainsleif dropped his arm beside him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. How ridiculous was this. The Gods truly hated him to gift him a soulmate when he was what, five hundred and twenty five? His poor soulmate, too. He couldn’t stop thinking about what an unfortunate situation it was for them, perhaps it was the way he showed he did care, even if he hadn’t met them or spoken to them beyond reading the occasional message they wrote.

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You hurried through the hallway, already late for work, the fifth time that month. You spared a wave to Sucrose who was exiting Albedo’s laboratory and she smiled, waving back. You quickly threw open the door to the laboratory across from Albedo’s, entering swiftly. “I’m so sorry Ohm, my alarm didn’t go off again and- Oh!” You stopped, realising there was somebody else in there.

The medical captain looked around the man dressed in interesting garb, smiling when he saw it was you. “Hello, (y/n)! Nothing to worry about. Ahem, where was I? Oh yes! Same rules as before, but try to apply it more sparingly, I don’t want you building up an intolerance until I can find something stronger.” Ohm held out a jar of azure gel but the man was stiff, unmoving. “Teyvat to Dainsleif?”

“Wait- Dainsleif?” You stopped, dropping the papers you had been holding. They scattered everywhere and Ohm tilted his head, periwinkle hair falling into his face, a clear sign of his utter confusion. Dainsleif turned to you, his eyes were stunning, blue and the pupils- he was gorgeous, that was the first thing that came to you and you felt your cheeks warming at his piercing gaze.

“Well would you look at the time, I have to go uhm, annoy Albedo. It's in my schedule. Please lock the lab if you are to leave. Dainsleif heed my orders or I’ll find you.” Ohm stood up, he rounded Dainsleif, grabbing the bough keeper’s hand and placing the jar into it. He then let go and walked away. He put one hand on your shoulder and leaned in close. “Be nice, he’s shy.” The doctor whispered and then he was off, shutting the door behind him with a click.

You bent down to pick up the paperwork now that the initial shock wore off. Dainsleif also seemed to snap back into action, pocketing the jar. He stepped forward, crouching down to help you with the papers. “I apologise, your Gods have chosen an awful soulmate for you.” He was blunt, apparently. His voice deep and soothing nonetheless. He held the papers out in a bandaged hand and you hesitantly took them.

“I don’t know, I think you’re pretty. Even if you ignore me.” Did you really just- You stood quickly, walking by him and to the desk on the other side of the room, the small wooden desk you had claimed as your own. “Ahem, are you injured? I suppose you must be if you’re visiting the medical captain.” You trailed off, sorting the papers neatly on the desk.

“No, yes, technically.” Dainsleif stood, brushing off his dark pants. You turned, quirking an eyebrow at him as he moved back to the captain’s desk to retrieve a glove that matched his other one. Was it worth it? To give up his secrets? To show just why they should stop speaking to him and run far far away? He grabbed his glove and hesitated, looking at the thick material. He shook his head, pulling the glove over his bandages.

“Well, if you’re ever in need of care and you’re in Mondstadt, just write. Ohm has been teaching me how to do what he does. Though I can’t really do it like him yet, I’m still a pretty alright healer.” You offered with a soft smile even though he wasn’t looking at you. Dainsleif hesitated, adjusting his glove. Kind, dedicated to a good cause, funny sometimes. He cursed his feelings.

Dainsleif turned towards you, pressing himself against the desk as if to steady himself. His eyes flicked to the side, he was clearly thinking of something. He closed his eyes for a moment, nodded to himself, and then opened them again. “Ask your mentor about the Twilight Sword. I’m afraid I must take my leave. Write to me.” Dainsleif pushed himself off the desk and with a swiftness you weren’t sure was human, he was gone.

Immediately you brought your nail to your arm, writing gently. ‘I like your cape.’

‘Thank you, I like your cloak.’

Oh he was awkward awkward. Cute. You smiled at the words before getting back to work, these medical reports wouldn’t process themselves, after all. Though his words played through your mind, Twilight Sword.. It was oddly familiar but no amount of examining your brain proved useful, oh well. You’d just have to ask later.

Ohm snickered with Kaeya as they watched Dainsleif breeze by them, practically throwing himself down the staircase and out the door. “I’ll bet you one thousand mora he left the explaining to me.” Ohm spoke when he heard the heavy door to the headquarters slam shut.

“Neither of us are dumb enough to bet that, he absolutely did.” Albedo commented, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “The feared Twilight Sword, Bough Keeper of Khaenri’ah brought down by a soulmate, so silly.”

“I don’t know, Albedo, I think it's quite endearing.” Kaeya teased, tapping his chin thoughtfully, but his eye told another story, glinting mischievously. “I’ll take that bet, Ohm. I’ll bet one thousand mora he tells them before he gets back to camp.” He held his hand out and Ohm took his hand, shaking it. Unfortunately, sealing Kaeya’s fate.

“Wait, hold on. I’ll bet one thousand mora he doesn’t do either.”

“That’s the spirit, alchemist.” Ohm shook hands with Albedo who huffed. “We should get back to work.” The medical captain gave a curt nod before he headed further up the stairs and towards the direction of his laboratory.

[hag-rambling-on]

Boys hc’s feats Diaspro

Riven

Riven Cassios was born to two Omega prisoners. What surprised everyone, because staying healthy enough to carry out a pregnancy on a planet that sucks your magic is... Obviously the Rocalucce Council keeps an eye on the planet, they took him out of there because no child would pay because his parents, and he has been in foster homes, although it doesn't last long since the requirements for his adoption were more strict than most -which in the long run the Council would realize was COUNTERPRODUCTIVE for his character-. That is what Darcy detects and why the high spheres are somewhat "permissive" with him.

His mother died giving birth, it was already miraculous that she lived so long and ‘bout his father I think I'm going to kill him too, maybe. The father I assure you would be love him (he called Riven to himself Daru, his gift) thought was not his initial idea, the mother always saw him as an experiment (she was a witch who followed the Ancenstresses). Ohm, also in his blood there are dark elves and giants.

Riven surname is actually the name of the galaxy where he was born or a derivation of it, as is common for orphans. So the boy knows NOTHING about the above.

Timmy and Riven are the only specialists who have passed the full course at Fonterossa, without skips. In the end they bond about it. Timmy gives him a recommendation to work as a part-time mechanic at Magix (good boy face, he knows how to use it)

Timmy

Timeus “tshhhh, it’s Timmy.... i’m not my grandfather” fulfills the physique requisits as much as any other specialist, but it is true that his physique and abilities, adapted to the distance, give him a more "feline" air.

He is also the one who wakes up at night and moves silently, scaringthe rest of the squad if they wake up unexpectedly.

His glasses are for both sight and Aura Vision. His parents are rich enough to pay for an operation, but since he would have to wear glasses for his ability anyway, why? Practical guy.

And the glasses make people look down on him, something that when his self-esteem is high and he’s being rational and cunning he knows it’s wonderful, although many others times may hurt. He is mostly leprechaum with something human.

Nex

Nex is still a Paladin born in Lymphea and with blood of literally ALL races. He adapts well to any planet, although not its people at first. His race mix makes his face “charismatic”, like always draw attention even if people don’t know very well why they are draw.

His ability is Delay Sleep. It allows him to hold over his need to sleep for days without going crazy or losing physical capacity or needing many days to recover (he can stay awake for 5 or more days, sleep 8-10 hours and go back to being his usual self). Sometimes he does not control this well and has plenty of energy in need of drop but he is the one who has the most control of his ability.

One of his parents spent time in Rocalucce Fortress as a "guest" so at times he feels like he has something to prove.

Roy

Coming from Andros, most of the population are merpeople with a few elves and humans. which avoids the 100% aquatic population. Roy, unlike Aisha is mostly human-elf with a bit of merpeople in a grandgrandgrand level. One of his parents comes from one of the colonies on the moons of Andros and he was born there although they moved almost immediately.

Roy’s paladin ability being the canon “Triton Aura” used to breathe underwater. That and learning to swim and drive all kinds of water vehicles was what made him feel "adapted" to Andros. But he always try to be useful.

He only became a Paladin at the beginning of season 6, and it was visiting him that the season began. He’s bi but he thinks of himself as straight.

Nabu

I plead guilty to liking Nabu even though I shipped Aisha with Flora and Nex. So I have a hard time thinking about him. Except, EVERY time I try to think of something. EVERY TIME. Rapunzel. So, he will never cut his hair.

But with an island instead of a tower and a babysitter (male and wizard) more dumbledoor (not, actually more like Newt Scamander mentor like).

Sometimes he misses out on some "social customs/things/normalcies" whatever is called due to his little dealing with people. He may seem naive or that don't understand sarcasm. He understands and learns quickly, but people were very respectful to him and there are things he is not used to. 1/2 merpeople 1/4 half elf 1/4 human as both of his parents are half merpeople.

He likes to swim as much as any merpeople, but they didn't let him do it much because they were afraid he would go away or lost, so he usually went off "to the heights", going up to the rooftops and things like that.

Helia

Helia is trans but keeps his first name as chosen name which I don’t understand. Also he has formally tried study practically everything he wanted. Specialist, Paladin, Wizard (of Threads). Painter.

He can't make up his mind, his family hurries him just to STOP making them dizzy and spend a few years with everything -and actually end a single “major” choice- he wants to experience, that he has a very long life and can dedicate a few decades to Everything and they can support them. Well, more or less, but he was vip pass to all these options because family connections.

Long story about Sky, Brandon and Dia.

Sky, Brandon and Diaspro's first meeting was a show. Has it all. Costumes, lies. Confusion. Kidnapping. And that is why Diaspro insists on the wedding (I would like to mention that although I don’t know her romantic orientation yet surely bi or lesbian, here, Dia is asexual. And Sky is non-binary but his parents do not approve so go for he/him to avoid problem with them. And here our story begins)

A bit of background. Brandon actually hails from Isis, the son of the military and was chosen by the whimsical chibi!Diaspro as a playmate and future personal guard (because then she believed that touching children gave "lice" and her character and age did not have the 18like wall of royal education, then in a random encounter he called her among many things what Dia's mind translated in a strange way "uncracked geode", which is a double-edged compliment in Isis that many would not accept from strangers but she liked it). Rarely they would end up becoming friends in the end. When the series begins, Brandon and Diaspro keep up with calls, which will prevent Dia's reaction with Bloom on the one hand.

On a visit (officially only from the kings of Erakyon to to the kings of Isis) for the children to get to know each other, somehow, they all ended up happily dressing up, with Sky and Dia looking like two pretty princesses and Brandon assessing whether his dress would be green or yellow because Diaspro insisted that she and Sky had already taken the blue and red and so it would be more "thematic".

Here began the first of many attacks on Sky's head, because before it had begun to be rumored (true) that Erendor had fertility problems (btw his race dwarf-high elf and Samara is leprechaum-high elf, Sky gots mostly high elf part). When they came in and saw two girls and a boy, Brandon, not the highest IQ, but one of the wisest of his team and definitely the best fighter, played along so he ended up pretending to be Sky (also helps that his hair colors looks like Erendor) Everything worked out well in the end, although Brandon ended up as Sky's squire (better for him, worse for Diaspro), and Diaspro made Sky promise that he owed her a big favor. Anyway they grew up over the years in friendship and they both knew they were not of each other's true love interest, but, they could put up with each other (because that's what royalty does).

Sky and Diaspro have a sonorous (affectionate) war over Sky's hair to annoy/exasperate Brandon. Diaspro always complains that he doesn't grow it and it would look great then. Sky says that he is fine as with his hair at it is (it's actually Erendor's thing). The soft part of Diaspro that she doesn't usually show off has taught Sky many ways to style his hair and subtly put on makeup to look more feminine if he wants to.

How I am amused by that image from wikipedia and that Diaspro entered Sky's guard so quickly. Another headcanon is that Diaspro would sometimes change her appearance a bit and go into Sky's guard to be with Brandon to annoy him and Sky, when Brandon has to talk about her without giving details, she is simply "his sister Charbonne" (she hates that alias). They were discovered when she was 15 years old but she had already trained and the royal families considered it a sign to formalize the engagement since “they search each other” (people only sees what they wants).

The Diaspro family is not good, first Brandon was a shield (emotional) because as a child they were not “that” bad and then Sky joined him (physically and politically), handling things with Bloom so like that was not a good idea when the floor was full of cracked bottles.

... omg i’m sorry you three i’m sorry what I did to you

Also, Brandon's ability as a green user is very interesting and helps with this a lot. I temporally call it “Keypoint Warning” and I like it a lot, it's like a "tic" that tells him "be careful, what you say, what you do now, even the smallest thing could change everything for youself (for better or for worse)”. He actually has a scar on his forehead (not a lightning bolt) that his hairstyle hides after “that” day but a little less fine on the words and the kidnappers might have broken his mouth so... His parents have been cured (spoiler: no) of heart attack since then.

[zephyra-in-the-house]

OhmToonz “A Night in the Dark”

Hello Tumblr! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. With college and whatnot, there’s a lot going on in my life at the moment. All fanfictions and drawings have been put on hold for a while. However, I have decided to start writing little side fics for my main story (which you can find here  on ao3 or here on Wattpad) in order to jump start my creative juices once again. Here, I have a little OhmToonz drabble that I wrote today. It’s not edited. I just figured I should post something. 

Enjoy!

Cartoonz POV: 19.514 A.E.A.W.

My head popped off the pillow with a small jolt. For a moment, I contemplated why I was awake. A quick glance at the clock on my bedside table said that it was 4:30am. Frowning, I tried rolling over and going back to sleep. I waited for several moments for sleep to take hold but it never did. Instead, I was left scowling at the wall in front of my face in the dark.

Groaning, I sat up and drew my hands over my face. With a deep sigh, I got up and trudged out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom. Delirious and I had been up until 1 in the morning watching movies. I hadn’t expected to be up so soon afterwards. 

However, on my way back from the bathroom, something tingled in the back of my mind. At first, I ignored it. On my way back to my room though, I passed the staircase leading upstairs. Instinctively, my attention was drawn to the top. I paused at the bottom steps, still feeling a strange buzz in my mind. Part of me wanted to go back to bed but another part knew I was awake now. There would be no sleep until I could figure out what was wrong.

So, I slowly made my way up the stairs. Delirious’ room sat at the top. However, knowing he was even more irritable than me when being woken up, I tried to be quiet to avoid waking him. As I passed his room, my eyes were drawn to the next door down. Suddenly, it made sense why I was awake. Even from here, I could hear the small sniffles coming from the room next door.

As quietly as possible, I made my way to the door and reached for the handle. Surprisingly, the door was already cracked open. From beyond, I could make out the quiet heart-wrenching sob that I hated so much.

