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sukunasweetheart · 7 months ago

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the tiger and his milk! 🐯

in this world, a certain tiger hybrid male keeps a keen eye on a cow hybrid female next door...

warnings; female reader, inaccurate?omegaverse, lactation without pregnancy, animal-human hybrid AU (but theyre more human than animal tbh just imagine them with ears and a tail), heat and rut, breeding, alcohol as aphrodisiac, bullying of the cervix, tit sucking, nipple teasing, biting, dry humping, overstimulation, sexual frustration, neighbours-with-benefits, knotting, f!masturbation, lots of cum, this is straight up just a hxntai oop

word count; 6.5k

dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/thecutestgrotto

do NOT expect a serious and well-paced writing from this one, i was horny and the end result is just.... this. sorry not sorry, I AM WARNING YALL; this is one degenerate ass fic also forgive me for any inaccuracies in any of the tropes i used, i just cherry picked the parts i wanted and mixed it all together so...

moving to this new neighborhood hasn't been all too easy for you.

being a little low on money aside, there's a certain rambunctious neighbour who won't leave you alone. he playfully terrorises you with threats to eat you up, and makes comments that all go straight to your head, making you feel weak and flustered, leading you to cower beneath him. though you should firmly tell him to cut it out, you struggle to do this when you’re dealing with someone who could be a natural predator of yours, had you been an actual sow and not a hybrid.

that, and also-

strangely, there's a part of you that doesn't despise the way he treats you. in fact, when you see his large, brutish hands and the veins that run up his arms, you feel yourself squeezing your thighs together. you brush it off as it being a result of your apparent loneliness and sexual frustration. there's nothing good that'd come out from being with such a discourteous man.

setting that aside... there are numerous other problems that you've been having to deal with, recently.

your breasts have been collecting milk faster, and much more than usual, recently.

even for cow hybrids, milk should only be produced when the female is pregnant, and for only a year or two at most after giving birth. for some unknown reason, you produce it all year round, even without needing to have children. doctor after doctor you've visited, and all they've told you is that you're a strange anomaly. there is nothing you can do about it except extract it every now and then, to relieve the pain and swelling.

tonight, that is what you're planning on busying yourself with, once you get home from your shitty office job.

walking towards your porch with a deep sigh, you hear a deep voice call out to you.

"bad day at work, dollface?" your terrible neighbour-- sukuna, he's called, asks you with a cigarette in his hand dressed in jeans and a black tanktop. his tail swishes playfully behind him.

dollface. one of the few nicknames he uses condescendingly to refer to you. it's either dollface, doll, or sweetheart, and you don't recall ever hearing him actually use your name.

"um, work was alright... thank you for asking. have a good evening."

you like to make things short and stop any further conversation from happening, even though it might come off as a little awkward. one of sukuna's ears flick at your dry response, but he doesn't seem to bother you any further as you hurriedly unlock your front door and head inside.

sukuna drops his cigarette bud on the ground, and puts out the flame by stepping on it. you're not very sociable, as per usual...

but your sweet, passing scent makes for a little growl to rise in the back of his throat. sweet milk. that's what you always smell like. how curious. how tempting.

once you're home, you immediately grab your breastmilk pump that sits beside your sink. it hasn't been too long since you last cleaned it. you unhook your bra, and grimace at the wet stains on it, from leaking bit by bit throughout the day.

you press the pump up against one of your breasts and press the on button. it starts doing it's job. you sigh from relief, and watch as it fills up quite quickly. you wonder what you should do with all of it...

you stop the pump to empty it out into a glass bottle. it's a tedious process. sometimes... sometimes you wish you had a partner who could help you with it. sometimes, you wish someone would latch their mouth on and extract you directly-

what if he-- sukuna- did that for you? forcefully held you down and-

your eyes widen and your tail droops with shock at your own intrusive thoughts. heavens, no! you need to get yourself a partner. it's been too long. you hope you're not heading into heat already? it's not time for that yet, at least not according to your usual cycle. shaking your head as you extract the remnants of the milk from your breasts, you finish up quickly.

at least tomorrow, it will be saturday.

you'd forgotten about how overgrown the grass in your front yard had gotten. so, even though it's a saturday, and despite how you'd love to stay inside with all the curtains shut and doors locked tight... an unpleasant duty calls outside.

but despite the meticulous preparation of lathering enough sunscreen over yourself in protection against the sun's rays - the lawn mower suddenly doesn't want to heed to your calling.

your face scrunches up into a frown. darn thing.

the useless machine splutters and makes an obnoxious noise only in the beginning before giving out, no matter how many times you try to rev it back up again.

"goddamn it. you stupid thing," you mutter under your breath, crouching down to inspect it.

"need help?"

sukuna leans against the fence that is shorter than his own height, watching you with amusement. he'd been observing you for quite a few minutes by now.

"no thank you. i'm quite alright..." you respond without turning back. you know damn well whose voice that belongs to.

but does he listen? of course not! you hear the noise of the man easily bypassing the fence by elegantly hopping over it, before walking over towards you. how funny, even the fence fails to serve it's purpose in this moment.

"like that's believable. you think verbally degrading it will make it work?" sukuna snorts, coming around and shooing you away from the lawn mower.

he gives it a nice big rev, but not much happens. you smile slightly, wondering if he was going to make a fool of himself, after all that big attitude.

sukuna brings his foot against the side of the machine and gives it a hard kick. the sound startles you.

and now it's starting up nicely, and beginning to do it's job.

the man begins to mow your lawn for you, without another word. you stand around, not knowing what to do... your ears flicker as you stare at him doing your job for you. it feels odd. what is he up to?

well... no matter the hidden motive, it's true that he's doing you a huge favour. perhaps you should at least make a cold beverage for him, once he finishes with your yard. after observing him for a while, you head back inside to search for what would serve as an appropriate iced drink.

by the time you've stepped back outside, the yard is cut neatly and sukuna is in the midst of returning your lawn mower to your garage.

you silently hand him over his drink, and he takes it with a smirk.

"it's gone..." he suddenly comments.

"what's gone?" you question, with a raised eyebrow.

"that sweet smell that always surrounds you."

he proceeds to down his drink very quickly, not breaking eye contact with you. then, he starts chewing on the ice, tail swishing mischievously behind him.

"i... don't know what you mean." you cross your arms.

"hmm. playing dumb, i see. that's fine, i suppose."

you stand awkwardly with him in silence, simply listening to him crunching away on the ice. the heat from the sunlight gets more and more unbearable.

"if you're done with your drink... i think i'll start heading back inside now. thank you for your help today," you tell him politely, carefully taking your cup back from his hands.

he makes it seem like he's handing it over to you obediently, but then he tightens his grip against it when you're holding onto the glass, making you stare up at him in confusion. he pulls it back, so that you stumble closer to him.

"just letting you know. if you need any help, you can always ask me."

you're a bit nervous, but you try not to show it. does he know something? how much does he know? you feel your tail cowardly fall in between your legs. sukuna's ears give a light flick, but you don't know what that means.

"...we're neighbours, after all."

you look at him with distrust, holding onto your cup tighter. your gaze is unwavering as you meet his eyes.

"sure. i'll keep that in mind," you respond slowly.

seemingly satisfied, he lets go of your glass.

"thanks for the drink. see you."

it's a short backhanded wave he gives you, before he hops over the fence again. you narrow your eyes. just what kind of fence is this useless? can't even keep away one bad, bad man. you're not sure how much he's caught onto, but you sure hope he stops being interested in you with enough time. he easily sends odd tingles down your spine, and you don't like that one bit.

not at all...

the working part of an office job isn't actually that bad.

it's the people involved around you that makes it a living hell. nothing gets your blood pressure higher than your collusive colleagues and snobby superiors - especially the lazy ones who do everything to shove their workload onto other people.

such people are yet also, annoyingly obsessed with get-togethers and teamwork, which makes you laugh.

today is such an unlucky day, that you've been dragged off to an after-work gathering at some cheap restaurant with your shitty coworkers, all because one of them decided that they needed one.

nothing like being surrounded by a bunch of people that you hate, on a wednesday evening. you have to put on a fake smile, and remain the passive, agreeable coworker in this environment. they coerce you to drink more alcohol. you want to decline, but you feel as though you'll ruin the mood if you turn them down. you down a few pints of beer.

you can feel your breasts leaking again.

just let me go home, you think to yourself, for the fifth time in a row.

your wish is only granted after an hour or two later. you're still sober, maybe a little tipsy, seeing as you can feel the heat in your face from the alcohol. your body is probably not taking it very well today.

the first thing you do when you get home is washing your hands and settling down with your little trusty pump. when you undo your bra, you sigh in relief as your chest feels free. and also...

it's probably the alcohol acting as an aphrodisiac - you're a bit more sensitive tonight. you caress the swell of your breast and groan, your horniness overriding how tired you are. your other hand wanders down your panties, and your ears droop down.

you purse your lips together and let your fingers work against your clit for an orgasm that you know will be unsatisfactory, but you chase after such pleasure regardless. your breaths quicken, and you tilt your head back, closing your eyes. nearly there...

just when you were about to reach your first high of the night, a firm knock is heard from your door. just your luck. a ruined orgasm.

who can it be, at this time of the evening? you throw on a cardigan that just barely covers you up, and boldly stomp towards the door, irritated. you could give this person just about any piece of your mind.

but when you open the door, you're met with your most cunning and bothersome of a neighbour, sukuna. maybe it's because you're hornier than ever right now - you feel as though he looks even...hotter, tonight. his scent makes you dizzy.

sukuna had come by because he needed an ingredient for his dinner.

he wasn't expecting to be met with the eye candy that is your slightly disheveled self, with one hand keeping your loose cardigan together, while you're very obviously braless, judging by your nipples jutting out against the fabric. that, and the thick smell of your arousal that hit him right when the door had opened.

"wh-what do you want?" you ask, a little breathless, trying to keep it together.

sukuna looks down at you, trying to keep himself calm. this seems amusing. he doesn't think he'll be able to stop himself from tenting his pants soon, if he stays around you longer...

"you look like you were busy with something... sorry to interrupt," he voices slyly, his fangs showing when he smiles.

"just... get on with it, please," you frown, your legs squeezing together. you can never tell what he's thinking - whether he knows everything or if he's pretending to know everything.

"nothing much, just ran out of salt at home. could i get some of yours?" sukuna shrugs innocently, holding up his empty salt jar.

"hold on a second."

you turn around to button your cardigan up with a sigh of annoyance, and you tell him to come in while you grab your salt from the kitchen.

once sukuna steps inside, he observes a million details at once. the very first thing he sees is your little pump that you'd forgotten to put away there. there's no way that puny thing is enough for you, is it?

in your kitchen, you grab your jar of salt, and attempt to open the thing - but your arms feel like jelly at the moment. you grit your teeth and try harder, cursing at yourself for shutting it so tight the last time you used it. you begin to strain your arms further. sukuna marvels at this excellent opportunity he is granted.

your feelings of irritation are whisked away when a pair of hands gently land on top of yours, against the jar. his fingertips reach the lid through the gaps between your own fingers. you feel the bigger man's body warmth, when he comes around from behind. it makes you feel so weak. your tail is hanging off to the side, raised high.

sukuna applies a bit of pressure, and the jar comes off easily. you note how warm his large hands feel.

"i came here for the salt, but now i'm thinking maybe i won't need it anymore..." he whispers down at you. your ears can't help but flicker from his voice.

"what... do you mean by that?" you ask, not knowing what to think.

he guides your hands to put the salt down on the counter. and then his body presses up against yours a little harder. you can feel his growing boner against your behind, and you feel lightheaded. sukuna peers down longingly at the exposed side of your neck.

your pheromones mix with his, and his fluffy tail curls around your leg, almost possessively. sukuna's hands are still holding onto yours, and you feel your breaths get more laboured by the tension.

"i promised to lend my help, didn't i? c'mon..." he coaxes, speaking closely so that his breath grazes against the skin of your neck.

you feel yourself starting to sweat a little more - his body heat is just too much. your chest is uncomfortably full, and the thought of someone sucking on your sensitive nipples is enough for you to finally cave in, and play the fool for the night.

you break free from his grasp for a moment, and hesitatingly point to your couch.

"...sit. it's probably easier on the couch," you tell him, not looking his way. and now you're even shoving him towards it, impatiently.

"my, how demanding," he comments teasingly. he knows you purposefully broke the tension - to prevent him from taking the lead. but he obediently takes a seat on your couch. following that, you awkwardly mount him and sit on his lap.

sukuna watches with a softer smirk as you unbutton yourself again, revealing your leaky breasts with a flustered look on your face. sukuna's hit with that familiar sweet scent that's always been floating around you all this time - but now, it's right in front of him, in full force. it makes his mouth water. he was right about you lactating.

"....go ahead," you tell him shamelessly, yet still sorely embarrassed, cheeks feeling so warm that you're concerned you might pass out. "just be gentle," you warn him, looking at him with a little hesitation and pursed lips.

sukuna feels his cock twitch against you, and he wonders if you can feel it too, from the way you're sitting right on it. his own face feels quite flushed - any man would be the same if they were in his position. such a pretty thing in his lap, willingly undoing her buttons for him. he's never seen tits more beautiful than yours.

"hurry-" you breathe out, impatient, and moreover, shy from the way he's shamelessly admiring your face and chest with a dumb smirk plastered on his face.

not even a millisecond after you say it, he puts his searing hot mouth around one of your nipples. your brain ceases to function as a zap runs through your body, and you whine without meaning to, your back arching. though you grab at his shoulder, your other hand claps over your own mouth to muffle your moans.

the suction of his mouth does wonders for pleasure, nothing like the dull feeling that your mechanic pump gives. you hear his throaty growls as he sucks on your nipple, getting a mouthful of the taste of your sweet milk. you shudder on top of him, becoming pliant with his touch.

sukuna bathes in your warmth and the softness of your breasts, enjoying how he is able to breathe in your scent from this close. your milk isn't like anything he's ever had before. not too sweet and yet not bland - a taste that is unique to you...

his other hand squeezes your other nipple, making sure it isn't too lonely from his touch. you jerk your hips against him, whole body twitching from the pleasure, the joy of having your tits milked by someone else rather than yourself. you can't hold your moans back any longer.

"fuck... oh please..." you mumble, feeling your breast being drained of it's milk.

he stops sucking for a moment, and you see the beautiful but subtle blush on his cheeks, as he looks up at you like he's intoxicated. he lets his tongue out and flicks it up and down your erect nipple, rolling it around the areola. it makes you whimper and tremble in his lap.

"don't... tease me..." you say through gritted teeth, frowning at him while he merely chuckles at your reaction.

sukuna attaches his mouth to your other breast, as it's leaking so much - as if to beg him to drain it next.

your cunt is pulsing so bad, and you feel yourself drenching your panties already. you subconsciously grind down against him and his obvious boner, trying to relieve yourself, desperate to reach a proper orgasm this time. both of you are in a lusty haze, unconcentrated eyes, you're lost in pleasure and he's lost in the taste of you, your breast milk dripping down his chin as he messily gulps down with greed.

sukuna also bucks his hips up against you, cock straining in his pants - god, he's so hard that it hurts. when was the last time he's felt such a way? he breathlessly sucks and slurps everything out of you, feeling the milk pass down his throat and into his stomach. he could drink this shit forever.

he wants to cum. he's gonna fucking cum. into his pants no less, like a damn virgin. with the way you're rolling your hips around and grinding down on him like a whore, its only a matter of time.

"haah... sukuna... more- do it more," you plead, relishing in the pleasure of having your tits taken care of, while you get yourself off on his very obvious erection - rubbing your clothed cunt against him. it feels so good on your sensitive clit, you're gonna lose your damn mind.

sukuna doesn't pry his lips away from your nipple, but his hands come off your breasts - you feel his arms wrap around your waist instead, holding you down against him tightly, guiding your hips and helping himself dry hump you harder while his face is still all up in your tits.

your breathing quickens even further, and you grab fistfuls of his shirt on his back, shutting your eyes in anticipation-- before letting your orgasm crash over you completely. you gasp as your clit throbs intensely, and you feel slick leaking all over in your panties as you ride your climax out against sukuna's hard cock, shuddering as you do so.

sukuna groans with his mouth still on your breast, his orgasm coming a little later than yours, dick twitching as rope after rope of his cum soils his boxers, hips bucking up into you without control - it feels so restricted in his shorts, and he desperately wants to take it out. his lips finally leave your swollen nipple with a little pop sound. his large hands come to grope the soft flesh as he comes off his high, a dull throb ringing in his cock, one orgasm being far from enough.

"look at you, rubbing your cunt all over my cock to get yourself off, like a proper slut. aren't you a little too eager?" he teases breathlessly, with a weak smirk on his face.

"you're the one... that came onto me so strongly..." you pant, drunk from the waves of pleasure you just received, and from the endless twitching of sukuna's giant cock... he's still hard.

"just admit that you're perverted. arguably, even worse than what i am," sukuna mocks, pinching at your nipples, making you wince.

"shut up, you."

in the spur of the moment, you lift your hips up slightly to shove your hand down his pants to take his dick out due to irritation. sukuna gives the slightest flinch from the sensation of your hand, grabbing onto his now bare erection.

you begin to fiercely jerk him off with a frown on your face, wanting to punish him for his comments a few seconds ago, knowing he's still sensitive from his recent orgasm.

"fuck-! what're you-" he cuts his own voice off with a choked off gasp due to the tight grip of your hand against his twitching cock. he's back to bucking his hips again as you pump up and down with both hands, his dick already being lathered with his own cum making it easier for you. the noises that come out of him almost fills you with pride - and also surprise. you'd never thought that someone like him would ever moan in this way... you jerk him off faster, and a little harder, being fixated on his pretty looking cock that keeps jumping in your hands.

"shit! that's- enough-" sukuna gasps again, chest heaving and whole body jerking, but oddly, not attempting to stop you at all.

you watch in awe, as his cock spurts out several strings of white cum once again, his head tilted back with deep groans, dick pulsing - your hands keep away from it for the first few seconds just to observe, but then you help to milk it dry, grabbing his base and slowly stroking up and down. he shudders from your touch, and the sight of him being so sorely sensitive makes you feel your heartbeat in your pussy again.

he really does cum a shit ton. it goes for what seems to be like ages, never ending pulses of his cock and rope after rope tainting your hands, and his own stomach. the way he shivers before you, how captivating his groans sound, it all makes you want to do it all over again.

you slowly rub his tip against your palm, playing with his dick as if it were a toy - but this time, he grabs your wrist to stop you.

"enough..." he says with a low voice - and the look that he gives you sends a shiver down your spine.

he's beginning to smell a bit different. its not like before. and it's getting thicker by the second...

"ah, fuck.... i'm in rut," sukuna admits with a scowl, and a flushed face.

the realisation hits you like a truck.

"look at what you've done," sukuna growls as he grabs your hips and pushes you closer towards him, his cock impossibly harder. he's breathing heavily, and you see the precum that's gathering on his tip. he won't be able to hold himself back much longer, and you know it.

and curse the omega in you - you're unable to resist him, and you can feel yourself syncing with his rut, a strange swoop occurring in your stomach. his strong pheromones make you lightheaded and feverish, instigating your submissive side as you become obedient - sitting on his lap with an eager shine in your eyes, breathing heavy from his strong scent and your desire to be dominated.

you want to have your brains fucked out. you can't take it anymore.

as if reading your mind, sukuna lunges forward and practically throws you onto your back on your couch - you let out a yelp and watch as he pulls your shorts and panties down and casts them aside, stripping you completely. you feel so vulnerable, but his intense strength and desperation is only adding to your arousal.

he pushes your knees up and rubs his cock up against your clit, and puckering hole.

"look at all this slick. you want me that bad huh?" sukuna remarks darkly, sweat gathering on his temples.

you grit your teeth, fighting the urge to give him a meek response - having the strange desire to provoke and set him off until the end.

"you're the desperate one here..." you tell him breathlessly, sensing how his dick is practically begging to be inside you, with the way it twitches on your cunt.

your blood runs cold for a second, when you see the way he looks down at you, with a vein popping out on his forehead.

"...maybe i am," he relents, with a low voice, grabbing your face.

and then he leans down to shove his lips against yours, while thrusting his cock into you at the same time.

you whimper into the kiss as his tip hits your womb like nothing. you'd ignored how massive he was at the start, but now it's impossible to brush off.

"t-too big..." you mumble when he breaks away from your lips.

sukuna groans as he drags his cock in and out of your sopping cunt, practically holding him in an iron grip from the suction. your endless amount of slick coats his dick with plenty of lubricant to fuck you more easily.

"you can take it, doll. i'll make you take it..."

his eyes dilate as he begins to piston his hips at a fast but uneven pace, groaning shamelessly as his cock ravishes your pussy by hitting all the right places, heavy balls smacking against your ass with every thrust. the pleasure runs through your veins like electricity, and you feel high off the feeling of someone so big and strong using you like you were his fleshlight - to relieve his rut.

you can barely breathe from the way he pounds you, relentlessly pushing you to the limit, tears forming in your eyes and high pitched moans coming from your throat.

"ohh-! sukuna... oh, please please please..." you plead, almost sobbing.

he responds by leaning down to lather his tongue against your scent glands, sucking on them and rest of the skin on your neck. you shudder and let out another set of whimpers - and sukuna's fangs feel antsy, wanting to sink them into your flesh.

sukuna aims for the sweetness from your breasts, to distract himself. you cry out as he roughly latches onto your nipple and begins to suck as he squeezes your soft flesh. his cock feels like it's about to burst.

when he stimulates your nipples a certain way and his tip grazes your g-spot at the same time, you're hit with an orgasm that makes you squeal and has your cunt fluttering uncontrollably.

his dick gives in to the sudden milkings of your pussy and sukuna pushes his hips to settle himself into you as deep as he can - giving a choked off groan from the sudden climax as his cock swells up inside of you, anchoring itself.

the knowledge of him knotting you doesn't seem to matter as you enjoy the feeling of the warm gush of his cum pouring into your womb, his balls clenching with every rope that spurts out, messily coating your walls with white.

sukuna pants so heavily above you, abs flexing as he continues to orgasm in your warm cunt that still has a dull pulse from your previous climax. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a soft growl, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

your breathing relaxes as you lay still on the couch while sukuna weighs you down and breeds you properly, consequences be damned. you could try and fight him off, but it's been so long since you've been so sexually satisfied that your logical thinking has turned itself off. all you want to do is enjoy bathing in the pheromones of your alpha and let the heaviness of his large body drape over yours as he pumps you full of his babies.

sukuna is usually very careful about who he's around when he's in a rut - and he's always made sure either he or his partner had some sort of protection on before doing anything. he wouldn't want to go around having kids with the wrong people. it's hard to say whether you're wrong or right for him - he doesn't know much about you to judge yet...

but you make him feel so right.

and he's still fighting off the urge to mark you to make you officially his, with drool beginning to run down his chin. his fangs are making it unbearable; he needs to bite something right now.

"you look restless..." you tell him, getting him to tear his gaze away from your neck, to your face instead.

you pull him in for a messy kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth. he feels the way you brush over his fangs, paying extra attention to them as you make out with him, and it makes him groan. you must have done this with someone else before. sukuna nips at your tongue and lower lip, doing his best not to break skin - trying to relieve himself of the urge to bite.

the swell of his knot is gradually subsiding, but you know that the night is far from over.

"which way to your bedroom?" sukuna asks after breaking away from your kiss, breathlessly.

"farthest down the corridor, past the kitchen.." you respond, feeling a little needy after he abruptly stopped the kiss like that.

