#then of course hes inspecting him and asking questions like seeing if his human ears are gone and if he can move his tail and all that

[wu-does-art]

au where mike narrowly escapes the upsidedown while on patrol and gets an obscure curse to be a catboy for a month. this is amusing to everyone but mike.

[aokoaoi]

◗ pairing's :: ao'nung x fem!reader.

◗ warning's :: avatar the way of water spoilers. not proofread.

◗ author's note :: i genuinely don't know how to end this series lmao😭 i can just see this series getting a sequel after avatar 3 as well, but the wait is too long💀

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"Brothers!" You exclaimed as you spot them under a boat. Ao'nung follows you as neared your brothers and the human, patting Lo'ak at the back as he hops onto your Ilu. You glanced at Neteyam watching as he grunted, spitting out water coming into his mouth while his hand grasped his shoulder.

"Neteyam—? Are you alright?" You immediately questioned, worry settling at the pits of your stomach. Neteyam looked down at his shoulder, slowly removing his hand from it as a bloodied shot was revealed.

You winced at the sight, and you dropped into the water to help the boy into your Ilu. "I'm fine." Neteyam grunts at you, slightly glaring. You only ignored him, reaching for your braid as you hung beside your Ilu's torso while Neteyam was the one riding your Ilu.

Lo'ak leads you two by a rock, outstretching Neteyam's arms around his shoulders as he dragged the wounded boy gently down. You hurriedly untied a long cloth that you tied around your Ilu's handle, squishing the cloth in between your hands to dry it out.

Neteyam sits down on the rock, looking at his bleeding wound with a wince. You crouched down beside him, folding the cloth into an appropriate fold to wrap it around your brothers wound. You bob your head at him, masking your concern.

"Lift your arms slightly." You instructed. Lo'ak helps Neteyam lift his arm, a small gap enough for you to wrap how it seemed appropriate, glancing at the boy once in a while as he let's out pained grunts. You tightly tied the ends of the cloth after wrapping it around his wound, tucjing it away as you liked your lips, now noticing your father approaching you.

"What's wrong here?," he immediately asks, alerted by the scene in front of him. He sees Neteyam's bandaged shoulder, and alarms started going off in his head. He drops his gun down, crouching in front of his son as he inspected the wrap you've done.

He pressed on the bandage, and Neteyam groans at his action, instinctively pushing his father's hands away. "Hurts?" Your father asks. Neteyam nods his head at his question, and your father looks at you.

He ruffled your hair, "Good job, (name). Now, look after him, and make sure he doesn't get himself shot again. Hear me, child?" You obediently nodded, your ears twitching as you heard the sound of wings flapping near you.

"Mother." You called out, but she only goes past you and checks up on Neteyam.

"Who did this to you?" She growls, looking at Neteyam straight in the eyes. Neteyam stayed silent, his eyes avoiding his mother's scary gaze as he wasn't sure who had shot him as well. You looked at your father, grabbing his attention as you remembered the missing presence of certain girls.

"Father, Kiri has been taken away." You spoke up, earning both adults attentions. Your mother stands up, gripping her bow as she was outraged by the words you've just said. "Tuk— Tuktirey is missing too, but the last time i saw her was when we were escaping from the submarines." You added, concern coursing through your veins.

"Tuktirey got taken away again?" Lo'ak questioned. He and the two girls, Tsireya and Tuktirey had been saved earlier by his brother, and he could remember seeing Tsireya take the girl away before he took his brother with him to save Spider.

Your father inhales sharply, his hands coming up to your shoulder as he was obviously gonna order you something again. "Do you know where Kiri got taken away?"

"It was an Ikran that took her away, and the animal dropped her by the boat. That's all I know." You answered truthfully, ears drooping back. And in timing, your father's earpiece rings and a voice was heard from the other side.

"I heard you." Your father speaks. Your eyes flickered all over his face, confused, "Pa, what—"

"They have our daughters." Your mother growls lowly at his words, tail flicking to the side. Her grip on her bow was so tight to the point it could snap in between her hold, as a fire ignites inside her. A fierce fire to protect her children.

Your mother walks away without a word, eyes dim and blank as she reached behind her back, grabbing her braid as she made the bond with her Ikran. She takes flight into the air, nearing the boat.

"Stay with your brother." Your father orders you and Lo'ak, but you see him open his mouth to say something. You turn around to face him, glaring, "That's enough, Lo'ak. You're staying here." You slightly hissed your words out, watching as he pursed his lips into a thin line.

Spider speaks to your father, saying things that involved of Kiri and Tuktirey's location and you watched as the human leaves with your father. You turned back to your brother, wanting to check up on him. "Brother?" You called out.

He hums, looking at you weakly.

"Are you alright? Are you still hurting?"

He sighs, slightly grinning at your concern. "You worry too much, sis. Just relax for a moment.." he caresses your hand, feeling your finger twitch at his warmth.

"Relax..? Brother, you have been shot, and you're telling me to relax and stop worrying?" You incredulously questioned him, watching as he nodded his head cooly. "Exactly." You scoffed at his words.

"Such an idiot." You slightly grin, hearing a small bubble of laughter escapes his throat. Your smile dropped as you hear your friends from behind you call out Lo'ak's name, leaving you and Neteyam to look confused.

You see Lo'ak diving into the water, escaping with his Ilu. You stood up hurriedly, watching the bubbles rise up into the water from where he dived with a scowl. You fisted your hands tightly, your own nails clawing at your palms as you cursed every single cuss there was to exist in your head, growling in distaste.