Before I could even think about what I was doing, I pushed open the door. A quiet creak in the hinges caused the sniffles to stop immediately. Across the room, a figure sprouted from the bed frame. I froze unintentionally when a pair of iridescent green eyes burst into existence. It had been a while since I’d seen Ohm’s eyes without the bandana Delirious gave him. No matter how many times I saw them, they still stopped me dead in my tracks. There was a challenge in those green eyes- a warning. Heeding that warning, I straightened and leaned casually against the doorframe without approaching any further. Surprise flashed in the eyes burning through me as I spoke.

“Still awake huh?”

“Cartoonz.” Ohm whispered as though he’d just realized it was me. He paused for a moment. “How did you…?”

I shrugged and folded my arms. “My Ohm senses were tingling.”

Ohm narrowed his eyes caustically. I resisted the urge to shrink. After 7 years, it wasn’t often that I found Ohm intimidating but this was one of those exceptions. The irony lay in the fact that I could hear him stifling a sniffle in the silence that followed. My feet moved of their own accord at the sound. Within seconds, I found myself at the edge of his bed, looking down at the small burrito sitting beneath me. Ohm stared up at me, his eyes still heated. I could just make out his face under the faint glow of moonlight from a nearby window.

Without a word, I reached forward and gently brushed the back of a finger across his cheek. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut briefly. As much as I enjoyed the contact, the fact that my finger came away warm and wet made me do a full body cringe. Ohm stayed eerily still as I straightened.

“I knew it.” I whispered without a thought. Through the darkness, I could barely see Ohm’s teeth flash as he grimaced and turned away. I wanted to slap myself as I watched him curl self-consciously into his blankets.

Careful not to sound like I was sighing, I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The smell of rotten strawberries filtered into my nose as I did so, making me frown. Not only that, I noticed as I glanced down that Ohm’s blankets looked different. Even in the darkness, I could tell the top blanket was paler than the rest. Reaching down, I touched the outstretched cloth and found that it was fuzzier than I expected. I repressed a groan.

Of course he didn’t take that well. I grumbled, admonishing myself for speaking without thinking once again in this situation.

Sighing lightly, I sat down on the edge of the bed at a respectful distance. I could feel Ohm shift a little behind me. However, I resisted the urge to look over my shoulder and confirm that as I folded my hands in my lap.

“Given you have the blanket, I’m guessing you don’t wanna talk about it.”

Silence. Which was answer enough.

I nodded a little. “You know you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Your secrets are safe with me.”

For several moments, neither of us spoke. I could hear the sound of rain hitting the roof outside and the quiet hiss of the wind through the trees. Ohm’s sniffles were quieter and farther in between as time went on. I simply waited, my eyes flickering around the room. Things were becoming a little clearer in the darkness. I could just make out Ohm’s desk on the other side of the room. One of the pictures was laying flat on top of the dresser. From past experience, I knew it was one of the few pictures Ohm had of his favorite brother.

“How did you know?” The question drew me back abruptly from my thoughts.

“I told you-” I started with a smile only to be cut off by Ohm’s voice.

“Seriously Toonz.” I paused, unsure of what to say. This kind of thing had happened before once or twice but I still wasn’t entirely sure I had woken up because of Ohm.

“I don’t know. Something just felt off.” For a moment, he was silent. I resisted the urge to turn back as I heard him clear his throat.

“It was my family.” He said, voice barely above a whisper. His next words delivered a painful blow to my gut. “The day they tried selling me off.”

“Ohm...” Tension crackled through the air. He didn’t say anything, but I knew a warning when I felt it.

That explains the blanket. I thought to myself as I turned to look at him. 

Ohm was still curled up in the blankets. Green shimmered through the cracks of his eyelids. Anything from his eyes down was covered by the white fuzzy blanket which he had pulled up tightly around his shoulders. Part of me wondered if it still smelled like his brother, the one who helped him escape. Another part wished I could’ve met that brother and thanked him for helping bring Ohm into my life.

“You didn’t have to say anything if you were uncomfortable.” I chided him lightly. Ohm curled deeper into his blankets, his eyes closing fully. When he spoke, his voice was muffled.

“I rarely hide anything from you these days Toonzy. What’s one more thing to add to the list.”

“Thank you.” I half-whispered. That earned a confused arc of an eyebrow from Ohm as he glanced up at me. “For trusting me I mean.”

Ohm considered me for several moments. In any other circumstance, prolonged eye contact didn’t bother me. In fact, it was always the other person that looked away first whenever I made eye contact with them. 

There was something different about Ohm though. A certain intelligence and power I could see wreathing just below the surface. Looking into his eyes was like looking up into space and wondering if you’re actually upside down, looking down into the depths of the universe. His eyes made me question everything I knew about myself. I couldn’t bring myself to look away though. There was something alluring about that kind of existential questioning. Ohm made me question myself and my actions but, in doing so, made me want to be a better person. Whether I wanted to be better because of him and for him was a question I was finding myself wrestling more and more often these days.

My thoughts were broken as Ohm shifted and a hand was produced from under the blankets. Ohm dropped his gaze as he reached for me. Just before his fingers could touch my shirt, he hesitated. For a moment, I figured he’d draw back like usual. This time was different though. This time, he reached out and hooked his fingers in the hem of my shirt and fisted the material in desperation. As I watched, his eyes grew a little duller and more watery as he silently clung to me. My heart threatened to burst with warmth.

Ever so slowly, I reached back and pried his fingers from my shirt. He let go easy enough but now I could feel him shaking. Careful not to move too fast but without staying apart any longer than necessary, I stood and turned to face Ohm, his wrist still in my hand, and laid down on my side across from him. I propped my head up on one hand and allowed the other to rest with Ohm’s in between us. 

A soft sob racked his body as he squeezed his eyes shut. I frowned, my thumb rubbing little circles over the soft spot on Ohm’s wrist. That only seemed to draw a soft whine from somewhere deep within his chest. The sound drew me closer until I was looking up into what little of Ohm’s face I could see from mere inches away. I didn’t want to overstep my bounds. I knew Ohm was a stickler for personal boundaries but this felt like one of those times that I had to press them.

So, I shifted even closer until I could throw an arm around the burrito that was Ohm and draw him close to me. Soon, his face was against my chest. I could feel his warm breath even through my shirt as he let out a shallow gasp. For that singular moment, I was afraid I had gone too far.

My anxiety was thrown aside as Ohm clutched at my shirt. He buried his face into my chest and sobbed. This cry was nothing like before. He didn’t hold back. Suddenly, the flood gates were thrown open and my shirt was drenched in snot and tears. I didn’t mind though because, as time wore on and Ohm’s body grew tired of exuding so much energy, I could feel him relaxing bit by bit until his breathing evened out and his hands were loosely curled in my shirt. It was almost enough to make me cry as well. 

Ohm never trusted anyone. He had no reason to trust anyone. Anyone he’d ever met betrayed him in some way. To know that someone who never trusted anyone farther than he could throw them trusted battle-scarred prick and local asshole me was by far the greatest achievement I’d ever received in my life. That was enough for me to stay. Enough for me to fight through his hardened exterior, to soothe his traumas and open up my arms to him. Enough for me to say “I’m here for you and I will always be here for you”. Enough for me to stay up at 4 in the morning, watching over him as he slept peacefully probably for the first time in a while. And almost enough for me to finally get up the courage to tell him I loved him with my entire heart and soul. But not quite enough.

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you guys thought and whether or not I should post more of these.

[ladyamber]

Sirenade: Chapter Six

Greetings everyone and welcome to Sirenade. Thank you so much for the support so far and I’m so excited to write these next coming chapters in the coming week. I’m so grateful that I’m almost to 100 followers, and as always Stay Tuned! For next week’s chapter. Now without further adieu I present Chapter 6!

Start: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 5

Next: Chapter 7

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Chapter 6

A week had passed since Ryan decided against erasing Luke’s memory. Of course, not everyone was thrilled about the idea of a human who they barely knew knowing about the existence of sirens. At first Smitty nor Marcel has warmed up to the idea, least of all Marcel, but after seeing how happy Ohm was. Marcel learned to tolerate it, and Smitty was still taking some time to adjust to the newcomer. Evan had confirmed from Jonathan that Luke was a good person despite his southern rugged appearance, though Evan himself was a bit skeptical of Cartoonz. Despite all that Brock was the only one who had no problem with the older male, in fact, he became fast friends with Luke.

“You really like him don’t you?” Brock’s tease caused Ryan to light up with a shade of pink. Brock didn’t usually poke fun at his friends, but considering that a blind person could tell that Ryan had grown attached to Luke he couldn’t possibly resist.

“Maybe?” Ryan’s giggles had placed a smile on Brock’s face, it had been years since he had seen Ohm so lively. Like all the others no one talked much about their previous lives or why they came to Evernor to seek refuge. Brock knew that each member of his pod had been through a rough life. So he couldn’t feel anything but happiness when he saw them at peace.

“Are you planning on attending the Iris Festival this year? Luke asked if I’d go with him.” Brock winced at Ohm’s question. The Iris Festival brought back too many familiar memories of his past, something he desperately wished to forget, usually on this night he’d stay hidden in the underwater cavern attempting to block out the music and flood of flashbacks. None of the others would ask why he hated being around the festival’s joyous atmosphere, but he knew they were dying to get him to join them. As much as he wanted to, it seemed like too much for him. “Moo?”

Brock snapped out of his thoughts receiving a worried glance from Ryan. He ran his fingers through his loose locks while taking a deep breath to drown out his thoughts. “I’m fine. No, I don’t think I’ll be going this year either.”

“Brock you-” Before Ryan could complain about his decision a certain little bell rang as a certain Irishmen opened his workshop door and waved for Brock to come over. Brock glanced to Ryan before he reluctantly let him go. “We’re not finished I will convince you to go this year.”

“Don’t count on it.” His answer was dismissed as Ryan walked towards the shoreside (probably to see Luke) Brock quickly made his way towards the door of the workshop allowing the familiar bell to chime as he strolled in. He patiently waited for Brian as he assisted three large gentlemen at the register.

“No way, you three from Ireland too?”

“Dublin itself.” Brock felt the hair on his arm stand up. He didn’t know why, but the atmosphere surrounding the three men felt...dangerous. Maybe because they were newcomers, either way he wanted to make himself as invisible as possible. He quietly looked at some of the stores' products as he waited for Brian to wrap things up. 

“So what brings ye to our little town?”

“The usual. The sites, the festival, the legends.” Brock felt a shiver run down his spine as the smallest out of the three men casually talked with Brian. Even though he was turned around, he knew someone was looking right at him. Burning holes into him as if they were waiting for him to turn around and look directly at them. He resisted the urge as the discussion continued.

“Ah. Well sorry to disappoint buddy, but there hasn’t been a site of one in a long time.”

“You never know. Anyways t’anks for de stuff.”

As the three men walked out of the store Brock felt air reach his lungs and sighing in relief. He’d never such fear from a group of humans before, he’d make sure to avoid those three as much as possible. “Brocky.”

“Yeah?” Brock watched as Brian jumped over his cash register as Brian followed to where his voice came from. 

“You good? You seem a bit pale.” Brock smiled to try and disguise his worry.

“I’m good. Umm was there something you wanted to talk about or what?”

“Yeah, I...I wanted to know if you’d go with me to de festival tomorrow?”

Brock froze at Brian’s proposal the very thing he wished to avoid talking about was now being presented to him in a way that if he felt he couldn’t refuse. He’d be swimming in guilt all evening tomorrow if he turned down Brian, but he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t ready to relive the memories even if it was with Brian. He couldn’t have Brian look at him like he was a monster he would never forgive himself if he did.

“I can’t, not again?”

“What? What can’t you do again?”

“I-I can’t. I’m sorry....” Brock couldn’t stop himself from running out of the shop leaving behind a heartbroken Brian as he ran until his legs burned urging him to stop, but he keep going letting them lead him into the sea.

~*~

“Scotty!” Before Scott could put down his suitcase a figure lunged at him causing him to lose his balance.

“Fuck that hurt.” Scotty laughed as the small ball of energy complained about his own actions.

“You can blame yourself for that one, bud.” Scott inhaled the sweet smell of candy-filled smoke along with the familiar scent of the town. How he missed home. Sure visiting his hometown of Florida was a blast, even if his visit involved work, but the town of Evernor was a place he now called home. He’d missed his friends, the brewery and most of all his apartment. How he missed his bed too.

“How was your trip?” Smitty asked him he rolled off before he pulled Scott back up. “Was it fun, did you miss us?”

“Calm down Smitty he just got back. Let the guy breath.” But how he missed Marcel. The guy who always knew how to make him laugh and comfort him. Now he was here once again in the town he very much loved. He couldn’t be happier.

“It’s alright. My trip was fine, it did make me think about moving back to Florida.” Scotty laughed as the three faces in front of him shifted from joy to shock. “I’m kidding, there’s no way I’d move back. It’s too hot down there, but it was a lot of fun I got to help some marine life return to the ocean too.”

“That’s awesome, what kind of animals?” Scotty could practically see the excitement radiating off of Smitty.

“Some dolphins, a baby orca and I got to help with surgery on a sea turtle.” Scotty loved his job being a marine biologist, even if there was some irony to his job, he loved it nonetheless.

“Aww, what was wrong with it?”

“Fish hook.” As gross as it is, it was a duty that Scotty would do again and again to help save marine life. He hated getting those assignments because he always felt guilty though it was never really his fault. He was so relieved when the surgery went without complications.

“Yup that’ll do it. Marcel remember when I accidentally swim through the sand and got a fish hook stuck on my-” Marcel’s hand quickly covered Smitty’s mouth. Smitty eyes widened out of surprise before Marcel’s glare fell on directly on Smitty causing the younger male to slightly panic.

“No, wait I wanna hear the rest of the story.”

“Maybe later I kind of wanted to talk to you. Alone.” Scotty questioned why Marcel throw a glare at Smitty and John (who was making quiet kiss noises in the background) but shrugged it off.

“Sure come one you can help with my stuff.” Marcel quickly helped with Scott’s luggage as Smitty and John walked into the town. “Whatcha wanna talk about?”

“I umm...I wanted to umm...I just...I was wondering-” Scotty listened to the stuttering of his usually confident and cold friend (which he found hilarious) as it caused him to turn into a nervous wreck.

“Yes?”

“Will you come with me to the festival tomorrow?” Scott looked back at Marcel to see looking at the ground in shame? Maybe not shame, but it seemed like it.

“Of course we always go to the festival together it’s what friends do.” Scotty gave Marcel a soft smile as he returned one before Scotty unlocked his apartment. Allowing the two into the small living quarters. Scott thought he heard Marcel say something else, but shook it off. He could have sworn he heard him say something like.

“I wish it could be different this year.”

[bards-witcher]

What if someone wrote a story for OhmToonz based around the song I know I’m a wolf by Young Heretics? Like Cartoonz would be the ‘wolf’ and Ohm would be the ‘rabbit’.