"hold onto me."

he lifts you up easily with his arms, and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms over his shoulders. the display of strength makes your heartbeat quicken.

when you're laid upon the soft mattress of your bed, his lips come crashing down again - while his hips begin to give shallow thrusts, cock still hard and throbbing. sukuna kisses you like he's a man starved, and you feel as though he might actually swallow you up at this rate.

the strong grip on your hips tighten as his pace gets rougher. you have to break away to gasp and moan. every time he jostles your body, you feel his previous heavy load sloshing inside you, and it's getting too much. sukuna doesn't look like he's even entirely here, hips moving mindlessly and drool dripping down his chin - it's a terrifyingly arousing sight.

he tries to come down and kiss you again, but you have to push his face away - you're so out of breath that you're afraid you might pass out if he does that again. it's overwhelming, how his thick cock bullies itself against your walls over and over again.

sukuna doesn't seem too pleased that you're pushing him away; he holds you tighter and he adjusts his hips to fuck you deeper. you mewl loudly, but keep your hand weakly against his face - he doesn't force it away, but lets his tongue droop out, caressing your fingers with it. you feel him bite and suck on your hand as his sharp thrusts produce small bulges in your stomach.

you witness his eyes dilating again, and you swear you see hearts in them this time, your fingers still in his mouth.

his dick feels so, so good in your pussy. your intoxicating smell now surrounds him after coming into your bedroom, and it's driving him insane. he grunts above you, balls feeling heavy, dick pulsing as his tip finds its way knocking on your cervix. there's a thick ring of cream foaming on the base of his cock now, a mixed concoction of both his cum and your slick.

his thrusting gets sloppy and his hips stutter, meaning that he's going to orgasm again. sukuna's eyes roll back, as he messily "kisses" your hand, pushing himself balls deep into you at the final moment.

you arch your back at the sensation of his knot swelling up once again, cumming at this moment. sukuna almost topples over from the tightness, as the walls of your cunt flutter around his knot, effectively squeezing everything out of him.

"f-fu-uuck..." he drones, his voice dragging the curse word out.

you feel him dumping every drop into your poor womb, emptying his balls. you're afraid that you'll get addicted to this "full" feeling, the warmth of his seed filling you up, the way your insides can feel his cock twitch violently with every thick string of cum he shoots out. you never imagined being held down and inseminated would feel this good.

sukuna's eyes are half-lidded, pleasure continuing to run up and down his spine. he pins your wrist down against the bed suddenly, and latches his mouth to one of your breasts - beginning to suck immediately, like he's trying to rehydrate himself with your milk. you shudder. it seems as though he's doing nothing but take, take, and take from your body... not that you'll stop him from doing so.

you run your fingers through his soft hair, catching your breath, slightly trembling each time he sucks a little too hard. shortly after he is seemingly content, he completely collapses his body over yours, face all up in your breasts, purring while his knot still sits inside of you.

you sense that it's only the beginning of a long, long night.

once the sun has rolled into the sky, you finally remember the fact that the weekdays haven't finished yet - and that you're supposed to be getting ready for work right now.

problem is, there's a certain someone clinging to your whole body from behind, still purring against the nape of your neck with a hand lazily groping the flesh of your tit. you can feel his fluffy tail curling around yours, possessively. you're sleepy, and his stupid purring keeps coaxing you to take a nap. he's a lot more docile and softhearted than you imagined. you supposed he'd be out of your house by now.

you reach out and feel around to grab your phone, to give your workplace a call to take the day off. while you're on the phone, sukuna places soft kisses down your back. you hope your boss can't hear the excessive vibration in the background. once you're done with that, you shove your phone under your pillow.

"i need a nap... you can use my shower, or go home, whichever you prefer," you tell him sleepily, shutting your eyes.

"is sleeping next to you also an option?" he asks from behind you, snuggling up closer.

"mm," you reply mindlessly, already dozing off. he slips his arm under your head. admittedly, his arm pillow does feel comfortable.

when you next wake up in a few hours time, you don't know what to feel when you notice that he's still next to you in bed.

"finally awake?"

"yeah... i'm surprised you haven't left," you mumble, following that with a yawn.

"i'm surprised you're not chasing me out," he shoots back.

"what would be the point? i'll see you again the moment i step outside the house."

"i bet you love that. being able to see me all the time," sukuna teases, twirling a strand of your hair with his finger.

"ugh, think what you will," you roll your eyes, trying not to be flustered.

you suddenly realise how thirsty and hungry you are.

"i'm starving... i don't remember what's in the fridge," you mumble to yourself.

"hop in the shower with me and i'll take care of all your meals today," he offers, smirking.

you don't really trust his intentions - especially something as intimate as showering together - but you are famished, and you don't think you will be bothered to cook at all today.

"what meals are we thinking?" you ask, curious.

"hm. well, how about steak?"

"... is that a threat?"

sukuna bursts into laughter.

he informs you that the salt he had originally wanted from you was supposed to be for the steak he was cooking last night. who knew that he'd be having a different kind of steak that evening? you look unamused as he makes the joke between chuckles.

unsurprisingly, you do end up in the shower with him, and again, unsurprisingly, he does pay extra attention to soaping up your tits in particular, and making out with you a little here and there. but as promised, you are rewarded with possibly the best meals you've ever had since you moved to this neighbourhood.

after a bit of conversation, turns out the man is a freelance chef, which is something you would've never guessed. from first glance, he seemed like he could've been part of some gang or a shady underground business.

when you sheepishly apologise for misjudging him based on his looks, sukuna laughs once again, and tells you that he'll forgive you if you let him continue to "help you out" from here onwards...

the rest is in dot points bc im lazy!

originally, i had wanted to make this a bit more toxic but i turned it more wholesome bc i felt like ive already posted toxic stuff before this so haha...

btw you do a few pregnancy checks while sukuna is still there after that night, and it turns out negative. it's a big sigh of relief for you and while it should be the case for sukuna too, since he's never really liked the idea of having kids, for some reason there's the tiniest twinge of disappointment...

anyway - after this, their relationship turns into a weird mix between friends with benefits and ?lovers, semi slow burn

often crashing in each others beds and sharing meals, but also having periods where you won't see one another for a week or so when life gets busy

thing is, you always try and tell yourself that you'll only use him to relieve the swell in your breasts, but it's never the case. things always go out of control and you end up bouncing on his cock without thinking of the consequences.

and he can't stop himself from teasing you everytime, those tits of yours could kill a man, he swears. sukuna gets extremely touchy with them, grazing his fingertips over your nipples, groping you with your shirt still on like a lewd old man, life just feels better when he has your tit in his mouth or hands. it hardly feels like he's actually bullying you when he gets hard like a mf while doing it.

and there are moments where he blurs the line between FWB and becoming something a little more, like when he scents you before you leave his place. "...why're you scenting me?" "why not?"

there is an incident that happens in your house one time, where a huge water leak had happened while you were away at work, drenching the floorboards and things requiring a lot of fixing. you had nowhere else to stay that wasn't either a motel or some cheap sauna so sukuna offered you to sleep at his place for the time being.

it really made things between you two feel a lot more intimate and romantic, a lot of tension, especially when sleeping together without the sex and doing all the chores. both of you felt a little empty when the house maintenance was all done and you had to go back to your own place.

"but there's nowhere for you to sleep except for my bed. i'm not bothered to clean out any of the spare rooms and i don't suppose you want to sleep on the sofa for weeks straight?"

a sly method of getting you to sleep next to him.

also, this man is quite loaded with money. freelance chef popular in demand, but he only takes up jobs that he feels like doing. sometimes he'll leave his house empty for longer times because he's busy, which makes you quite lonely and confused, since he doesn't really explain to you where he's going and why a lot of the time.

when he eventually is back again, he is met with you, holding the scent of some other alpha. he finds himself feeling incredibly upset and possessive, even though he's always deemed relationships to be superficial in his life, because it limits his freedom. but he just feels so deeply unhappy about it that he ends up arguing with you

he knows it shouldn't be something he is entitled to feel angry about when he's not even properly committed to you but it's not like he's ever mingled with other omegas ever since he's met you? it just felt so unfair to him in the moment.

shortly after the argument, you end up confessing you didn't even do anything with the alpha anyway, just a boring date and one quick hug. and sukuna also explains that it was his fault in the first place, leaving and coming back without saying anything. turns out that he sometimes works as a chef in places like hotels and when he's preparing food for companies or people who live a distance away, he just spends the nights somewhere nearby for convenience.

the tension is high after both of you are finished clearing things up, and it eventually leads to sex again. he wants to get rid of that scent ASAP, whether it was from just a hug or not, he needs it GONE. and this time, he properly marks you, sinking his fangs into your scent glands like he's always ached to do.

the night ends with you two officially becoming a couple, finally haha, happy days

the end

Masterlist

#sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x y/n

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celestialgalaxyglow · 1 month ago

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Batfam and Danny, Part 43

Batcave after training hours.

Bruce: Alright everyone, good job training today. Alfred should be done with supper in about 30 minutes so hit the showers and wash up, you know Alfred doesn't like us all sweaty at the dinner table.

The Kids: Yes dad!

Dick: Goodness I'm tired.

Jason: Weak.

Dick: Little wing if you don't shut up I will throw you.

Jason: You can't even pick me up.

Dick: I-

Jason: I'm also a whole head taller than you.

Tim: Because you don't stop growing, I'm barely taller than your shoulders now.

Jason: Well that just means that I can call you little wing and it actually makes sense.

Dick: I gave you that name when you were a foot and a half shorter than me.

Tim: I don't care about that as long as Steph is remains shorter than me so I can call her little wing.

Steph: Well I think I've stopped growing so I'm gonna have to enjoy the time I have left having Damian shorter than me. Soon my little wing is going to be just as tall as dad.

Danny: Little wing?

Jason: Little wing is a nickname Dick gave me when I became Robin. Later when Tim became Robin I started using the nickname for him, and that started a tradition of each Robin calling the Robin after them their 'little wing.'

Damian: It's a fun tradtion, and don't worry Steph you can still call me little wing when I'm as tall as dad. Damian smirked. Benefit of being the bio child.

Cass (signing): Well Jason is taller than dad.

Duke: Yeah you might get taller than me, but I don't think you'll ever reach Jason-level height.

Dick: Also you talk so much about being dad's bio kid when he technically also adopted you.

Damian: What?

Tim: Wait that's true!

Damian: What?

Jason: Well think about Dami, your original birth certificate did not list Dad as your dad, the 'father' section of your birth certificate was marked as 'unknown' for the first ten years of your life.

Steph: Yeah it wasn't till you were ten and your mom told Bruce about you that he had your birth certificate amended so it would say that you were his kid.

Cass (signing): And then dad had to submit the paperwork for your Consular Report of Birth Abroad certificate so you could get your American citizenship.

Duke: In many ways dad had to submit a whole lot of documentation so he could get custody of you just like he did for us.

Damian: I guess from that perspective I was also adopted by baba. Damian smiled. I'm adopted!

The Other Kids: You're adopted!

Bruce had been sitting at the batcomputer listening into the conversation and he smiling. His flock of birds aways say the darndest things and reached the most outlandish conclusions, but he loved all of them nonetheless.

(Master Post)

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admirationandromantics · 7 months ago

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Rivalry

Okay, so great request, I love the so-called enemies with benefits thrope. I don't think there would be a character fitting this more than him too. Maybe Jess or Emily? Idk, I just know that this was fun <3

Part 1 I Part 2

“At least I’m not some stuck up bitch who can’t even solve a simple equation!” Josh shouts, walking up the stairs.

“Well, I don’t need anger management classes, I’m actually sane!” I shoot back, walking up the other set of stairs.

I can feel the tension down in the living room, everyone holding their breath. They were all waiting for one of us to explode, one of us to finally be done with each other’s crap. He failed and I won… This round at least. I’d been giving him small snarky remarks all week, slowly riling him up, and I loved it. Usually, we both go at it, but after his sisters heard a comment which struck a little bit too hard, they took him into a room and gave him a berating like a little child. It was hilarious. And now, when we were with everyone up on the mountain, he didn’t dare to insult me in public, afraid that his sisters would berate him once again. After building up, he finally popped, unable to contain his anger and lashing out. Honestly, I did too, I hated him after all. No wonder they say that all rich kids are spoiled and rude, except his sisters of course.

I don’t know what caused this particular fight. We were all playing a card game, and I used a bit too long to add up the points. Apparently, that was his breaking point. No wonder it took some time, I’ve drunk and I’m tired. I continue making my way up the stairs, walking to my room and slamming the door. I’m sure to lock it too. As I turn around, I’m met with his body slamming into mine, forcing me back on the door. I whine as my back hits the handle. He keeps kissing me roughly and passionate, getting all of his built up frustration out.

“Not the first time you’ve had that reaction to the door knob” he teases, smirking against my lips. I hate him. I hate his infiltrating nature, and classic smirk, thinking he’s better than everyone else.

“Well, maybe stop slamming me into it” I comment, grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him to the bed.

“You’re giving me too much power darling” he continues, putting an extra soft tone on the nickname. If it weren’t him, I would have blushed from the name, but I’ve gotten used to his snarky remarks, and I knew he just used them to get under my skin.

“Stop calling me that Washington” I whisper back in between breaths. I push him down on the bed, going on top of him and pulling at his shirt. He helps me, dragging it off and revealing his toned body. His skin is hot to the touch, and I feel like I’m on fire on him. Slowly being dragged into madness. Though this was not something new. I don’t know when we started doing this, but we both decided that it would be the best way to relieve our frustration.

“I would prefer it if you called me Josh” he whispers in my ear, starting to leave soft kisses on my neck.

“Keep dreaming”

“One day you’ll slip”

“I would never” I state as I quickly drag my sweater off, revealing my bra. He stops taking a look at my stomach, sliding his fingers over the dark spots he left the other night.

“You know, I think you should start parading these”

“And let everyone know what we’re doing? Absolutely not”

“You’re the boss” he laughs, taking hold of my thighs. I know what he’s about to do. He’s going to turn us around, forcing me under him and taking control, but I won’t let him. Right before he’s about to turn, I put my foot down, and he fails miserably. He grunts against my lips, and I can’t help the smirk that creeps.

“Smart girl” he comments, unbuttoning my pants.

“I know your patterns” I whisper, still smirking while he’s working on my neck. He suddenly stops, looking up at me with that familiar smug look.

“Oh really?” he challenges. He tries to turn us the other way, but I react quickly, stopping him yet again.

“Fuck” he whispers, admitting defeat.

“That’s what I thought” I tease him, and I can sense his anger building up again.

I feel around his shoulder, grazing every part of him, every curve and every muscle. I stand up, taking off my pants, and he does the same, throwing off his underwear at the same time. I take off my bra as well. Before he’s able to react, I push him down on the bed again. Determined to win both rounds today.

He’s surprised by my actions, and tries to get up again, but he only manages to sit up before I take my place on his thighs, kissing him roughly once again.

When we started doing this, we said no kissing, but as time went on, we figured that it helped the mood a lot. And we would not be talking and insulting each other, too busy fighting for dominance and eating each other's faces off.

One of his hands moves down to my folds, sliding and tickling lightly. I hate when he does that, making both of us aware of how hot he gets me, how I turn to putty in his arms.

“N-no” I whine, head going into his shoulder for support while I try to breathe calmly. There was no doubting the fire in between us. Passion, teasing and heavenly lovemaking. The other guys have commented on how we would be perfect for each other if we just put our rivalry aside, but neither of us could. I don’t even know what started it. I remember him being a jerk, and I shot back. The group told me no one else does, they just ignore his remarks. But when I tried, he just pushed harder, making my bubble pop.

He puts two fingers inside me, and starts pumping them in and out, thumb rubbing soft circles around my clit.

“Fucking hell, Washington” I moan, throwing my head back in pleasure. He always knew how to work his fingers in the most efficient way possible, able to make me cum in no time. I wouldn’t let him win this time. I take hold of his cock, pumping painfully slowly, making him lose his rhythm. He starts moaning, giving loud grunts and occasional whines. To fuel the experience, I start kissing his neck. As an automatic response, he tilts his head, giving me better access.

“You’re really off your game today” I tease against his tan skin. The comment makes him wake up, and he quickly grabs hold of my busy hand, forcing it around his neck. I look up confused, unsure about his next move. He moves his hips, hopping me up so I land right down on his dick. The sudden fullness throws me off, and I I give out an uncontrollable moan. He smirks, obviously proud of his little accomplishment.

“Are you insane?” I ask, panting and sweaty, still getting used to him inside me.

“Only with you” he whispers, starting to move. “The way you’ve been talking to me… You deserve every bit of this”.

The action throws me off, and I can’t help the erotic sounds coming out of my mouth. The possessiveness and darkness in his voice turns me on even more, making each thrust sloppier and wetter. I try to push him back on the bed, trying to gain my lost control, but he doesn’t fall. Instead he grabs my thighs harshly, making me whine out in pain. He uses the opportunity to capture my lips again, his mouth winning over mine easily. The grounding of the bed suddenly leaves my legs, and I feel him standing up, holding me tight whilst still inside me.

“What are you-” my question is stopped by my back slamming against the wall, my breath knocked out. Not being busy with my lips, he attacks my chest and collar with his mouth. His cock is still sliding in and out of me, and I feel my core building up again. I need this, I want to come so fucking bad. I hear his breathing quickens, and my legs wrap around him while he is still holding me up between his torso and the wall.

He doesn’t even need to rub my clit, our bodies so tight together that the friction from his pelvis is more than enough. I give a whine as I try to hold my release, desperate not to fail.

“Come on, come on” he chants, biting down on my shoulder to stop himself from finishing.

I give a small cry as I come, and he does as well. I don’t know who did first, but we both still stand against each other, my back against the wall and legs in the air. We both breathe heavily in tact, emotions all over the place. I look at his lips, feeling almost desperate for some sort of closure. But that cannot work. It’s too intimate for both of us. He keeps looking into my eyes, as if he’s searching for something, but doesn't know what to expect. I’m scared he’ll find out about me, that one part of me wants to be something more, do something deeper. I wiggle a little, and he carefully sets me down, making sure I still can feel my feet and have balance. We both walk in silence over to our clothing, and I have to look all over my room to find my bra.

“Hey” he exclaims, and I look up, seeing my panties in his hands.

“Give them here Washington” I threaten, holding out my hand. He gives me that irritating smug look, and I’m almost happy I didn’t kiss him in the end. As I go to grab them, he lifts them higher in the air, dodging my attempts.

“It’s Josh, say it!” he teases, and I look at him with contempt.

“I swear to god, if you don’t give me-”

“You’ll what? Fuck me again?” he smirks, proud of his remark.

“You know what, keep them” I wave my hand, putting on my leggings.

“Knowing that you’re walking around like that is gonna turn me on even more”

“Ugh, get a life Washington. Don’t you have anything better to do than thinking about me?”

He laughs, a small one which sounds genuine. “I guess I don’t”

“See you in a couple of hours” I say, making my way to the door.

“Two times in one night?”

“You can be so infuriating” I say to him, seeing him put my panties in his pocket.

“Well, that’s just part of the game”

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canthelpit0 · 1 year ago

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Enemies (With Benefits) PT4

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Wordcount: 4K +

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: Smut, language, mentions of insomnia, mentioned nightmares/dreams, slight facial dysmorphia (if u squint), mentions of crying, slightly toxic, party, use of y/n, nickname (cherry), pet names (ma, sweetheart, etc), fight (not graphic), switching, unprotected, creampie (she’s on the pill)

(A/N: hope you guys like this! got the idea from this request. Tysm again <33)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Everything with Chris is so unnecessarily complicated.

Why does he act like a little bitch sometimes. Coming to my house, begging me and than being all sassy and annoying.

I let out a harsh scoff when I accidentally smudged my mascara a little bit. Rolling my eyes I pick up a make up remover and a cotton pad to clean up my mistake.

I’ve gone back to ignoring Chris, for my own sake. And he’s stopped attempting to talk to me fully.

I’ve been sticking to Ethan a lot recently. Just staying by his side and all.

We were both invited to this party. But we were both gonna Uber there separately.

I was thinking of getting wasted tonight. I haven’t done that in a while. The last party I’d been to was the party Evelyn forced me to go to.

Evelyn and I haven’t talked much, due to me distancing myself. But she hadn’t tried to reach out either. I’m sure though, that she’ll be at the party.

Having finished my make up now, I look at myself in the mirror. I color corrected my red eyes from crying, well. That as Well as my dark eye bags from sleeping bad.

I was never the type of person to cry a lot. But recently… i was crying because of Chris. But I hate him. Yet he was making me cry, wishing that he was here to comfort me

I hum a tune that’s been stuck in my head.

I just wanna rub my eyes harshly, and just start crying again. I’ve been dreaming of Chris. All in different scenarios.

Sometimes we fucked, cuddled, or even argued. Other times he was with charlotte; or someone else. And other times I was with someone else and saw him in the corner of my eyes.

I’ve been sleeping bad at night, so occasionally I’d have naps after school. Wich didn’t really help much since I’d dream again.

I sigh staring back at myself. And it feels like the more I stare into the mirror, the more my face morphs and changes. That doesn’t look like me.

I purse my lips. My hands slam on my vanity as I aggressively get up.

I let out a harsh sigh moving away from the vanity.

I get a notification from my phone, notifying me that my Uber is here. I snap out of my trance. Honestly I’m so glad that that caught me off guard because I actually might’ve broken that mirror if it hadn’t.

I grab my tiny handbag and shove my phone into it. Then I just walk outside.

Once I’m in the Uber again I drift away in thought.

Chris had done nothing but mess with me, since I’ve known him. Since forever.

Now I’m in my tiny dress, my ass probably showing slightly when I walk, and I’m gonna get laid from someone other than Chris.

Maybe I can obsess over someone else.

And maybe I can finally remember that Chris is not the only human with a dick. And not the only one who can use it.

Before I knew it we were already there. I could hear the slight music from outside blaring into the car.

I tip the dive and finally get out the car.

I heard the car speed say behind me. While the house party in front of me had loud obnoxious music playing.

I swing open the door. I sigh at the tight crowd of people and just decide to card through them.

I’m getting Deja vu from this really. But last time I’d been here I’d seen Chris almost fuck charlotte, and than proceed to fuck me.

Chris..

Chris?

I raise an eyebrow staring back at a person across the room. He was dancing a solo cup already in his hand.

Okay so I was extremely late, so what.

I need to stop going to parties ‘fashionably’ late. By the time I arrive everyone is already wasted.

I purse my lips pushing through the drunk teenagers to get to the kitchen. From where I was standing I could still see Chris.

I need to stop thinking about him.

But how could I do that when he is just a few feet away, probably drunk and dancing with charlotte.

I turn to the counter grabbing some random liquor and pouring it into a, presumably, clean solo cup.

I down half of it in seconds. I need to feel the rush. I need to get drunk.

Honestly I could go looking for Ethan, but than I’d probably hang out with him in the backyard and smoke all light. Or I could find myself some good dick.

★ ★ ★

After a good few drinks I was dancing with some dude. I don’t know his name, and I don’t care to.

This would be a simple hook up.

Before I know it he starts to guide me outside mumbling something to me about how we can fuck at his house.

And honestly I don’t know why I let him drag me out of the party.

I don’t really want to hook up with him, I want Chris. But I won’t stop him either. I don’t care to.

Suddenly we stop walking. And within seconds I feel his hands off of me, and a loud cry echo through the night air.

I turn around to see what’s happening.

It was Chris. He’d punched my possible hook up guy. My mouth falls open. I want to say something. To tell Chris to fuck off and leave. But I want Chris.

I don’t pay attention for one second and suddenly the guy is on top of Chris beating him up.

I can see from their faces that Chris had gotten a few punches in too though. The guy was taller and bigger than Chris. And I remember something about him being an American football player or something.

Chris manages to flip them around beating up the guy. They wrestle on the ground while I just stand there stupidly and watch.

My drunk brain was processing this way too slow.

Suddenly I see Ethan come into my field of view trying to separate the two on the ground, without getting involved.

I feel another presence next to me. And it’s charlotte. The girl looks as shocked as me. but she also looks more sober.

I snap out of my trance, my slow brain having finally caught up.

I put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder to tell him to back off. And once he does I pull them apart. And they let me.

I yell at both of them about how stupid they are to make a scene like this. Both of them look down in shame.

I turn fully standing in front of the random dude. I slap him across the face and tell him to fuck off.

After that everything is a blur really. Once I somehow got Chris to my house, and up the stairs without waking my siblings, we stand in my bathroom.