"Does it kill him to obey my words?! It's not that hard to listen!" You hissed, shoving away the hand that teaches up to your shoulder. You glared at whoever that was, your ears drooping down when you realized it was Ao'nung. You blinked twice, now realizing that Tsireya has arrived at the scene as well.

"He will be fine, (name). That skxawng can take care of himself." Tsireya perks up, giving you a weak reassuring smile. She didn't know her words as true, as she was just as worried as you.

You took a step back slightly when an explosion ignites from the boat, your ears and tail limping at the sight of smoke reaching up into the dark skies. You bit your lip, shutting your eyes as you tried to think of positive thoughts while shoving away all the thoughts making you more and more nervous.

Ao'nung notices your panicking, and decided to step in. He goes in front of you, holding your shoulders as he observed your shut eyes, ragged breathing and fiddling fingers. "Hey, hey. It's gonna be okay." His words brought you back to reality, your eyes opening, revealing your glossy glistening eyes.

"Breathe, (nickname)," he instructed. You watched as he inhaled, waiting for you to do the same. When you followed his actions weakly, he let's out a deep exhale, and you did the same. You do the same for a few while, until you finally got to steady your breathing. He smiled at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he averts your attention from the boat.

"I hope those demons meet Satan himself in their afterlife." You whispered, but it was heard from the rest of the group. They silently agreed to your words, encouraging your brutal thoughts if it was gonna help you calm down.

A few torturous minutes had passed, and a fire begun on the water, surrounding the ship. Lo'ak hadn't returned yet, and so did the rest of the family. The boat was beginning to sink, and it had toppled over. All you could do was watch it all happen, and you couldn't do anything to help.

Neteyam holds you beside him as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, feeling your cold, shuddering breath hitting his skin. He watched as the boat was now fully submerged into the water, tears stinging his eyes as he desperately looked around for the sight of his family.

Your ears twitched as it catches the sound of a small gasp, making you slightly open your eye's. You see the water surrounding the rock you were standing on glowing, and when you adjusted your eyes at the scene you realized it was the glowing fishes Kiri took a favor of.

You trailed over the direction it came from, seeing how it was from where the boat sank, and you immediately let out a sigh of relief. That can mean Kiri is most likely alive. You left Neteyam's side, crouching down on the rocks sharp surface as you watched the fishes with a relaxed smile.

"What's happening?" You hear Rotxo voice out his confusion.

"It's Kiri." You answered him, a sliver of hope still present in you. Tsireya let's out a delighted sigh at your words, her hand coming down to her chest, over her heart. "Thank you, Greatmother." She whispered, bowing her head slightly.

Dipping your hand into the water, you let the fishes dance around your skin, their fins slightly brushing against your palms.

"Papa!" You exclaimed, relief coursing through your body as you ran into your father, tightly embracing him in a warm hold. The side of your head rests on his chest as one of his arm wraps around your shoulder, giving you a small squeeze before you let go.

Your mother then holds you into her arms, slightly sniffling as she takes in your scent, her hand on the back of your head. "Sweet girl, im so happy." She whispered into your ears, softly smiling at you. Your parents walked towards Neteyam checking up on him, as well as giving him the same affection you just received.

Walking towards your siblings, you let Tuktirey smash onto your torso as she cried into your stomach. Your hand rubbed on her head, whispering comforting words at her as she continued to sniffle. You carried her in your arms with one hand, letting her cling onto you like a Koala as you slapped the back of Lo'ak's head.

He let's out a wince, rubbing where you hit him while giving you an apologetic look. "Moron. You had me crying when you guys didn't return." You slightly hissed, seeing how he took your words seriously.

"I'm sorry."

You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes. But despite that, you grabbed him by the arm and held him next to you, squeezing his shoulders. Lo'ak slight chuckles at your actions, finding your acts of affection foreign to him. Kiri cooes at you before she attacked you three with her hugs, which resulted to Neteyam doubling Kiri's same actions.

Tuktirey yelps at her older brothers acts, feeling herself get crushed by Neteyam's weight as he tried to fit all of his siblings in one hug. Tsireya sniffs at the scene in front of her, making Ao'nung side eye her, contemplating if he should comfort her or not.

You let yourself sink into your siblings touches, clenching your jaws as you tried not to cried right then and there. Your heart ached from how you were simply so happy of your family surviving the events, so happy you were given the chance to spend more time with them.

You couldn't imagine yourself on your own in the future, you couldn't bare to even think about it. Your family is so dear to you. You wished this moment would last forever. You wished that same events earlier would never happen ever again. You wished time would go back from before, when it was just you and your family in the forest, before the sky-people returned.

Smiling at her children, Neytiri let's a lone tear escape her eyes as she repeatedly thanks the Greatmother for bringing her family together once again.

You hoped this moment wouldn't end. You wanted to stay like this forever. Where you and your family are back to their simple livestyles, where they were all happy together and those demons never existed. You wanted to live in peace again.

You inhaled the fresh air of the village, a smile forming on your face as you watched the clan go on with their daily lives. It had already been a few weeks after the attack of the RDA, and your brother was slowly healing from his wounds. You buried your feet into the sand, toes hidden under the small particles.

A sound from nearby catches your attention, and you turned to see Ao'nung approaching you. You grinned at his presence, feeling as if he's got something to say now.

"Good mood?"

And you called it. You shook your head with an amused smile, looking back into the waters. "You've got to fix that starting conversations skills of yours, lovely. It's horrid." You teased him, earning an offended scoff from the boy.