Okay so I listened to the song and read through people’s comments and there are some dark theories with the song which I decided to play on a bit XD.

Listen to the song here.

Warning: There is abuse/death in this so please don’t read it if it’s not your thing. 

Also, I don’t want to offend anyone with how I potentially treated issues in this fic, if I have grossly misrepresented something please tell me so I can fix it :)

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[Ohm POV]

It was Tuesday evening, and like most evenings he had nothing special going on, so like normal he was lounging across his couch and trying to pay attention to the show playing on his TV, however, he’d long since lost attention in it and the plot was now far beyond his understanding.

As he was watching who he thinks is the suspect be interrogated, he hears a knock on the door, somewhat thankful for the distraction as he gets up off his couch to open his door.

He was expecting any one of friends to potentially drop by, maybe a neighbor asking if he had any eggs or sugar, but what he didn’t expect was to be looking up at his ex-boyfriend Luke, the same boyfriend who hadn’t hesitated to slap him around when he didn’t get what he wanted.

A spike of fear ran through him and immediately he tried to shut the door, only for Luke to step his foot in the way, keeping the door open no matter how hard he pushed against it in an effort to close it.

“I know I’m probably the last person you wanna see Ryan, but please can we just talk for a minute? I know I’ve been an asshole, and a bastard and every foul name under the sun but please can we just talk? I won’t try to come in I swear”

With a sigh he stopped his efforts in trying to shut the door, instead opening it slightly so that he could peer out, but that he could still somewhat shut the door if he had to, the hand behind the door pulling out his phone and putting 911 on speed dial just in case.

“Say what you want to say and leave, I want nothing to do with you” It hadn’t even been a minute and he could already feel tears burning behind his eyes, and it took all of his willpower not to let them fall.

“I want you back Ryan, I love-“

He couldn’t help his scoff as he tried to shut the door once again “You’ve got to be kidding me, Luke, did you honestly think I’d give you a second chance after what you did to me?”

“I know, I did the worst thing imaginable, and I hate myself for it more and more every day. There are no words to tell you how sorry I am for treatin’ you like that, but I’m better now, I-”

“Luke I want you to-“

“No please, just listen. Since you left me I’ve been a complete wreck, half the time I couldn’t bear to get up off the couch…”

“Oh, woe is you-”

“…But I realized how something was not…right with me. So, I sought help, I’m seeing a therapist, and I’ve got a stable job at a car shop, all that’s missing is you, Ryan.”

“You punched me in the face Luke, and for what? Because I didn’t clear your dishes?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I had no idea what was goin’ through my mind, it was so so wrong of me to even think of layin’ a hand on you like that-“

“You broke my nose, Luke!” He tried not to let the visible wince from Luke affect his standing in the matter.

“Look, I’m not sayin’ we pick up where we left off or anything, but please, just give me a chance, the smallest chance you can so I can prove to you I’m different, that I’ve changed”

He let out a sigh as he rubbed at his eyes “Luke-“

“Please. Please, Ryan. Please, I know you still have feelings for me, just as I do for you, give me a chance to make things right, I’m beggin’ you”

Despite the part of his brain telling him to shut the door for good, to literally and figuratively close the door on this part of his life, he couldn’t deny the older man’s words. Despite his best efforts to put all of his anger and hatred towards the other man, he still loved him, still wishes he could wake up to version of Luke that had placed gentle kisses across his face to wake him up, and who’d be at his beck and call after a particularly stressful day of work.

He looked up at the taller man, trying to find any hint of a lie or malice, but all he found were the pleas of a desperate man, begging for anything he had to offer.

“One chance, you get one chance, or I’m gone. You so much as flick a finger at me then we’re done, for good, understood?”

He could see the relief wash over the man’s face and he allowed himself to feel the smallest spark of hope light up in his chest before they said their goodbyes, shutting the door behind him he fell to the floor questioning whether his choice was the right one.

**********

Things were tense at first, the first few times they met up he always made sure to have a friend with him and always made sure they were in a public place, just in case things were to go south, not that he expected Luke to be dumb enough to actually attack him in public.

Eventually, though, he gradually became more comfortable being around the older man, a few months after Luke had first turned up at his door and he was now inviting him over for dinner and to play some games, something that had been the norm for them back when things were good between them.

He feels some trepidation, in the beginning, making sure to tread carefully and to be aware should the older man's mood change at an instant, but no such change came. Instead, he found himself relaxing against the man next to him as the night wore on, laughing in a way he hadn’t for a very long time and genuinely having fun.

He allowed that little feeling of hope to grow when Luke offered to wash up the dishes, cleaning the kitchen as well, before saying his farewells. They were teenagers almost, standing shyly in his doorway as they determined what to say or do next, and he was slightly endeared by a blushing Luke who was trying to get out just how much he enjoyed tonight.

He leaned up to kiss the man’s cheek, noticing his blush get redder before they finally left each other for the night.

**********

Over the next couple of months, Luke started coming around to his more and more often, and it’s almost like the first time they were together, Luke devoted and willing to do anything and everything he could for him.

So, caught up in their ever-changing relationship that he paid no mind to the increasing pile of Lukes’ belongings making their way into his apartment, instead letting out a fond sigh before finding a place to put the item with the multitude of others.

Tonight, he and Luke are cuddled up together on the couch watching some show Brock had recommended to him, when in the corner of his eye he notices Luke swiping through his phone and tapping out a message, not long after the older man pried himself away from him as he made his way towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be back in about an hour, ‘kay”

“Luke, this is my only night off this week, you agreed to spend the night with me so unless it’s some kind of emergency-“

“I said it’s none of your business Ryan, so leave it” Just as Luke turned to leave he got up off the couch and ran after him.

“No, you don’t get to just leave without an explanation, so tell me what the hell is going on Luke”

Before he could blink he felt Luke slap him across the face, his face already burning hot from the impact as tears began to brim his eyes, all he could do was stare at the older man in shock before Luke seemed to come to his senses, apology quick on his lips.

“Ryan, I’m sor-“

“Get out”

“Ryan, please, I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

“Get the fuck out now or I’m calling the police”

“Ryan, c’mon…“

He didn’t listen to what Luke had to say, instead turning his back on him as he headed towards the couch where his phone now lay, planning on going through with his threat, at least that was until strong arms wrap around him.

“Let go of me, Luke! I want you gone; I want you out. I never should’ve given you another chance” He only felt the arms around him get tighter, but with a well-aimed kick he was able to break free, quickly grabbing his phone before running towards his bedroom where he could lock himself inside.

However, just as he was closing the door, Luke came barrelling through it, a murderous look on his face as he wrestled the phone out of his hand and threw it across the room. He felt pure terror as he saw Luke stalk towards him, unable to stop the tears now streaming down his face as he begged Luke to leave.

Instead he felt a gentle hand come to rest on his cheek, thumb swiping along his cheek in an effort to get rid of some of the tears that had spilled, but he wanted to throw up, to smack the hand away, but it was his fear of the man in front of him that prevented him from doing so.

His breath got caught in his throat for a moment when said hand moved down the side of his face to rest against the bottom of his neck, and this time he did react, breaking himself away from the touch as he tried to move across to the other side of the room.

“Why couldn’t you be good Ryan? Why do you have to ask so many questions when it’s none of your business?”

“Luke, please…go, I don’t-“

He stopped when once again Luke stormed towards him, grabbing a hold of his neck and he clawed at the tight grip around it as he tried to breathe whatever air could.

“Why couldn’t you be happy? We were happy, weren’t we? I’ve tried so hard to be good for you but no matter what I do you always berate and snap at me”

He tried clawing, kicking anything he could to try and break the other man’s hold, but nothing worked, he could only plea on deaf ears as black spots started to appear across his vision.

“I love you so much Ryan, why can’t you see that? I’d do anything for you…”

He couldn’t hear the rest of what Luke wanted to say, a ringing in his hears getting louder as the darkness started to invade his vision, with the last of his energy he tried to scratch at the hand around his throat but still Luke took no notice of his peril, tears falling out of his eyes as he prayed for the wellbeing of his friends and family until there was no more breath to be had.

“..do you even love me Ry?” Luke looked at the man in front of him, failing to notice his limp frame and glazed over eyes as he shook him slightly, letting the man go so he could speak, only to watch in horror as he saw the smaller man's body crumple to the floor in front of him.

“Ryan? Nonononono, please no, you can’t-“ He collapsed onto the floor, moving the body so that he could try and attempt CPR, but it wasn’t too long before he realized that he was too late, the sight of the purple bruising around Ryan’s’ neck almost causing him to throw up. “Ryan, please. I’m so sorry, I love you, please don’t be dead. RYAN!”

He could only rest his head against the younger man’s chest as tears spilled out of him, pleading for Ryan to come back, but there was no answer, the only sound being his cries and apologies for the man he loved falling on deaf ears.

[usertoxicyaoi]

so let’s talk about he’s coming to me bc this show deserves some serious hype for how it’s doing right now.

honestly, at first i was so sceptical about the show. most likely bc it was a gmmtv series and we all know gmmtv series’ mostly disappoint. but i saw the trailer, saw that ohm was in it, and that had me curious. mostly bc i’ve missed ohm so much, and i still remember how well he acted in make it right (probably one of the first ever bl’s i watched), and so when i saw him in the trailer after so long, i really was curious to see what the show was about. plus with singto and sing and chimon in the show too? that really really had me curious bc i’ve never seen them 4 work together, although i’ve seen them on various gmmtv series’ so many times. now that i look at interviews where those 4 are together, their dynamics are truly so authentic and organic, and it shows on screen.

then i got to the plot. and that had me even more intrigued. after the disaster that was my dream i was so wary of anything remotely supernatural within bl shows. but hctm in itself is so much more than that? the supernatural part, yes, plays a huge role, but it normalises itself out, in terms of there being a balance of everything being shown. it’s not overshadowing or overpowering or in your face all the time. it only is when it needs to be, otherwise its shown in a very subtle, easy on the eye way, without complexities or leaving you with more new questions whilst leaving your previous ones unanswered. the plot in this show is truly what makes this show stand out so much. it’s fast paced, with no plotholes that leave you confused, and its character driven and the show doesn’t waste airtime on unnecessary things. there’s an equal mix of comedy to balance out the seriousness of the topics discussed on the show, and even the “cliche” scenes don’t feel awkward one bit. because the dialogue and the manner of scene delivery makes the scenes feel so wholesome.

add in the fact that the show is shot so, so beautifully? it really has a modern feel to it, with such a nice use of colours and landscapes and meticulous use of wide and zoomed in shots for purpose. the music score is so beautiful, not too loud and distracting or cringeworthy. the cgi use is kept literally to a bare minimum for purposeful use only. 

queerbaiting. that’s probably one fear i think everyone has with this show. but the show literally hasn’t queerbaited at all, in the slightest. you watch the trailer, and there is literally no indication given of queerbaiting. we know its a bl show, its a show displaying and telling a love story between met and thun. and the trailer shows that. and so far, the show has been showing exactly that too. there is a very clear love story being told. but its not in the usual typical manner. its a lot more wholesome, holistic, and much more heavily focused on the emotional growth of the feelings met and thun have for one another. of course, there’s some elements of physical focus too, but thats not the main focus/point the show is trying to display. and so, does that mean the show is queerbaiting, because we’re already halfway through the show and there hasn’t been an obvious kiss/physical display of attraction between met and thun? i don’t think so. but for those who are watching the show, they know there’s been a very steady momentum building between met and thun, and its been so sweet to see that emotional growth being given so much airtime and focus.

the characters. the characters are truly so, so refreshing. you have met who’s a spirit that singto is absolutely killing it whilst acting as him. his microexpressions, the little nuances, the fact that he can switch from being cheeky and energetic to someone falling in love to completely serious to someone who you feel so, so sorry for, is astounding. you have thun, a law student who plays basketball for his college team that can communicate with spirits, and honestly, i can’t see anyone but ohm play thun. thun is a tease, but so considerate and kind and gentle to the people in his life. he’s someone who is also struggling with his sexuality and isn’t afraid to voice that out or run away from accepting that he is. he’s not taken met for granted and does so much for him, unconditionally. you have thun’s friends: plaifah, prince and khem, and the 4 of them as friends truly feels like they share a natural, deep-rooted friendship. the sideplots, such as prince’s unrequited feelings for plai, plai’s confusion on whether she likes thun or not (and in fact, plai in herself is such a wonderful character since she’s the only main girl on the show, but she’s such an important character that is given that level of respect and attention), khem’s ever increasing role in helping thun find out more information about met, all of these are handled so well and are woven into the main storyline so seamlessly.

all in all, the show’s been a literal breath of fresh air that leaves you feeling so content and ... satisfied and happy after watching it. i’m surprised constantly that this is a gmmtv show, and i just hope it gets a season 2 bc it deserves it. i’ve never seen a bl like it. ohm and singto’s chemistry is outstanding. and the engaging thing about the show is its unpredictability, in the sense that the show uses a lot of foreshadowing, and building on what’s been shown in the previous episode, and yet it still has an element of surprise, since its impossible to guess or predict what could happen next, whilst remaining in a boundary that doesn’t make the whole plot seem out of touch or hard to connect with. its such a wholesome show that gives equal importance to love, friendship and family. i promise you, you won’t regret watching the show, and once you start it, you will fall in love with it. every single bit of it.

[dont-doubt-dopple]

I'm ... Alive? (Ohmtoonz GTA AU)

A/N: So, I only partially blame me writing this to @poly-bus (great blog, check them out!) for getting the gears going and my brain for coming up with so many ideas for this. So, don’t panic, more is coming. Especially since this one is only Ohmtoonz and there is no Del or Bryce yet. They’re later, I promise. But enjoy!

Also, I’m stuck between doing another Ohmtoonz next or upgrading to H2O Ohmtoonz. Let me know which one you guys prefer.

~•~

“Do you know why I’m here?” Luke asked as he pinned the former client against the wall. The man was shaking like a leaf, his five eight stature seem like nothing compared to Luke’s six flat stance. The latter had to lift the quivering man just to get him to eye level.

“Because I owe you money?” Luke rolled his eyes quick before pushing his silenced pistol against the other man’s forehead. His eyes seemed to bulge out of his sockets at the inclusion of the new element.

“You don’t seem to learn, do you? This is a business, not a charity. I need the money NOW. Plus interest, of course.” Eyes never left the gun as beads of sweat dropped down.

“Listen, man. I can get it back to you. Just … give me time! I need more time.” The gun buried itself deeper into the man’s forehead.

“Times Up.” CaRtOoNz deadpanned, just as he heard another gun cock. It pressed itself against the back of his head.