Chris is sitting on the closed toilet seat. I sprint downstairs really quick to get him some ice, because, half his face was definitely going to be blue by tomorrow.

Once I’m back I put some alcohol on a cotton pad gently dapping it in his skin as he occasionally takes in harsh breaths.

“Why would you hit him?”

I sigh. That’s the first question I’ve asked since we’ve gotten here.

He holds the ice on his cheek, while I tend to a wound on his forehead. He wasn’t cut up too badly though. It was just a fist fight after all.

“Because he was going to take advantage of you” he scoffs as if the answer to that was obvious.

I purse my lips. Honestly I was subjecting myself to it. I was literally begging for anything, I would’ve been fine with that.

“You had no right to intervene.” I purse my lips. I take the alcohol from the sink and put it back in its place in the cabinet.

I help him up. Chris wasn’t walking bad, I just wanted to touch him.

We walk to my bedroom where he sits down on the bed, and I once again stand between his legs.

I take the ice out of his hands to look at his cheek to see how bad the damage is.

And after a moment I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He berries his non-bruised cheek into my stomach.

“You don’t get it cherry” he sighs, relaxing more as he touches me. “He was looking at you in a weird way.”

“Like what?” I ask. My hand goes to his head. I card my fingers through his messy brown hair.

“Like an object.” He mumbles so lowly, I barely even understand it.

“Oh and you don’t?”

The question is asked flatly. I just look down at him blankly not thinking anything of it.

“No.” He pulls away to look up at me. He looks at me like he is insisting he’s telling the truth.

“I may be rude, but I never look at you like you’re an object.” He scoffs at the accusation. He rolls his eyes hard.

“You don’t?” I ask flatly, not bothering to even act surprised. As much as in hate Chris, he doesn’t treat me bad. Necessarily. He’s just a dick.

He grumbles disagreements turning his face fully into my stomach as he keeps holding me closer.

He starts to complain about his head hurting, and how he fought someone for me and whatever.

I pull him off of me slightly. I was still holding the ice in my hand. It was a bunch of ice cubes I had put together onto some towel.

I slowly sink to my knees between Chris’ legs. I look up at him through my lashes.

“Want me to take your mind off of things baby?”

I ask in a mildly mocking way. But I was dead serious.

Chris lets out a shaky breath. He tugs his shirt off, quickly throwing it off to the side. “Please” he sighs out.

I tug at his belt trying to undo it slowly, to tease him more.

“God I’ve missed you so much.”

His breaths are shaky. His eyes close for a moment. He was getting so worked up and bothered already.

“Have you?” I ask teasingly. He purses his lips slightly staring down at me. He undoes the button on his jeans and finally slides them down.

I help him take them off fully. Then I toss them away.

I look up at him watching him, as he sat only in his boxers in front of me.

“Fuck, you gonna be all submissive like last time?” I mock still looking up at him.

“Cherry, don’t tease please.” He sighs looking down at me.

I stand up quickly and turn to face away from him. Since the dress was a halter dress. I pull my hair to my from teasingly.

“Be a sweetheart and undo this for me real quick.” I don’t wait for long. His hands find my upper back undoing the string of the halter.

I turn back around again letting the top fall, revealing my lacy bra underneath.

I wiggle the dress around a little bit to slide it down. I slip out of it and then kick it away. I was standing in front of him in my matching lacy bra and thong sent.

His eyes trail my body. He looks hungry and needy. Looking submissive as ever.

I lean down to help him take his boxers off. And once he does I sit back down between his legs.

I look up at his dick. And it’s the only one I’ve seen in a while. It’s the only one that I’ve ever found pretty.

Never thought that was possible. But here we are.

The tip was the same red as he has on his cheeks. He was painfully hard and it had pre cum leaking.

I cup it in my hand starting to teasingly slowly jerk him off. “Y/n/n, cherry, please” he whines loudly, to wich I stop my movements.

“Chris” I hiss under my breath my expression harsh. I slap his thigh for a moment to catch his attention. I squeeze his cock lightly.

“My siblings are home. Shut the fuck up”

I hiss. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but my siblings are younger than me. 4 and 5 years. Me being 18, they’re 14 and 13. They don’t need to hear my childhood friend that they have also known for ages get fucked.

“Sorry, sorry” he huffs under his breath. I watch as Chris leans back in his arms looking down at me.

I take one of the ice cubes from the ice in the towel. I then proceed to put it right on his aching tip.

He flinches at the contact of the cold ice in his burning hot skin. I grin at the reaction, watching the way his dick twitches.

“You’re such a tease” he scoffs, to wich I just chuckle.

I drag the ice cube down his shaft before putting it back on the towel with the other few ice cubes. I knew it was gonna melt but honestly I couldn’t care less.

I start to jerk him off slowly again. I lean down to place a peck on the tip, and then proceed to suck him off slowly.

I swirl my tongue only keeping the tip in and staying teasingly slow.

I hear Chris let out a sharp huff, throwing his head back.

“Come on, ma” he says under his breath. His hand snakes into my hair, Slightly gripping at it. And then he harshly pushes me down, making me deep throat him for a second.

I choke on it for a second. Chris starts to move my head, yanking on my hair. I was deep throating him roughly.

I keep my hands on his thighs and pull off. “Don’t” I huff pushing away his hand from my hair, And then smoothing it down again.

I go back to licking a teasing stripe up his shaft, before I go back to deepthroating him, jerking off what I can’t fit in my mouth.

“Ma- I’m-“ he sighs. He was leaning back on his arms his head thrown back. He was trying so hard to keep his moans and groans minimal and as quiet as possible.

I pull off and chuckle. I kiss up his sensitive shaft while looking up at him. Then I get up and hover over him.

I connect our lips in a deep passionate kiss. And while I continue kissing him I lean over starting to straddle him.

Still while kissing him, I start to slowly sink down on his length making both of us moan.

When he bottomed out in me I pull away. My hands go to his shoulders as I just sit there for a moment.

My cunt was aching at the stretch. I had to get used to it again, since we hadn’t hooked up in a while.

I haven’t hooked up with anyone other than Chris in a while. And the last time I had it was not nearly as pleasurable as when I did it with Chris.

“So good for me, baby” I mumble under my breath leaning in more as I wrap my arms around his neck.

His hands trail over my thighs to my hips to hold me.

“Just for you ma.” He mumbles back. We’re so close I can feel his soft breath in my face. He just looks so kissable right now. With his lips plump and swollen like that.

“Oh yeah? Didn’t get pussy from someone else, hm?” I say again my tone low and harsh.

I start to gently grind into him. His hands on my hips don’t stop me or help me either.

“Fuck-“ Chris’ breaths are heavy as he tries to keep his voice low. “You’re the only girl I’ve been fucking.” He admits lowly, the blush on his cheeks only deepen.

“Oh, am I?” I mock as I start to slowly lift myself. I start to ride him, his hands on my hips only being there to steady my movements.

“God- you’re gorgeous” he breaths out staring up at me. His eyes stay locked on mine.

One of His hands starts to trail up my side. And once he reaches my bra, he pulls my body closer to him so he has better access to undo it.

Both his hands back down to my waist now actually helping me ride him harder.

I clench my teeth my moans coming out as sharp breaths as I try to keep quiet. I’m doing a better job than Chris is though.

I put a hand on his mouth to muffle his groans further.

“God- you’re doing so good for me baby.” I pant under my breath, still trying to keep as quiet as possible. My hips pick up pace even more. I continue moving, his tip pressing against my cervix repeatedly.

He mumbles back an agreement, my hand still keeping him quiet.

I continue to ride him at a harsh pace until I feel the knot in my stomach get tighter, ready to snap.

“Chris- I’m so close-“ I breathe out trying to keep myself from moaning.

Chris gently takes my hand from his face putting his own hand on my mouth to muffle my sounds.

“C’mon ma, come for me” he bites his lip. leaning back slightly, he watches as I do all the work. “Go on, get off on my cock”

My pace starts to become more messy and uncontrolled. Chris was also not helping, doing nothing except keeping his hands on my face.

With a muffled moan I slam myself down one last time. My head falls forward as I feel my orgasm wash over me. I feel warm and so relieved.

He takes his hand from my mouth, he then leads me to him by my neck and presses our lips together.

His hands both go back to My waist. just holding my body close to his.

I could still feel him rock hard in me. I knew we weren’t done, but I was appreciating the break.

Chris pulls me off gently and picks me up. He turns us around so he is on top of me.

Us fucking in missionary was always rare as hell. Because we’re there for the benefits. -And according to Chris, he hates my face so much he doesn’t want to see it.

well at least that’s what he used to tell me.

He slides his dick through my folds, before slowly pushing in.

I sigh feeling him fill me up again.

In our enemies with benefits situation we never did anything that felt intimate. The sex felt like sex, and not love. And that’s how it worked. It was good like that.

But like this, Chris, his blue eyes staring right into mine. The way he kept his hand at the curve of my waist, his other hand holding him up placed next to my head.

We were so close, I could practically feel him breathing on my face.

This felt so intimate, like something we, as people who hate each other, shouldn’t be doing

And that’s exactly what it was.

Well I guess we already made the first mistake when we first hooked up.

We were never meant to be. Not like that. Not like this.

So why did it feel so good though?

“You good ma?”

Have I been staring? Probably. But how can I help myself when he is so close to me, looking ever so handsome.

“I’m good. Please move” I whine trying to keep my voice low.

He sinks down, his face burying in the crook of my neck as he starts to move. All slow and sensual.

we barely ever did missionary, and when we did, his face was as far away from mine as possible. But right now it seemed like he was trying to be as close to me as possible.

He occasionally groans into my skin, sending tingles down my spine and right to my aching core. I try to keep my voice low, but still let a few soft moans slip.

“Y/n?” He says abruptly. He keeps up the slow sensual thrust, keeping himself buried deep. Yet he sits up slightly, his forearm next to my head holding him up.

“Mhm?” I say lowly not really trusting my voice.

Our eyes lock. Chris swallows. My eyes trail his features, trailing down to his chest, to his lips and back to his eyes again.

“Can I come in you?”

I raise my eyebrow at the question. Usually we used condoms. I mean I’m on the pill but according to Chris he ‘doesn’t want to take any risk’. But recently we had done it like that more than we had since the whole arrangement started.

“ ‘corse” I mumble back.

And before I know it Chris is picking up pace. He doesn’t move back, keeping himself hovering right above me our eyes connected.

My core was aching from all the over stimulation. So I shudder when he picks up pace.

He still keeps his strokes sensual and deep. I moan lightly, cautiously keeping my voice low.

He re-adjusts my legs, wrapping them around his torso for a deeper angle.

He picks up pace even more. I throw my head back at the overwhelming pleasure, my eyes closing, my mouth falling open in a silent moan.

Chris doesn’t even bother to make me look back at him. He just lets me enjoy this, and watches. Watches the way I look with my head thrown back in euphoria.

“Chris, Chris- chris-“ I keep my voice low but the more I chant his name the higher and squeakier my voice gets.

Chris takes that as a telltale sign that I’m close, but so was he.

He cups my mouth shutting me up. or atleast muffling my moans and whines.

He picks up pace even more. My eyes go back to meet his, my eyebrows scrunched in pleasure.

I tap his wrist to tell him I’m close. He licks his lips. Of course he knew I was close without me telling him.

His hand stays firmly on my mouth, keeping me quiet. “You’re doing so good, cherry”

His other hand goes to my clit in order to finish me off quicker. He rubs it harshly.

Suddenly I throw my head back again, clenching around him. I feel my release wash over me again.

He keeps pounding into me. But his thrusts get more sloppy and uncontrolled. Until his hips stutter. He gives me one last thrust before his spurts of cum shoot into me.

My legs are tense around his torso from the overwhelming pleasure.

I feel warm and so filled. It felt way more intimate than the countless times we’ve hooked up before.

And the fact that he stays there, collapses on top of me, his face in my neck, gently kissing, And not moving off, only made this feel even more intimate.

After a long while of just cuddling, and being in each other’s presence, Chris sits up. He gently and slowly pulls out, making me wince at the loss of contact.

He stares down at my cunt for what feels like a long time. Until his pointer and middle finger meet it again. Pushing the seed that was leaking out of me back in.

“Chris” I hiss my body shooting up. I was now half sitting my arm propping me up, my other hand going to circle his wrist to stop him from moving his hand.

“Awe poor baby does that hurt?” He huffs in a slight mocking tone. But for once it doesn’t seem menacing.

“Yes. don’t do that” I roll my eyes.

He chuckles at the sassy tone. “Well I gotta make sure you don’t waste it.” He sasses right back.

Chris already prepared for the worst outcome.

“I’m still on the pill.” I huff. I then slowly pull his fingers out of me, seeing the way they were covered in a whole lot of our mixed juices.

He chuckles popping his fingers into his mouth.

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sweetestcaptainhughes · 6 months ago

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Meet Idris....

⇰ Full Name - Idris Alinia Moore

○ Someone named Idris is known for being someone with high intelligence, and also have wisdom, trustworthy and patient.

○ Idris' shows her patience most when it comes to her family, especially her children and Jack. Despite everything that happens with Jack some claim that she was too patient at times with Jack when things were hard.

○ Alinia means bright, beautiful and light.

○ Idris is known as someone who has a very bright personality similar to Jack she can easily light up a room when she walks in. She is also very confident, despite being on the curvy side she always dressed with confidence and no one can deny she is beautiful.

○ Common everyday nickname is Iddy. Jack use to always call her Idz but he's the only one who calls her that and it makes her heart skip a beat everytime he uses it.

⇰ Iddy's Style/ How I picture her:

(this is how I PICTURE Idris, if you choose to want to believe that you are Idris in this AU that's fine too.)

⇰ Birthday - January 15, 2000

○ Yes she is older than Jack, he finds it hot that she's older than him. Which every time he does mention it she gives him a very 'deadpan' look because she is barely a year older.

○ She is a classic Capricorn stubborn, laid back (even though she can light up a room, she rather be in the background), hardworking, very independent, responsible and ambitious.

⇰ Important Facts:

○ She was actually born in Boston.

○ Both of Iddy's parents are professors and researchers. But when her parents ultimately spilt when she was in middle school. Her mom decided to take a job as a professor with UMich.

○ Her parents weren't a happy couple and put her in the middle a lot. They also didn't do a good job at co-parenting when they did finally spilt. Her biggest fear is becoming her mom a single mom and ultimately that comes true at some point.

○ Due to moving to Ann Arbor at a semi young age she refers to it as home, (even the first time she meets Jack.) but Idris is ultimately a classic city girl.

○ Iddy when growing up went through different sports even at one point trying soccer. But she ended up falling more in love with dance and the arts than anything else.

○ Idris was a contemporary dancer and ballerina until around her senior year of high school she broke her ankle. Even after it healed, she was never really at the same level she was prior to breaking and ultimately decided she was done.

○ Even though she could of gone to UMich for free due to her mother or even Boston University where her father was a professor. Both of her parents knew she didn't want that. They were very respectful in letting her decide where she wanted to go to college.

○ Due to always being a city girl, it wasn't a shock to anyone that she landed at NYU. She had a double major in art history and communications. Along with a minor in art therapy.

○ When she graduated in May 2022 she was already 6 months pregnant. (My favorite fact of the day she Jack begging her not to wear heels because of her swollen ankles. He is literally glued to her side as much as possible. He even holds his breath and squeezes Quinn's hand when she's walking across the stage.)

○ Her minor in art therapy although she never uses it professionally does help her with both Zander and Zola.

○ Although she has friends from college, getting pregnant your senior year doesn't make you the most social butterfly. So she starts to withdrawl and focus on graduating and building a life with Jack.

○ Due to that her besties are her little sister Ava (they are ride or dies and always have been), and Quinn.

○ Quinn and Idris met that first summer after she met Jack when she came up for July 4th. Something just clicked immediately and they have been besties since. Jack was actually really scared he lost his chance of staying friends with benefits when he saw how Idris and Quinn were with each other. But they are just phonetic soulmates.

○ Quinn and Ava at some point met and also became good friends. So they all have a group chat together that they text in daily. Quinn and Ava are the first people to know what's going on besides Luke who is physically in the apartment with Jack and Idris.

○ Idris after graduating works as a consult for a company that owns multiple of the smaller art galleries over the city. She helps bring new artists in to sign with the galleries. But her main job is to be a middle person between clients that want a piece of art and the artist. She helps not only find the art her client wants but makes sure she's able to secure the deal.

○ Idris is extremely involved in the Devils fundraiser organizations. Specifically she mostly helps organizes events such as getting canned goods for their Gift of Giving Foundation etc. But she is heavily involved in helping plan hospital visits and always gets the company she works for to donate art supplies to patients because she believes art is a way that everyone can process emotions. She is also heavily involved in Devils Youth Foundation.

○ Even when they are seperated she doesn't stop supporting those charities even though most of the people within the organizations expected her to. She also known to help extend a hand to Quinn with his charity work for firefighters and she is really passionate about the Canucks Autism Program.

○ Idris' relationship with the other WAGs is a little complex. The way she became a WAG in general is controversial since she literally got pregnant and then all of a sudden she was living with Jack a couple months later.

○ The other WAGs do fall in love her bright and funny personality. She ends being 'that wag' with her style and all her help with the Devils Organization. Due to this she ends up planning a lot of WAG events and she thinks she's gaining a good group of friends.

○ When Idris and Jack's relationship starts falling apart and she stops planning events, she is still included in events but she's struggling with depression so she doesn't go. By the time she asks Jack for a break, none of the wags really talk to her.

○ When Jack and Idris do eventually get back together, she doesn't really want to be apart of the wags or associated with them. Of course gossip accounts on Twitter have a lot to say about this. But ultimately the public sides with Iddy sort of surprisingly.

○ Think Kylie Kelce energy when thinking of Idris. She is just known for being such a real person and kind with all her chairity work. So no one blames her for not wanting to be involved with the 'influencer wags.'

⇰ Iddy's Instagram:

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auraisereigh · 7 months ago

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"Hello to you too, Star"

Chapter 7, Part I

Brennan Sorrengail x Riorson reader Blurb: On a free day Star decides to clear her mind. wc: 4.9k ☆ SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. Actually quite peaceful. Star's magic alert. Star's logic? Let me know if i missed something. Uses pronouns: she/her. i use Star as a nickname as y/n sounds weird, and i'm awful with names.

A/N: I loved writing this one so much that i had to divide it into two parts because i wrote so much for this chapter.

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I wake up completely sore and worn out. Seems like I had a whole war while I slept, why not?

It's been a month since the first Assembly meeting and we've fallen in a good routine. We've been having meetings almost daily, we've started rebuilding and we have one person working in the forge now, Mainly making daggers. Better than nothing.

Today was one of those rare days we didn't have a meeting planned. We covered what was needed yesterday. Viscount Tecarus has responded to my letter, though I have yet to read it as it arrived late last night.

If there's one thing that changed the most this month it's the mess in my room, I've left all the paperwork in my dad's office but that still leaves all the empty plates, discarded clothes, notebooks and pretty much anything else you can think of.

Problems for later.

Once I get dressed and tidy up just a little bit, I make my way to dad's office.

Lord. Another meal, another note. Brennan has been leaving me meals and notes all month, not that I've been bothered to check on him, I haven't seen him at all and I wanna keep it that way. It still stings, that I so easily trusted someone just because of a mutual friend.

Naolin. I finished his grave a week ago. It took a while to find the right flowers but with my magic they shouldn't wither.

It's a simple meal, some bread, cheese and ham, a glass of orange juice all neatly placed on the corner of my desk, the note also neatly placed next to it. Those notes get longer the longer he keeps going with this.

"Heard you have a free day. Take some time to rest, you've been busy. Maybe you could read? Naolin used to tell me that you love folklore. And tonight you could go star gazing. Maybe you'll see Naolin."

B.s

I sigh and put the note down. I open the drawer of the desk and take out the bottle of medicine the healers gave me after I got a reaction to some kind of food. I swallow it with the orange juice.

Felix appears in the doorway. He leans against the doorframe and looks at me. He's taken it upon himself to look after me even though I insisted I didn't need that.

I hold up the note and raise a brow. I haven't told anyone about the notes and meals. It always happened when I was too tired. "Something I should know?" My voice still holds that hoarsness that comes with just waking up.

"Brennan has been released out of confinement. He's been questioned a few times and we don't see the harm, so we're giving him the benefit of the doubt." I raise a brow. What questions did they ask him? "Why wasn't I called in for the questioning?" I argue.

"You're too emotionally involved with him." He says calmly. "Oh really? I had every right to. This is my house, his mother killed my fathe-" he cuts me off. "And that's why we didn't come to you for the questioning. Trust me, I did the questioning too. He's harmless. He just wants to stay out of his mother's sight, he doesn't agree with what she's done and for all she knows her son is dead."

"It's her thinking that her son is dead that resulted in my city being burned down." I say back. "An action he did not have control over." He argues back, his voice saying that he will have the last word and that that was that last word.

He sighs deeply as he walks closer and stops next to me. He takes the note and reads it. "He's mourning the same person as you. He's a caring man. Just try to trust him, he's not his mother and you shouldn't judge him for his mother, he doesn't do that with you either. Nobody chooses their parents." He looks at me as if I'm the same. I frown at him but before I can say anything he talks. "You have a day off. Eat, rest, do something you enjoy, maybe get out of this fortress for a while. You've been cooked up in here for more than a month." He says gently before leaving me alone in my dad's office.

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I have to admit that meal was good, despite the person who brought it. I had been keeping all of the notes in a envelope that I shoved in the back of drawer. I'm still trying to figure out why I'm doing that.

I took Felix's advice to get out of the house. I glady took my bow with me outside to have some peace of mind. The chances of me actually killing something are pretty much zero but it's the idea that I have it say a certain someone would come looking for me again. I still hadn't figured out who that was but I also haven't told anyone, not even Brennan. But I have heard that voice before, you don't forget such a ruthless voice.

There's enough forest in Aretia for me to avoid the area where Brennan and I spend two weeks together.

Instead I take the route alongside the river that leads to a beautiful lake. There are still a lot of animals out, they dare more now that the woods don't get used as much. Despite all the chances I get I don't shoot or even try to shoot at an animal. There's no point, I've done it enough for a While. Truth is that I only took the bow with me to feel safe.

The walk to the lake is quiet, the kind of quiet I've needed for a while now. Just the sound of the water streaming pass by helps sooth all the emotions I've been feeling for a while now.

By midday I arrive by the lake. It's still as beautiful as the last time I saw it. The water is a deep blue that streams to the river. Here and there are rocks, and at the back of the lake is a giant mountain that creates a waterfall down the mountain. And all of it is pretty much covered up by forest so it gives that hidden, magical feeling. Not many people know this place exists and as there's a mountain most just assume it ends there.

I sit down by one of the larger rocks and lean against it. It's been a month since I've been able to just sit down and relax, to not have to think about anything. Where it's just me and my thoughts.

I have so many memories here, most with Naolin, some with my family. This lake holds so many emotional strings for me. And for once it doesn't feel necessarily bad, it feels.... Freeing. No one is here to watch me, I can just let go.

I watch as my magic swirls over the lake in red veins. Almost like they're part of the water, just in a different color.

I've always been both fascinated and scared of it. No one knows where my magic came from. According to dad it's not inherited from his side of the family. I've spent hours in the library to find something but I came up with nothing. As far as I know it's limitless, almost anything that I can think about is possible with it, it's just a matter of control.

I gaze over the lake, over the red swirls that trail over water and rock.

My mind Wanders to a memory.

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Its Almost sunset now. The sun has almost dipped behind the mountain creating a beautiful reflection from the mountain to the lake. I've been here for hours now. Practicing my magic by an old book that my dad had been given by Viscount Tecarus of Cordyn.

I hear a crunch behind me and my head snaps up but I calm down once I see the familiar face with the darkest brown eyes I've ever seen. A smile finds it way up my face as I stand up and run towards him. I jump in his arms and he catches me like it's no big deal. My arms wrap around his neck and he holds me tight.