Ao'nung glances at you, taking in your smooth features with a fond smile of his own. His eyes then lands on the small scratches on your arms, "Are your scratches healing, by the way? It's been a few weeks, but it looks the same." You perked up, his fingers gently touching the thin scars.

You looked at the scratches he was touching, seeing how he was pointing out the most noticeable one. You hummed an assuring sound, nodding. "It's healing, don't worry." You grinned. Ao'nung raised a brow at you, almost looking smug. "Who said I was worried?"

"Oh please, it's written all over your face." Your hands gestured around his face, fingertips barely touching his skin. Ao'nung's eyes followed to your right hand, his own hand outstretching as he grasps your hand. You faltered at his actions, tail flicking, a gesture you do when you're flustered.

"(nickname), do you remember when Rotxo and i invited you with us to go swim?" He questioned. You hummed in thought, trying to remember what the hell he was talking about. "Which one?"

"The one where you got grounded."

A small flash of realization crossed your eyes, and you nodded. "I do. Why? Are you two going swimming today?" He shakes his head at your words, and you were left confused. He intertwines your hand he was holding with his own, beginning to walk as he was dragging you with him.

The water reaches your feet, and you still received no response from the boy. "Ao'nung, where are we going?" You questioned him, seeing him call out for his Ilu. He gives you a grin, "I'm taking you to the Cove of the Ancestors."

You blinked twice, wondering how he could still remember how you didn't get to join your siblings in the Cove. "You still remember that?" You softly let out a breathy chuckle, and he hums.

"Of course. I mean, i was half the reason why you couldn't go. Plus, that day was when you beated me against an Ilu race." He shrugged, giving you his usual teasing grins. You huffed, gently nudging his side with your elbow.

"You're so sweet to me, you know that?" You pinched his cheeks, and he swatted your hands away from his skin. "Only for you." He cheekily responsed. He holds your hand as you made yourself comfortable on his Ilu, and he took a seat in front of you afterwards.

He gives you a warning before he goes down into the water, one of his hand holding your hand that was on his waist, heading off to the direction of the Cove.

© aokoaoi

[diabolikwriter]

Nga yawne lu oer - chapter 3

Recom! Miles x Na’vi/Avatar! Fem! Reader – Chapter 3:

Warnings: Cussing, kidnapping.

Word Count: 1098

Chapter 3: Hostage

                                     (y/n)’s POV

Your head was ringing when you slowly came to, and you were lying on something hard and Your head was ringing when you slowly came to, and you were laying on something hard and not the usual hammock nor the moss and grass covered ground of Pandoras jungle, and you squeezed your already closed eyes tighter because of the bright light surrounding you, but when you heard a swoosh sound, and the footsteps getting closer, your eyes flew opened, though when you tried to push yourself up with your hands, you fell forward and upon further inspection they were cuffed with orange cuffs, and then you recalled what happened… The avatars at the old battlefield, the children being held hostage, you crouching over Spider and then… Miles. You knew it had to be him. But he was dead. Right? You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you immediately responded with hissing and pushing yourself away.

“Woah calm down tiger!” You looked up and there he stood. Miles. Only bigger and bluer... but how? You had ended up pressed into a corner of a white room, with a big ‘mirror’, and you knew that you were in an interrogation room. You looked at Miles only to realize that he had kneeled down a bit further from you and held his arms out in a non-threatening behavior. You felt your ears twitch and you tilted your head in a curious manner, the only word you could say in that moment was:

“How?”

“How what? You need to be a bit more specific Darlin’.” Miles questioned his eyebrows was knitted in confusion, just like human Miles’s would do.

“How are you alive? How did you end up in this body?” You asked still not believing what you were seeing, here was your ex-fiancé, and the father of your child, but how?

“You see Darlin’, that’s a long and complicated story, but the short version is that I’m not exactly that man. I’m an avatar with his memories, or at least most of them. And I’m not the only one, but you already have seen that. The RDA saved our memories in case we didn’t make it out alive and they had of course also some DNA shit so that they could make these bodies but with the memories of some of the best soldiers, and the most experienced in Pandora and its deathly creatures.” Miles explained in what probably had been the longest sentence ever since he proposed to you. Or rather since human Miles proposed to you.

“They went through with it?” You asked confused, Grace had been so much against it when Parker had mentioned the idea.

“That is utterly ridiculous!” Yelled Grace.

“No it’s brilliant, we can have soldiers with the same physique and height and color as those savages, but in contradiction to your and your little Pandora loving friends, these will be soldiers, with no connection to the planet they will be much more efficient in convincing the savages in one way or another.” Parker was wildly gesturing with his hands, clearly excited about the idea of trigger-happy soldiers running around in Na’vi bodies, and Grace, yeah she was not that happy about it. You understood why Grace was so much against it given that the soldiers on the base weren’t here because they were curious about the planet and the creatures inhabiting it, no they were here for the money and to fulfill their duty in saving the Homo Sapiens from doom. So yeah conclusion is that giving those people an avatar body would probably not end good… at all.

“Darlin’ you’re spacing out again.”

“Don’t call me that.” You hissed, snapping out of the flashback.

“I’ve always called you Darlin’.” Stated Miles, and yeah, he had right from the start, but that was a long time ago.

“Just tell me what you want, and where I am.” You had an idea about why you where here and also were you where, but one can never know.

“Well for starters you are at Bridgehead the RDA’s new base, and you’re my hostage, kinda, at least for now.” Answered Miles, “Now how about you get up from the ground and come join me at the table.”

“Well at least the kids are safe.” You said, and stood up, but when you looked at Miles, his ears was pressed to his head, and his tail twitching nervously. “The kids are safe, right?”