“That goes for you as well.” A new voice, steady, replied. Luke pulled the trigger on the pistol, making sure it was only him and his aggressor in the alley. He made sure to the corpse up so there were no squealers. “Drop the gun.” Luke complied, holding the weapon out before dropping it a considerable distance away from himself. “Now drop the man.”

“Gladly~” Luke replied, dropping the lifeless body to the ground. “Although, it’s not so much a person anymore as it it a body.” The other person seemed to growl under their breath, and the smirk on Luke’s face only seemed to grow. “Mind if I turn around to see your pretty face?”

“Why not? Last face you’re going to see anyways.” Luke scoffed at the statement.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that phrase.” Luke took the time to reach around and grab the gun pressed against him. He twisted left, making his assailant loose his grip on the weapon as he pulled it foreword. He quickly turned, pointing the attackers weapon back on him.

Luke was met with a fine specimen. Hazel eyes stared back at him with determination not to give up anymore ground. His expression was hidden behind a gray bandanna painted with an omega symbol on the front. He was built, that much he could tell from his natural guns as he raised his arms.

“Who. Hired. You?” Luke punctuated, making sure his lust for the man in front of him didn’t show through his words. Luckily for him, he was able to hide his emotions very well.

“Can’t say. Clients are very scarce these days, and I don’t want to betray them.” The man in front of him smirked, just a little. “Not everyone can afford me.” CaRtOoNz frowned. High profile hitman, obviously.

“Why aren’t I dead than?” He blurted, trying to connect pieces of a puzzle that didn’t quite for. The hitman raised an eyebrow, and hesitated a moment before replying.

“Your profile said you were the leader of one of the most prominent gangs in this city. Wasn’t going to eliminate another potential client. After all, this is a business.” He felt like the whole story wasn’t being told, but he left the issue slide. He needed to get out of here, before anyone realized a complication had occurred.

“Name?”

“Ohmwrecker.” Luke had heard the name floating around before, though he’d never had a need to use it. He’s always had confidence in his own abilities and those of his gang to get things done. He already had an ex-assassin on his side anyways, so what was the point of a hitman anyways?

“Alright then, Ohmwrecker.” Luke said, bending down to pick up his silenced pistol from the ground, before tossing Ohm’s pistol behind him. Ohm didn’t make a move to retrieve it as it was clear that Luke had control of the situation. “I would kill you, but you’re too handsome of an offer to pass up.”

“That supposed to be a compliment?” Ohm asked, and Luke laughed.

“Call me sometime, Ohmie~” Luke smiled, and walked away from the hitman. He didn’t need to look back to know he’d won that.

~•~

He was still stuck in Luke’s head. Ohmwrecker plagued his thoughts and left him with a sleepless night and a tired morning. Here he was, trying to drown his tiredness in coffee at a local Starbucks, all while a hitman that tried to kill him dominated his mind.

“Seat taken?” Luke looked up to stare back at familiar hazel eyes, and lips finally not concealed by a bandana. Luke matched Ohm’s warm smile, and gestured to indicate the seat was free.

“Well you obviously didn’t need my number to find me.” Luke stated, quickly taking a sip from his drink. Ohm laughed, while tried his hardest not to make out with him right then in there.

“A hitman must know how to locate his target, CaRtOoNz.” He purred. Luke held up his hand.

“We’re in public, baby. Call me Luke.” He could practically feel the sweat forming on his brow. Some of his best men didn’t even know that much about it, and here he was spilling it to a complete stranger that he’d managed to become infatuated with in under 24 hours.

“Well, in that case.” The hitman held out his hand. “The name’s Ryan. Pleasure to meat you.” Luke smiled and took the hand.

“The pleasure is all mine.” They broke away, and the two began talking. Talking as if they didn’t have a gun pointed at each other not a day earlier. Like their friends had set them up because the sexual tension was too much. If anyone looked their way, they would see two dudes trying to stubbly lean towards each other at a Starbucks table because they’re totally gay.

“So … is this a date then?” Ryan asked, hopefully.

“Yes.” Luke didn’t stutter, but the quick response had the other nearly choke on his drink. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Ryan waved off, pounding his fist twice on his chest to make sure everything was clear. “I just wasn’t expecting such a … direct answer.”

“Well, I’m a very direct man who is about to ask you a very direct question.” Luke proclaimed, before leaning his body toward Ryan as much as he could. “You want to be my boyfriend?”

Ryan pretended to scoff. “At least take me to dinner first.”

“Sorry if I wanted me to claim that ass of yours before anyone else did. Though, I didn’t quite get a good view of it yesterday.” Luke stands, trying to get different angles off to see Ryan’s butt. “I bet you got some good shots of my ass yesterday.” Luke turned around, and proceeded to strike poses while flaunting off his ass. He glanced at Ohm’s reddening face on his over the shoulder shot, and quickly morphed into a more … hinting pose.

“Luke…” Ryan whined. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“First off, if I’m embarrassing anyone it’s myself.” Luke explained as he retook his seat. “You’re not the one flaunting themselves off in a Starbucks. And second of all, you’re not inviting anyone of these people to your next family barbecue. So I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.” Luke leaned back in his seat, finishing off the drink he had ordered. “Still didn’t tell me if you got some good shots of my ass.”

“That’s … actually the reason you’re alive.” Ryan muttered, loud enough for Luke to hear but soft enough that nobody else did.

“Care to … elaborate maybe?”

“The deal you had the day before yesterday. I was on the roof of the building across the street from where you meet. I had just gotten you lined up in my scope when you turned around. I … I couldn’t pull the trigger. You were so goddamn HOT. Honestly the rest of the time I was staring at your ass. It’s a nice one; I have to admit.”

Luke blinked. “Well, … who know the mighty Ohmwrecker’s weakness was the fabulous CaRtOoNz’s booty.” Ryan playfully slapped him.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” Ryan smirked.

“Okay.” Before Luke knew what was happening, Ryan had grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. After the initial shock, he let himself melt into the softness of Ryan’s lips. They said firing a gun had the same reaction as a passionate kiss. But Luke had fired tons of guns and nothing compared to this. Ryan broke away, there was a moment as both stayed silent. They could hear each other breaths as their foreheads remained touched.

“At least take me to dinner first” Luke finally said to break the silence.

“Shut up.”

[chinxino5-blog]

It’s A Package Deal - Five

Bryce was tugged out of his rest with a hand pulling his wrist. His dream drifted away from him, and he put all the effort he could into rolling over to allow the hand looser access to his arm. Instead of leaving him be, the hand grabbed his shoulder and shook him roughly.

He was just about ready to hold a pillow over his face until his offender left him alone.

“Get up and shower now before I go to bed,” Ohm’s voice cut into the void of his thoughts and he groaned loudly to show his blatant lack of enthusiasm. He was comfortable to sleep for twenty hours, if only he could, and being woken up after only a few wasn’t something he desired. Ohm cared nothing for his desires, clearly, and shook him by the shoulder a second time. “McQuaid, get up.”

With laziness heavy in his mind, the blonde complied with reluctant haste. No matter how exhausted he was, he didn’t want to piss Ohm off any more than he had to.

For that reason he allowed himself to be lead to the bathroom by the irritated brunette and left alone to undress and step under the cold water. He let his head fall to rest on the soft pink tiles. Water ran from his hair down his face, pooling in the creases of his closed eyes, and catching on his eyelashes, lips and jaw.

He barely managed to stay awake, resting against the shower wall, before Ohm was knocking on the door and demanding he get out. After towelling himself off and changing into thick pyjama pants, he removed himself from the room and dragged his feet over to his bed. Actually getting under the covers, he curled in on himself, feet and fingers freezing as he tucked his hands under the waistband of his pants to keep them relatively warm.

To his sorrow, the cool shower had woken him, and he didn’t manage to drop into sleep the moment he had returned to the bed as he’d hoped.

Ohm had watched the blonde over the top of his book as Bryce’d left the bathroom and moved to his bed. He watched, unnoticed, as the drowsy man slipped under the covers. Bryce only looked over when Ohm stood, fetching a pair of handcuffs from the bag and moving to the other’s side. He held out a hand, and Bryce shuffled back to sit up a bit. His blue gaze trained on the waiting hand and he reluctantly offered his right wrist. He was swiftly cuffed to the bed post before Ohm returned to his own bed and switched off the lamp.

For a moment, Bryce didn’t move – a floodgate opening to allow the constant rush of thoughts to filter back into his mind. He hesitantly laid back down, his toes cold under the thick blankets. Why was Ohm so closed off? Was he always so controlling? So threatening, and overpowering?

His gaze stuck to Ohm’s clothed shoulders which rolled away as he got comfortable in his own bed a few metres away. Bryce withdrew from the dark room, wondering about the man across from him. What got him into such a business? Was Bryce the first to be kidnapped? What else did he do?

“Do you fucking mind?” Bryce startled out of his thoughts as Ohm rolled over and glared at him through the dark. His voice was as sharp as ever, not even the slightest amount of tire or exhaustion resting on his words and his glare was just as strong through the night. At Bryce’s confused, shocked silence he huffed, turning back away from him. “Stop staring holes into my fucking back and go the Hell to sleep.”

Embarrassment softened Bryce’s shock and he felt his cheeks glow in the night. “S-sorry, I zoned out.” He turned away also, facing the faded cream coloured wall. Ohm grumbled something inaudible and silence once again began forming between them. The brunette glared at the lamp beside him, aggravated over every little thing Bryce did.

He knew he wouldn’t sleep, settling in to have a strong ten hours of thought and paranoia. Fortunately, the silence of the room was beginning to settle over him like a thick blanket. It warded off any unwanted thoughts and dreams and people and allowed him to process his thoughts in peace. It allowed him to rest and think and-

“I can’t sleep.”

Ohm’s eyes rolled back in his head, holding back the over exaggerated groan that was ready to stab Bryce in the throat. Instead, he forced himself to breathe and calm down. “What do you want me to do about it?” It was hard to keep himself from growling at the boy, and no matter how hard he did try, his words were sharp and angry. The sarcasm was definitely thick in his tone and the other scoffed softly.

He heard Bryce shuffle between the sheets, and the cuff around his wrist clinked, forcing him to shuffle back to however he was laying in the first place. Ohm shifted to lie on his back and stared up at the roof as Bryce struggled to find a comfortable position to lie in with the cuff on.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked, settling somehow and Ohm closed his eyes, head falling to stare through the darkness in Bryce’s general direction. Truthfully, the brunette was glad of the blonde’s silence for the entire day – he was genuinely surprised at how true to his word he’d been – but that didn’t make him any more accepting to hearing his voice.

Especially when he wanted to rest.

“No.”

“Do you usually do this?”

A heavy sigh left his lips. It was hopeful to wish for a silent night. “Do what?”

The hand cuffs clinked again and Bryce coughed into his pillow, staring into the void around him with calm, big eyes. “Kidnap people.”

Ohm snorted, his lips quirking in a slight smirk at the word “kidnap”. It was an odd word. It made it sound like he travelled in a white van and offered children candy. It made him sound like a paedophile and he found amusing, seeing as it indicated that Bryce himself was a child. But no, travelling with Bryce was decidedly worse than travelling with a child.

“No.” His voice was slightly softer, Bryce noticed, almost humoured by what he’d suggested.

But no? He didn’t kidnap people? “Well then… what do you do?”

Again, Ohm smirked to the darkness around him. It grinned back. “I don’t think knowing will help you sleep,” he told the blonde, arching his back in the uncomfortable bed. He didn’t like the idea of waking up sore, and he almost thought sleeping in the car was a better idea.

The pillows were stuffed with feathers, which some people may assume is soft and comfortable, except it wasn’t. A million tiny needles were pricking the back of his head and neck and no matter where he lay his head, he couldn’t find comfort. Nor were there any other spare pillows that weren’t used for torture. He wondered how Bryce wasn’t complaining about his pillow yet, seeing as he had a voice for everything. Perhaps he’d believe Ohm would be able to conjure up a silk one out of air just for him?

“It might.” Bryce’s voice sounded just awake as his own, seeing as the two were far too wound up, and far too deep in thought to get anywhere close to sleep.

Bryce hated sleepless nights. He hated not doing anything. It wasn’t that he was impatient, he just didn’t like sitting still and doing nothing. He liked to use his fingers, tapping or clicking or holding a pencil – he liked to be using time for things other than staring at walls. He liked to talk, tell stories, ask questions, sing. He liked to be doing things, and with one hand cuffed and his movement restricted he felt extremely uncomfortable and unhappy.

Having the chance of making actual conversation with Ohm, even if it only meant learning his favourite colour, was something to do. Plus, he hated having to be joined at the hip with a man he knew nothing about. Nothing but a nickname and a face. Bryce at least wanted so know something about the guy’s life.

“I’m a hitman,” Ohm’s smirk faltered slightly as the words left his mouth. He thought it would be a little bit more satisfying to scare the guy. It only left a bitter taste on his tongue at the thought of his job. How he did have so much money. How he lived. What he’d done. What he would continue to do for a long time…

Bryce didn’t say anything. The word “hitman” was a bit hard to swallow, a bit thick to sink in. The fact that he was a hitman’s subject was even harder to understand. Anyone sensible would be just as horror-struck. For one, he was travelling with a hitman. A murderer. A guy who killed people for money. Two, he was the subject of a hitman. He was going to be turned into money the moment Ohm dropped him off on some gang’s doorstep. Fortunately, he wasn’t supposed to be killed, but being dropped off by a hitman didn’t make him happy. He wasn’t going to be dropped off at Disneyland or some shit, he was going to be interrogated, and likely tortured. He was going to be used as bait for his own boyfriend.

The fact that he was sleeping in the same room as a hitman had shivers crawling up his spine like spiders, his arm awkwardly twisted up because of the cuff. He couldn’t lie comfortably and the cold that washed over his body like ice made him feel like he was going to shatter where he lay.

He couldn’t control his thoughts, thinking about the gun on the bedside table on the other side of the room. He thought about the hands that pulled him across the road; that cuffed him to the car and to the bed. What his gun had done. How many times the trigger had been pulled. How many times the trigger had stolen lives. What he’d used his hands for. How many people had died to them, how many times had he grabbed people, or held guns, or held knives, or held throats.

“O-oh,” he murmured, his voice clogging up his throat with fear and concern and the cycling thoughts of panic whirling around his mind. He cast a worried glance in the direction of Ohm’s bed. The darkness was too thick around them to let him actually see the man but his presence was definitely felt. It was cold.

Ohm’s smirk had faded to a grimace as he flipped over and faced back away from the now silent blonde. He’d clearly shocked the guy speechless and felt far less great about it than he thought he would have. He thought it would bring him joy to cause the other fear, to make him worry and stress and be so scared he had nothing else to talk about.