"Hello to you too, Star." Naolin's familiar voice speaks up. It's been months since I've seen him. Now that he is officially a lieutenant and stationed on an outpost he barely has time to ask for leave.

"I didn't know you would be coming." I whisper. "Surprise." He says softly. He puts me down and his hands go to my cheeks. "I'm gone a few months and you grow up." He jokes which gets a small laugh out of me. He looks over to where I had been sitting. "Ah we're being obsessive again." He states, he eyes the old book.

His hand takes mine as we walk to my sitting spot. We sit down and he takes the book, going through what I've marked.

I stare at him. It's been months and he's here now.

"Anything useful?" He asks as he closes the book. Guess we're not practicing anymore. "Nothing that I didn't know yet." I respond while I stare at him.

His dark brown eyes, I swear they're so dark there almost black but you can see the brown in them. His dark waves of hair, messy from flight.

"You're doing that again." He laughs and I snap out of my haze. My brows furrow and confusion takes over my face. "What?" I ask confused. He laughs and flicks my nose. ow. "That face." He motions to mine with his hand. "That look on your face When I'm just back. Like I'm a ghost that you can suddenly see." He jokes and I can't help but crack a smile. "You can't blame me. I never see you anymore. Might as well be a ghost." I joke back but I know he knows I missed him. The letters I send to him say enough.

His smile goes from the joking one to the caring one. "Come here." He says softly, opening his arm to come closer. I don't hesitate, I've craved his touch for so long. To see my best friend for so long, when I didn't even know if I'd see him. He's on the front lines, for the same he dies.

His arms wrap around me and his head leans on mine. We stay like that for a long time, staring at the lake. Here and there we make a small conversation but I'm just happy that he's here.

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yooglefics · 11 months ago

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The casual type: 04 . The plans change

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader Wordcount: 4,832 words Genre ( for the whole series ): AU. College!verse. Strangers to friends with benefits to ???. Eventual smut. Hurt / comfort at times. Fluff for cute friends. Summary: ( Series ) • Hobi and his girlfriend set you up with a friend of hers to help with whatever happened months back. However, no one really expected things to end the way they did. ( Ep. 04 ) • The night wasn't supposed to go like this, but there's nothing to complain about. Well, maybe a little. Warnings under read more.

Warnings ( for this ep ): The squad being annoying ( I <3 them ). Pet names ( princess , baby , doll ). Flirting. Making out. Grinding. Fingering. ( wash your hands, folks ). Yoongi's hands should be a warning. 1,1714 words of just smut and I literally don’t know how that happened lol. Author's note: The plans for this chapter also changed a lot because I only had like three notes for it lmao. Nevertheless, I'm excited to share it with all of you, thank you for sticking around and I hope you like this ep. Remember to leave a comment, send an ask, with your thoughts and also maybe reblog, and what not. As always, thank you for reading! <3

“No, the thing is, she doesn't want to share space. That's why,” Jimin accuses you from his position on the couch. Not being good at sharing himself since his whole body is on it.

“That's not true! I just don't want to be around sweaty boys.”

“As if you don't sweat,” Jungkook argues.

“I don't.”

“She doesn't, she is a princess,” Is Yoongi's turn to pick on you. He called you that before at the club but this time surprises you since is in front of your friends and your relationship with each other has changed. And actually, you're supposed to be keeping that a secret from them.

“I love how she didn't argue that one,” says Jimin, chuckling.

“Because I am, duh.” You do an exaggerated flip of your ponytail while turning around, carrying another box of kitchenware to put away.

The guys finally decided to rent a house all together, and to make up for the fact that you refused to leave your dorm and follow them, you offered to help organize and decorate because, at the end of everything, you'd probably be spending a lot of time here.

“You should have moved in with us,” You hear Hobi tell Yoongi after bringing more boxes inside the house. “Did you find a place?”

“Yes, one of my classmates and his roommates were looking for someone. Is not too far away from here, actually.”

“That's cool. You guys can come over whenever.”

“You should come to the party tonight!” Taehyung says excitedly.

“Tonight?!” You walk out of the kitchen, a couple of glasses in your hands. “You're not even done downloading the truck. Jimin is not even moving!”

“I withdraw my offer for you to move in with us,” says your friend. “She is more like an evil step-sister,” he murmurs to Yoongi and he laughs along with everyone else.

“I hate you all.”

Storming back into the kitchen, you decide to focus on putting everything away. Not a single thing that can be broken in sight of future drunk guests, that's why you are struggling to put mugs on cupboards you can barely reach.

“Do you need help, princess?”

The nickname makes you almost drop Tae's last birthday present, and Yoongi is right there to catch you both. “Careful,” he says.

“Is your fault.”

“Did I scare you?” he chuckles, “Sorry.”

“You keep scaring me when you call me that,” you whisper.

“What? You don't like it?” Confused look on his face when he turns to you after putting the mug in place.

“I–why do you call me that?”

“Because sometimes you get kinda grumpy and you're cute, like a princess.”

It makes you smile, and it matches the one on his face.

“I'm going to ignore the fact that you called me grumpy,” you pretend to be upset about it, scrunching up your lips in fake dislike.

“Yeah, focus on the fact that you're cute.” you blush and he uses the excuse of grabbing another mug to get closer, making it so if you lean in a little you could steal a peck.

But you still aren't sure about how the whole friends with benefits thing works. Nor confident enough to make a decision before Jungkook announces through the house: “the truck is empty, told you we could do it!”

And soon enough Yoongi is out of the room, helping move boxes here and there, and after everything that doesn't belong in the living room is out of it, he finally sits with you and Jimin on the sofa, you in the middle of the two.

“Are you really having a party today?” Yoongi asks.

“Of course! We have to baptize the place.”

“That sounds gross.” You say, noise scrunched.

“You're gross. That's not very princess-y of you,” says Jimin and Yoongi laughs.

“I feel gross, I'm going home to change. Do you want me to give you a ride to the dorms?”

“Yes, please!”

You have thought about going alone, but after your failed kiss in the kitchen you wanted at least some time alone, and a car drive should be just enough.

Or perhaps not.

Because Yoongi drops you at your dorm and goes home to change, refusing to get close to you when he is all sweaty.

You hit send with one hand and with the other make sure your door is open before sitting once again on the bed, grabbing your mirror and eyeliner to continue your routine.

“Hello?” He knocks a few times and you tell him to come in, all concentration on the task at hand. And that gives him time to look around a little, taking in your space.

Is a large room, just looking a bit cramped thanks to the big pieces of furniture ( two beds, two dressers, and two desks ) but your method of putting everything against the walls definitely helps. That, and the fact that your roommate hasn't moved in yet. “Now I understand why you didn't want to move in with them. You have a room all for yourself?”

You laugh, “Their office was gonna be my room, actually. And no, this year I'm supposed to share it.”

“You didn't last year?”

“At the beginning I did. But then she paired with someone else.” You shrug, not sure about the details since you've only known her for a couple of weeks. “But it's not as cool as everyone thinks, sometimes it gets lonely, mostly on exam weeks when everyone is busy studying.”

“Well, you can invite me anytime.” He only partially jokes.

“Deal. But you've to bring snacks.”

“Deal.”

Yoongi sits on your bed while waiting, scrolling on his phone and every now and then looking up to watch you apply the rest of your makeup, then perfume and pick a jacket, until you are standing in front of him with a smile as you announce you're ready.

“That was faster than I thought,” he says, standing up. “Your eyes do look cute with the sparkle eyeshadow. Bogum was right.”

“Oh, don't remember me that. I think that's the last time he is going to talk to me,” a sigh follows the exaggeration.

“If he is really interested he is going to try again.”

“And if he is not?”

“Then he's not worth it.” The confidence in his voice is as contagious as his smile, and you match it.

For a second you wonder if it should be weird to talk about this with the guy you made out with just yesterday. If this is just normal encouragement because you are becoming friends or do all friends with benefits have this type of conversation?. Either way, you are glad to have someone to talk to about your little crush, and so, decide to not give it too much thought if Yoongi doesn't seem to do it either.

When he first asked you about it on Wednesday it was out of curiosity and you returned the phrase about the cat's tragic ending, receiving a “Well, I guess we are confidants now, kitten.”

You gave him a rundown of the situation and confessed about having a little bit of hope for his now teammate to invite you out again. He wished you the best and told you to let him know if something does happen because, according to him, Bo doesn't seem like the guy to be into sharing, and so, Yoongi doesn't want to be in the way.

“Maybe you should talk to him tonight. He is going, isn't he?”

“Uh, not sure. I asked Kook but I don't think he saw my text.” you turn to grab your phone and check.

But before you can open the app, Yoongi grabs your shoulders and guides you out the door, “Or we can just drive there and see.”

You're surprised to see the motorcycle in the parking lot, thinking it had been just a thing of last week since you haven't seen him use it since then. You even wondered if it was his in the first place.

“What? Are you scared now?” He teases when you don't take the helmet he is holding in your direction. Just standing there without any movement. “You know I'm a good driver.”

“Yeah, I just… didn't expect it.”

He laughs at your genuine shock before explaining, “I always take it to parties because it's easier to find parking and get out of there whenever I want to.”

“And I'm sure girls love it, too.”

“That's a plus,” He nods with a smirk, “but don't worry, baby, I’m not making you share tonight.”

“Shut up,” with your nose scrunched for good measure, you finally take the helmet from him. But instead of grabbing his own and getting ready, he gets closer to you, brushing your fingers with his when you're going to secure it and doing it for you instead.

“You tell me that a lot, you know.”

“You talk too much,” you defend, “it's your own fault.”

“Or… you just want to kiss me.”

Glad your smile is hidden by the helmet, you push him a bit as you answer, "Actually, shut up.”

He laughs, and then goes on to put on and secure his helmet before claiming on the motorcycle and waiting for you.

The shock about the vehicle wasn't only pure confusion, it was also the realization that your outfit was probably not the best choice. The fabric of your skirt was flowier than the one you used last time, and you aren't sure it would do well at a fast speed.

“Don't go too fast,” you ask him, hands on his shoulders to help you get on and sit behind him.

“I don't get that a lot,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes still fussing with your clothes. “You ready?” he waits for your signal before revving up the engine.

He drives faster than last time. Or maybe you're just sober and more scared about it all. Your legs tighten on his sides, and your arms around his middle, all the while telling yourself is only to protect the wind from stealing your dignity. When he stops, you have to open your eyes to realize it is because of a red light and your body relaxes.

Left hand leaves the throttle and goes to your tight, closer to your knee, the coldness of his fingers makes you jump and you feel him chuckle before caressing your skin. “You okay?” he asks loud enough to be heard through the street noises and your covered ears. You nod between his shoulder blades, even if your heart is racing.

Remembering you had felt your phone ringing in your jacket pocket indicating a few texts, you figure there's enough time to check them before the light changes.

You show Yoongi and he gives you a thumbs down, making you laugh. Oh, well. Maybe it just wasn't made to be.

Thinking he would just drive you back to your dorm, you're surprised when he doesn't take the next turn back — is he driving to another party?

The answer comes only when he takes a turn before entering the highway. Right to the top of The Hill. Every teenager destination to run away from their problems. Every horny couple with a low budget looking for privacy, which yes, in itself destroys that very purpose. But, this is not a place to think about too much, even if there are also people who come here to think, like Yoongi.

He turns the engine off, puts down the stand, and takes off his helmet. You follow behind, curious.

“I figured we should make something out of being outside right now, the sun is about to set.” He looks at his watch and then to the front, at the view. From here you can see the city from above, at least a big part of it. Including the mountains and skylines.

“C’mon,” he pats your tight twice, asking you to get down. Complying, you use his shoulders for support again and get closer to the barricade at the edge.

“C'mon,” you throw back to him when he doesn't follow you.

“I can see it from here.”

You frown at him, “really?” He nods. Your head tilts slightly to the side, “reeeally?”

“Let a guy be.”

He looks… weird.

And, suddenly, it clicks.

“I can't believe it.” You walk back to him, “Are you afraid of heights?!”

“Don't make fun of me.”

“I'm not!” But in fact you're fighting back a smile, “is just… unexpected.”

“Yeah. Unlike the death from falling from here to who knows where.” He reasons and you can't really argue with that.

But you can argue with him moving closer.

Grabbing his hand and pulling, amazed when you manage a few steps without problem, but soon he puts strength into it. The abrupt stop of his body pulls yours back, bringing you close to his chest, making a surprise noise cross your lips and your triumphant smile is gone.

“Don't make me leave you here,” and for a second you wonder if he really would. Wonder how much you can push before he actually gets mad. “Look!”

Your eyes stop scanning his face, following the direction he is looking at and you catch the sky changing colors for the next few minutes. Blue. Orange. Pink. Purple. Dark blue, because the lights of the city start to appear avoiding the complete darkness. But from here, you can see more stars than from your room's window and everything seems kind of infinity.

“Wow…” is a bit lame and predictable, but what else is there to say?

“Yeah. Is beautiful.” He agrees, hand finally letting go of yours and moving to your shoulder, “and you didn't have to stand at the line of death to see it.”

“So dramatic.” With an eye roll you turn to him. He appears calmer, with a smile playing on his lips as he keeps looking at the sky.

“What?” he asks.

You're in his room now, sitting on the bed Yoongi just told you he had to buy a mattress for because he used to dorm at his last university and didn't own one. You make no promises of not spilling any of your slushie on it and he laughs, tells you he will not forgive you and both of you know it’s not true.

Going back to your room isn't a priority right now, you're having a good time talking about random things and siping your sugary drinks with a big bag of chips between the two. You were nervous about his roommates because apparently they are older and that scares you for some reason, but he reassures you they are busy with their own thing and he can drive you back before they arrive.

“Nothing.” But your eyes are still on his lips, on the color they are tinted thanks to the red drinks, “do you like it?”

“Is not bad. I prefer blueberry, though.”

“I think this one is better,” you said that before at the store when you stopped for gas, convincing him to try it.

“Of course you think so, you love cherry things. I'd not be surprised if your favorite color is red just because of it.”

“How do you know that?” is surprising he says it with such security.

“It is?”

“No. I mean, yes,” you backtrack, “but how do you know that I love cherry things? Did the matchmakers tell you that?”

“Mai and Hobi?

You nod, too curious of his answer you miss the way his eyes are following your lips as they wrap around the straw.

“No. But you always have cherry candy with you. You gave us cherry lollipops on tuesday. I asked you for gum the other day and you gave me cherry. Jungkook gets you cherry cola specifically, from the vending machine at our building. And,” he pauses his list, the corner of his lip curving up, “like four out of the five times we've kissed, you either test or smell like cherry. Or both.”

“Well,” you answer after a couple seconds of silence, “I'm conscious now.”

He laughs, and you drink again.

“Don't be. Is like… your touch.”

“Ew,” noise scrunched up, “I don't know if I want that. Am I going to be known as the cherry girl?”

Again he laughs, your horrified expression making it impossible not to.

“Do I smell like it right now?” Bringing your arm to your nose, you try smelling your clothes. Then your hair.

“Stop,” he asks, reaching to put strains of hair back into place. “You smell good. Forget I said anything.”

“No, I can't. Now it’s in my head.” You try smelling your other arm, almost spilling your drink.

“Okay,” he catches it in time, tilting your hand back completely upright, “that way you really are going to taste like cherry and leave a trace behind.”

“Wait. Do I really taste like it? When you kiss me, does it bother you?”

“Why are you freaking out about this?” And seeing your seriousness, he bites back his chuckles.

“Just answer the question.”

“Okay, okay. Let's see,” and before you can process it, his lips are on yours, and he hums. “Can’t tell.” And he goes in again, free hand to the back of your head to bring you forward, to really capture your lips with his.

Running his tongue over your bottom lip sends shivers through your body since it’s warmer, softer. And a small moan escapes your lips, separating them and letting his tongue in.

You're scared to move. Not because of him. But because you have been wanting to kiss him since sitting down — heck, since this morning — but didn't know how. All this feels so complicated in your head, with rules you have to follow and what not, but in practice, he makes it look so much easier.

Of course you can't pull him for a kiss in your friends’ house, that is too risky. But when he kisses you like this, it gives you confidence to at least ask him to do it whenever you're alone and feel like it.

Somehow your hand is on his neck, fingers running through the hair at his nape as your mouths keep their rhythm going. And you decide to take the risk, kneeling on the bed and moving closer to him. You separate for a second only to make sure you're not making a mess and he smiles at you, “give me that.” Sipping one last time at the slushie, you give it to him to be secured and abandoned on his nightstand, bag of chips moves next and now his hands are free to pull you into his lap by your waist.

“You haven't answered the question,” you tell him, hands cupping his face, “Or you just wanted to kiss me?”

“Stop stealing my lines.”

“Is that a no?” You pretend to pull back and his hold tightness.

“You want me to say it?” a nod is your answer, and is a bit surprising when he obeys. “Yes. I wanted to kiss you,” and he does, making his point clear. “And also yes, you test like cherry sometimes,” another peck, “is sweeter now, but not so much like when is from your candies,” his voice gets lower each time, practically a whisper, “and your lips look amazing tinted red, I want to kiss you every time.”

And you make it happen. Kissing him softer this time, setting your own peace. Yoongi goes with it at first, but those thoughts he doesn't share with you are hard to keep on track when your hips grind against his. Not helping with the situation in his jeans.

His hands hold you firmly, stopping your movements, and his lips move faster, fighting for dominance. He wants you and you know it and it gives you the confidence to move again. At first it was involuntarily, your body's own reaction to him, but then you put force into it, mostly to go against his hold. He groans into your mouth, feeling it rumble against your chest.

Pushing his shoulders back, Yoongi finally gives in and lets go of your hips in order to help himself up with an arm behind him, other hand on your thigh. His eyes travel from there to your chest, moving as fast as his with your breathing, to your face, bottom lip between your teeth and his tongue touches his own in the same place. You just sit there, looking at each other for a few seconds until his hand moves up your leg, dragging the fabric of the skirt along. But he stops mid way, going back down. He chuckles at your reaction of puffing air as a sign of deception, “what's that?”

Prying your eyes from his hand is difficult, but you look at his face, smirk in place as he moves again, fingertips glassing over soft skin. “I should make you do it too,” he teases, “make you tell me what you think and what you want.”

The idea is both terrifying and a turn on at the same time. You have never vocally asked for anything like that, but the tone of his voice, the raspiness, it intoxicates you so much you may be willing to try.

“But I'm not mean like you, baby.” In one swift movement his hand is up your leg again, grabbing your butt and making your skirt rail up, exposing more of your thigh and you gasp as he bucks his hips upward.

“I’m not mean,” you breathe.

“No?” Head tilts to the side, that playful smile of his should be a crime. “Are you a good girl?”

“I hate you.”

“So we are dirty talking,” he nods and you roll your eyes with a chuckle.

It hasn't been long, but you really like what you guys have. Is easy. Without drama or feelings being hurt. And, being completely honest, the way he kisses you is enough to know you make the right decision.

Do you still believe in soulmates and want to meet yours and live happily ever after like all the love stories you have consumed throughout your life? Yes. But maybe your story can also include an arc of exploring your sexuality with someone who is just a friend. Someone who gets your jokes and trusts you too. Someone who kisses you sooo good it takes your breath away without having to be scared of the future and what-ifs.

Someone whose fingertips brush the top of your inner thighs, so close to their goal, but nothing more because he is waiting for you. Although it’s hard because of the little sounds that keep flowing out of your throat as you start moving your hips on his lap, grinding on his hardening erection.

He is kissing your neck, sucking here and there but not hard enough to leave marks, and his other hand has made its way down your t-shirt, looking for that skin to skin contact, glad both of your guys' jackets were abandoned way before at his bedroom’s entrance.

“Tell me to stop and I'll,” Yoongi reminds against your skin and you nod, the hand under your skirt finally moving from its place and you miss the warmth it provided. But his fingers reach for the waistband of your panties and your breath hatch a little as they move south, thumb brushing over your clothed pussy. “Fuck.”

You moan. At the touch, at his reaction to feeling you're wet. And before you can feel conscious about it, he is rubbing circles over it. “Ahh…”

“So responsive,” he groans, “Does it feel good?”

You nod, unable to form words as he pushes gently over on your center, making your body move towards him, looking for more. And he gives it to you by sneaking his hand under your panties, ring finger sliding between your folds, a groan of his own accompanying your whimpers as he truly feels how wet you're.

“F-fuck. You feel so soft,” Yoongi points out and it makes a shiver run down your body, while he keeps rubbing expertly, cupping your pussy when even without realizing your hips start moving again, looking for more friction.

“Y-yoongi,” you call, asking for more.

For a second you think he doesn't get it because he takes his hand out, however is only to bring his ring and middle finger to his mouth, humming around them without breaking eye contact. Brown irises over taken by desire and you could've gotten lost on that look alone, but soon his hand goes back to its place between your legs, “Breathe,” he instructs, “tell me if it hurts.”

And it does, a little. Because you're not used to it and every touch is a bit overwhelming, all the same, he is gentle, one finger pushing in slowly and not all the way before going back. Your eyes close under his gaze, inspecting your reaction as he pushes in again, letting you get used to the feeling.

“Is it good?” his lips go back to your neck, kissing his way up to your lips.

“S-so good,” you smile against his mouth, “you can go on.”

And he moans against yours before adding another one, two digits inside you.

The thing about Yoongi is: he is a pleaser. He likes making his partners feel good and the way your lips part as he pushes into your pussy makes him weak. He knows that if you asked him to finger you all night he would, no questions asked.

But he also knows you don't have much time. That's why you are still sitting on his lap and not laying on his bed, and why he kept your clothes on even if is now regretting it.

His eyes travel down your body, to your hand in a fist with the fabric of your clothes. “Pull it up, doll.” Yoongi requests. “Your skirt. Let me see you.”

You do, the carmine color on your cheeks even deeper as your sight is filled with his hand movements.

“...so hot, taking my fingers so good.” He murmurs, hand on your lower back holding you in place as he picks up the peace. Feeling how your walls tighten around him every time he pushes in and his dick requests attention at the thought of fucking you properly. If only he had time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuc-” is your new mantra as his fingers move expertly, breaking into incohesive moans when they touch the bundle of muscle that makes you see stars.

“I got you,” he says, “f-fuck, so pretty, baby.” Yoongi's voice is so gentle and still filled with lust as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, getting you closer and closer to the end. “C’mon, let me see you cum, y/n.”

And that's all you need, hear your name so out of breath, to practically hit your orgasm on command. Head tilted back and lip between your teeth to suppress any noises, ignoring the voice of reason in your head that tells you is a bit late for that.

When you open your eyes again Yoongi's fingers are back in his mouth, sucking yourself off of them, and even if you just reached your high, you can't help the way your pussy reacts to that.

Catching you staring, he winks at you.

And before you can decide the next move, your ringtone fills the silence, almost making you jump out of his lap. He chuckles, “Careful,” freeing you from his hands as you reach for your phone.

“Yes?” You answer, free hand fixing your clothes and putting black strains in place, trying to shake the feeling of being caught.

“Hi. Sorry about the time, my flight got canceled and then the next one took hours and—” taking the phone away from your ear, you realize that in the heat of the moment you didn't even notice it was an unknown number and not one of the guys. You're about to say they probably got the wrong number but the person keeps talking and it feels rude to just cut them off. “...but I'll have to wait until tomorrow. So apparently you're the only one with a key now and they said you were here but I knocked and well, I don't know if you were sleeping or…?”

It takes you a second to process they do want you to talk now. “Sorry. I don't think I'm who you're looking for.”

“Are you not y/n?”

“Yes…” you turn to Yoongi, confused expression matching yours. “Who are you?”

“Oh, shit. I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?” You nod even if it can't be seen through the phone, “I'm Subin. Your new roommate.”