When Miles didn’t answer, you felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach.

“You can’t bring kids into this, they are innocent!” You hissed, which you had been doing way to much these past minutes. “Please tell me you didn’t take the young one.”

“No, that thing managed to escape… but we’ve got Miles.”

“No…” You were filled with horror, why couldn’t they just have taken you, why did they need to bring your son into this, you could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate and there was this horrible pressure in your chest. “Please tell me your lying! Please not my son! He’s got absolutely nothing to do with this!”

“He’s got information about Sully.” Miles stated calmly.

“So what? You’ll torture the information out of your own son?” You retorted.

“He’s not my son. We’re not even the same species. I just have the memories of Human Colonel Miles Quaritch.” He sounded so horribly cold, and the dread you felt was replaced by cold rage.

“Take me to him.”

“No darlin’ I can’t do that.” Miles sounded so soothing, no Quaritch sounded so soothing. But this. This was not your ex-fiancé, and he just made it fucking clear that he did not hold a single emotion for a son, that he at the very least should have memories about.

“Do not call me that! You are not my Miles, so don’t you dare call me that nickname, Quaritch!” You hissed and ran towards the door, but Miles caught you around the waist and held you down on the table. “Let me go! I want MY son! I need to see him! He’s not safe with any of you, and I can only imagine what you assholes will do to him!” Quaritch wouldn’t let you go, no matter how much you scratched, bit and hissed, but suddenly you felt light-headed and started gasping for breath and you could see something like panic in Quaritch’s eyes.

“Fuck! Darlin’, (y/n), you gotta breathe through this mask.” Quaritch pressed a mask to your face, but before you managed to take a breath everything went black.

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[punks-never-die205]

Honeysuckle: Red

afab!reader x Vampire!Eustass Kid

cw: Vampire AU with blood, violence, gore, some very marginally dubious consent, 18+ only

Summary: Vampires are real, and the World Government has ways of maintaining the balance of power and peace between humans and Vampires. Most of it is simple extortion, but one person's desire for freedom threatens to upend the delicate balance and change the world completely.

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Chapter 4: Bite

Eustass’ idea of having you do what he wanted seemed to be mostly chores. He had you dust, and sweep, and clean almost constantly. If you weren’t eating or sleeping, you were doing chores. He’d toss you roughly onto a nearby couch or chair and spend time inspecting your work, but after a few rounds of this you realized he was just forcing you to take breaks.

Your only real concern was that there wasn’t much conversation between the two of you. The one time you brought it up he said that you’d just have to wait and see. Well, his exact words had been to not worry your “fairytale filled head about it.”

Over the course of about four days, you were slowly pulled into his schedule. Sleeping during the day was unusual for you, but it was surprisingly easy to adjust to. You’d been up most of the night the first day you’d stumbled into the manor as it was.

Meals were simple, but certainly more than enough food. He would grumble that you’d better not complain, but you were just glad to be getting regular meals.  You had been certain in your mad dash to leave the facility behind that you would be going long stretches without food. If you’d died of starvation while being free, then so be it, and so this was a far cry better than you had anticipated.

The beginning of the fifth night, as you were eating breakfast – a few slices of toast with honey on them and some fruit – your curiosity got the better of you.

“Have you, um, eaten?” You ask the question, but you’re pretty sure you know the answer. If he’s left the manor in the last few nights, it hasn’t been for long as far as you could tell.

Vampires could subsist on animals, but they usually had thralls – humans willing to be fed from in exchange for protection, or lodging, or money – or some mix of the three. The only people with more land and wealth than the vampires were the Celestial Dragons. Not even most nobles could compare to the wealth amassed by the long lived race.

The balance of power was shaky at best. Vampires were powerful, but few in number. Turning humans into vampires was tricky business, and vampire procreation was a long process, as such humans out numbered them nearly a million to one. Before there had been thousands of vampires, but a great war some centuries ago had wiped out most of them.

Now there were a few hundred at most.

Honeysuckles were in the middle of that power struggle, but you didn’t like thinking about it.

“Vampires don’t eat, princess.”

“It… seems impolite to refer to it as feeding.” You admit, looking over at him carefully.

“It isn’t.” He answers gruffly. “Call it drinking if you want. You wanna talk rude? Most of us call drinking from honeysuckles dosing.”

You can’t help flinching at the term. Convincing the world that all honeysuckles were addictive was the greatest lie the World Government had ever gotten away with.

“I’m still not convinced.” He says his tone freezing you in place as he stands behind you. “Everyone should be back by morning. I was going to wait, but if you’ve been lying.” His hands rest on your shoulders and suddenly you wish you hadn’t eaten breakfast.

“I haven’t.” You insist. Your voice is quiet, and your heart is pounding.

Eustass’ hands hold you in place easily, as he leans down and speaks low into your ear. “You’ve heard the stories, same as me, I’m sure. The Government protects the little honeybloods, because the terrible, monstrous, evil, blood-sucking vampires can’t help from drinking the little darlings dry. So sweet is your blood, so powerfully addicting, that we fall into a terrible bloodlust from it.”

“I’m not addicting.” You say the words, but there’s a vivid image in your mind of your cold and lifeless body on the floor, drained of blood and a feral Eustass Kid screaming in the dark manor.

“But your blood is still intoxicatingly sweet,” you can almost feel his lips brush against your skin, before he leans back a little. “If I drink from you now, and you are addicting, or intoxicating, or whatever word that’s supposed to make me lose my senses, then I should be either recovered or exhausted by the time my partners return.”