Instead he felt sick. He felt like he was covered in dirt, covered in blood. He felt disgusting. The fact that he took lives and ruined lives and shattered lives, a reminder of how he made money. A reminder of the fear that settled in stomachs at the idea of him. A name. A symbol. A gunshot. A reminder that he didn’t have a family, he didn’t have friends, he didn’t go to college, or work at the hospital he always dreamed of working at.

He was a hitman. And that was all he’d ever be.

But despite the heaviness and filth that settled in his lungs, the silence was sweet. The peace that settled among them again. The soft nothingness that could consume him, nothingness that could swallow him up. He already felt the thoughts filling up his lungs, and let his eyes rest shut as he drew up different ideas and hopes for his future.

Forgetting the murder. Forgetting the blood. Forgetting the horror of every day where he was hunting, killing, stalking someone. Where he was counting money in brief cases and spending it all away to drag himself through the days.

A future alone with a small cat, in a small house, with a small life. A new life. A life with less murder and blood and horror. A life where he could breathe.

He loved the peace. The serenity of just him and his thoughts. He couldn’t get enough, he could never get enough. He drowned in it.

“How’d you end up becoming a hitman?”

This time Ohm didn’t try to restrain his loud groan, flopping over onto his front and pressing his face down into the torture-pillow. “Go the fuck to sleep Bryce,” he snarled with a voice completely lacking malice.

Bryce didn’t say anything more, but didn’t find sleep either. He resorted to laying still and silent. He let his thoughts swirl around him, flashing in the darkness and lifting him into the void. He let his mind wander, thinking about how much nicer “Bryce” sounded on Ohm’s tongue instead of “McQuaid”.

First: Prologue

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Next: Six

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[meowzebub]

This kinda got out of control and was much longer then I meant, check last paragraph for long story short.

So I’ve spent the last 24 hours awake because of the class is had but between the anxiety and being awake to long I literally can’t sleep. Like I share a room and it's gotten to the point where the persons snoring makes me pissed, even the cat scratching at the door makes me want to punch a wall. Then I saw that ohm was doing a livestream and figured “okay maybe that’ll help me sleep” and so I just spent like the last 4-4.5 hours watching him play dead by daylight and just talk about his puppy named Buddy. And it was working, he had calmed me down to the point were the only thing I was paying attention to was his voice and I was falling asleep. That was until the person I share a room with woke up (for like a split second) started talking loudly then started snoring even louder. And even if it sounds like I’m complaining that’s not what I mean to do. A lot of people I talk to face to face tease me (or are like “ohhh your that kind of person”) when I tell them how much these YouTubers that I’ve never met mean to me and how they help me, and it’s gotten to the point where I’m ashamed and embarrassed to say such things out loud. But if I were to tell them that “a friend helped me calm down from being highly irritated yesterday” no one bats and eye. And even tho I’ve never met these people (and probably never will meet any of them) it’s almost as if they are my friends. (And I know many of you see it in a similar way.) Because to me a friend is someone who helps you smile when you don’t think you can, and that’s what these guys do! I know it doesn’t make sense to a lot of people cause their talking to a camera that’s supposed to be thousands if not millions of people and your only one of those people that their talking at but coming from a person who doesn’t talk much them self it’s nice to listen to someone talking to you as if you’re in the room with them. So I’m going to try to be more straight forward and less afraid that someone’s going to judge me for liking certain YouTubers (or even just YouTubers in general) because we shouldn’t be afraid of the things that make us happy and that help us. And I definitely don’t think we should be ridiculed for those things.

LONG STORY SHORT- (all I intended to say before the lack of sleep took over) I’ve been awake for over 24 hours of a rollercoaster of a day that I could spend hours trying to explain and still wouldn’t be able to do it justice and thought it would be a good idea to spend 4-5 of those hours watching a livestream that helped me calm down from the hectic day and even tho I’m exhausted now I still think it was a good idea.

[fightingatmachspeeed]

So this is for my friend who drew me a picture of Toonzy. A bit of an exchange. Anyways, hope you enjoy this completely random demon!toonzy and priest!ohm ohmtoonz fanfic. 

Word count: 1034

There was a demon who was a powerful and cunning man. His appearance was just like a humans, but his skin was far too red and he had horns on top of his head. He loved to watch humans as if he was a holy angel, but he was far from being holy. There was one human he took interest in. A priest of the name Ryan. The man was blind, just like his faith. It made him an easy target for those around him and the demon pitied him for it.

There was nothing the demon could do. He was locked inside the church, at a specific area that not many people really stood by. Only the old priests knew about him but only warned the nuns and young priests. All the people who visited the church just got lucky. He hated everything about it, but there was no way for him to leave. Watching and waiting for someone to free him. It was like that for years, until Ryan came along. That man was foolish. Not only was he blind but he was far too naive. It made the demon have all the more reason to want to approach him.

One fateful day, Ryan was alone in the church. He heard a voice calling him to a back. Thinking it was one of the priests, he went over to the source.

"Who's there?" Ryan asked.

"Your angel, my dear boy," the voice responded. It sounded soft and soothing.

"My angel?"

"All humans have guardian angels and I am yours."

"If you're my guardian angel..." Ryan paused for a moment. He was shaking. "Why weren't you there for me when I needed you?"

"There are things I can do, and things I can not. But, god saved you."

"He took my sight..." He murmured.

"Do you wish to see again?" The voice asked.

"... Only for a moment." Ryan admitted.

"Step forward and hold out your hand. Keep your eyes closed."

Ryan closed his eyes, reluctantly obliging. He stepped forward while holding out his hand. Immediately it was grabbed by someone else's hand. He assumed it to be that of the angels as it was gentle and warm.

"Open your eyes," the voice said.

Slowly, Ryan opened his eyes and he could see. The light blurring him for a moment. It took a minute for him to adjust. Then, he noticed the red figure in front of him. Their grip tightened. It was the demon of the church.

"You!" Ryan shouted as he tried to break free from their grasp.

"The name's Luke," the demon said. His voice was rougher and deeper, but Ryan could tell it was the same person.

"They warned me about you, I should've listened."

"You should've." Luke cupped Ryan's face with his free hand and smiled. "God's greatest gift is life and yet priests tarnish it. You poor thing. You don't know a thing about this church."

"Why should I listen to you?" Ryan hissed.

"I can let you see the entire world again! Consider my honesty a favor. After all, the priests lied to you."

"Fine. Speak."

"Do you know why I've been stuck here?" Luke asked, letting go of Ohm's face.

"Because you entered before the building was complete."

"Wrong!" he shouted. "I was summoned and was forced to live as the church's ghost story. An unlucky lottery winner sentenced to rot."

Ryan fell silent. He didn't want to believe Luke's story, after all the man was a demon. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to doubt it either.

"I know who took your eyesight." The demon spoke, suddenly switching the topic. "It wasn't god, it was a priest! The head before the current priest. He planned it. Looked right at me as if he was a fellow demon. Can you believe it? He even had contacts to help change the story because there was no real witnesses. What a piece of shit."

"You're lying..!"

"Am I?"

"I..." Ryan looked down at the ground. His eyes began to get teary. He wasn't even sure why.

"Ryan, I can give you your sight back for the rest of your life on one condition."

Ryan lifted his head up immediately and stared at the demon's dark eyes. Their eyes meeting each other. "What?"

"Free me."

"I can't! I don't even know how."

"Then..." Luke pointed at the necklace Ryan had on. "Give me that cross around you neck."

The priest took of his necklace and held it out. "This?"

Luke snatched it immediately and brought it up to his lips. He left a peck on the cross and for a brief moment it started to glow red. After the light disappeared, he handed it back to Ryan. "Put it on," he said as he finally let go of Ryan's hand.

Ryan's vision was suddenly sent into darkness until he put the cross back on. "Why? I can't free you..."

"On a new condition. Instead of freeing me, I freed my self. Although, I can't exactly leave the church now," Luke said with a fake sigh. "Man, it will be boring being able to walk around a church all day. If only there was someone who could entertain me."

"I'll be here still," the priest said to the demon. "I'm the only one who lives here, well other than yourself."

"Perfect! Looks like we'll be roommates until you can free me!"

"What?!"

"You didn't think I wouldn't just let you go that easily? We're in this together. If they find out you talked with me, you'll be forced to leave. Oh and if you're gone from me too long, your sight will decrease because it runs off my power."

"You should've said so sooner!" Ryan said with a sigh. "What do I tell the priests if they realize I can see again?"

"I don't fucking know! Just tell them it was god or something!"

"Then, it's settled. I'll help find a way to let you out of the church as a repayment for letting me see again."

Luke pinched Ryan's check and smiled. "You're too easy. This is why people pick on you here."

"Shut up," Ryan pouted in return.

[gurukula-blog]

Chapter Three: Separation

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We organized a memorial service for Swami Kurt to be held at 4:00 PM at the next day at the ashram in the Hollywood Hills. Everyone who mattered was there. Their names escape me now, but they made up the core of the tribe that had been my family for the prior two years. There must have been at least thirty people in that house, all of whom had been very dear to me.

Mari and I arrived together in my Lexus coupe. We had to park down the hill and hike up, because there was nowhere to park at the ashram. I feared Mari would not have the strength for the hike after her nine-day sunlight fast, but she was just fine. I think it’s because she was cheating and stealing the cat’s food, but I had no proof.

I held the urn with the ashes as I went through the gate that had just the other day been cordoned off with yellow police tape. Now, a blonde woman in white robes was humming to guests as they entered.

“Oh, you brought him,” the woman said.

“Yes,” I answered. “We took care of everything.”

Mari added, “We’ll need to be reimbursed. Who do we see about that?”

She waved us away. “Oh go see Geena. She’ll take care of you.”

“There’s no rush,” I said as we moved to the roof where the alter was to place the ashes.

We walked through groups of crying initiates. “What do we do now?” they wept. “We did not deserve you.” Each touched the box of ashes as we passed.

They all wore white, while Mari and I were dressed in black. It being a funeral and all.

At the foot of the stairway to the roof, I did see Geena, a red-haired woman who handled much of the ashram’s financial affairs.

“Oh, you brought him,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Did he transform into pure light?”

“No.”

“Really? I thought he would.”

“Yea, me too. We had to cremate him. It was a whole long thing. No one else from the ashram was there.”

“Yea, we can’t talk to cops right now. Thanks for doing this!”

“Definitely!” I should have probed further into that comment, but I chose to move on. “I was told to come to you about reimbursement.”

“Yes, of course! Was it much?”

“Just over three thousand dollars in total.”

“Three thousand dollars?! Yikes. Well, we’ll get that to you.”

“No rush. What matters is that you do all get to finally say your goodbyes to our guru.”

I ascended to the roof with Mari and the ashes. The alter had been set on a small table, about three feet tall, with flowers on either side. The pillows were set up around it for his disciples to sit during the service.

I delicately placed the ashes in the center and bowed.

“It’s almost over now,” Mari whispered to me as we took our seats on an oversized cushion. “How do you feel?”

“I feel empty, like I haven’t learned everything I was supposed to learn from him.”

“This is a deep blow that we will all feel for many years.”

A young man in a white robe blew a yak’s horn and we knew it was time to start the ceremony. One by one, our guru’s initiates approached the alter and touched the blessed urn.

“Did he turn into a being of light?” one asked.

“No.”

They sat around us in their new matching white robes, and I had to wonder where they had the time and the money to buy white robes. The man was not dead three days, and I could barely put my grieving aside long enough to drive to the coroner’s and back. Here, they had gone shopping. I figured it was because they had kept with their sunlight diet and were working off divine strength, whereas I had to disobey my guru to serve my guru. The irony stung like a lit stick of incense.

“I’m so sorry,” a young bronze man said to me. “I was just bringing the incense to the alter.”

“I didn’t even notice,” I answered.

As the incense smoke wafted into my nostrils while the familiar sound of Indian ragas playing over the Bluetooth speakers, I longed for our beloved guru to emerge from somewhere and say that it was all a test, to see how we would perform, that he was not dead, that it would all continue as before, that our ashram would live forever.

A man in white robes did emerge from the house. He had brown hair with a thick graying beard and golden brown skin. “A transformation?” I whispered.

The man walked between us and stood at the alter facing us.

“Let us pray,” he said.

I touched my thumb to my middle finger and rested my hands on my knees, the position of prayer.

“Ohm dally dally shiva yuuuum,” the man said.

“Ohm dally dally shiva yuuuum,” we repeated in unison.

“Ohm dally dally shiva yuuuuum Swami Kurt.”

“Ohm dally dally shiva yuuuuum, Swami Kurt.”

He continued. “It means peace be unto us. Peace be unto Swami Kurt.” It actually doesn’t mean anything at all, just gibberish. That was an embarrassing trip to India, but it is a story for another day. “For today, we say goodbye to our beloved guru and send him into the eternal light.”

“Is he in our ashram?” Mari whispered to me.

“I’ve never seen him before in my life,” I answered.

The mysterious stranger continued. “Swami Kurt was called to the Brahmin, because his role had ended here on the mortal plane. I am told he transformed into pure light at the morgue and left us with these lotus flowers.”

The bronze crowd applauded.

“He didn’t,” I tried to tell them. “We had to get him cremated. I actually need you to pay me back.”

“For like Moses, Swami Kurt has brought us as far as he could, and now it is up to us to move on to new heights, to new insights under a new guru. I am honored that Swami Kurt selected me to be that new guru.”

The bronze crowd applauded. “We love you,” they said. “Praise our new guru.”

The man continued, “I am Swami Jeff, and I love you all.”

I raised my hand. “Excuse me, when did Swami Kurt choose you? Was I here?”

“In a vision. We were on the astral plane together,” he answered. “He placed his finger on my third eye and told me that I would lead his flock after him.”

The bronze crowd applauded.

“Don’t take my word for it. He told his follower Geena.” He motioned to the woman with the red hair that was supposed to reimburse me for this whole memorial/coronation.

“He told you that?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

“When?!”

“Two nights ago.”

“So like after he was dead?”

“Yea. It was in a dream.”

“Oh I see.” I respect dreams. If Swami Jeff had in fact come to her unannounced in a dream, then it was the will of the Brahma. “Just out of curiosity, was that before or after you met Jeff?”

“After.”

“Oh, after,” I answered. Then, I turned to this new guru. “And how did you get here?”

“I ubered.”

“So on the astral plane, Swami Kurt gave you this address which you told to your Uber driver who punched it into his GPS? On the astral plane?”

“Yes. It was divine,” he replied.

“In my dream, Swami Kurt told me that some people who were not ready to advance would be left behind,” Geena said.

“Fuck you, Geena, you Goddamn bitch! Am I the only one who doesn’t buy this?” I surveyed the crowd, and they all bought it.

Mari called from the alter. “She does not believe!”

WTF, Mari? I thought. “You had the dream because this guy contacted you and put the idea into your head.”