A/N: AAAAAAHHHHHH pls don't call Subin a cockblocker ㅠ^ㅠ even if she would call herself that if she knew hahah. A/N 2: ALSO, I decided to try something new with the format of showing the texting, so please tell me your opinion, do you like it as screenshots or prefer it to be typed down? or is the same either way? Send a tip on ko-fi?? ( Only if you can and don't feel pressured to do it! )

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Artificial Beast-Men are the last in my series of Dungeon Meshi races I adapted for the His Majesty the Worm TTRGP, and thus the last in my set of tarot card illustrations illustrations! It's been very fun, and certainly have a lot more art planned for this project!

Two of Pentacles is perfect for artificial beast-men with thier duel natures as animal and human souls bound together, matching the themes of balance and duality. This is actually a reworked image, because the original was just in his human form and when I finally got around posting it seemed kind of lame. That original drawing, along with the usual lore and mechanics, is below the cut. Let me know which one you like more!

*Mild Worldbuilding Spoilers in the lore

Artificial Beast-Men

Souls are far from immutable, they can be damaged, stretched or even mixed. That is when we see the most fascinating interactions. -Tainnel Solas, disbarred ancient magic researcher

Artificial beast-men are not a people, they are a consequence. Certain types of taboo and often illegal ancient magic can meld the souls of people and beasts together, and the resulting mixture creates a new type of being. The particulars of this new being depends on the process, but the result is always the meshing of traits from the two source creatures.

Ancient and Taboo

In the distant past the creation of beast-men was much more common, with whole divisions of them made as shock troops for the front lines of battles. Due to the devastation caused by these ancient warriors, and the lasting mental effects on the transformed, this practice fell out of favor. The magic was banned in most realms, and remains highly obscure in others. In modern times only disreputable types seeking an edge at any cost modify themselves in this way. Illegal black mages, underground pit fighters, and bounty hunters make up the majority of the population. There is no unified culture for artificial beast-men and no settlements of them, unless you count the seedy establishments that tolerate the practice.

Artificial Beast-Men Names

As they are sourced from people across the world, artificial beast-men do not have a consistent naming scheme. Some will modify their name or give themselves a nickname reflecting their new beast part, but that is far from universal.

Artificial Beast-Man Kin

Different ancient magic rituals produce different types of beast men, and while there are records implying the existence of many variations, in the modern day only two are recorded.

Shifters

In the rituals to create a shifter beast-man, a beast is sacrificed and its soul is loosely bound to the recipient by a set of arcane tattoos. At the conclusion of the ritual the recipient will not look noticeably different, but will be able to pull on the power of the beast soul to transform into a powerful hybrid body. The specifics depend on the type of beast transformed into, but all of the hybrid forms feature supernatural toughness and enhanced abilities. Some animal forms require specific builds to function, like bear and tiger forms requiring exceptional musculature, so wolf forms are the most common. Smaller people are limited to smaller forms, with half-foots limited to small speedy animals like rats. All forms leave a mark psychologically, and even outside the hybrid form shifters will display some animal instincts.

Kin Talent: Were-Beast

Choose another kith and kin, this is your original form. When not in your hybrid form, you can spend a resolve to use that kin’s Talent for a watch. Spend a resolve to transform into your hybrid form, to stay in this form as a watch passes you must spend another. Upon transforming you automatically drop your pack and any armor you wear. While transformed you cannot wear armor but gain the following benefits.

Your choice of swords or pentacles increases by 2, which can increase the value past 4, and cups and wands decreases by 1

You can wound this talent 2 times before it stops functioning and you are forced back into your regular form. When not transformed this talent can be healed with a single charge

While transformed you never count as unarmed, and attacks with your hybrid forms natural weapons deal 2 wounds against any target which is unarmed or Tripped

Soul Chimera

Far rarer than shifters and almost never sought out, soul chimeras are a type of artificial beast-man produced by a rituals where a person is sacrificed and their soul is tightly bound to a beast. The beast then painfully morphs into a humanoid approximation of the sacrificed person, retaining features like fur, claws and a tail. Because sentient souls are more powerful, the resultant being usually thinks of itself as the sacrificed person and retains most of their memories, but also will display far stronger animal instincts than other beast-men. While the lack of arcane tattoos makes soul chimeras less obviously artificial, their unique morphology and detectable traces of black magic will make it obvious with careful inspection. Because of deep bonding of their souls, the process of making a soul chimera is almost always irreversible.

Kin Talent: _____ as a _____

Write the beast you are fused with in the second blank and a trait that beast is associated with in the first blank. You can use the name of this talent as an additional motif. Additional your beast traits can give you a natural weapon. If it does you never count as unarmed and when your Attack value is at least twice that of your opponents initiative, your natural weapon deals Piercing damage.

Arete

Artificial beast-men gain arete by preforming the following deeds:

Defeating the type of beast you are melded with in single combat or at a task they are known to be skilled at

Uncovering the secrets behind your creation

Being adopted into a family, or being recognized as a hero in a settlement

When an artificial beast-man accomplishes all three arete triggers, they gain one the following talents:

Shifter arete talent: Sliver Hide

Shifters who have truly mastered their hybrid forms are able to project energy from their soul bond into their hide, making it impervious to most mortal weapons. You cannot be dealt wounds from non-silvered iron or steel weapons.

Soul Chimera arete talent: Perfect Instinct

When a soul chimera is fully at peace with themselves and their form, they are able to make the most of their animalistic traits. Whenever you draw with favor due to your kin talent, the value of any card is treated as 9 if not already higher.

Shifter role-playing concepts

There is a sizable subculture on the south central continent of shifter underground pit fighters. Tiger and bear forms are the biggest crowd pleasers, but they are less common than wolf forms due to the psychological effects and physical requirements.

While half-foots with rat hybrid forms often work for these same arenas they rarely fight. They don’t get a significant strength boost and are rare, so they are far more valuable entertaining the crowd.

The hybrid forms’ features depend on the physicality of their base form. A large muscled bear hybrid form reflects a hulking build, while a wolf hybrid form built off an elf would be slender with longer ears.

Shifter enchantments are not inherited, as the beast soul is only loosely bound and does not fundamentally change the nature of their base form.

Shifters normally try to hide their tattoos while in public, as they are evidence of procuring illegal black magic

Soul Chimera role-playing concepts

The process of creating a soul chimera involves the death of the original person, so despite the creation of a new being with those memories, most nations consider creating one murder.

As most soul chimeras were forced into the ritual, they tend to resent their new bodies and animal instincts.

Unlike shifters, the animalistic traits of soul chimeras are rumored to be inheritable. Thus this magic has been suggested as the origin of demi-humans like Kobolds and Orcs.

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lilo-jacos · 3 months ago

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Next gen headcaonns

Some people get mad at me when I mention things that don't actually happen in the canon universe so for those people, this is your warning. I have kids for a LOT of characters and I will be naming them for both true-to-books and my version. ALSO. I will only be using canon endgame couples and characters for sake of avoiding confusion. (It's pretty long so I cut it for people who aren't interested and don't want to scroll through)

Red Queen Next Generation Headcanons!

Farley and Shade - Their kids would grow up to help out with the Scarlet Guard, that's where they grew up and what they're comfortable doing. They went from loving helping Mom at work, feeling important, then to it being their chores, then they have their own assigned roles as per their request. The family's whole theme when they were growing up was bunny stuffed animals and decorations since Shades nickname was Rabbit (for his jumping abilities) and he wanted to pass it down to his girls.

(Canon: Clara Farley. My version WHERE SHADE IS ALIVE AND WELL: Clara Mae Farley-Barrow, Madeline Taylor Farley-Barrow)

Maven and Iris (if they were to have kids) - Maven had names for his kids from when he was younger even if he wasn't always dreaming of being a dad like Cal was. They would raise their kids to be leaders, keep more to themselves, they would think of lying as twisting the truth in benefit of the ones you love. Having kids wouldn't be as much as a want for them as it would be to carry on the bloodline but if he ever was a father he would take care to be better than his own.

(Names: Ava for a girl, Ivan for a boy)

Mare and Cal - Their kids would be extra adventurous, each would have their own different personalities. For the sake of this being my post I'm going to go into their kids in my version but if you like the canon Marecal kids (Coriane and Shade) then you can pick and choose which personality fits them in your own mind🤭 They have the last name Jacos because I feel like Cal would be more comfortable taking on his mothers last name than keeping Calore.

Willow Thea Jacos: Adventurous, collects everything, loves animals, very clumsy, social butterfly.

Archer Zion Jacos: More shy, loves Mare more than anything, kind, loves to cook and help out with everything in the house whether it be help with meals or watch his siblings.

Cooper Max Jacos: Absolutely wild... He's Mare and Cal only adopted child, he's a silver with not being their biological son, he loves dinosaurs and feels like he always has a sugar rush. They thought he would be their last kid.

Kaia Stormi Jacos: Mare found out she was pregnant with Kaia two weeks after bringing Cooper home... Their last little surprise💀 and lets just say that having Storm as her middle name fits her because she is their most picky kid, she's a major daddy's girl- only likes being around Cal and Archer- fusses over so much. She truly is the most spoiled princess (she's still sweet, she's just fussy about it) people make fun of the name Stormi but Mare thought it was cool and she was already kind of done with having kids so she was like "yeah whatever I do what I want, it's cool"

Kilorn and Cameron - They would both be really playful with their kids. Cam gets annoyed easily but she would have a patience for her kids and only her kids. They would definitely have an infinite collection of pool floaties and have a beach house. Kilorn was always set on having two kids so they wouldn't grow up alone. They would be adopted to live out Kilorns dreams to give other kids a home like the Barrows did for him.

(Names: Crew Atlas Warren, Elijah Oscar Warren)

Eve and Elane - Cat moms. I can't see them having kids for themselves but would definitely be aunts to friends and siblings kids and take them on wild adventures undoing all the "good morals" they were taught. The cat names are all after some kind of alcohol.

Julian and Sara - They always wanted kids but just took in Cal as their nephew as he grew up so they thought they wouldn't have one since when they finally got together it was later in their lives. Then, they adopted a four-year old girl once Cal helped them get a house and steady situation.

(Name: Quinn Elena Jacos)

Bree - Both Bree and Tramy have kids with my original characters but I thought I'd mention them for fun. Bree has one boy with his ex-girlfriend. He's a good uncle so you just know he's an even better dad. He raises him to be so playful and they live in different households for half the week but he still wants them to be close.

(Name: Kouvr Marshall Barrow - Cove-er)

Tramy - Tramy got married and he and his wife wanted to mainly keep eyes on their hobbies but still wanted at least one kid. Unfortunately, they were dealing with infertility issues. Tramy has always wanted a daughter but was still so happy when his son came home after adopting. Four years later his wife finally became pregnant and they welcomed their baby girl... Yes, she has Tramys red hair.

(Names: Jacob Noble Barrow, Mila Brynn Barrow)

Possible Changes (Help me out!!)

- I like the idea of Kilorn having two sons more than one boy and one girl, thoughts?

- Do we like the name Mila for Tramys daughter? I'm also thinking Skylar or Amara

- I think Gisa would be fantastic mom (in the future obviously) but I personally haven't created any kids for her and also I think she would be focused on her business. And having all those nieces and nephews I think she's good without them.

#dw it looks longer than it is- thats what she said-#yes i have middle names for them this helped me get out of baby fever so...#let me know your thoughts! :)#ask lilo #red queen #redqueen #victoria aveyard #redqueenseries #books #red queen headcanons

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arcane-ish · 7 months ago

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Stealing conversation from @blood-starved-beast

I think the Vander comparison comes from the fact that Jinx's actions specifically benefit the people. She is taking shots at Piltover, she's winning. She's hitting them where they hurt and they're scrambling.

Silco, for all his talk of the Nation of Zaun, never in his reign gets to that. He makes a deal with the Enforcers, floods the Lanes with Shimmer, and buddies up with the Chembarons. The average folk are still struggling, more stronger people are still bullying them, and the exceptionally poor are addicts. This is not a man of the people, this is a bully, a dictator even (hence the Caitlyn parallels go here). And he even got powers on high with support seeing as he buddied with Marcus to get the Top Spot.

I just feel like we still know so little about what Vander's revolution actually looked like, what he actually did. Like when I picture it, because of all the references to the mines, I tend to picture him maybe organizing a miner's strike as a way to getting his feet wet organizing people.

And we know he presumably at some point collected a crowd that marched on the bridge which went terribly.

So what exactly is his positive reputation based on?

After Vander stopped revolution-izing, he did more community building, more like Ekko really. But that's exactly the non-revolution behavior that got Sevika to turn on him.

At the same time, we know that Vander collected protection money, just like Silco. Something that Ekko presumably doesn't do.

It doesn't look like Vander was particularly lining his pockets, so maybe his positive reputation is based on that he collected the money and spread it around, very redistribution or take from the richer and give to the poorer. while Silco used the money more to buy weapons, build up infrastructure like Remi's factory.

I've been really thinking a lot about something Christian Linke said (btw, it cracks me up that his name is literally "The Left", there's even a political in germany by that name) recently about Sevika and Jinx teaming it. It appears that they want the undercity to do well but Silco stood in the way of that (?).

Source

But that kind of goes into how both Vander and Silco stopped their immediate violent revolution goals and made deals with the cops, presumably in the interest of their children.

In the end we don't know still what Silco's plan really was, why he abandoned what seemed to be his original plan to produce a lot of Shimmer beasts.

Now I think there is value in both their approaches, in Vander creating maybe a community that inspires affection and idealism (into the extent that it still carries the Firelights) and in Silco building up infrastructure.

In the end, Remi creates the chem tech goons that can put up a fight against hextech (which wasn't even around back then) even if they likely come at the cost of not just child labor but also child experiments.

I also read some interesting speculation that maybe Silco had a deal with Noxus and that's why he pushed Jinx so hard to weaponize hextech, maybe he wanted forge a better deal with the Noxians. Or maybe his plan shifted from violent overthrowing to a diplomatic and economic victory. Become good enough at business/capitalism that you can squeeze Piltover economically and force them to give you independence.

Basically, I get why Silco might not inspire the kind of admiration that Vander did. Even if he might have laid important ground work. I just feel still kind of fuzzy on what Vander did to inspire this positive image in his revolution times when the writers say over and over that he used to do violent shit.

Like we can guess he might have been a pit fighter too and gotten his nickname like that. And he probably risked people's lives by sending them to the bridge fight. But what else?

That's why I kind of love the idea that maybe Vander and Silco also fucked with the ventilation system and that's what Sevika referred to when she talks about fighting in the fissures.

BTW, shoutout to my girl Sevika, who has the right ideals, is super capable, but it appears that she apparently forever lacks the people skills to lead the revolution herself and that's why she's stuck trying to follow around and cheerlead other people who do the whole inspire the masses thing only to have them end up dawdling.

(and it would be pure irony if Jinx gets put in the same situation, okay, I should be leading this revolution, but I got this kid now that depends on me ...)

#arcane #vander #silco #sevika #jinx #zaun

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justakiro · 2 years ago

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TWST IN THE APOCALYPSE

୨୧ — ꒰TWST FIRST YEARS {APOCALYPSE AU}

୨୧ — ꒰The apocalypse started years ago, how did the first years managed to survive in a whole new and dangerous world?

{masterlist}

Grim

Be suprised he is actually surviving #1

Grim is your companion who you found while the apocalypse was happening, he was just too cute to be left alone! so, after some time of hesitation, you decide to keep him.

Grim is a curse and a blessing. He's got magic, so of course it will be much more easier dealing with the zombies than usual.

But Grim is also heavily reckless, he wouldn't even notice it till the last moment. Not to mention his big appetite, that makes you go scavenging for food more lately.

Grim has somewhat abandonment issues, you never knew what really happened to Grim before you found him. But he frowns a bit when you have to leave him alone for even a minute. (note; he understands when you have to go to the bathroom or any private things)

Ace

Be suprised he's actually surviving #2

Ace was a bit of a jerk when you both met; Both you and Grim where just doing some looting on an abandoned gas station, till you heard someone's voice from behind

Ace was really pushing your buttons when you all first met, he really couldn't just keep his mouth shut for even just a second

In the end, both you and Grim almost killed ace till he was basically spamming apologies to both of you

Ace offered to join both you and Grim on your adventures. You were pretty skeptical about ace, but he just kept annoying you till you accepted.

Biggest regret you ever made since Grim is already a handful, Now imagine another full on trouble magnet as a companion

You can't even count how many times buildings almost fell on your group

"Oh shi!- that's the third zombie group that almost jumped us!!"

Deuce

Victim of the idiots

Seriously, there's not a single moment where deuce can even find peace without getting dragged into it by the two trouble magnets

You didn't knew much about deuces past at all. He barely talked about it, seemingly embarrassed. But you didn't push it onto him

Deuce was just another survivor, but got dragged into the mess your group made after ace and Grim were running away from over 4 groups of zombies

Sooner he ended up joining your group by will. He's someone who tries to control both ace and grims recklessness but ends up failing miserably, give him credit though for atleast trying.

Deuce can put up a good fight which you're thankful for, the more power the more easier it is to deal with the apocalypse

It did suprise you when deuce showed his 'aggressive' side after a survivor was making him frustrated. You definitely did felt a shiver down your spine as you didn't expect deuce to also have a personality like that.

"(Name)! You're back from patrolling? That's good. The three of us were about to- Grim put that down! that can be poisonous!!"

Epel

"Aggressive princess"

Is what ace nicknamed epel when the group met him, Epel ended up almost giving ace a concussion

Epel was in a large group of people, The leader offered him a good deal which can benefit him and his family from the apocalypse

Boy was epel not prepared to be a barbie doll!

He hated it how he was treated 'girlishly'. Epel suffered through the strict and harsh leaders commands, he's very thankful for your group finding him and defeating his leader after their leader went berserk

Epel joined your group after the situation; He's a hard working person who does alot of labor for the group. Just don't tick him off!

Epel can freely express himself now because of your group, like he was finally broken free from a evil curse. Also kinda reckless but can control it more

"Oi! Waddya think ya doing!? Ya picking a fight?- Oh, Mornin (Name)! Don't min me, just gonna deal with this guy over here"

Jack

The favorite one

When you thought all hope was gone after you kept getting on trouble magnets for your group. The gods finally blessed you with jack

Jack is the other one that keeps the group maintained while also in shape

Occasionally gives the group some training and exercises in the morning; And is also one of the people who wakes up early

STRONG AS HELL

Jack comes from another group that he still keeps in contact. Jack choosed to join your group after a fight with his leader (of course your group also got dragged into the fight)

One of the few people with common sense and expirience, usually the one who sometimes leads the group when you're busy. Overall an angel

"Good morning (Name), Me? Accompanying sebek in patrol. You can come and join us if you'd like"

Sebek

LOUD MOUTH

You're so concerned how he's not even attracting any zombies with how loud he talks, especially when you bring up his leader

Can probably talk non stop about his leader which makes you want to just tape his mouth shut

But of course, he also has his positives.

Sebek also trains the group and keeps them in line, he may be a loud mouth but he also had some logical thinking I to him

Sebek is usually the one who plans the groups goals alongside you; He patrols your groups base in the morning for anything that can be of risk of danger

He's also VERY strong, if only he didn't had 5 microphones shoved inside his vocal cords

"(Name)!! What in goodness are you doing!? How can you do something so risky! Tsk Tsk, My leader would've never done such mistake"

A/n: Going to the beach tomorrow, have this post for now. Apologies if the characters was ooc, I finished this in 2 am

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or13m · 7 months ago

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Waking Dream (fnaf) Chapter 007

"Um. I'm not so sure sunflowers are pink, Sunny?" you pointed out with a tilt to your head and a bite to your lip. You were holding the paintbrush with the bubblegum pink paint clinging to its bristles, ready to apply a coat to the outline the solar animatronic did on a wall of the daycare. There was a whole field of flowers ready to be filled in on this wall. Apparently, the paint was a special blend that would shift colors when the lights went out. The white outline was even a special glow-in-the-dark type that would really make it pop in the dark! Sundrop had nearly caused the man who had delivered his order a heart attack in his excitement to try out the paints. You couldn't really blame the delivery guy. A seven-foot animatronic rushing at you with spinning rays, glowing eyes, and an overly-excited hop in his step was enough to cause anyone pause.

Of course, from your standpoint, you had thought it was cute.

"Think outside of the box, Sunshine!" Sun crowed from his spot far below you. You were up near the top of the wall, using your ability to float to help in the creation of the expansive mural. You could feel the heat pooling in your cheeks at the new nickname. It had only been a week since he had named you "Cocoa" and, here he was, already giving up on the name and presenting you with a new one. Granted, this one was less "name" and more of an actual term of endearment, but still…

"But I like my box!" you whined with a playful grin. "It's nice and comfy. No mean Moons in there either," you added the part about Moon as an afterthought, not forgetting all the times he had tried to jump scare you so you would lose focus and phase through a wall. He could be sweet--asking if you got through the night alright while he and Sun charged or if you needed to talk whenever you got too quiet for too long--but he was still a mischievous imp when it came right down to it.

"Moony! What did you do this time?" Sunny exclaimed, a frown on his faceplate and his hands on his hips. You giggled at the sight, starting to paint in his masterpiece as you listened to his half of the conversation. The two had started to talk out loud for your benefit when they conversed. You had no idea why but assumed that they thought it made you feel less excluded somehow. It made for some funny images since you could only hear half of whatever discussion they were having in their head, but you appreciated the thought, nonetheless.

'I did nothing!' the naptime attendant defended himself, but Sun could hear the rumble of laughter in his tone. 'It's not like I can get away with anything with YOU in my head.'

The daycare bot hummed in agreement, exaggerating his "thinking pose" by rubbing his "chin" and raising a "brow". He was thankful that this new design wasn't static like their last one was. They could form expressions and move their mouths in sync with their speech now! Part of it was to appeal to the children and appease the adults, but most of it was because it made the two attendants feel more comfortable. It would also be a huge hit with the kiddos when they started performing on stage for them again! They had incorporated a raised platform into the daycare's new design right in front of the ball pit.

Sunny snuck a glance at the newest addition to their home--you. You were still floating along effortlessly as you concentrated on the task at hand, tuning out the world. Over the past few days, you had been getting a better handle on your life as a ghost. You had thrown yourself into learning how to control your new powers--floating, phasing through objects, and holding onto things--but you still worried him and Moon about how you had yet to come to terms with the fact that you had died. Any time one of them would attempt to bring the subject up, you would make an excuse to get out of the conversation.

How long will you be stuck in this stage of denial?

Other thoughts began to form the longer he watched you--Moon peeking through his eyes, too. Despite your reluctance in discussing your circumstances, you were quick to offer your help wherever you could. Thanks to your participation, the daycare was coming along swimmingly--much faster than Sunny had calculated. You had even aided Moon in other parts of the mall, helping to run cords or fetch tools for construction. None of the animatronics particularly liked the idea of a bunch of unknown human workers milling about unsupervised in their domain, so they kept it as minimal as possible by doing a majority of the work themselves. It kept their minds busy, too, so they really were grateful for the added distraction. Your enthusiasm to aid in that quickly endeared you to the three animatronics who knew of your existence. The way you'd chew on your tongue when your utmost focus was needed or how wide your eyes would get when they accomplished a feat that would be impossible for a human to do alone were just…well, they were cute. YOU were cute…

'Sunny…' Moon rumbled in their shared space. 'You're staring again.'

The solar bot startled at his counterpart's words once they registered. He squeaked, his rays spinning fast as he ripped his eyes away from you. He didn't think you noticed with how hard you were concentrating on painting in his artwork, but he could never be sure. His twin on the other hand… His embarrassment skyrocketed, telling on his faceplate with a gentle glow thanks to the upgrades Peter had oh so THOUGHTFULLY installed. Initially, they had been ecstatic with the new emotions they could show, but, now, they just furthered his panic…

"Oh? Like YOU don’t?!" he snapped back. His fans had kicked on and he prayed to the heavens that you couldn't hear them from your vantage point. To cover up his current predicament, he dove back into painting in the field of flowers near the floor of the daycare. "You're just as worried about them as I am!" He vigorously colored in a stem, flawlessly staying within the lines in spite of his heightened emotions.

'Worry? Yeah, that's it…' the night bot affirmed with a heavy sarcasm. If he had a face, then he'd be rolling his eyes right about now.