The chair you’re in is turned around easily, and those burning gold eyes are regarding you before he leans down. “Mm, princess?”

You’re struggling to meet his gaze when he’s so close. “I’m…” You swallow thickly, forcing yourself to look at him. “I’m a Honeysuckle Red, we… I… supposedly empower anyone who drinks my blood.”

“Empower?”

You nod. “Like adrenaline.”

Eustass’ fingers slowly slide over your throat, forcing your head back slowly before he pushes you roughly into the chair with enough force it causes the cutlery on your plate to clatter as the chair slams into the table.

“You said you weren’t a drug, little flower.” His eyes have that dangerous red hue to them, and his grip is immovable. By his grace alone you’re still able to breathe and speak.

“Ah-addicting… I said I wasn’t addicting.”

His eyes narrow and his grip tightens for a moment. You do your best to stay still, hoping that he doesn’t mean to snap your neck and save himself the complications. The tense moment seems to drag on, but you don’t avert your eyes.

“Side-effects?” He questions as his grip loosens.

“R-reds are the…” You stop and look away. “There’s no ill-effects, as far as anyone knows.”

“And you?” He prompts.

“Huh?” You look up at him and tilt your head a little.

“No ill-effects as far as anyone knows.” He repeats your words. “But you couldn’t look at me when you said it, so what are you hiding?”

“N-Nothing. Nothing!” You assert as his fingers start to tighten. Your face flushes and you look away. “It’s like … it’s like talking about an object.” You say finally, face and ears hot in anger and embarrassment. “Classifications. Purities. Effects. Addiction levels. Like we’re not even human.”

You’re quiet for a moment, Eustass doesn’t move his hand away but there’s no pressure behind it.

“I’m not a flower.” Your voice is small, and it feels like such a weak statement against an entire world that refers to you and those like you as honeysuckles.

You hear a quiet growl come from Eustass before he pulls his hand away. You don’t have to look at him to know he’s irritated about something – no matter how old or young he might actually be it’s fairly easy to read his emotions. It’s a large part of what’s made it easy to relax around him, even if does shift gears swiftly sometimes, you never have to guess too much.

It’s much better than the false kindness of the faculty.

“That was a lovely chat.” He says sarcastically. “But I’m still hungry, princess. What’re you going to do about it?”

“… I wasn’t aware I had a choice.” You admit, looking at the golden eyes that are regarding you coolly. A smirk slips across his face.

“You’ve had a choice since you chose to run away, little gift.” His voice is gruff, but the words are kind, or at least kind enough. He reaches out and tilts your jaw around a little, exposing your neck in different ways. “And I can choose if I give a shit.”

“… They teach us that it’s painful.”

“Never know a thrall to cry out in pain.” His grin takes a lascivious tilt. “Not to say they don’t cry out. But no one’s fed from a hon-.” Eustass stops mid sentence and frowns deeply. “Only one way to know, sweetheart.”

“Would you… could you stop, if it hurts?”

“Mm, if I want to. Maybe I like hurting my meals.” He tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. Despite the heat in your face you’re able to return the gaze.

“You haven’t hurt me yet.” You say, knowing he’s had plenty opportunity to do so.

“If you want me to hurt you doll, you just have to ask for it.” He answers and you wonder if you’re both talking about the same thing anymore.

“I…” You wondered absently if being free meant wondering which choice was going to be your last, or if this was a unique situation. “Would like for you to eat.”

“I won’t starve in the next few hours.” He counters. There’s a glimmer in his eyes, and you feel like you’re being stalked.

“I know.” He offers his hand and helps you to your feet from the chair.

“Scared?”

“Nervous.” You admit.

Leaning down, he hums softly, pulling your collar aside. There’s enough give to the shirt that he can pull down both of your shoulders easily. The air against your skin makes your breath come back shaky and you can feel the grin coming from him.

“Not yet,” he says softly, kissing your neck. The soft sensation was unexpected, and you feel a shiver run through you as a small gasp escapes you. “Relax,” he commands, pressing another soft kiss against your neck.

His lips are hotter than you expected, and the pleasurable feeling from the tender kisses is distracting you. His hand presses against your back before his tongue presses against your skin. The new sensation makes you squirm and gasp, and he holds you in place. You can feel your heart beating faster and the rush of blood from it is a little dizzying.

“Eu-Eustass…” You’re not sure what you mean to say to him. That the pleasure is nice, but the anticipation is killing you, or that you don’t want him to feed, you just want him to keep making you feel good.

You didn’t know something like this felt so good.

He cradles your head with his hand, holding you even as the pleasure building inside you seems to demand you move.

“Shhh, (Y/N),” his voice hums against your skin, and there’s a second of fear as you realize what’s going to happen. The pleasure hardly relents however, and the fear subsides.

The hard pressure of smooth bone is against your skin for nearly a third time, and the sharp pain is so brief you’re not even sure you truly felt it. Pleasure jolts from your neck out into your body and you can’t stifle the euphoric cry that escapes your lips. The delicious sensation continues to build as he feeds from you, and a strange insanity takes you, as though you’d risk death to feel the peak of that pleasure.

Before you can even truly near it Eustass pulls away.

“Haaaa-Fuck.” He keeps his grip on you as he takes another deep breath. He seems to steady the two of you against one another for a brief moment before he has you sit back in the chair.

“Holy fuck.” He swears again. His skin is flush red down to his abdomen, his fingers flexing as claws extend and contract. There’s a wild aura around him, and you half expect him to howl like some werewolf.

He takes a step back, but it seems more for your comfort than his concern. The air around him is crackling and chaotic, but there’s no struggle or madness on his face.