“Swami Jeff has proven himself,” she replied. “He has the gift of trance, just like Swami Kurt! We have traveled the astral plane together.”

“Swami Kurt didn’t have the gift of trance,” I answered. “He had the hook-up for good acid.”

“Her vibration is too low,” someone screamed. “We cannot advance with her among us!”

“You must leave,” the false Swami said.

“You guys still owe me for the cremation!” I shouted. “Which no one else bothered to come to or even answer your phones, BTW.”

“She’s only after money!” someone shouted.

“I am not!”

“Yes you are,” impressionable Geena said. “You’ve mentioned it three times already.”

“You’re the person who handles money! You know I am generous with the ashram. Swami Kurt was your guru; you should want to share in his funeral expenses.”

“I think your love of money is keeping you trapped in your vibration,” the false Swami said. “I don’t think you can stay here in your current frequency.”

Mari stood next to this… man. “Look at his beard. Could a man with a beard be a false guru?”

WTF, Mari?

“Jesus had a beard!” a bronze idiot screamed out. “You get out of here!”

“You smooth-faced nonbeliever!” another shouted.

“Leave us,” the crowd chanted. “Leave us. Leave us, Leave us—”

“Oh, I’m leaving. I can’t believe I dropped so much acid with you assholes.”

I stormed out of that former ashram, now a house of fraud. I wore a pair of Givenchy lamb’s leather sandals with a Greek inspired strap. They were my favorite at the time, but they did nothing for my feet along the hot concrete and dry rock that makes up the Hollywood Hills.

“Sage, wait up!” a familiar voice called.

I turned back. It was Mari!

I had tears in my eyes, and my face was beet red. “What the fuck, Mari? How could you leave me out to dry out back there?”

“What? Are you mad, you idiot? I stole the ashes and like two vials of acid!” She lifted her robe to reveal the urn. “I put the acid in my bra. Let’s see his power of trance now. Can you believe that shit?”

She wrapped her arm around me and let me lean on her as we walked down the hill together. “Why are you weak? I thought you were back on food.”

“Because everyone hates me, and my shoes are stupid.”

“They’re all a bunch of idiots. Half of them will be on heroin or in porn by the end of the year anyway, especially under that false prophet. Rest here. I can support you now. I’ve been on this new diet, very dense, high protein kind of thing.”

She drove my coupe to the Pacific Ocean, to Malibu at Point Dume. It’s a pleasant ride along winding hills. The point itself a large brown cliff edge with seals and pelicans. There was a slight wind blowing west.

“Goodbye, Swami Kurt,” I wept. “We loved you so.”

“Thank you for all you taught us. Thank you for being you.”

We dumped the ashes over the cliff, and they drifted to a seal covered rock off-shore. The tranquil creatures didn’t even notice the ashes were not sunlight.

We watched the ocean in silence for a few more minutes until I finally spoke. “I can’t help but thinking I haven’t finished my lessons with him yet.”

“Maybe you haven’t,” my dearest friend answered.

[teyvattherapist]

you said you wrote x reader for your ocs, could you share some?

im screaming. yes??? i could?? i have SO much from full fics to drabbles to hcs. here's soulmate au with Ohm my boy. if you want smth for Sandrone lmk

tags: gn!readerxOhm, Ohm story spoilers, angst for like 2 seconds then fluff, kaeya childhood friend bless his soul, soulmate au - colour, genshin oc, reader is from somewhere other than Monstadt, implied JeanLisa

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The world had always been shades of grey for him, it had been like that for his parents too, and his brother as well. Of course to others outside of his family it meant soulmates, but the Ambros clan never did particularly follow the rules of average mortals. So he was always raised to embrace this blessing, that someday somebody would give him the favour of colour.

But then his parents were murdered, his brother stolen away, his beautiful face marred, and the world was still shades of grey, black, and white, and he knew the blood on his hands was crimson but it just looked like black ooze as he slaughtered the guilty, the innocent, and the monstrous. There was no differing colour, there was only black blood and anger.

Ohm hid his crimes as he grew up, as he signed his life away with a contract and a promise to stop the slaughter. He learned who to kill and who to spare, he learned of different paths and different meanings to life. But still no colour. Life was the same for him, day in, day out. Heal people, see who were medically fit to be a knight, occasionally break into Snezhnaya and kill some Fatui.

Of course, that all changed when he ran into a charming adventurer from out of town, literally ran into.

You fell on your ass when a tall man with an odd choice of clothing ran into you. When you opened your eyes again you were surprised. Surprised to see the colour. The man stopped, stepping backwards and in front of you once more. His hair was long and a pale purple of some kind, his eyes a dull shade of pink. He was gorgeous, even with the scars and markings that littered his visible skin.

“I apologise, Ohm Ambros.” Ohm held his hand out, a bashful smile spreading on his features as he urged you to take his gloved hand. You took his hand and with an incredible show of strength he pulled you to your feet with very little effort on your part. “I’m actually late for work, meet me at the Knights of Favonius HQ whenever you’re free.” He released your hand and just like that, the man that brought colour to your world was gone in the crowds of Mondstadt.

Ohm threw open the door to Kaeya’s office, startling the cavalry captain who spilled his inkwell onto his parchment. The navy haired captain groaned as he began to clean up the mess with a rag he had within his desk. Ohm slammed the door shut and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the desk. “Your hair is so blue. Your skin is such a nice shade. Oh archons.” Ohm sank further down.

Kaeya’s eye went wide, hand stilling in the air, he almost dropped the inkwell again. “You met them?! What are they like?” All care out the window Kaeya threw the inkwell down, leaning forward with excitement. “I’m so happy you can finally appreciate my true beauty, aren’t I pretty?” Kaeya tossed his hair playfully.

“Very pretty, Captain Kaeya. I have no idea I ran away.”

“I know thank yo- You ran away?” Kaeya cleared his throat to try and stop his laugh but the action was in vain as Ohm’s face turned a generous shade of red. Kaeya covered his mouth as he laughed, looking away from the pitiful medical captain who was almost on the floor he had sunk so far down the chair.

“They were breathtaking,” he started as he began to describe you to the cavalry captain. Kaeya eagerly nodded along, cheeks warm from laughing, but stomach warm from seeing his friend happy, his lilac eyes darting around the room as he took in the colours. Kaeya and Ohm had spent many moons sitting in different areas with the former describing how certain colours looked, so his ability to attribute colour despite not seeing it, was incredible, to say the least.

“Kaeya have you seen- Oh there you are. Have you finished the recruit assessments?” Jean questioned, leaning into the room but still mostly blocked by the doorway.

“Oh you’re so much more beautiful in colour wow. Is everybody we work with like this?”

“For the most part, but you should see Miss Lisa.” Kaeya sat back in his chair, grin on his face as he watched Jean’s face twist into confusion before realisation. Once more his office door hit the wall with a bang as Jean threw herself into the room. She wrapped her arms around Ohm in an awkward back hug over the chair.

“Congratulations! Who are they? Do we know them? Are they nice? They aren’t Fatui are they? I’m so happy for you. When Lisa and I first touched it was the most mesmerising moment of my life.”

Ohm lifted his hands, placing them on Jean’s forearms. “I don’t know, I don’t know! I was running late so I told them to meet me here later. I finished the recruit assessments last night, they’re on my desk. Let’s go to my office.” Jean let go and stepped back so Ohm could stand up. The two left the office and Kaeya returned to cleaning his desk.

-

The guards outside eyed you suspiciously as you headed up the stairs of the headquarters, being an outsider and all. But as a member of the adventurers’ guild, your clothing at least led them to letting you pass. “Hi, can you help me find somebody?” You asked the man standing guard near the staircase of the grand entrance. “He said his name was Ohm Ambros?”

He saluted diligently before nodding his head. “Medical Captain Ambros should be in his laboratory.” Captain- Your soulmate was a captain with the Knights of Favonius? “Do you need me to show you the way?” You nodded your head. “Follow me this way please.” The knight led you up the stairs and you followed close behind him. Down a hallway with multiple doors, towards the end the doors stopped until there were only two, one on each side. The largest rooms, supposedly.

The knight left and you smoothed out your clothing before knocking on the door. “Come in!” A voice called and you opened the door. Ohm was sitting on the wooden desk against the wall halfway in the room, there was a man with ashy blond hair sitting in the chair. Ohm lit up when his eyes fell on you and he pushed himself off of the desk, rising to his full height. “Ah, that’s your cue to leave, Albedo.”

“I was not done with my questioning, though.” Albedo tilted his head upwards at Ohm, the softest of frowns tugging his lips downwards. You shifted from one foot to the other but stepped further into the room nonetheless, closing the large wooden door behind you. “So back to it, the world is just black and white until you meet your soulmate? Why?”

“I don’t know why, Albedo, go ask Kaeya he probably knows something. I seem to be apologising every time we meet but here we go again, I apologise. My fellow captain is unfortunately curious.” Ohm sent a glare at Albedo who tilted his head to the side, damn him for being socially inept. “Lock the door behind you, alchemist.” Ohm walked towards you, Albedo spun in the chair, eyes wide at the fact Ohm was just leaving.

“Well then, where are you going to be taking me, Captain?”

“Already paying for dinner and I don’t even have your name, soulmates truly are a sham.” He teased with a wink. When you gave him your name he tested it on his tongue a few times. “Pretty, let’s go before Albedo starts asking more questions.” Ohm opened the door for you and the cold that radiated off of his body as he stepped into the hall behind you was pleasant. He held his elbow out to you and you slipped your arm in his.

“So tell me about yourself, I wish to know everything.” Ohm’s voice was smooth, and listening to him talk washed away any hesitation you may have had regarding soulmates. And so you started with the basics as he led you away from the headquarters and through the lovely city of Mondstadt. He listened intently, as if every word you spoke would be committed to his memory, and perhaps it would be. Occasionally he’d hum and interject with a comment or two, always related to the topic at hand.

You barely noticed the way he never spoke of himself, expertly flowing the conversation back to you or the food or how he liked things sweet, like you. He says with a charming smile and the faintest hint of a light in his eyes. His hands are cold to touch, he is cold to touch, but there is nothing more comforting than the insistent smell of mint and the chilly air and the vast amount of colours you could see because of him.

Ohm whispered the name of colours and shades, recounting the stories told to him by Kaeya, or by his parents. He says his favourite colour is the shade of your eyes and how he wants nothing more than to bask in the colour of you. Clumsy and new, Ohm is doing his best. His debt and past will catch up with him, but not now, not when he’s watching the way your eyes light up at all the colours.

[rmf808]

Levitation...

This has been heavy on the mind recently as well as the hands if you know what I mean. There is so much to be said on the topic but what are words? “Masters have failed more times than beginners have tried.” Everything is magical until we understand it. At one point we were afraid of the wind and thunder. Now we fly kites and play games with our children.

In my personal meditation, I feel that I have been making leaps and bounds recently and want to share my progress with you. I CANNOT LEVITATE yet…Introduction to something called Reconnective Healing has fostered an awareness of energy contained within all of us. Everyday Masters on YouTube has made a video by the name of “You can’t handle the truth, or can you?” It is a guy telling his story for a while and then he gets into energy fields between his hands. I tried what he was doing and I was amazed, but not surprised. I could feel the energy fields between my hands and have been working with this daily.

Things in life find me when I am ready for them and levitation has resurfaced at an energetic time. We are all beings of light but we all forget for some reason. “Teacher” doesn’t mean what it used to. Though I have a lot to teach and even more to learn, I am not here to teach you, I am here to remind us who we are. Where we come from and walk a path to higher vibration. If you want to align your steps with mine then WE are in for a mindful journey of synchronicity, awareness, enlightenment and abundance. If this does not resonate with you then please take your own path and wave hello when we see each other. WE will wink with our 3rd 👁.

Back to meditation on levitation. My diet has changed recently to a lot of raw vegetables now that my new garden is finally taking off. Vegetables have a life force within them and have been proven to react to thoughts and intention. Once you cook a vegetable, the live enzymes die and we are not consuming as much energy as when they are still alive. So much more to get into on this subject, including the memory of water.

After a nice meal of life force I begin my preparation in my garden seated barefoot with my hands pressed together in a pray position. Lack of shoes is important for me along with a well watered patch of grass. The idea behind this is conduction of magnetic fields. Most shoes and things like yoga mats are insulators, meaning they do not conduct electricity which is the same thing as magnetism. I am unable of sitting in the lotus position but feel that having my feet flat on the ground makes for a better connection (for me). Water conducts magnetic fields 50 times better than that of air but salt water conducts magnetic fields even 1 million times better than freshwater with a resistance of only 2 Ohm. When you increase the charge carriers you increase the conductivity. If you have an ocean nearby try to get in. More on that later as well.

It helps me to close my eyes to look within rather than outward. I begin to focus on my chakras (energetic wheels) whereby each supports the one above it, especially when we consider gravity. I can go more into each if you like but for now we are going to focus on the 6th chakra. Our 3rd 👁 or pineal gland. Once here, I generate a warmth, so to speak, in my forehead and it lets me know it is awake and ready to go. I part my hands and begin to feel the energy between the two. Moving them closer and further away from each other. It begins to feel like magnetic attraction and repulsion at the same time.

When I push them outward it feels as if they want to stay where they are and resist as if they were in a heavy fluid but when I stop moving them the resistance stops. When I move them closer to one another it feels like two magnets that want to stick together but I am compressing the energy between them during this motion. As a finger is moved I can feel it in the opposite hand. This is “played with” for some time to heighten my awareness of the presence of my energetic field.

After I am warmed up I place my hands out to my side with my palms facing down. I focus on the feeling of the magnetic field of the planet flowing through my hands and entire physical body. At a certain point I begin to feel a lightness as if my hands and arms are being supported by the field itself. Moving them up and down I begin to feel the heaviness that many masters speak of. Though it feels as if I can support myself on the energy field itself like a trampoline or thick custard. While still, my hands begin to move gently up and down as if I AM a sailboat on the surface of the ocean and my hands are stabilizers.

This is the point of reference for my next step towards levitation. I dream about it very often and just recently had my first lucid dream. I hope all of you dream about levitating and flying. I feel such a lightness and joy when airborne. Sometimes when trying to flee or run I begin to “moon hop”. If feels like a thick but light magnetic field. Let me explain, I can jump very high but it is like a slow motion hang time. No matter how hard I try to run fast it is slow. Recently, it was one hop, two hops then in my dream I said to myself, “I’m dreaming so why not fly?” Levitation was immediate & up, up and away. Just thinking of that moment brings me the joy felt in the dream.

Everything man-made has come from the dream of a human. Let’s dream to fly!

I practice frequently so it can be a topic if you like and would LOVE suggestions. Please do tell us about your own attempts and practices. Next topic to be posted soon. Farewell, adieux, mahalo, aloha & namaste.