"…"

Moon sighed at Sun's silence, deciding to drop the subject for now. You weren't the only one in denial, it would seem…

"Laddies!" a certain captain called from the other side of the daycare door alongside some frantic knocking. The daycare bots had taken it upon themselves to use a children's toy to wedge in the doors at all hours of the day and night to keep you a secret. While you were okay with meeting the others now, Sun and Moon continued to insist that you were not. "I 'ave some news fer ye!"

You and Sun glanced at each other before Sun motioned for you to go to their balcony, just in case. While you drifted off to the castle tower that denoted the entrance to their room, the daycare attendant skipped over to the main door. You had just set down the can of pink paint and was in the process of wrapping up the brush in some painter's plastic, when Foxy came sprinting into the room. He was frazzled, missing his captain's hat and clothes askew as if he'd ran the whole way here from Pirate's Cove. If he'd been human, he'd probably be out of breath, as well. Even Sundrop was at a loss for words at the sight of the usually-pristine pirate fox in such disarray.

"Captain, are you okay?" you called down to him after noting that he was alone. You stood up to go down to the pair, but hesitated when Sun held a hand up to stop you.

"I be fine," Foxy assured you, waving off the other animatronic as he worried over the senior AI. "Listen, the lad be bringin' a new 'ire around. They'll be 'ere soon."

"New hire?" Sunny repeated, speaking your thoughts aloud for you. He'd been so engrossed in getting you settled in that he hadn't even bothered to keep up with how things were going up front. They would be launching soon, he supposed, so they would need employees--human, of course, since the bots were already in place. He knew that there were some employees hired and ready to go, but none of them were scheduled to start working until opening day. Only two security guards were currently on staff: one for the day and one at night. Moon is pretty sure that Peter had shown them around while they'd been charging early one morning.

'It's an employee for the daycare,' Moon supplied, having sifted through the files from the main server. Peter had even sent them a courtesy email to inform them a couple of days ago, but, clearly, they had both overlooked it in favor of their "guest". Moon was disgruntled at both the interference into their daily routine and the fact that they had neglected to check their notifications. Sun wasn't too thrilled either. While he appreciated the potential help in the daycare, he was nervous about how this employee would behave. 'This isn't Fazco, Sunny,' his counterpart was quick to remind him, stopping the thoughts before they could start.

'I know that!' Sun huffed only to perk up at the sound of the door opening once more.

You watched from your vantage point on their balcony, carefully hidden by the red drapery at the entrance to their room. Peter Lawrence--the owner of the new company and, by extension, your animatronic friends--entered the colorful space, holding the door open long enough for his companion to follow. In walked a young woman no older than twenty-five with gorgeous, strawberry-blonde hair that hung in waves all the way down to her midback. Her body was perfect, her eyes were bottle-green and bright, and she had even come dressed in theme for the celestial style that the daycare attendants had been modeled after: a star-speckled black dress with a loose grey cardigan thrown over. Even her black sandals had little silver moons on the sides, flashing in the fluorescent lights as she and Peter closed the distance between them and the two animatronics.

"Oh, Foxy? I didn't know you'd be here," the man addressed the captain who--for his credit--kept his cool as he gave a toothy grin at the pair of humans. "Well, while you're here, you can meet Miss Jessi Newman. She's actually Jon's cousin."

"The young lad who works the night shift?" he clarified, receiving a nod from Peter and a giggle from Jessi. "'e's a jolly lad. Welcome aboard, Lass!" The pirate animatronic executed the same sweeping bow--sans hat--in introduction as he had done for you. "I be Cap'n Foxy. Now I best be on my way. Bonnie be lookin' fer 'elp findin' 'is guitar again." He looked irritated at this last bit and you couldn't help but smile at the sight. He waved his hook in the air as he walked out the door--a farewell to you since he couldn't directly say one with two outsiders in the room. You'd heard plenty of gripes from the old fox about the bunny and how frequently he "lost" his belongings over the past week. You knew the real reason behind it but had been sworn (threatened) to secrecy…

You continued to watch the introductions between Sun and Jessi, taking great care to remain hidden in the shadows as you peeked out from between the curtains. Some pleasantries were exchanged and it all seemed to be going well--not that you were any expert--until the girl did something…odd.

"I can't wait to work with you, Sunny!" Jessi hummed up at the solar-themed bot, pulling her shoulders back and pushing her chest forward while taking a step closer to her new coworker. You raised a brow at the sickly-sweet tone she had suddenly adopted, feeling something twist deep in your gut. Both Peter and Sun seemed oblivious to the abrupt change as they worked out the details on what Jessi's job in the daycare would entail and when she would start.

"Oh! I'm looking forward to working with you and the children!" Sunny chirped, friendly and hyper as ever. The only tell he had that he was nervous was his fingers picking at the ribbons tied to his wrists, something that you noticed right away. Peter was just as aware of that quirk as you were. Once the daycare attendant started to fidget with his ribbons and bells, it was time to pack up and hit the road.

"I have some paperwork for you to fill out before you leave today, Miss Newman," the man intercepted before the blonde could get any closer to the animatronic. He guided the girl out with an outstretched hand and a smile, leaving the area with a goodbye to his anxious friend before the door shut on them. Sunny released a sigh and you were at his side by the time he was done. He turned to you with a nervous smile, tapping his long fingers together while he was lost in his thoughts.

"Want to get back to painting, Sunny?" you suggested with a tilt to your head and a smile of your own on your lips. At his grateful nod, you picked up a fresh brush and started to fill in the flowers at the base of the wall. He joined you not even a second later, chatting you up about all of the kids that would be filtering in through those doors in just a few weeks. You listened, hoping that the coil of jealousy you felt in your stomach would go away soon…

#fnaf story #waking dream #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #security breach #fnaf security breach #fanfic #fanfiction #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fanfiction #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sun and moon #sun x yn #moon x yn

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sea-creature-things · 1 year ago

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Grimwalker things

Chapter 2: Palismen

Hunter has a special bond with the Palismen. It’s cuz he’s BUILD DIFFERENT. Literally.

This chapter was very fun to make. I gave Flapjack some old man-wisdom. Ghost is just like Amity. Clover is just a sweetheart and Emmiline is… unique.

You can read here under the cut. Or on AO3 eith this link:

It has been 3 weeks since they arrived in the human realm. The teeth incident was still fresh on Hunter’s mind. Another thing to keep him up at night. Not of the nightmare variety though, which was nice. This was just embarrassing.

And it was making him think about the whole Grimwalker-business. He definitely didn’t need more of that.

It was Friday and 6 am, but Hunter had been awake for even longer. Insomnia sure was fun! He got out of bed quietly, to not disturb Gus on the couch beside him.

He wanted his thoughts to steer clear of the Grimwalker topic. Or his uncle… or the fate of the Boiling Ilses, Darius, Eda, if they could even find a way back home-

So, he did things around the house. It had become his role here. Not officially, nobody wanted him doing this. But he did it anyway.

He wanted to be useful.

He wanted to keep Camila happy. Who wouldn’t be happy with a clean, organised house?

Besides, he liked doing it. It was a healthy distraction, like Luz always says. So he dusted every corner of the house, cleaned the kitchen several times and put everything where it belonged. Vee even taught him how to do the laundry, but it was still extremely early. Only quiet cleaning for now.

The bright, summer sun was slowly coming up. Would that make it 6:30 now? The sun rays through the curtains gave the room a warm energy. The natural lighting was a very welcome change.

It also lit up the clouds in various different colours. It reminded him of home, those purples and oranges. But they weren’t they same. The human realm was a lot more peaceful.

He didn’t trust it.

He wanted to, but this place still didn’t feel real. Every failed attempt at a portal, grounded them more. Every block in their creativity, made it feel so permanent. And it made him feel guilty.

His missed home, but he wasn’t really in a hurry to go back. He was sad, but not for himself. He would never in his life tell the others! He felt awful for wanting to stay here longer.

In this peaceful house.

The sun had another benefit, it made more dust particles visible. Which Hunter was actually grateful for. His brain was starting to wonder again. Not. Enjoyable.

He could technically also talk to distract himself, because he wasn’t alone. Flapjack and Ghost were keeping him company. And judging him.

Which is why he didn’t really feel like talking to them. Giving them the excuse that they needed to be silent. He had promised Amity no noise before 7 am after all. She is the lightest of sleepers.

But if those forbidden topics were barging back in... Ghost headbutted his shin. She had decided for him.

“Put the duster down, nerd.” She meowed.

“Don’t go stealing Amity’s nicknames now,” Hunter whispered back, “please.”

The white cat palisman licked his ankle. Her sandpaper tongue made him jump back, giggling. It meant that her name-calling was out of love, much like her witch.

“Put it down!" She meowed again.

"Stop cleaning, Hunter." Flapjack chirped. He flew down from the fridge onto the counter in front of his witch.

Both of them were now looking at him with even more judgement. Hunter didn’t think that was possible for a bird and a cat, but here they were. He sighed.

The fact he could understand Ghost at all was making his brain go places. Flapjack was his palisman, they had a strong bond and always knew each others intentions.

The fact he could talk with him proved that. However, he was able to talk with the others as well. He has understood every active palisman he’s ever come across.

He used to think it was normal, but learned his lesson quite early on. His commander back then thought he bonded with the deer palisman they were "retrieving", just because he—

Doesn’t matter.

It’s a Grimwalker thing.

So he’s been careful about talking to Ghost, Clover or Emmiline while their witches were around. One more thing he was hiding from them.

He hated this! At this point he would rather have a nightmare.

“Do something fun, find something else to distract.” Flapjack chirped.

“Read a book.” Ghost purred. “You nerd!”

“Not a bad suggestion,” Hunter said, “still don’t like that name though.”

“A tree can’t change its home.” Flapjack said amused, as he landed in his hair.

“What does that even mean?” Hunter walked over to the living room. Camila’s book collection was fair game. She had promised him many times.

“It means I can call you a nerd, because you are one.” Ghost mewed, bouncing alongside him. Flap confirmed it with a strong chirp.

“Alright alright, I get it.” He picked out a book on fossils. “But cleaning is not a bad distraction.”

“There is literally nothing left to clean.” The cat climbed on his lap the moment he sat down on the couch.

Ah. This was his fate now. They had successfully trapped him.

“There’s always dust.” Hunter mumbled.

“I am going to break that duster one day.” Flapjack settled comfortably in the blonde locks. Comfortable for him at least.

“Please don’t. It is Camila’s, she'd be very mad at me.”

“She wouldn’t be mad at you.” Ghost reassured him.

“Camila is a very nice lady.” Flapjack bonked him on the head with his beak. “And a spectacular mother.”

“Yes… I know, but still—” Hunter sighed. He played with the pages, not yet able to focus on the text. “Luz is very lucky.”

Ghost licked his hand. Hunter giggled again, jerking his hand away from her.

“Stop licking me!”

“Well hello there~” Gus came into the living room. Instantly in a good mood, seeing his bro so cheery. To Hunter, he came out of nowhere.

“Gus! Uh- good morning. Did I wake you up? Im sorry-“

“Nah, I just woke up on my own. It’s almost 7 ya know.” Gus said nonchalantly. He knew how to calm his friend.

“Oh.” Hunter relaxed. The house had finally entered the world of the living. Rest easy now, brain.

“Watcha reading?” His best friend came up to scratch both palismen under the chin.

“It’s a book about fossils.”

“Oh cool! Are human fossils very different from ours?”

“I don’t know… I haven’t actually read anything yet.”

“Oh. Well you do that then. I’m gonna grab some juice.” Gus said as he walked towards the kitchen.

“Do you need help?” Hunter gestured to Ghost to get off. Going non-verbal now that the others were waking up. She refused.

“No, I think I got it!” Gus laughed from down the hall.

“Read, nerd.” Ghost meowed lovingly.

Hunter reluctantly did as he was told. He’d have to combat her name calling later. Not that he really minded, he never felt hurt whenever Amity did it, but 3 times in 1 morning was a bit much.

Gus came back from the kitchen, two glasses of juice in hand. He didn’t bother asking Hunter if he wanted one two. The answer would always be no, when he meant to say yes.

He joined him on the couch and they looked at the pictures of human dinosaurs together. Discussing the similarities with their own extinct reptiles. A few minutes later, Amity and Vee appeared in the doorway.

“Hey nerds!”

Hunter couldn’t help the desperate sigh that escaped his mouth. The girls looked at him funny. He looked away embarrassed. He could just feel Ghost’s evil grin radiating from his lap.

“Good morning.” Vee chuckled.

Gus greeted them both. He showed Vee the book, but she had already read it and subsequently showed him her favourite page.

“So the ‘hey nerds’ was warranted.” Amity smirked. “What was that sigh for?”

Hunter met her eyes awkwardly. Her sassy expression matching perfectly with Ghost’s entire being. He’s been called a nerd 4 times in a very short amount of time. So his sigh was just as warranted.

“Flap has been calling me a nerd all morning.” He lied. The bird bonked him on the head for blaming him.

The actual culprit made a ‘mmrrrp’ sound. The white fluffy monster was laughing at them! Then she climbed down to greet her witch.

“You guys wanna have breakfast? Luz and Willow won’t be here for a while.” Vee said.

At that moment, Camila walked in. Hunter’s first instinct was to grab the book from Gus. It took an embarrassing amount of effort to ignore that instinct.

“Good morning kids,” She said cheery. They all said their good morning’s back. “I heard something about breakfast?”

“Yes, because those sleepyheads will take at least 2 more hours.” Amity laughed.

“Luz is usually a morning person,” Gus interjected, looking at Vee amused. “Did you swap or something?”

“No!” Vee crossed her arms with a playfully sour expression on her face. Then her face dropped and her voice got more serious. “Luz actually didn’t sleep well last night...”

She looked at Camila carefully, Hunter couldn’t help but do the same. Amity tapped the basilisks arm, she was probably not supposed to say that.

“Another nightmare?” Camila asked, but she knew the answer. She had one of those ‘worried mom’ expression that they saw very often. Hunter hadn’t been able to place them at first, being extremely foreign to him.

But Camila quickly had one reserved for him too. Luz had to explicitly tell him she wasn’t angry, just worried. He didn’t know how to feel about it yet.

“Poor girl.” Flapjack’s chirp was the only thing that could be heard, because the room was filled with an awkward silence. “You should talk to her.”

Hunter scratched his feathers to discretely tell him he understood. He would try, Luz was more likely to talk to him about her nightmares. Maybe because he had them too? Hunter didn’t feel like he could really help her though.

“Oh, is that ‘Guide through the Fossil Record’ you have there?” Camila finally broke the silence. She pointed at the book in Gus’s hands.

“Yes!” Hunter shot up. “I took it to pass the time, I hope that is alright.”

“That is quite alright, Hunter.” Camila reassured him once more. “You can take any book you like.”

Amity’s understanding look was a lot better than Ghost’s pitiful one. Vee gave him some grace by ignoring him, talking to Gus about her favourite fossil again.

“So breakfast then?” Amity asked.

“Yes, let’s do that. Does anybody want eggs?” Camila rubbed her hands, ready to make breakfast just a little bit more special.

Hunter smiled politely. He did want eggs, but of course he didn’t say anything. Gus slung an arm over his shoulders, making him bend down quite a bit.

“We do!” He called out enthusiastically. Forever his saviour when it came to asking for things.

———

“Good morning.” Luz yawned as she entered the kitchen. She saw her mom and her friends (except Willow) all at the table. They greeted and welcomed her, but were already done with breakfast.

“Feeling better sleepyhead?” Amity kissed her on the cheek when Luz sat down next to her.

She nodded and returned the kiss. She still felt horrible, but an itty bitty bit better. And that’s what her girlfriend asked.

Clover and Emmiline had hitched a ride on her. Luz appreciated the company after a night like that.

“There you are buddy~” Gus cooed as his palisman stepped on his hand.

Clover flew over to Hunter and Flap. She buzzed up a storm when she joined the little cardinal in the blonde nest.

“Aye que lindo~” Camila cooed and the kids laughed. Hunter felt his face get hot from embarrassment.

Still, he’d never tell the precious creatures to leave. He had accepted his fate as ‘palisman free real estate’ long ago. Besides, Clover was always fun to be around.

He understood the constant buzzing and was trying his best to hide it. Apparently, Clover had tried to get her witch out of bed early for once. It didn’t go well. It was near impossible for him to not laugh as Clover described the things Willow miraculously slept through.

Buzzing next to her ear, sticking a paw in her nose, tickling her nose with bee-fuzz. He could clearly picture it.

The bee had even considered dropping something heavy on her. Luckily for the unaware witch, Luz came to the rescue. Or ‘disrupted her creative process’, as Clover saw it.

The aforementioned saviour looked at him curiously. Luz knew. She also knew he wanted to hide it. In her opinion, he was scared for nothing.

They would all think it was awesome he could talk with their palisman. A sharp pang of jealousy shot through her heart. ‘Their palismen’. That didn’t include her.

“Should we wake Willow?” Hunter asked.

“I’m NOT doing that again!” Vee burst out. Whatever she was doing was put on abrupt hold.

“Have you learned nothing?” Gus joined her passion.

“I still haven’t fixed that hole in the wall.” Camila mummed, squinting over her coffee.

“Sorry Mami…” Luz laughed awkwardly and her mom ruffled her hair.

“It’s alright Mija. When you live with 4 witches it was bound to happen.”

“Yeah…” Amity laughed in the exact same way as her girlfriend, “so not a good idea.”

“Luckily you don’t have to.” Willow chimed in as she entered the kitchen. “Also, I’m still very sorry about the wall.”

The group greeted her. Camila also reassured her about the wall again. She offered to fix it together to make her feel better. The plant witch happily agreed.

“I’ll make you two some eggs.” Camila got up, taking the empty pan from the table.

“You had eggs? Without me?” Luz gasped in fake-offence. She got up and put a hand to her forehead, like a Regency woman about to faint.

“How dare they. Such betrayal!” Willow joined her demeanour. Interlocking her fingers with her bestie. Those historical romance movies were leaving their mark.

The girls hooked their arms together, turned around dramatically and walked those 4 feet to the stove as fancy as they could.

At the table were 4 sets of eye-rolls. But they couldn’t say they weren’t amused. Amity snickered lightly and Hunter chuckled into his hand.

“Does that count?” Willow spun around and pointed at him. Then looked at Gus overjoyed. “Does that count for the game?”

“Sure!” Gus laughed. He smirked wide at his bro, whose expression soured. Hunter pouted and crossed his arms. This game was ridiculous if you asked him. “One point for Luz and Willow, I’ll write it down later.”

“We’re still behind Flap though.” Luz giggled.

“It’s not fair, he’s too cute!”

After the girls finished their breakfast the group got to talking about their plans. They wanted to do something fun and Camila came up with an idea. She offered to take them to the mall since she had an unexpected free day. Gus was insanely excited to explore and soon enough everyone matched his energy.

Except Luz.

She was smiling and cheerfully talking, sure, but she seemed off somehow. Hunter knew what Luz was normally like. She clearly wanted to go, but was apprehensive for some reason. He could guess what it was.

Willow and Vee, under leadership of Gus, ran upstairs to get out of their pyjamas. Camila followed at a calmer pace, after looking down at her bathrobe and fluffy slippers. Amity wanted to follow them too, but stopped in her tracks.

“Are you coming?” She asked Luz.

She had also noticed her girlfriend’s attitude was not as bubbly as it normally would be. Luz loved getting out of the house to show her friends the human realm.

“Oh I’m all set!”

She showed off her lame cat-hoody with pride. A black cartoon cat was on it, with the text ‘cats are clawsome’.

“Um.. alright.” Amity reluctantly agreed. She couldn’t think of anything to say. Maybe it’ll be easier for them to talk at the mall.

“I’m also ready to go.” Hunter said, gesturing to his own normal sweater and jeans. “You go change, and I will clean the table.”

“I’ll help!” Luz called out, jumping on her bro. She was doing too much now, looking overly excited, trying to conceal her feelings.

They grabbed the breakfast supplies as Amity went upstairs. The resulting silence while the put stuff back in the cupboards made Luz uncomfortable. Hunter thought it was quite nice, but she felt the need to fill it.

“So~ what did Clover say when she was all upset?” Luz bumped her shoulder into his.

“She was describing very vividly how she tried to wake Willow up early.” He smirked as he patted the little bee.

“Oh yeah,” Luz laughed and patted her too, “Sorry, baby, but that’s mission impossible.”

“So… what’s up with you?” Hunter questioned. Luz turned to him slowly with an uncomfortable expression. Now she missed the silence.

“When did you get so good at that?” She pouted. Hunter shrugged, credit belonged Flapjack for this one. But he had gotten better at it. Somehow.

“I heard you had a nightmare?” Flap was still in his hair, happy that his witch had listened to his advice.

“Who snitched?” Luz joked. She really didn’t appreciate Vee or Amity telling him that. Did they tell her mom? Was she worried?

“Vee did, but go easy on her. You shouldn’t keep those things to yourself.” Clover flew onto his shoulder and Emmi walked upside down on his arm.

“I’d rather tell you myself.” She pouted again. She couldn’t be mad at her kinda-twin for long. Vee never lied to mom and it was probably better to share anyways. She just didn’t want to admit that Blondie was right.

“Then do so.” He said, proud of his wit. He absentmindedly picked up Ghost, holding her like a baby.

Luz looked at the very serious boy covered in tiny magical animals. He looked so happy with his smart-ass respons. She wanted to brake out into a belly laugh. But instead she felt broken.

The nightmare had come back to the forefront of her mind. She thought about how her own palisman couldn’t join them in using Hunter as their playground. They were still stuck in the egg.

She didn’t even know if they were alive.

This sight made her laugh with tears forming in her eyes. It startled Hunter. He fumbled for a second, unsure and concerned.

Then he moved Ghost over to one arm and reached out with his other hand. He held Luz’s head. As she sniffed, he lightly pushed her towards him.

She immediately gave in and moved into the awkward, palismen-filled hug. Her head was resting on his chest and she looked down to Ghost in his arm. She mewed. Luz tickled her belly, laughing weakly through her blurry vision.

“She says ‘there there’.” Hunter translated. Rubbing her hair like she was also a cat. Considering everything, this awkward hug was quite impressive. Luz blinked away her tears and sighed.

“My nightmare was about my palisman. My egg… and Eda.” She paused to wipe her eyes. “I dreamt I was with her, carving the palistrom wood. But this time when I was done, she told me I made a mistake. That I shouldn’t have made it an egg. That I- that I… killed it.”

She pressed her face into Hunter’s chest when the tears filled her eyes again. She regretted telling him now, what if the others walked in? What if her mom saw her like this? Once the floodgates opened, she couldn’t stop.

“It was so messed up! How could my brain make Eda say those things?” Her voice was breaking, she was staining his shirt. She felt Clover rub against her cheek and Ghost licking her hand.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Hunter shushed her. “Nightmares are funny like that. They put your fears right in your face in the most horrible, screwed up way possible.”

“Yeah!” Luz turned to Ghost again. But forgot Clover was there, getting a face full of bee. It made Hunter snort. He quickly regained his composure and continued with a gentle voice.

“But don’t worry Luz. Your palisman is alive, I promise.”

“Can you promise that?” She pulled back to look into his eyes.

“I can. I’m sure they are alive. I can feel it.”

“Thanks Hunter!” Luz barrelled back into the hug. It made Flapjack fall off his head. She squeezed his lungs out as the little cardinal chirped aggressively. “Sorry Flap.”

“He says he forgives you.” Hunter smirks. Luz’s chuckle was still weak. She sighed and let go of her friend.

“I’m just so scared something is gonna happen to it.”

“I understand, but listen Luz. Your egg is save. It’ll hatch and you’re gonna show your palisman to Eda.”

Luz looked up at him, smile big and genuine.

“And before that, I’ll guard it with my life.”

The boy covered in magical creatures, shining brightly like the sun, was now back to looking hilarious. Luz broke out into the belly laugh she wanted before. She definitely felt better now.