“I feel like I could break the Red Line.” He says, his breath is coming out heavy and his usual fluid movements seem to flicker. You almost expect him to start teleporting around the room. “How long does this last?”

“… They say for as long as the Dhampir need to win a fight.”

“Dhampir? Humans can’t get knocked up by vampires.” He says it dismissively, but he’s still looking at you for clarification.

You swallow. It’s not like you haven’t been spilling state secrets to him all this time, but this one feels heavier than the rest. “It’s what they call the vampires who have taken oaths to the World Government.”

Eustass stills, and the air around him seems to move on his behalf. His gaze nearly spears you to the chair you’re sitting in.

The room’s been dark since you began eating, your “day” starts at sunset, and the manor is kept almost completely dark because there’s no need for Eustass to need light, and neither of you wants to give away the fact that you’re in the manor. Small sources of lights are provided so you can do your chores and move around without issue, but nothing more than that.

Right now, it seems like all the light from the moon and the candle at the table are being overpowered by a darkness rolling around Eustass. There’s a fury in his eyes, a deadly anger and an unsettling calm all at the same time. You can’t tell if he means to kill you for what you’ve told him, or if he’s keeping himself in check to keep from harming you.

The sound of his breathing is the only noise in the room. The air shudders with every exhale.

“Go to your room.” The words come from him clipped and sharp, barely controlled. “NOW!” He bellows when you don’t immediately move and the sound forces your limbs into motion.

The torrent of emotions from the last few minutes causes tears to sting in your eyes as you run toward your room. The euphoria, the pleasure, the rush, all crushed underneath the weight of the fear that made you run.

Even before you could make it halfway up the stairs you heard the front doors open and close with such force it nearly shook the entire manor. It was amazing that they hadn’t simply shattered in the frame. By the time you made it to the doors of your room you were at least certain that he wasn’t furious at you. You might not know him well, but Eustass Kid seemed the kind of vampire to simply bury whatever truly angered him.

Whatever he had left to do, you only hoped he returned.

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ch. lxxviii - private matter

hybrid!san × human!reader

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everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

It was odd for Seungcheol to see the work floor so empty. Usually, the science department never took a day off when there were no public holidays. But knowing that the company was in a rather dire situation, Seungcheol didn't think much about it and just went in as he usually would.

It had been a while since he worked at the company for his own company's gain and frankly, he liked the vibe in High Breed. Truly, an inspiration as to how he wants his own company to be. He was sure he could achieve it and he was sure that if anyone were to achieve it, he would be able to do it. The proof is in the pudding, he had managed to save a company that was two and a half weeks away from official bankruptcy and even get enough money to buy his uncle out. Seungcheol was a born businessman and it was a true testimony of what the Choi's nature and nurture can do.

"Took you a while,"

Seungcheol jolted slightly as he opened the lab door, not expecting to see his cousin San to be sitting on the supervisor's chair whilst twiddling his thumb. "Fuck, you scared me," Seungcheol huffed, closing the door and standing in the middle of the room, "What are you doing here? I thought you were on administrative leave indefinitely?" San's ear twitched at the mention of him being put on administrative leave and he had to fight off the urge to smirk and immediately punch the guy down to the ground. But he held it in. For now.

San shook his head and sighed, leaning back into the rather comfortable chair, "Technically I'm... Working from home, administrative leave is just something the HR director put on my file to appease the investigators, making it seem like I won't interfere which I intend to do until this whole damn shit blows over." At the mention of the HR director and his file, Seungcheol visibly stiffen and he even tried to mask it by turning his back on San and pretending to check the nearby file which upon inspection, was not even a work file whatsoever as he saw it was a doodle someone (most likely Yunho) made of a monkey riding a dog like a horse. Though usually, Seunghceol wouldn't care much about random doodles anywhere and whatever it is, San's presence made him want to have a full-blown thesis defence. But of course, that was not why San came in the first place.

"But to answer your question, I actually came here because I have some things I want to ask you," San stood up from his seat and walked over to Seungcheol, "Something I think you know concerning the current issue at hand." Seungcheol started getting nervous and the closer San gets, the more Seungcheol tried to move away to avoid being in near proximity. "Have you... Noticed anything weird about my employees?" San asked, casually trapping Seungcheol in a position where if he move more, San would DEFINITELY know something was up. Well, little did he know. "Employees?" Seunghceol raised an eyebrow at his younger cousin, "Can't say I do because I only worked with a few of them for my project and even then, I can't say I'm that close as to know what constitutes as... 'weird'." Now San knows his cousin quite well and when he rambles like that, he got him cornered. "Well, what about Yunho and Yeosang? You've seen them a handful of times at gigantic family events before and they're in your team. How have they been?" Seungcheol cleared his throat and pretended to fix and organize some things, completely avoiding eye contact but still responding to San. "Like I said, I don't really pay much attention," in Seungcheol's mind, he was trying to find ways to rush the conversation but not because he was afraid of getting caught. No, he just wanted to finish the conversation so he could go back to pretending like he knew and did nothing.

But at the awareness of how evasive he was being, Seungcheol looked up and unlike before, stared at San dead in the eyes, "Do you think they have something to do with your employees accessing files by hacking into stuff?"

San didn't think it would be that easy to catch Seungcheol in the act. For a guy who has been mining company secrets through illegal tapping for the past several weeks, he sure does get sloppy when he cockily thinks he's going to get away with it. "How'd you know we were hacked?"

Fuck.