Levitation YT https://youtu.be/BTbO4l-YgS0 Reconnection YT 333reconnect.com https://youtu.be/TNW_YzJrXQE

[bards-witcher]

I know I requested bunny HYBRID Ohm last time, so... How about bunny MONSTER Ohm. But, like, misunderstood monster maybe? OhmToonz or H2Ohm?? Or both?? :)c If you don't want to that's fine 😊

So I finally got round to writing it, I hope you enjoy it :D

Not gonna lie I feel like the endings a bit rushed but hey ho :/ Also for most of the story i made it Delitoonz, with H2OhmToonz at the end. There is occasionly the odd little mature snipet so you have been warned.

[Jon POV]

“Tell us a scary story!!!”

All the other kids around him started to scream and shout in support of his choice, only getting louder and louder until the older kid, George, finally gave in.

“Okay okay I’ll tell you a scary story, but you’ve got to be quiet, agreed?” At that, there was not a peep heard from anyone, everyone eager in anticipation for the story. “Many years ago..”

“How many years ago?” Everybody turned to stare at the girl who’d spoken up, half of them tempted to tell her to be quiet themselves however George beat them too it.

“Many years ago, way before you were born”

“But how many years ago?”

“Keep asking questions and I’m not going to tell you the story” she was quick to pipe down at that, George quickly looking around at each of them as if daring them to speak before continuing. “Many years ago, monsters used to roam this town, they’d sneak in during the night to steal the towns wild, unruly children for their dinner and in the morning all that would be left was a pile of bones in the bed that they were taken from.” Everybody in the room gasped, even himself, a million questions burned themselves into the back of his mind, but he kept quiet for the sake of hearing the rest of the story.

“There was one monster though that was worse than all the rest, he’s the only one that could withstand the sun, he could easily navigate himself through the woods to prey on anyone who wandered there. Legend has it that there was a standoff, that this monster went into such a bloodlust that he killed all of his own kind before making it to the town. He started attacking everyone he could, getting through half the town before finally the sheriff and his men came and shot a bullet dead between the monsters’ eyes, but still, he stood there, and in his anger started to attack the cops.”

He could hear a couple of people around him start to mutter amongst themselves, some were even hugging each other in comfort, curious to know the ending despite how scared they were.

“After shooting and hitting him so many time, eventually they brought him down, only he managed to slip away back into the woods before they could kill him. The Sheriff told the town that he had died, that his injuries were too serious to have been able to survive, and after that, the town celebrated his death and have done so every year since. But, what they don’t tell you is how every few years another set of bones will be found somewhere in the woods. Teams of cops and rangers have scanned every inch of that forest and have found nothing, and yet the bones keep showing up, and late at night if you listen carefully, you can hear him walking through the town, prowling for the next child he’s going to take”

The room was stunned silent, despite the many questions he had he couldn’t bring himself to ask them, too busy thinking about if he were next if the monster knew where he lived.

“I don’t like that story” The boy next to him said, he saw the nods of some of the other kids, but he couldn’t help his curiosity, he wanted to find this monster, to see it.

“You kids wanted scary so I gave you scary” George said in his defense, about to leave them in favor of his replacement, but not before he could ask the older kid some questions.

“What does the monster look like?” Everyone turned to look at him as he asked his question, but they all turned to the older kid, listening intently for the answer.

“Nobody knows for certain anymore. The only thing we do know is that his claws and teeth are stained red from the blood of all the people he’s hurt. Some people even say he can turn into an animal which is why nobody can find him”

“Have you seen him? Is that why you know so much?”

“No, he hasn’t been seen in hundreds of years, I only know this because someone told me this story when I was your age”

“I’m gonna find him” He said it so confidently that it left no room for debate, a couple of his friends giggled a little, but he stood firm, he’d find this monster no matter how long it took. Maybe he could convince Luke to go out with him to try and look for him.

“Gonna find who?” The sound of Luke coming into the class broke through his thoughts and he got up to run and greet his best friend.

“I’m gonna find the monster in the woods” He saw Luke cast a glance at the older kid before putting on a smile.

“You’re gonna go find Ohm?”

“Ohm?”

“Yeah that’s his name, Ohmwrecker, but I’ve always just called him Ohm, I read it in class once. Want some help to find him?”

“YEAH! C’mon Luke lets go” He proceeded to start dragging Luke out of the room and when they got outside he broke into a run, making a beeline for the forest edge whilst he heard Luke shouting after him to wait up.

[23 years later]

He wiped the sweat off his brow as he stood up from his position under the car’s hood, taking a moment for a drink of water whilst admiring his progress. All the heavy work had been done, all that was left was changing the fluids and re-wiring a couple of components and the car was good to go. He was too busy looking at the components that he didn’t hear someone enter the garage, only jumping when a pair of arms wrapped around him, a quick kiss was placed on his cheek before he pushed the person, now laughing, away.

“The hell you sneakin’ up on me like that for, could’a given me a heart attack” despite his words he couldn’t help but laugh a little as Luke was choking on his own laugh, trying and failing several times to get a sentence out.

“You should’a seen your face…almost as good as that time you woke up to a beetle on your pillow” Luke kept laughing, his face now bright red as he was bent down trying to catch his breath.

He grabbed the cloth on his workbench before whipping it across Lukes ass, falling into his own fit of laughter as Luke swore before the older man grabbed his own cloth and tried to retaliate, only narrowly missing his target.

It then turned into an all-out war, each of them trying to get closer to the other to get a hit in but not close enough to get hit. It was when he managed to get a strong hit on Lukes’ thigh that the older man just launched at him, both of them wrestling on the spot as they tried to one-up each other, which eventually lead into a tickle fight which had him at the mercy of the older man.

“Enough….enough. I need to get back to work” Even as he said it he still held onto Luke, who’s hands had gone from tickling to roaming.

“That’s only gonna take you an hour. Take a break, I’ve got something new I wanna try out on you” He shivered at Lukes words, the older man knowing his effect on him as he started to place light kisses across his neck, every fiber of his being wanting to do what Luke said but the job came first.

“Here I thought I’d be getting wined and dined after work but it’s just straight to the point with you, you’re such a gentleman” He felt Luke chuckle against his neck, sending another shiver down his spine.

“Ain’t had any complaints before”

He let Luke kiss his way across his throat, the older man’s hands wandering down to his ass before he pulled away, pressing a quick kiss on Lukes’ lips before shooing him away, instantly feeling the cold air of the garage now that Luke wasn’t on him.

“Later. I’m sure you’ll find a way to entertain yourself for an hour”

Luke sighed before turning to head out, he quickly grabbed hold of his cloth and whipped it across Lukes’ ass again, laughing as the older man swore his revenge as he left rubbing his ass.

As predicted it took a little under an hour to finish fixing the car, he called up the woman to tell her the car was ready and arranged a pick-up time for tomorrow, before he locked the shop up and made the short walk back to his house.

He’s not going to deny that he loves living in this town, years ago his parents had begged for him to move away to a bigger city, to somewhere where there’d be better opportunities, but he refused.

He loved the town, loved how quaint and quiet it was and that everybody knew everyone, although that meant business was slow, he still managed to keep his head above water.

His best friend turned boyfriend was another reason he stayed, the older man too choosing to stay in the town as a forest ranger. The only downside was that sometimes Luke could be gone for days at a time, and although he knew the man could handle himself, he couldn’t help but worry until his boyfriend finally came back through their door and into his arms again.

The final reason he stayed was for Ohm, through the years he’d never given up his search, still intent on seeking the monster out even though everyone else had called him crazy for trying. Luke had long given up the search, however, would still humor him by going in walks through the forest every other weekend to try and search him out.

He swears he’d seen something once, a dark shadow against an even darker night with long ears and glowing eyes, but Luke had just pegged it down to glow worms, showing him the small group of the insects that were stationed not far from their tent. Even so, he still believed he saw the monster, that he was out there still.

He stopped that thought when he reached his front door, smiling when he saw Luke preparing dinner in the kitchen as he entered their house.

“So, you can be a gentleman, that wasn’t too hard was it” Luke looked up towards him, giving him a brief smile before he carried on with whatever he was doing.

“Well you know what they say, happy wife happy life”

“You shush your mouth, if anyone’s the wife here it’s you, wife”

Luke simply chuckled as he worked, leaving him to get washed up and ready for dinner. A quick shower and a change of clothes made him feel like a new man and he quickly made his way to the kitchen where he leaned against the counter waiting for Luke to finish.

“Jon, you better get your ass out the way right now or I’ll smack it so hard you’ll feel it for week” He stood his ground, if anything leaning out further and blocking Luke’s way as he swayed his hips, it was only when Luke went to put down the pan he was holding did he scurry away to the other side of the counter and out the kitchen. “That’s what I thought bitch”

“Whatever bitch” he teased back as Luke finished the last bits and pieces before handing him a plate, quickly digging into the steak Luke had cooked him before Luke interjected.

“I didn’t spend the last hour slaving away on dinner for you to scoff it down like a goddamn animal” With that he picked up the plate as he was chewing, following Luke to the living room where they settled on the couch to eat their dinner.

When they were done he grabbed their plates and cleaned up the kitchen, before returning to Luke to try and convince him to go for an evening walk in the forest. It took some convincing but a blowjob later and they were both walking through the forest in the last remnants of daylight. They’d strayed from the track long ago, Luke knowing this part of the forest like the back of his hand, was able to easily guide them through the trees.

It was just starting to get dark when they went to head back, however, they didn’t travel far before Luke stopped him and put himself in front, gun drawn. In front of them, he could just make out a couple of Cayotes, fighting his instinct to run as they stared them down.

It was then that Luke started shouting, trying to be as loud as possible in order to deter them, however, it had little effect, the two of them gradually getting closer and getting into what looked like a pounce.

In the blink of an eye the both of them launched, he heard the gunshot but still, the two animals were heading towards them, as he braced himself for the hit, it was then that seemingly out of nowhere a man appeared and tackled one of the animals. The man didn’t hesitate when he grabbed the other Cayote by the tail and swung it around until he was between the two of them and the two animals.

The man then launched himself at the animals, wrestling with the both of them so that it was hard to make out, he doesn’t know how long they stood there until the two animals ran away, in the dying light he could just about make out several dark patches of blood on their fur.

The man stood up slowly, stumbling where he stood as he held his chest and that’s when he noticed the big rabbit ears sticking out of his head. The hybrid made it two steps before he started to fall, he saw Luke run out to catch him, mumbling something to him before putting him on his shoulders and jogging somewhere away from the direction of town.

He had no choice but to follow Luke, not knowing exactly how to get out of the forest meant that he could be stuck there for hours until he was found. He struggled to keep up, just able to keep them in sight until eventually, he saw a small cabin up in the distance.

By the time he got in the man was lying in a bed with his shirt ripped off, he could see blood oozing from several points on his abdomen whilst Luke was haphazardly looking through shelves.

“Jon, I need you to keep pressure on those wounds okay” Without a word he did as he was told, grabbing the mans bloodied shirt and pressing it over what seemed to be the worst of his injuries.

While he stood there he looked at the man in front of him, if that’s even what he could call him. He looked human except for what appeared to be two large rabbit ears sticking out of his head, he also had claws instead of fingernails and teeth a lot sharper than his own.

Before he could question Luke, said man pushed him aside slightly and started to stitch up the wound he was holding on his chest before bandaging it. Luke took the time to bandage a couple other wounds on his chest but at this point, the man was a pale white and looked on the edge of death’s door.

“Jon I need you to listen to me okay” It took him a moment to come to his senses but eventually he turned to Luke and gave a nod. “I need you to stay here and keep an eye on him while I go back to town to get supplies. I need more bandages and disinfectant otherwise he won’t live much longer you understand” He could only nod, mind blank to all else but Lukes’ commands which echoed around in his head. “I know this is tough right now and I’m sure you have a lot of questions but trust me okay? I’ll be back before you know it” Luke gave him a weak smile back before pulling him forwards and placing a small peck on his lips before leaving the cabin.

With a shaky breath, he collected his thoughts, turning to face his patient as they waited out the night.

He has no idea how much time passed, it felt like hours before he saw the man’s hand twitch and his eyes slowly start to open.

“Luke?” The man tried to get up, but he quickly stopped him, making sure he was settled in bed before answering him.

“Lukes out at the minute, he’ll be back soon” The man nodded to himself before turning his head slightly to face him.

“You must be Jon”

“How do you know that?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice as the man in front of him just smiled softly at him.

“Luke told me, he talks about you all the time. Although I was hoping to meet under better circumstances” the man tried to laugh which instantly turned into a wince and groan of pain before trying to catch his breath again.

“How the fuck do you know Luke? Who the fuck are you? Why-“ The man started to cough heavily, putting a pause on his questions. He got up from his seat, scanning around the small room until he found a bottle of water, handing it to the man who accepted it gratefully.

“You know who I am, you just can’t admit it yet” The man’s words stunned him but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had been right, he could almost hear the click in his head as all the pieces came together.

“Ohm?”

“Bingo” A million new questions flooded his mind, one replacing the other until he himself was confused. “I met Luke years ago, he saved me, much like he did today. Since then we’ve kept in touch, doing favors for each other when needed. He kept people away and warned me when they wouldn’t listen to him and in return, if there were some wild animals causing havoc I would take care of them”

“Why didn’t he tell me? I wanted to see you since I was a kid and he’s known you for years?” He couldn’t keep the pain out of his voice, feeling the sharp sting of betrayal in his chest.

“I asked him not too. I was worried you might start telling people and have the hunting start again. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, but I can promise you Luke wanted nothing more than to tell you and I know keeping me a secret has weighed heavily on him.” He had no words, too busy trying to process everything Ohm was saying, he knew it wasn’t Lukes’ fault but that feeling of betrayal wouldn’t leave. “He loves you, you know. He talks about you all the time, about how great and amazing you are. It got to the point where I was starting to fall in love with you”

They both chuckled at that, glad at the humor to dissipate the bad taste in his mouth at the earlier news.

“Is it true what they say? Did you really kill all those people?”

Ohm took another drink of water before laying back down, he noticed the monster wince in pain a couple of times but let him be.

“No. I helped the townsfolk, protected them, and they repaid me by trying to kill me, by trying to hunt me down and then they make me sound as if I’m the monster” He could hear the bitterness in Ohms’ voice, a small part of him feeling guilty for the fate that had befallen him. “It’s true that monsters once roamed around here, and it’s true that they used to kidnap and eat children, but I’d stop them if I could. I killed my own kin, my friends, to protect them, and when all was said and done, when I was the last one left they invited me to join them, to live alongside them and be their guardian. Like a fool, I took their offer, and that night they burnt my house down, I only just made it out before they shot me right here.” Ohm then pointed his finger dead center between his eyes, if he looked closely he could just make out a small scar, but otherwise there was no sign he was shot. “They beat me through the street, kicking me when I fell until I stood back up. They tied me up and put me on a pyre, words can’t explain the sheer agony when you feel the fire start to lick at you” It was there that Ohm stopped, clearly overcome with emotion, and all he could do was rub a supporting hand on his shoulder which the man seemed to appreciate.