———

The gang was outside getting ready to get into the car. Luz felt a little restless again. Her talk with Hunter helped a lot, but her fears didn’t just magically disappear. She wondered if there was a spell for that.

She looked at Hunter. He did say he would guard it right? No. No, thats not fair. He should not have to-

“Can I stay here?” Hunter looked at Camila nervously. Standing in the doorway, still half inside.

The kids stopped in their tracks and turned to him confused.

“I want to, uh, take care of the palismen.” He tried to explain. Picking up Emmiline from the ground as he smiled anxiously. “We shouldn’t leave them alone.”

“We’ve left them in the house before.” Gus pointed out confused.

“Ah well yes. That’s true…” Hunter trailed off.

“I understand, but it doesn’t feel right to leave you behind.” Camila tapped her chin. She didn’t want to force this kid to go to the mall. She still struggled with how to treat Hunter.

There was deafening silence. Guilt crept up on Luz, but he smiled at her. Did he really not mind?

“I can stay?” Willow offered suddenly.

“Huh?” Hunter’s eyes shot to her instantly. A tiny blush crept over his face. “No no no, thats not necessary! You wanna go to mall, right? You should go, have fun.”

He waved his hands, laughing awkwardly. He cursed his voice and his face. Titan why?

“I will stay. I’ve been to the mall enough times.” Vee said, snorting at the stupid boy and prodding him in the side. “Plus, it’d be boring without this guy stumbling through stores and cafes.”

Hunter was conflicted between being grateful and offended. He pushed her away with a hand on her face, earning a laugh from the others. Then he remembered Camila was there too and his back straightened.

“Okay, then the problem is solved right?” Amity asked, rearing to go.

“Yup!” Luz took her girlfriend’s hand and led her to the car. Glancing back to give a silent thank you to her bro.

“Are you guys sure?” Gus asked.

“Oh yeah, we’ll be fine.” Vee waved him away.

Willow looked at them confused, silently questioning Hunter if he was really sure. He smiled at her as genuinely as he could muster. She accepted it, and got into the car with Gus.

“I forgot something!” Luz ran back suddenly. Basically running through Hunter and Vee into the house and up the stairs. Hunter walked after her a little bit, watching the stairs from around the corner.

She flew back down holding her egg. She slid to a stop in front of him. Hunter held out his hands and she gratefully put the palisman in them. He saluted her and she beamed at him.

Then she flew past Vee, saying goodbye, and entered the car. The stragglers waved the off, while Hunter kept the egg behind his back. Camila drove off and the gang was in for fun mall-day.

Hunter and Vee retreated into the house. Vee stared at the palisman in his hands while they walked to the living room. Something stirred in her.

“So… What was her nightmare about?” She asked while giving him side-eye.

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to share that.” Hunter looked at her confused.

“Was it about the egg?”

“Vee!”

“Yes or no.”

“That’s not fair, you know I can’t lie!”

“So yes then.”

Hunter gave her a disappointed look. Her behaviour was surprising. And annoying. Where was this coming from?

“Okay, I’m sorry. I was just…” She looked down at her claws. A little ashamed of herself. “I asked her, ya know?”

He did know. It made sense now. Hunter didn’t fully drop his disappointment, but looked at her intrigued. He waited for her to continue.

“She didn’t want to share it with me, but with you it’s like immediate.” Vee made an explosive gesture.

Hunter’s expression softened. An upset Vee wasn’t easy to comfort, but he could understand her.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not.”

“I was just curious, okay?”

“Sure.”

Vee was about to defend herself, shoulders tense, a finger pointed at him. Basilisk-fury burned in her eyes. Then her arm dropped and she looks more sad than anything.

“I still don’t know if she even likes me.”

“Aww Vee, of course she does!” Hunter put a hand on her shoulder, but removed it slowly when she turned to him irritated. “I mean uh- it’s Luz! She wants to be friends with everyone.”

“I took her place for months!” Vee plopped down on the couch, hugging her tail to her chest. “She said it was okay but what if it really wasn’t? She doesn’t trust me…”

“Just because she didn’t want to talk about her nightmare, doesn’t mean she doesn’t trust you.” Hunter sat down next to her carefully. “It was just a… difficult subject.”

“Then why did she tell you so easily!?” Vee buried her face in her tail with a defeated sigh.

“I don’t know! Probably because of what we’ve been though together.” Hunter tried not to think about the mindscape too much. “Because I get nightmares like that too. And last time, she told me just because I was the only one still awake.”

She still didn’t look fully convinced. Hunter tapped the egg in his lap. Gently running a finger along the grooves.

“Or maybe because I’m a Grimwalker…” He said softly. Vee lifted her head. “She knows palismen are different with me.”

Vee opened her mouth, but couldn’t think of any words. Hunter’s expression was bittersweet. His true identity was a difficult subject too. They rarely talked about it after the reveal.

She had hoped to bond over the fact they were both (part) demon. But she respected his wish to keep it hidden. Maybe this could help him think more positively about being a Grimwalker?

“It’s a pretty cool trait.” She patted the egg. Hunter sighed.

“I don’t know why Luz tells me those things.” He’d rather to stay on the first topic. “But she doesn’t tell Amity either and I’m pretty sure she likes her.”

“You’re right.” Vee giggled. She patted Emmiline as she climbed on the side of his head. “I mean it though, it’s a cool trait to have.”

“Thanks.” Hunter shifted uncomfortably. “I just know it’s not normal.”

“And?” Vee jumped up from the couch. Basilisk-fury returned to her eyes. She shifted into pastel version of Hunter with a clown nose on. “Normal is boring!”

“Hey!” Hunter put the palismen aside to chase her. Which gave Vee a substantial lead, running around the house as clown-Hunter.

They chased each other for a while, the palismen even joined in. Eventually they tired themselves out and Vee retreated to her room to watch a show on her phone.

Hunter wanted to start cleaning again, but Flapjack and Ghost threatened to actually break the duster. So he returned to reading ‘Guide through the Fossil Record’.

He’s always been a fast reader though. Finishing the book under two hours. He put it back on the shelf and boredom took over.

“You look tired.” Clover buzzed.

“He didn’t sleep at all last night.” Ghost mewed at her.

“Thats not true!” Hunter protested. “I slept like 3 hours.”

“That’s still horrible!” Clover flew into his cheek, like a fuzzy punch.

“Yes.” Flap joined his bee friend by pecking his other cheek. “You know that is not a sufficient amount.”

“Yeah, tell em Emmi.” Ghost pushed the chameleon with her nose. The blue palisman stuck out her tongue as her eyes drifted in different directions. “She agrees.”

“Take a nap Hunter.” Flapjack chirped, prodding into Hunter’s cheek again. He averted his eyes with a ‘hmpf’ sound.

“Yes. Nurse Clover demands it.” The little bee said, floating pointedly in his face.

“Nurse Clover?”

“Doctor Flapjack’s orders.” The bird joined in flying in front of his face, to look at him very serious. Hunter just thought they was cute.

“You with them?” He looked at Ghost and Emmiline who had laid down next to the egg.

“With them?” Ghost elegantly crossed her paws. “I run this hospital.”

“I’m a brain surgeon!” Emmiline called out proudly. The other palismen exchanged uneasy glances.

“Yeah… I wouldn’t let you operate.” Hunter tickled her under the chin.

“Anyways.” Clover landed on his knee. “Nap.”

“Yes nurse.” He sighed.

He held Luz’s egg to his stomach and laid down. The carefully carved wood was brimming with potential. Hunter could feel the life softly emanating from the inside. They weren’t quite there yet, but the creature would join them soon enough. And they would be a little menace, just like their witch.

The rest bunched up together and found a place on his legs. Turned out they were right, he drifted off almost immediately.

———

Hunter woke up to giggling and something fluffy in his nose. He heard a camera shutter.

“Shit my sound was on.”

His eyes flew open when he heard Luz. He flinched back, but didn’t get up fully. His head spun from the sudden movement.

He was once again surrounded on the couch. His friends were standing behind the coffee table. Luz was closer in a photographer position with her phone. The giggling had not yet stopped.

Hunter finally investigated the fluffy thing that had been tickling his nose. Ghost. Of course. It seemed he had turned on his back in his sleep, hugging Luz’s egg to his chest. Then the other palisman found their way to curl into his stomach, while Ghost had planted herself in his neck and against his face.

“Welcome back guys.” He yawned when he managed to sit up just enough to lean against the armrest. He snuffed the remaining cat hairs out his nose.

“Good morning~” Amity teased.

“Is this what you meant by ‘watching the palismen’?” Vee poked the Grimwalker in his cheeks.

Luz slapped her sister’s arm and gave her girlfriend a look. If they teased him, Hunter might never sleep again! This was the first time she had even witnessed it. It’s totally not important that she was the one taking pictures of him, not at all.

“I had no choice!” Hunter joked, relieving her concerns. “It was nurse Clover’s orders.”

“Aww that’s so cute!” Willow cooed at her bee still sleeping soundly against his stomach. A soft pink quickly formed on Hunter's face.

“And she’s not wrong,” Gus added, saving him from saying anything stupid. “You need to sleep more, dude.”

Hunter wanted to fire back a snarky respons, but Amity noticed something. The noise she made brought everyone’s attention to her.

“Wait. Why do you have Luz’s egg?” She asked, visibly confused.

A few ‘oh hey’s and ‘wait yeah’s filled the room. It was like everyone just now noticed the blue palisman resting in Hunter’s hands.

“I asked him to keep an eye on it for me.” Luz answered for him.

Hunter carefully handed her precious carving back to her. Luz smiled very gratefully, she was able to have fun at the mall without worrying.

But if he wasn’t opposed to teasing right now…

“Still, this was sight to behold.” She smirked. Hunter’s warm and selfless aura dissipated as he squinted a look of betrayal at her.

“I’ll say!” Gus laughed. “We didn’t expect to come back to this pile of palisman on the couch.”

Hunter sighed. He guessed he should be more embarrassed by this. But those two could tease him all they wanted, because he really didn’t care.

He was stopped, for the second time, from making a smart-ass respons. His attention quickly snapped towards Camila, who just rounded the corner of the living room.

“Ohoho~ look at all the sweet babies together.” She said, when she witnessed the Palisman cuddle herself. “Tan lindo~”

Hunter’s eyes were now locked on their host. His hands fidgeted, picking at his fingernails. He looked at her with a hopeful smile. This was good in her eyes, right? Lindo meant cute, right?

Was it okay to be proud of this? Or should he come off as humble? Wait, was he supposed to say something now?

“I just put the groceries in the kitchen, who can help me put them away?” Camila continued with what she actually came for.

Hunter sprung to his feet.

“Yes! I can do that!”

The huddle of still-sleeping palisman got a rude awakening. As one collective, they slid off his lap. Hunter cringed when they hit the ground with a loud thump.

“Sorry guys…” he grimaced.

Ghost hissed at him and Emmiline made some disgruntled noises of her own. Flap en Clover laid on the ground, absolutely dazed. Nobody was hurt, they were made of wood of course, but that was still stupid.

Hunter cautiously lift his head towards the matriarch. She looked more surprised than anything. What did that mean? What was behind that expression? How could he be so forgetful?!

Amity broke into a snicker. Everyone turned to her and she tried to hide her laugh. But she failed. Luz gained her own wobbly smile from looking at it.

“Sorry, that was really funny.” Amity said as she walked over to Ghost. Who yowled when the witch picked her up. “Oh hush, you little drama queen. You’re fine.”

Luz was about to crack. Vee and the other witches were starting to have amused expression as well. Even Camila put a hand over her mouth, wrinkles formed in the corner of her eyes.

So, she wasn’t mad?

Soon, everyone was giggling again. Willow and Gus picked up their own palisman to shush their whining. Hunter looked at everything a little dumbfounded.

The laughter washed away any feelings of shame. He didn’t feel ridiculed, even though the were laughing at him. He felt a little stupid, sure. But the energy surrounding him was warm and soft. Like the morning sun was shining in his face again.

Hunter bend down to pick Flapjack up. The cardinal was still a bit dazed, but gave him a look anyways. He’d get a righteous amount of hair-tugging later.

“Alright then!” Camila sighed her last chortle away. The Dominican mother gestured to the vague direction of the kitchen. “Shall we?”

Hunter gave her a sheepish smile and a diligent nod. The awkward boy happily followed Camila into the hallway.

Maybe, just maybe, Vee was right. Maybe it was a pretty cool trait to have.

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|| Family Matters

-- Sam's immediate family consists of her dad, her mom, and her brother (Plus pets Rudy, and Rin Tin Tin). However, that is not her living situation. When she was about 12, her parents divorced and Sam chose to live with her dad and brother. Her mom relocated to Malibu, while her dad moved to Topanga. Overall, she has a good relationship with all of them- Despite being more similar to some than others.

-- Scott Giddings is a Professor of Sociology at UCLA, teaching Spirituality & Social Justice classes (A Plus as she gets a tuition discount going to Berkeley). If Sam had to pick a parent that she took after the most, it was certainly her dad. While her dad borders hippie, Sam tends to just have feet in the 'Crunchy' side of the ranking. Upon a quick observation, it's not hard to see that Sam takes after Scott in ideals, interests, love of nature, Vegetarianism, etc. And speaking of interests! Scott used to be quite an accomplished boulderer and taught Sam everything he knew. However, an accident that injured his lower back and hip ended that hobby early. Sam was 13 and quickly had to grow up and mature to learn something about care giving. His injury left him reliant on mobility aids (Cane and a wheelchair depending on pain and mobility level that day). In order to help his independence, Scott has a service dog named Rin Tin Tin (Or Rinny) to help him with certain tasks. Certified Good Boy.

-- Angela Masters is a financial analyst in Malibu and LA. Sam often describes her mother as a ‘Finance Bro’, with how dedicated she is. While she loves her mother, Sam did often say that Angela should have had adult children out of the womb. They got along well enough, but her mom was always the type to throw herself in her work and was dedicated to it. The dedication to climbing the corporate ladder didn’t really leave her mom with very nurturing tendencies. But as Sam has gotten older, she’s appreciated her mom more, seeing as the woman’s ambition directly benefits herself and her brother. Though, when she was younger, the differences in personality tended to leave the two at odds.

-- Cody Giddings is Sam’s brother, and her senior by about 3 years. When they were younger they did tend to torment each other but grew closer after their dad’s accident. Sam looked up to Cody a lot and still does. She wishes that she was as easy going and unbothered as her brother (Or, more accurately, as unbothered as he seems). When not at school and helping out their dad you can find him surfing at all sorts of Southern California beaches. He also hikes, swims, and plays soccer still, usually to help Sam practice. However he’s a nice mix of both his parents, definitely leaning crunchy himself, but going to school for Accounting at Angela’s urging (Combining his math abilities with financial security).

Fun Facts;

Scott and Cody gave Sam her nickname of ‘Bird’ because she would flit about with energy when she was younger.

Sam’s hair is naturally curly but she doesn’t like it (She, in fact, doesn’t know how to take care of curly hair) so Angela would help Sam curl her hair with a curling iron every day until Sam started doing it herself

Angela’s best friends are actually Chris’ parents

Cody makes fun of Sam for dating the ‘Class Prez’ but he likes Mike.

#headcanon [🦋] late last night i heard the screen door slam #// honestly just writing down headcanons that stark and I have had for MONTHS

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TRANSCRIPT OF TAPE #1 OF JUNE 28, 1984 - RON DEWOLF

Side 1

Thursday, June 29th, 1984. This tape is not copyrighted, it is not patented, and it is not trademarked. You are free to use this information or this tape in any way that you please. Freedom and independence is what it is all about now, and you therefore may exercise your own prerogatives regarding this tape. I will however simply state that it is true and factual and as so many other people have done in the past you will find that your own reality, your own perception and your own awarenesses over the years will prove what I am talking about in this tape as true. If I had a penny for every time I have told someone "I told you so" then I would be a millionaire by now. You will also find as time goes on here that other sources, records, documents, court cases, papers, and affidavits and testimony from literally scores if not hundreds of people will verify and substantiate what I am talking about and possibly will give you some idea as to why there has been a quarter-century campaign to keep me quiet and to keep me contained. A campaign which has proven so far to be highly unsuccessful and will continue to fail. The truth will set you free and that is the basic stable datum this tape is based on.

My name is Ron DeWolf, I live at 1401 East Long Street, Apartment 101, Carson City, Nevada 89701. My telephone number is: (702) 883-6738. I was formerly known as L. Ron Hubbard, Jr. or by the nickname, Nibs. I am L. Ron Hubbard's oldest son and by his first marriage - one of three - and I was rather deeply involved in the formation of the beginning organizations of Scientology and tech from 1950 to November 23rd, 1959, when I left the organization.

There has been a great deal of disinformation spread around the world about me, both from inside the orgs and outside; there has been a great deal of rumor and generally a great deal of it is untrue (some of it is true) and I thought that you might like to hear about some things from me and look me over and then you make up your own mind.

Ninety-nine percent of what my father ever wrote or said about himself to the press, the media, the public and the membership is totally and completely untrue and false. So therefore that old phrase "Consider the source" cannot just be applied to me but must be applied to him also. And this phrase, "Consider the source" is in itself totally and completely inaccurate and is only a statement to dead-agent both myself and my father - or anyone else for that matter. What is appropriate, true and accurate is: "Consider the facts and consider the truth". As you will discover in these tapes, that source actually has very little meaning. Truth is truth; truth is an isness. Truth existed before the world began and will still be persisting until long after the world ends, so therefore "source of truth" really has no bearing on anything. What is important is the discovery of truth and its application. That is, to what purpose is the truth put, to what goals it is used for, the method in which the truth is applied, to what benefit the truth is used, that is, who benefits by its use or its non-use or its being hidden or exposed. Such things as truth, facts, knowledge and discoveries, and techniques, are tools, and they in themselves don't have the ability to create or cause any action, effect or result. It is what people do with them that is important. It's the Being behind the tool. A scalpel can cut your throat or it can repair a body. A hammer can bash somebody's brains out or build a house. Therefore, what's more important is the individual's intention and action with that tool, not the tool itself. And again, it's the truth itself, not necessarily the source, that is important. L. Ron Hubbard tried very hard to assign source to himself when in truth he wasn't, and tried very hard to publicly and even privately own truths that he had no right to. These truths belong to the membership or to anyone else that cares to use them openly and freely. There were dozens and dozens of times throughout the fifties in which he would work himself into a monumental rage and shout and scream that Scientology was HIS, that HE created it, that HE invented it. That is not true. And he would take steps to quickly suppress any other thought or idea through the use of force, fear, intimidation, blackmail and all of that "good" GO stuff.

Scientology and its tech belong to the people and belong to the people who use it. L. Ron Hubbard may have been a crossroads of truth and communication but he tried to act as creator, which was a total misassignment of cause and creation which of course, naturally, was highly detrimental to his own case and his own bank and his own progress and to the growth and proper development organizationally.

He tried to by force make a lie persist. If any of you out there happen to have some of the early Journals of Scientology and Professional Auditors Bulletins that go on back to 1952 through say about 1955, you will note some interesting things, some interesting things regarding source. For instance, L. Ron Hubbard gave honorary Fellows of Scientology Certificates to at least a couple of dozen people of the past, such as Freud, Alfred Korzybsky (the great semanticist), Dr. Snake Thompson, a psychiatrist in the Navy that my father knew via my grandfather. He named many, many sources for Scientology at various times throughout these early years. You see, one of the problems Dad has had with me is that I've been around the family, him and Scientology since before the beginning, and I have a very long and pretty darned good memory. And then also, insofar as tech itself is concerned, there's great vast chunks of it that he did not invent or create. But the moment somebody came up with it he took it over and falsely owned it and suppressed the original source. I can give you several examples and I think that if you talked to some of the people that's been around for a long time you can easily substantiate this. As an example, the creation and invention of exteriorization was by Evans Farber. He's the son of J. Burton Farber who set up the very first Church of Scientology of California which of course later, as it was set up and running well, Dad and I took over. So as you can see, the Church of Scientology of California is not original with L. Ron Hubbard, but with J. Burton Farber. I can remember sitting around in Dad's house on Tatem Boulevard in Phoenix, Arizona in 1953 - excuse me, 1952 - and Evans Farber, who was at that time attached to Ross Lamoureux's Dianetic and then Scientology center there in Phoenix, pacing around out in the front yard, not going away, demanding to see Dad. And in fact I even took out some cool drinks to the man, feeling sorry for him. But Dad absolutely refused to see him, he couldn't be bothered to talk with him. Evans was really super persistent and finally, after several hours of pacing around out front they got to talking. It wasn't more than about an hour later and Dad is jumping up and down in great glee and enthusiasm over this whole new procedure. And it wasn't too long after that all of a sudden L. Ron Hubbard had invented and created the thing called exteriorization. I think you can verify this with Evans Farber, who is still out and around Scientology. Then of course such things as acknowledgments was invented by a Richard Steves. Dick Steves, who was also Organizational Secretary (Org Sec) which was at that time the highest position in any organization. It would correspond to the head of the International Organization. And so that was started to be taught in the advanced clinical courses, which by the way I did over twenty of them. And then you have Jack Horner who taught Advanced Clinical Courses in England, an absolute master and superb teacher. He came up with I believe, the repetitive question. I believe I'm correct in that but he also I think came up with a couple of other very important things that are still used today. He's certainly out there alive and kicking and doing a good job, so why don't you ask him.

Let's take also the TR's. Gad, I invented about half of them and Dick and Jan Halpern who were assistant course instructors in the Advanced Clinical Courses made quite a heavy contribution in that area. You have also the CCH's. Dick and Jan and Ken Barrett and I contributed probably better than half of that plus particularly 8C - 8C's my baby. I came up with that because I got tired of the students not doing what I told them to do and when I told them to do something they had bloody well better have done it. So this was a good way of teaching control.

Dianetics and Scientology therefore, insofar as its creation, implementation and operation truly belongs on the 3rd Dynamic, not the 1st Dynamic. Scientology and Dianetics as a science literally evolved from 1950 forward, and it didn't grow and become stable as tech without the very important contributions from many sources both inside and outside Scientology. If anybody has a librarian bent, just do some early research. I and many others have made it possible for people to ask questions, do research and to do the impossible. The impossible means to openly and freely communicate and to openly and freely practise Scientology as they see fit. Some of the very heavy main sources of Scientology come from Zen Buddhism and Hinduism and the Vedic Hymns and the very deep, strong and very, very real (dangerous and destructive I might add) involvement of Dad in the Magick and the Magick tech come straight out of the Bible and are biblically based. As a small aside here, the book Alice in Wonderland (which of course some of the TRs are based on) and the companion book Alice Through the Looking Glass, were written by a master adept at the Magick. And he was, as they all are, unknown and secret. He was also a secret member of the Order of the Golden Dawn of which Aleister Crowley, the English black magician was involved in. And of course it was purposely used and put there by Dad because of its Magick association. And Dad used it secretly in the Scientology training to gain a higher degree of control over staff, students and preclears for himself personally. So therefore the bottom line is that while L. Ron Hubbard may be a crossroads, he certainly is not "The Source". And naturally I think you can see what would happen to him personally and to the organizations when he got so deeply involved in the misassignment of source, the misassignment of cause, when he tried to own things or have things that weren't his. And also when he tried to get people to focus on him as a terminal, as a source terminal rather than (on) the truth, or in this the plural truths. That is to focus on the MEST rather than the theta. It would be like getting someone to focus on the TV set instead of the message, the truth, the information and the knowledge coming through the TV set. The TV set is not Source at all. And naturally, trying to make the lie persist, one gets heavily into force, disconnection and suppression.