It didn't occur to him that San hadn't said anything about hacking. Seungcheol's eyes widened and he replied with the first thing that popped into his head with a dismissive laugh as his eyes once again drop to the desk, "Please, you talking about this issue to me personally? I can only imagine Yunho and Yeosang were involved," San raised an eyebrow challengingly at his cousin, "How'd you know Yunho and Yeosang were involved?" he challengingly asked. Seungcheol had to force his breathing to slow down to not panic at San's retort. "I mean they're your friends, I'm just saying their names as a representation of your whole friend group," he shrugged. "Really? Are you sure it's not because you know exactly what happened because you have something to do with it?"

Seungcheol didn't like the tone of San's voice. It was (rightfully) accusatory and judging. "What is that supposed to mean?" the older man scoffed in disbelief. San rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Oh, come on hyung, let's not debase ourselves by pretending you don't know what exactly I'm talking about. You're smart enough to know I've caught you and you're smart enough to know that I have all the proof I needed." Any normal person would be sweating, getting scared or nervous over how relaxed San was considering what they did was something of a criminal offence. But no, as a wolf hybrid, especially as a Choi, Seungcheol has a significantly higher pride.

They both stared each other down; San challengingly wanting to get to the bottom of the issue and Seungcheol wanting to uphold his pride. For a moment, that was all they did. Until a smirk broke on Seungcheol's face, surprising San slightly as his facial expression faltered momentarily. "God, you really are such a goody-goody, aren't you?" he said mockingly. It was San's turn to not like Seungcheol's tone and he showed it, his chest puffed up and he stood straighter, shoulders squaring and eyes narrowing. "You found out I did something bad and you just HAD to swoop in heroically as if to make a point," Seungcheol scoffed. San stared at his older cousin in disbelief, "You leaked my private information to the press and made BASELESS accusations of my company whilst working in it for your own gain," San said matter-of-factly. "Rhetorics," San's fists balled at how easily Seungcheol waved the fact that he was so close to ruining someone's entire livelihood, "Point is, I want to show the world, and especially to Grandpa, how you're handling the company that you were oh so graciously given for absolutely no reason at all."

At the mention of their grandpa, San's furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes that showed the intensity of his anger and frustration melted into one of confusion. "What does Grandpa have to do with this?" he asked. "What doesn't he have to do with this? He made the wrong choice by giving the company to you because it's obvious that you don't have what it takes, you don't know what you're doing and obviously, under your care, your company is crumbling." With each word spoken, Seungcheol's voice got louder and with each passing moment it became obvious that Seungcheol had a lot pent up. San was about to reply but Seungcheol just kept going on and on with his rant. "I really don't get why Grandpa would just give you a position like that at his company. And not just you, our other cousins too. You all barely did anything and you were all just being handed everything on a silver platter without considering anyone else. I don't get why I, one of the oldest, cousins, had to work my ass off developing a failed company from the ground up and even then I got nothing, not even an acknowledgement or even scorn from Grandpa."

It took San a moment to completely comprehend what Seungcheol was saying because he was sure that he had somehow misheard him or something. Surely his cousin couldn't be this stupid, could he? The cousin had just stated that because their Grandpa had said nothing about his work to him directly, he was so hellbent on ruining his entire life. How can he not account for the fact that in the family, he's the cousin that's known to be such a huge success for being able to salvage a whole company with almost nothing?

"You have to be the stupidest person ever." Seungcheol's neck tensed and without sparing a moment, he pushed a nearby chair so hard to the floor that it made such a huge noise and one of the legs bent. "What the fuck did you just say?" "You have to be the stupidest person ever because you know so little about general knowledge for a person who knew how to be such a great success." The initial anger after San called him stupid dissipated and turned into confusion and he did nothing but stood on his spot, confused. "Hyung, you're one of the pride and joy of our family and even Grandpa said it, just not in front of you because he thinks complimenting anyone in front of them will just inflate their ego and then they will let themselves go because they received even just the tiniest bit of compliment. Trust me, I myself have never heard him compliment me to my face unless it's in front of non-family members to make a show. And for the record, Grandpa didn't give me my position because High Breed doesn't belong to Grandpa, it belongs to my parents so he didn't get a say in it. He only has 3 main companies and its subsidiaries but High Breed isn't one of them. So our cousins got their position and achievements here based on their merits, they were given the exact same treatment as any other employees and maybe even slightly worse because scrutiny is obviously needed so really, all of the crap you pulled were absolutely baseless. You thought you knew something and you ran with it, jumping into conclusions and pulling the trigger so quick, things just turned to shit. Things that weren't supposed to happen, happened because of you and it damn near ruined someone. You're already so successful in your own field in your own way, so this? What you've been doing to me? Is completely unnecessary and it will end up just hurting you."

Seungcheol was left stunned.

Embarrassment coursed through his body and he felt dread. It was true, he hadn't taken into account the possibility that maybe, just MAYBE, the situation isn't what it seemed and that he was wrong about what he initially thought he knew. Surely, he could've gone straight to his cousin or even talked to the other cousins be it San or not San. The thoughts running through Seungcheol's head seemed visible to San as his posture relaxed as he let out a long sigh, "I used to look up to you hyung. But when you started taking over for your current company and tore yourself away from us, I saw nothing but someone who is bitter and jealous despite his own magnificent achievements. It was as if your own self-acceptance wasn't enough, as if you did what you did so other people will give you recognition and frankly it's sad, hyung. It's sad for such a successful person to need affirmation from people he viewed as less than." he stated, leaving his older cousin speechless.