“How did you survive?” He spoke quietly, not wanting to push the man to continue.

The man gave a laugh with no humor before answering “I turned into a rabbit. Didn’t even know I could, didn’t question it, I just ran the fuck outta there. Course I didn’t know how to change back, although it helped when they sent searching parties out looking for me. I’ve learnt to control it now, it’s why you didn’t see me running up on them Cayotes earlier.”

“That was fuckin’ badass by the way, stupid, but badass” That brought a smile to Ohm’s face.

“Well I’m glad you think so, Luke wasn’t so appreciative of my sweet moves. In fact, I believe he called me a ‘fuckin’ idiot’” He burst into laughter at Ohms’ impersonation of Luke, having sounded nothing like his boyfriend.

That’s how Luke found them, both of them bent over laughing, which only seemed to increase when he asked them what the fuck they thought was so funny. When all he got was their laughter as an answer he silently questioned why these two ever had to meet, before heading towards Ohm to finish treating him.

It was when Ohm had fallen asleep, having taken a couple pills that Luke had handed him, that Luke pulled him to one side, guilty look on his face.

“Jon, there’s som-“

“I know, Ohm told me everything” He saw Luke let go of the breath he was holding “In the beginning I was mad, I didn’t see how you could’a’ kept him a secret from me, but I know you were just tryin’ to protect him, even though you should trust me by now”

“I know, it was a fuckin’ shitty thing to do but after the stories he’s told me I didn’ wanna risk anyone findin’ out ‘bout him, keepin’ this from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do” He knew that this was what Luke was going to say but despite that it still quashed a lot of the pain he felt.

“I know” With that he leaned up and pressed his lips against Luke, just staying connected in that moment until eventually, they broke away. “So, I hear you like to talk about me”

He laughed when Lukes’ face started to turn red “Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t talk about you that much”

“That’s not what Ohm said, says you talk about me so damn much he started to fall in love with me. Maybe I should be with Ohm, at least he’ll appreciate me”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, I’m gonna kill that man I swear to god” He could only laugh at Lukes’ reaction which was quickly silenced by the older man’s lips pressing on his. “I’m sure Ohm doesn’t want to be woken up by your crazy ass laugh.” He glanced towards Ohm who made no sign of movement, however, Luke still put a hand round his waist and led them out the house before he could form any kind of rebuttal. “Let’s get the fuck home, I think I’m gonna sleep for a week”

With that, Luke navigated them towards home through the dredges of light filtering through the leaves from the rising sun.

From that day on him and Luke regularly visited Ohm, in the beginning, it was to check up on how he was doing but he and Ohm were quick to become friends, much to Lukes’ dismay.

After a few months he suggested that Ohm come and live with them, which was met with a flat out no, but after weeks of persuasion, of trying to reaffirm that around people Ohm could be in his rabbit form and himself when alone. Gradually he started to come round to the idea, the fact that he’d be living with people for once and the comfort and support they could bring seemed to outweigh the dangers.

They got used to living with Ohm pretty quickly, most days he’d join Luke when he made his routes around the forest and the days he didn’t he’d prepare and cook dinner for them when they got home.

He couldn’t describe a better feeling than when the three of them were gathered together either watching some shitty tv or arguing about alliances in Monopoly.

It was a shock then when in the very early hours of the morning when he’d gotten up to get himself a glass of water that he heard his name being moaned? He headed back towards his room to look towards Luke, the older man deep asleep. Confused he headed back towards the kitchen only to hear Lukes’ name now being moaned.

He pressed his ear up against Ohms’ room and could very faintly hear breathless moans fill the night’s silence, occasionally either his or Lukes’ name being called out, leaving no doubt as to what their friend was doing. He stood there unable to move, quieting the part of his brain that said he didn’t want to move until he heard a muffled shout through the door.

He was quick to make his escape, forgoing his water in favor of jumping up onto his bed as he started to wake Luke up.

“Luke…Luke, Luke you have to wake up”

“Th’ fuck you want”

“I just heard Ohm fuckin’ jerkin’ off to us”

“And? Let the guy get off to whatever he wants”

“Doesn’t it freak you out though?” There was no immediate answer, and for a moment he thought that Luke may have fallen asleep again before he heard the older man sigh and then move to sit up.

“Yeah it’s a little weird but we can’t jus’ kick him out”

“What do we do? I can’t jus’ pretend that everythin’s fine”

“Well try to, now fuckin’ go to sleep” With that Luke turned away from him and settled back down, quickly falling back to sleep, but try as he might he couldn’t.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Ohm, about what it meant, about how to go on with this new information. At some point he managed to fall asleep however, it wasn’t long after that his alarm woke him up, cursing it as he sat up in bed.

He groggily walked to the kitchen, not paying attention as he poured himself a cup of coffee and took as big a sip as he dared before burning his tongue.

“You look like shit” The voice caused him to jump and he was met with peals of laughter which he know knew belonged to their resident monster. “Rough night?”

“You could say that” He took another sip of his coffee as Ohm only laughed, he couldn’t help but tense up a little as Ohm made his way towards him, stopping in front of him.

“May I try something? It should help you feel better”

Despite a part of him telling him not to he gave a nod towards Ohm, the man gently turning him around until his back was facing him.

He shivered as he felt the light touch of Ohms claws start to trail around his back, seemingly forming some strange patterns and he couldn’t help as another shiver traveled down his spine. Gradually he felt a heat gather in his stomach, the more Ohm traced on his back the stronger it got. When it started to get uncomfortable he felt Ohm place his whole hand on his back and mutter a few words, causing the burning sensation to go entirely.

When he felt Ohm move away he opened his eyes and stretched his back. He couldn’t lie that he felt rejuvenated, that he had boundless energy and could run a marathon right that second.

“Better?”

“Yeah actually, the hell you do?”

“I’ve still got some of the old magic in me” Before he could question the use of magic, Ohm said his goodbyes before heading back to his room.

For the rest of the day he was distracted, no matter what he tried to do to concentrate on his work, he couldn’t stop thinking about Ohm, about what if. If they could ever be plausible.

That’s how it went for the next couple of weeks and Luke was no better, Ohm calling them out constantly on them being seemingly absent from the present. It was one morning that he was met with Ohm coming out of the shower, water droplets falling down his back and he couldn’t stop the twitch his dick gave at the sight.

He cursed himself, going through loops in his head as he thought what this meant not only for him but his relationship with Luke as well.

That night the two of them talked into the early hours about their situation, whether they were going to address it.

They’d gotten up a little earlier to try and beat Ohm to the kitchen, making themselves some coffee which they didn’t drink, their stomachs twisting into knots at what was going to happen.

It was just after 6 that Ohm came through to the kitchen, ears drooping down the sides of his face and he had to dispel the thought of how cute he looked. Ohm noticed them immediately, and from what he saw he knew it was serious.

“What’s up, guys? Something wrong?” He and Luke both looked at each other to confirm their decision with the other, that this was going to be their next step.

“We know Ohm, we know how you feel about us” Lukes’ voice broke through the silence and he could see Ohms face blanch, a look of horror coming across his face.

“I’m sorry, I never..I-..” tears started to brim the monster’s eyes and he could hear the emotion choking him up “I’m so sorry, I get it if you want me to go-” Ohm didn’t wait for an answer, instead he started to walk out of the kitchen, however, he quickly got up off of his seat to grab hold of the monsters arm, turning him around and pressing their lips together.

Ohm seemed to melt at the touch, clinging onto his arms for dear life until they had to part for air. He saw Luke coming up behind Ohm, wrapping his arms around the smaller man before pressing a kiss on his neck, Ohm seemingly fell back against Luke as he let himself be victim to their attack.

It wasn’t long before Luke carried them both to their room and dropped them both onto the bed, quickly they became a mess of tangled limbs and he didn’t need to ask them to know that they all felt that this was right.

Their peace was short-lived, all it took was one peeping tom peering through their window to spot Ohm and rumors were quick to spread around the town. Although originally pegged as nonsense, there were some who took it seriously and they all but barged into their house to get their answers.

They were quick to become the talk of the town, a few residents spoke of forming a mob with pitchforks and torches which the three of them could only scoff at, they’d see how those would fare against Lukes vast gun collection should push come to shove.

There were some sane and reasonable voices in the crowd though who were willing to hear their side, and although there were a couple who refused to believe Ohms telling of events the majority of the town supported him. Not that they cared too much, they’d be staying there regardless of what the town thought.

They weren’t perfect and they didn’t aim to be, all they cared about was each other and even outsiders to their lives were scared about the lengths the three were willing to go for each other. 

[dont-doubt-dopple]

Puppet on Strings - Brohm

A/N: Two shouts outs I’d like to make here, both to people on tumblr. The first is @brohm for giving me the request for this. Villain!Bryce was definitely a challenge to write. The second shout out is to @copicmarkersniffers . Their take one the Asylum AU, where Bryce is the patient and not Ohm, definitely inspired my take on Bryce. Honestly, I don’t know where I would’ve started without them.

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The gun was a nice refreshing change from his usual routine. Usually Bryce used a tranquilizer, but then he has to shoot the target with it and get him out of public eye. He also had to figure out how much sedative to knock him out fast but not kill him. It was a hassle, especially Delirious and CaRtOoNz never gave him any information on the targets to determine this. The silenced pistol was quick, quiet, and efficient. Problem was, blood splattered.

“See, this is why I don’t wear good shirts on assignments.” Bryce complained as the body crumpled to the floor. He could almost feel the glare that Ohmwrecker gave him under the mask that covered his eyes. He turned, looking at the masked hero with playful amusement. “What? You expecting something else?”

“It’s not normal for you.” Ohm stated, his voice as steady as his stance. Bryce poured a little before taking steps closer to his enemy. Air quotes on the enemy part. “Guns aren’t you.”

“I felt like mixing it up today.” Bryce smiled as he approached. He started to play with the right bunny ear on Ohm’s hoodie, sliding the fabric between his fingers. “Besides, this one was of high importance. Didn’t want to have anything associating me with the crime.”

“It was still you that killed him, McQuaid.” Ohm replied, pushing away Bryce’s arm. Bryce made a small pouty face at the other, but to no affect. “The police will figure this out.”

“The police are idiots.” Bryce snapped back. “They needed about 6 bodies before they figured out it was a consistent killer, and even then you had to tell them.” Ohm opened him mouth, but Bryce placed a finger over it. “Shhhhhh. You aren’t going to tell them anything, Ohmie. This is our little secret. You understand?” Ohm didn’t move. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Bryce removed the finger. “And why not?” McQuaid sighed, fixing the kitty ears on his head and his own mask. This one had eye holes, unlike Ohm’s, so he could show his shiny blue eyes. He cocked the gun and pointed it at the hero’s face. The reaction was so quick that Ohm flinched.

“I could have killed you ages ago.” Bryce answered in a serious tone. “But I like you. You’re like a toy; so easy to be played with. What happens, though, when said toy prevents me from doing my job? It loses what makes it fun in the first place. It’s disposable.” For emphasis, the reddish blond pushed the gun against Ohm'a forehead. “Like equals life. Got it?”

“I understand.” He spoke shakily.

“Good.” Bryce smiled, dropping the gun down to his waist. “Keep in mind though that one day I may get tired of you.” He twiddled the gun in his hands. “Every toy has its lifespan.”

“Just prolonging the inevitable, I guess.” Ohm chuckled nervously. Bryce threw once last glance at the hero as he left the scene.

“Just keep on my good side, Ohmie.”

<•>

Bryce, in the few moments between when he and Ryan came home, always wondered if he knew. If Ryan knew the secret he was hiding or if he was just as clueless as he let on. In all the time since he realized his boyfriend was the Ohmwrecker, there were just subtle things that could give him all away.

For one thing, Bryce didn’t use a voice modifier like Ohm somehow did. His blond red hair and blue eyes showed, or his love for cats and purple was vocal in both personalities. They were all little piece that Ryan could put together and figure out who he was and it could jeopardize …

“Baby!” Ryan called from the door, interrupting his thought train. “I’m home!”

“I’m in the living room!” Bryce shouted back. Ryan popped his head in a few seconds later, his usual cheeky grin spread across his face. “I warmed the seat up for you.”

“Thanks, Brycey~” Ryan settled onto the couch, followed by Bryce cuddling into him. “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything you want to, Ry.” Both men smiled when the TV flicked on. As Ryan switched over to the news, Bryce shifted uncomfortably. He hated watching the news, and he expressed it many times. “I know, baby. I just want to see what’s up with the heroes and stuff. Then we can finally watch Riverdale. The first season just came out on Netflix.” Bryce muttered an agreement, focusing more on his boyfriend as the stories rambled on. He didn’t start to focus until the hero stories popped up anyways. He only ever liked them anyways.

“Raphael Montoya was found dead today via a gunshot to the neck.” The news lady stated. “Montoya was the head of the powerful Nano Inc., a company that was working on nanotech for uses in medical and weaponry advancements. The company now falls into the hands of his son, Adam.”

“It’s a tragedy.” Adam expressed to the camera, flashing his signature Cheshire smile. “My father is … was a great man who managed to achieve great things in his life that was unfortunately cut short. However, my father was very conservative and I feel that I can make changes that will bring Nano Inc. into the future. Right now though, my priority is my father. May he rest in piece.”

There was a brief pause from the anchorwoman. “The full interview with Adam Montoya can be found online on our website. Mr. Montoya’s death is currently being investigated, however the police have stated that due to the method in which Montoya was killed it will be difficult to specifically identify the culprit.”

Bryce’s phone vibrated in his pocket. While his boyfriend was still absorbed in some lacrosse story, he looked at the message.

Luke From: That one you?

Above was he article linking to the murder of Montoya. Bryce smiled to himself.

To: Yeah, it’s me. You said to keep it anonymous

From: Just confirming. Don’t worry too much about the economics test Friday

From: he still clueless?

“Who you texting?” Ryan asked, trying to peer at Bryce’s messages.

“My friend Luke.” He replied honestly. “Now, are we just Netflix-ing or are we chilling too?”

“I don’t know if Netflix-ing is a word.” Bryce quickly stole a kiss from Ryan’s lips.

“It is now.”

“Bryce Mikos, you are a cheeky son of a bitch. You know that?” Bryce smiled at the fake last name.

“You’re just realizing that now?” Ryan laughed, and Bryce fell more into his boyfriend. “Alright, let me just text him back and we can watch what you want.”

To: still my favorite puppet on strings.