And to make another accurate statement - that L. Ron Hubbard probably was the greatest suppressive in Scientology. Because there's another prime truth you ought to know, and that is that Dad never practised what he preached. Anyone who has had any personal contact, communication, living-with or personal involvement with L. Ron Hubbard can attest to that. Whether it be at home, the family, friends, staff, on the Apollo, those people can understand when I say that ninety-nine percent of whatever my father ever said or ever wrote about himself to the press, media, public and membership is totally false and untrue. It is just total fabrication. And you can also see that any self- respecting auditor who had audited Dad was in many instances very perplexed and could not figure out what the heck was going on. Because L. Ron Hubbard didn't get any case gains, at least in the normal sense of the word, because he had so many withholds. One of the major secret withholds (besides all the others of course) is his deep and very real involvement with the Magick tech. The one major thing he could not openly communicate, so he drove auditors nuts because in truth what the auditors were dealing with is the mock-up, not the person, not the real bank, not the individual. He was dealing with this great huge - as they say in Magick, the "construct". And one of the problems that friends, family and staff kept running into is that the L. Ron Hubbard they saw and talked to and worked with was not the Scientology L. Ron Hubbard, and slowly but surely, regardless of the justifications and rationalizations, saw the truth, bit-by-bit, inch-by-inch. This created the old early fifties horror formula: Must but Can't. That is, they saw the truth and must communicate it but can't. The other half is that they had to withhold but can't. You found this around a great many of the staff members, friends and family: Must withhold but can't. The other half is Must communicate but can't. This of course caused the opposing lockup in one's bank and caused tremendous overpowering negative feedback. It would be like being stuck between two plates in a battery with both sides trying to discharge against each other and you're in the middle - and you're trying to keep them from discharging.

You see, one cannot withhold truth. One cannot destroy truth. And one was forced (when one was in and around L. Ron Hubbard) to withhold truth. A lie will not persist so people were forced to make the lie persist and to do absolutely opposite from what was possible. One can just maintain a reverse polarity so long before they go into meltdown. The basic problem is that people just could not separate L. Ron Hubbard's case and the tech. Now I think it's about time you did. It is not necessary to throw the baby out with the bath water. The tech is 3rd Dynamic not 1st Dynamic. The tech originated from many sources not one source. The tech belongs to those people who use it, who follow its precepts, who realize the truth in it and practise it. That is, simply practise what you teach and practise what the tech preaches. I think if Dad were to listen to any of his own tapes the one he should probably listen to is the tape on the subject of "The Only One".

So its up to you to separate the wheat from the chaff. It's up to you to separate the fact and the opinion - LRH's opinion. The power of Scientology came from the field and in many instances if not all, gains were made in cases and the tech moved forward in spite of the orgs and in spite of L. Ron Hubbard. You made it work where it really wasn't supposed to work sometimes.

Another important fact you should know is that Dad could not stand a terminal of comparable magnitude. If anyone got close to his power level he destroyed them. You will note (going clear back to 1950) that anyone who really, truly and honestly was Clear or OT (and there were quite a number of them, I mean real honest-to-God ones that truly were as defined in the early days, I'm talking about from 1952, summer thereof, through the middle fifties - that's where the actual definitions came from), that those people were literally, systematically, overtly, by postulate and decision, destroyed. All you have to do is ask your neighbor, your fellow ex-member or member as the case may be, to find these original Clears and OTs and ask them what happened to them. Take John McMaster. He was not, by the way, the first Clear. I find that most interesting, that's another destructive ploy. When these people would come up to the actual being Clear, they were announced as being the First Clear or the First OT or the First MEST Clear, and then, when their abilities were truly demonstrated and found workable (that is if they were out there doing what Clears really do and demonstrating what a Clear can really do), then they were quickly put into not-isness and gotten down into Traitor, Enemy or some other good stuff. Then after they were successfully destroyed, when another Clear would show up, then they were again the First Clear. But of course a Clear does not toe the mark; a Clear does not make a lie persist and a Clear becomes fast approaching a terminal of comparable magnitude to L. Ron Hubbard and then dear old Dad would destroy them. And you would find that a few weeks or months later another First Clear would show up. This ran on about a six-month cycle from the end of 1950 to date. One of the main problems Dad had with Clears is that Clears practised what they preached and Dad didn't. And Clears very quickly found out that Dad didn't. And that's the one thing that would cause instant destruction: the revelation of that one piece of data. You can't find one Clear or OT in 34 years that didn't get run over by a herd of L. Ron Hubbard elephants and didn't feel like they had been stuck in the Coliseum with a hundred raging tigers and lions. I mean they really got chewed up and spit out!

Most of my auditing, by the way, was received from L. Ron Hubbard, probably ninety percent of it. I went Clear and OT which of course started to cause problems because I started to demonstrate Clear and OT abilities which of course always was a no-no. And again you don't have to take my word for it, just ask anybody that went Clear or OT and find out what happened to them.

The best solution for them, many of them found out as I found out, was to cut and run. If you went OT and Clear, go find a foxhole out in the boondocks somewhere because you knew that L. Ron Hubbard would come and try to get you. And you were only as useful (when you went Clear and OT) as you had PR value, as long as you were willing to be the token Clear or the token OT as in the civil rights (before civil rights movement here in the United States) being the token Black. As long as you were willing to play the Uncle Tom role you were fine. The only problem with that was that a Clear and OT embodied the very precepts of Scientology: ARC, power, truth, justice and freedom of expression and just basically "Clearness", which didn't quite jibe with organizational practice. Plus they have the added dimension of a much higher degree and ability of perception and so, since L. Ron Hubbard had a great deal to hide, including the Magick tech, he was very fearful of that being perceived. That is, people would look behind the ridges and look behind the withhold. Of course in my own particular case, which is not terribly unique, besides being Clear and OT I also was his son and knew all of the real and true facts of his actual life and activities, which of course was a hundred and eighty degrees out. Plus I had the added dimension of his having taught me the Magick tech so I posed an even greater threat. That's why he pulled out all the stops and tried to stop and destroy me and to shut me up. But me being me, with the same abilities he taught me, made it kind of difficult and so I'm still here. I'm still walking and I'm still talking and so are a lot of other Clears and OTs and so are a lot of other people and staff.

I firmly believe there is great strength in diversity, by the way. That the getting together and communicating and even diverse and opposing opinions can produce positive results. That a singular opinion, a singular path or a singular policy is not conducive to creativity, expansion or benefit. You really must ask yourselves a series of questions. Those questions are: Whom do you serve? Whom do you benefit? Do you benefit L. Ron Hubbard? Do you benefit an organization or do you benefit your preclear? Do you benefit your student? Your growth, expansion and monetary remuneration is in direct proportion to your ability to gain results for your student and preclear, not fill the coffers of any organization or any one individual. Competition is very, very healthy, and is the only really solid way to grow. And within Dianetics and Scientology that is expressed by getting results. It's the great leveler. It's the great growth hormone. Scientology is not L. Ron Hubbard's, it is yours. And you will grow and so will Scientology in direct ratio to your ability to get those results, to benefit your preclear and student, to making him more able and leading and living a better life, to being more successful, to making more money, to have a happier life. And again, this is based on workable, demonstrable results as the student or preclear sees it. One of the tricks and the ploys by the way, as time went on in Scientology, was to "make the E-meter Cause" and to "let the E-meter tell you so". It didn't make any difference how the guy felt, it's what the E-meter said. If the E-meter said you were flat on a subject, when then you were flat on the subject. It didn't make any difference if you really were or you felt that you were. The same applied to results in sessions and in classes as a student. A fellow knows the subject when he knows it. I mean that's a dumb statement, but that's true. And to just run him through a high speed checklist because we have another class coming in and that means more money ... if that becomes more important, then you're dead in the water. That is, to put it another way, ritual had become more important than substance. The checksheet, as an example, was more important than actual results or actual training, knowledge, learning and the ability to use the tech.

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The actual mechanics of training or the mechanics of auditing became more important than getting results. Again, the ritual became more important than substance. I see that a great deal in TRs recently. Over the years they became rote, they became mechanical, they became ritualistic. The ritual was more important than the original purpose and intention of the TRs, which was breaking the components of an auditing session down into manageable, trainable and learnable steps. It taught you to audit bit-by-bit, piece-by-piece in a relaxed normal manner and atmosphere. But I see that what has happened over the last several years... it has been turning out robots, making you mechanical, ritualistic. The substance has been lost. And I would imagine in just a few more years the actual true meaning and purpose and reason for the TRs will be completely lost. People will be running the TRs as a religious ritual and not know at all what the hell was behind it at all or what the purpose was, but they do know they're supposed to do it. And it will turn itself into a highly stylized dance. People will be graded on how well they do the dance and not graded at all on its purpose or reason.

Another way to say it is... is that the theta has been removed from the TRs, it's that simple. One of the goals could be (and should be I think) in Scientology in general is to get theta back into Scientology. One of the things I'm certain you've heard a great deal of is "Don't demonstrate Clear or OT abilities because it might compromise, damage, hurt someone else's reality" ... Bullshit! The reason Dad put that in in the mid-fifties was simply because he did not want those abilities demonstrated - again "terminal of comparable magnitude" stuff. The actual fact of the matter, if you will look at things historically and in actual MEST universe fact, is that a student should always be superior to the teacher. That is, a teacher should do such a good job that his students, as time and events proceed down the time track, become greater than the teacher. If that rule is applied then this promotes growth, expansion and research, and of course, benefit and result. A teacher should promote growth and the cutting of the apron strings so that they can go out and do bigger and better things. An organization should exist only to serve the membership, not the other way around. The rule should be that the organization or any organization should promote and ensure and help the success of its members, not itself.

I might point out too, personally speaking, insofar as organizations are concerned that I neither lead nor follow any man. I seem to have acquired an aversion to organizations.

The purpose of this tape is the dissemination of truth, not self- aggrandizement on my part nor the promotion of myself. I am very happy to speak before groups, set up and run seminars, lecture and make tapes - in fact talk to anyone about anything, anytime. I'm also anti-secrecy and I believe that everything in and about Scientology should be communicated so each individual can view all the facts face-up on the table and make up their own minds. One of the reasons for this tape is that I've seen too many people throw the baby out with the bath water, throw in the sponge, cave in and just plain flat give up. And that particular viewpoint is as bad as a slavish, blinded following of L. Ron Hubbard. So therefore, don't slam dunk yourself at either end of the dichotomy. Again, put theta back into Scientology and throw out another one of Dad's little control mechanisms (which he said at least a hundred times): "Don't think, do it!" Sorry, but that's reverse. Think, perceive, look, compute and when you do that I think you'll find that it is an honor to be declared. It's your badge of courage. It is your mark of returning to self-determination. And I would strongly suggest that you not go out there and try to clear the planet or save the world or build a Brave New World or Utopia. Forget it. Take care of yourself and your preclear and your student, and if everybody did that then all the goals would be reached. The simple rule here is: you do it, one on one and one by one. Never ever turn your brains off for any man or any cause.

As you well know by now, Dad thought he was the 8th Dynamic, and that that was the most important dynamic, when in truth and in fact what's important is the 1st Dynamic. I mean by that: you. And when you get that in order, go on to the 2nd, 3rd Dynamics and put them back into order. They're listed that way, you know, one through eight. They're not listed in Dad's private world in reverse, where the 8th is actually number one. Just operate on them and list them exactly as he originally listed them. Simple.

One of the things that really drove Dad bananas and truly freaked him out was actual demonstration in his presence of Clear and OT ability. And he actually suppressed it for reasons I've already given you. Plus of course he thought and was afraid someone would somehow find the Magick doors. So therefore you will notice another trend over the last 34 years, and that is that the state of Clear and the state of OT has degenerated from a state of ability to a state of mind. That is, from a level of actually being able to do something down to a level of thinking you can do it. Which again is a hundred and eighty degrees out by design. And again for reasons already stated.

As I've said many times, Scientology does not work as stated by L. Ron Hubbard but works as intended by L. Ron Hubbard. And I think by now on this tape and my other statements in the press and the media and to other individuals, you can now understand what those intentions may have been. By the way (I've been asked this many times so I'll answer it here on the tape too) - the interview of me in the June 1983 issue of Penthouse magazine is true and accurate, period. There are two or three typos but that's about it. And of course it has been edited down.. seven or eight hours of interview to about 5000 words. The main reason I broke into the press and the media is very simple: people tried to shut me up. I am not here to be liked or revered; I'm here to get the facts out to the public and to the membership and to the defectors and to anybody, including your Aunt Tilly. What you do with the facts and the truth is up to you, and at this juncture in time you don't have to believe me blindly or disbelieve me blindly. There are literally hundreds of people that can now substantiate what I say and there are now literally thousands and thousands of documents which back up what I say. And again, I've told people for 25 years: "I told you so". So you don't have to like me at all but you'd better love the truth and real freedom and actual independence.

I've said many times, by the way, the upper levels are not only unworkable, they are highly destructive and detrimental. And again, that's for reasons already stated. He wanted you to get close but not too close. And for God's sakes, don't arrive! Now I'm going to give you a clue, and I'm not going to do your thinking for you, so the clue is: those areas of Scientology where there is an added oblique direction or where he has gotten you to veer off, to the left, right, up or down as you get close to the goal point. And again he built this in. But people just don't sit down and read what he wrote, exactly as he wrote it. That is, they didn't look at the clues.

Okay, I'll give you a clue now. Read the Auditor's Code. Go back and read the original Auditor's Code, even in the First Book, the first edition of the First Book. As you well know, Dianetics, Modern Science of Mental Health has gone through several changes over the years, so go back and get some original editions, sayin 1950, 1951, etc - around in there, 1952.

So one clue is: Do not evaluate for the preclear. So what has L. Ron Hubbard done, particularly in the upper levels? He has evaluated for the preclear. He has handed your preclear the incidents to run. He has handed your preclear the preclear's time track. So what's the solution? You run the preclear's time track! Not your time track or L. Ron Hubbard's time track or anybody else's. Any time L. Ron Hubbard has given you in any of the writings such as OT3, Xemu and all of that stuff on a silver platter, reject it. You as the auditor find out what is in the pc's bank and run it. Don't let anyone - L. Ron Hubbard, your cat or the milkman - evaluate for the preclear. What he has done is given incidents and time track tailor-made to veer you off of actual achievement of the state of ability of Clear and OT. And reduced it to (on purpose) a state of thought, a decisional thing, a thinkingness state rather than a doingness state.

As you well know, MEST Clear is clearing up to 4.0 on the tone scale. That's a Clear state in which you have theta and body in combination. Above that you have theta Clear which is clearing of the thetan itself. And then you have OT which rests in actual fact around Tone 20. Of course, about past that point you're out of the MEST universe and just about as effective as a broken crutch so if you still want to stay in here and play games in this here world and interact with the universe in general, you'd better not launch too far above Tone 20. I'm talking about being effective. Unless you enjoy sitting above it all and kind of humming and being, and that's about all you do. "I'm being, being, being" - that gets awful dull, guys!

Therefore, "Do not evaluate for the preclear" is a prime rule. And here again it's where L. Ron Hubbard got his case involved. You must learn to separate L. Ron Hubbard's own case and the tech. He probably had more withholds than anybody on the planet and he couldn't handle his own case so he would hope other people would handle it for him. So the incidents in his own case, his own bank, rolled out and he handed them to other people to run.

Clue No. 2: You might also find it advantageous to somewhere along the line in someone's case that you're running, to run out L. Ron Hubbard and his case. Proper assignment of source, proper assignment of cause, proper assignment of origination and "whose case is whose?" Whose time track is it anyway, his or yours? Run your own case and you'll make it. So let's everybody quit running around trying to clear L. Ron Hubbard and worry about clearing themselves or getting their pc's clear. Or getting their students trained up so they're just as able as all getout.

You've got to realize too that Dad put a lot of implants in a lot of people. A whole lot of them. As an example, my mother, me, quite a number of other women, and what have you. These were put in there in order to expand his own Magick tech and power. Not particularly the tech but his personal power. That is, to strip the seal from the soul and to gain through those doorways opened by the Magick tech more power for himself. As the saying goes, power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. That's precisely what happened to him.

If anyone recalls the old 80 processes - 8-80, 8-8008 and such, the energy flows, ridges, etc, you know then that if you get a flow going in only one direction too long and too heavy it starts to stick. And when you have a stuck flow it starts to build up a ridge. And when the ridge gets to be too solid and too big what does it do? It implodes and collapses right on top of you. I think organizationally you will see that the flow went from you to LRH and boy did it get stuck! There was nothing coming back. It was not a two way flow. And within the area of his involvement with the Magick the same thing occurred to him. He finally had everything collapse on him. And that's prompted by greed - his greed - and his need and desire for power in order to maintain the lie, because it in itself acts as a vacuum and demands more and more power on a geometric progression.

Truth in itself is its own power source. Truth IS. Any is-ness doesn't need exterior power, it is self-powered. It just kind of sits there and glows a little bit and it will do it forever because it has done it forever. But to maintain a lie, a falsehood, a fiction, one needs to really pump the juice into it and keep pumping. The more you pump the more it needs. And the more it needs the more it needs and the more it demands until it finally just implodes. And implodes right on Dad's head. And this is precisely what happened. Dad always felt that he was above any law and felt he had to take the shortcut. He was in a hurry and so therefore he was not a respector of persons, minds or people (people defined as thetans). The Magick tech itself has quite a number of very basic rules and regulations that demand to be met or what happens to you is what happened to L. Ron Hubbard. Crash! Again he did not practise what he preached and did not follow a gradient and he paid for it.

He was a Master Adept of the Mysteries, but he broke the rules.

As an aside here, some time ago I heard about some kind of letter floating about from some galactic being who said they had taken over the body of L. Ron Hubbard, that the thetan known as L. Ron Hubbard had somehow disappeared. That's a crock of nonsense. I wish to make it very clear that he was a Master Adept of the Mysteries and he was not possessed of other beings, that is, there weren't a whole group of thetans in his head or connected to him. L. Ron Hubbard was not a medium in the spiritualist definition, they didn't speak through him. He was not a Seth, there was not some great, grand being out there who was using, manipulating or channeling communications, truths, etc. through him. He was a Master Adept of the Mysteries. It has its own gradients and levels and instead of working his way up through them as many have done in the past - in using old Scientology vernacular, he climbed the pole. He did a quantum leap, and I might add, at great expense to others. Because he didn't climb the gradient, it of course resulted in great instability. Another way to put it that is quite accurate is that he had a great deal of knowledge and very little wisdom. And when one is dealing with that much power, one had better be very wise indeed, I assure you.

He first became involved in the Magick at the age of sixteen, when he read Aleister Crowley's book, The Book of the Law. And because of that Book of the Law, he also started his heavy drug usage trail which led to heavier and heavier use of drugs on himself and of course others in order to reach his goals - to be the most powerful being in the universe. If L. Ron Hubbard had a great deal of knowledge and very little wisdom, then Aleister Crowley did too. The difference between the two men was that Aleister Crowley had very little motivation. Aleister felt rather contented to just quietly be the Beast 666 instead of implementing the Magick for personal gain. This lack of drive and ambition, I think, pushed Dad onward, because to him the only reason and purpose for power was the exercising and the using of it.

It was his goal to be the most powerful being in the universe. He came very close to achieving this goal. As you know, one is always greater than that which he creates. And if L. Ron Hubbard can create OTs, that makes L. Ron Hubbard what?

When Aleister Crowley died in 1947 that's when Dad decided he would take over the mantle of the Beast and that is the seed and the beginning of Dianetics and Scientology. The Magick tech transcends Scientology tech, but there again, Dad felt that he was above any and all law. Well, one can't be above the Magick laws or one is going to find himself in oblivion and that's exactly what happened. It's extremely foolish for man or beast to think they can contain an exploding hydrogen bomb in their hip pocket. You're dealing in the very basic woof, warp and substance of this universe and you don't fool around with it lightly. Such as the Wall of Fire, which is as L. Ron Hubbard sees it. That again is his incident, his perception and therefore is an evaluation for your preclear. That situation, that concept, is within your preclear but you had better find out how the preclear sees it and what the preclear's experiences with it were and are, and what the content of his track is.

You're not going to like this folks, but the Wall of Fire is quite literally one of the Gates of Hell in the fullest biblical sense. It's one of the power doors of the Magick. Dad got pretty jammed up on it and quite literally stuck in the doorway, again because of his misuse of the Magick. Since he could not handle the incident, he gave it to you to run. That's a fact, check it out.

One of the sad things about all of this - in the OT levels and the theta Clear levels - is that they should be run while the pc is actually and really stably exterior. Many of these incidents and processes should only be run while the preclear is stably exterior. They were designed to be run only while outside the body not inside the body. But there again, when such things as financial factors took the front seat and it became expedient to run them both solo and with people still inside their bodies, that is one of the main reasons I say it's very dangerous and detrimental to run some of these things unless somebody is stably exterior. And make sure it isn't someone else's incident you're running out. Bodies are just plain not designed for high voltage and megawatts of power. But, you see, his opinion and idea of bodies was very low, particularly other people's bodies. He wasted bodies like popcorn, and that's the truth. Look at the hundreds of people that were close to him that were either rejected, disposed of, gotten rid of, or realized the truth and cut and run before it was too late. There are now at least a thousand people on the outside for every one person on the inside, when in truth and fact it should be the reverse.

One of the primary injuctions in the Magick is to hide. That's quite necessary and very important, not bad or wrong. Part of that primary injunction is to be totally secret, to protect the doors, to protect true source and the actual path to power and the power tech itself, and to protect the realm of the deep. Now the realm of the deep is not a fourth dimension nor is it another galaxy or planet nor is it some past empire or future empire. It exists now. It does not co-exist in the same space as the MEST universe and doesn't really have a spatial relationship, but you could say it exists next to this universe, and more accurately, under this universe. They are not connected by matter, space or time but they can be bridged and of course they can be accessed. The realm of the deep could also be called the reverse of this universe, but that's not quite true because that would also carry a negative connotation and the realm of the deep is not negative. The realm of the deep also lies below the bottom of the tone scale. At this point states of being and geography are the same. It's a realm not to be feared necessarily, but certainly respected.

The Magick of course goes back many thousands of years and reached its zenith of open use and application (at least compared to today) at the height of the Egyptian empire. It was carried down verbally by a hundred generations of Egyptian priests before it was even first written down and codified. They were very careful before this long litany of verbal transmission that whenever it was written it was written in bits and pieces and was kept laying about in different locations, very similar to the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle being spread about. It would be similar to having the bits and pieces of an atomic bomb spread apart. Then if and as needed, it could be assembled and generally it would go off with a bang. The priests themselves had learned of the wisdom of several individuals each holding different component parts to prevent the same sort of thing that has happened with L. Ron Hubbard and Adolf Hitler and of course some of the popes and the Borgia family, Napoleon and Alexander the Great.

As an interesting sidelight, the same individual that transmitted the various Magick tech to Adolf Hitler as a young man also transmitted them to Dad. And like Dad, Hitler, when he came to power, promptly had his teachers and the occult field in general wiped out. This might answer for you in some small way the similarities of the Sea Org and the Guardian's Office to the S.S. and Gestapo. Remember the old revolutionary rule which states one has to, the moment one comes to power, suppress those very things that achieved the power. You must not allow the populace or anyone else to do the things you did to get you there. Which is one of the reasons there has been a great vocal suppress- ion of hypnosis, because that is an entrance point to the Magick which my father used a great deal of, clear up through the fifties and clear up to the point he died.

I'll give you another clue: Hypnosis used properly within the Magick tech actually puts the body to sleep, not the theta, not the being, and without pain and drugs is quite harmless. Go back to good old Dianetics by the way, and examine the term and condition of reverie. That's a hypnotic trance. If one is not allowed to go into a trance then of course one cannot find the doors now, can one? The trance state is used for an entirely different purpose than one would imagine hypnosis being used for. Of course though, Dad was in a hell of a hurry so he got into the whole drug, pain, S&M scene very heavily. While it is not an accurate term, he also got involved in spirit writing. That's not exactly what he did but it will fit here for the short space left on this tape. They could be termed "affirmations" in which he put himself into a deep drugged trance and would feed back his own voice from the very early transcribers and tape recorders. There again, you would be quite mistaken if you thought Scientology writing came from spirit writing as it is commonly understood in the occult field, and please don't confuse the occult with the Magick. It's a very easy trap to get into, but don't confuse them. So, more later, and this is the end of tape 1.

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