Though San got the answer he was looking for, he realized that it didn't feel as good as he hoped it would. Sure, questions were answered, but he was just disappointed that the situation got so out of hand for such a stupid reason. Maybe there was even a smidge of disappointment after he realized that his hyung could've come to him for help or to talk it out. San was not a perfect person, obviously, but he sure would have tried to do something. Granted, he wasn't completely himself a while ago, but still.

Before any of them could talk, San decided that he was done with the interaction and turned his body around to leave after letting Seungcheol hear what he was going to do next. "I'm gonna need you to clear your physical stuff in an hour or else the security will escort you out. Whatever files you have in our database will be sent over but I, as a representative of High Breed, retract our aid for your MFDS application and the progress of said application to MFDS will be retracted immediately pending legal involvement and a decision as to how this situation will be handled. And don't even try to do anything stupid, we have CCTV everywhere and there's a 24-hour automatic camera recording of activities in this lab."

"You're right," Seungcheol added suddenly, halting San in his steps just before he could get out of the room, "What I did was stupid." San was torn between turning around and giving his full attention to his cousin or just ignoring him completely, refusing whatever he had to say which he assumed was an excuse for his behaviour. So San stayed in his position, hoping it would pass soon enough and he could go conclude the mess that was still growing bigger. "But how could you talk to me about jumping the gun and creating a mess that should've never existed after what you did to (y/n)?" Seungcheol smirked.

Chills ran down San's back and his head whipped so hard and fast, he swore he got a whiplash as an impact. It was Seungcheol's turn to look cocky after seeing the look on San's face, visibly seeing the realization sinking into his brain. "Didn't you start your punishment on her that led to her resigning before you even realized what was going on?"

With shaky hands, San pointed at his hyung, trying to figure out what to say to him as he was left rather dumbfounded. As hard as he tried, San couldn't seem to get the exact words out. His bottom lip trembled and his throat felt dry, he wanted to defend himself for what he did but even he knew that it was no use, his action was inexcusable and frankly rather pathetic after realizing the truth.

"Get the fuck out before the hour ends," was all San said before rushing out, leaving Seungcheol who looked so satisfied despite everything, alone to clear out. His feet took him to the elevator back to his office as quickly as they can, he couldn't even remember if he pressed the button or not but it didn't matter, not really anyways. When the door shut, San had to brace himself on the railing, the realization of his action weighed heavily in his mind as if anchoring him down to the ground. A sudden wave of nausea passed and he couldn't help but punch a dent into the elevator wall before pressing his forehead to the cold surface, closing his eyes in hopes that he could calm himself down.

"Good fucking grief, Choi San, what have you done again?"

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The Vampire's Waltz

Fandom — Identity V Pairing — (Tea Party, Quinlan) Acrobat | Mike Morton/reader Summary — His eyes, enchanting as they were, they were unnatural, inhumane. A brief romance, one where the pressure of the world ceases. Content warnings — alcohol consumption, Mike biting the reader (literally) Word count — 561 words Author's note — Happy Halloween, a special for those who enjoy a bit of vampiric romance. Mike is referred to as Quinlan in this fic, as that is his name in the Vampire lore.

A bright moonlit night accompanied you on the balcony of the castle, your wine glass in hand as you swished it around daintily, softly, the whirlpool within seeming to play its own song as you did so. Soft and slow, it enchanted your gaze in that moonlit night, pulling you under its spell as the orchestra inside continued to play.

"Surprised to see someone out here tonight," a voice began, "shouldn't you be inside?"

Your gaze rose from the glass to inspect the young man that had made himself known, green top hat and freckles that seemed to glow under the moonlight. "Quinlan, I am not interested in your special wine tonight."

"I am not asking for you to taste the wine." Your eyebrows rose, watching as the dhvampire made his way to your side, his footsteps light upon the ground, almost floating as he leaned his weight against the rail alongside you. A charm, a flirt, Quinlan was the last person you'd expect to be accompanying you on the outskirts but he was oddly quiet.

Turning back to the scenery decorated with Jack'o'Lanterns plenty, the cool night kissed upon your wine-heated skin as you took a sip of its rim, letting the bitter-sweet burn cascade down your throat. It was a bitter poison you partook in and yet you could feel eyes on you, watching as that dark red drop spilt from your lips, rolling down your cheek.

To be a vampire's centre of attention, to have their full gaze on you without lusting for the blood inside of you, thrilled you to the core. Yet as your eyes locked with his, those swirling pools of colour seemed to be as entranced as you with him.

"Is it a crime to observe a pretty thing?" Quinlan questioned, his fingers drumming against the rail, "besides, I would say I was a little parched myself."

If wine was what he was after, you rest your glass next to his hand, briefly brushing against the cool, freckled skin with your own.

He seemed to have plans that conflicted against your own, however.

Grasping your hand in a grip so tight, your body melded with his as those fangs, those long fangs that humans usually dreaded grazed against your wrist, Quinlan's eyes shining with a mischievous delight at the way your body trembled and shook with surprise.

It wasn't fright that coursed through your veins, causing your heart to beat loud within your ears.

It wasn't the pain that flooded your system that you focused on as he allowed his fangs to lightly pierce your flesh, watching as he savoured your taste like a man enjoying his last meal.

It was the fact he stared at you, his eyes unblinking, unmoving from your gaze as he tasted your blood, the crimson staining his mouth in such a lovely red that only seemed to highlight his smile.

One may have called that bite one of the dead years ago, yet his expression showed no intent of death, no intent to maim. A claiming bite, a love bite.

"A person who has drunk wine has such a sweet flavour." Quinlan spoke, licking droplets that threatened to roll down your wrist, "the most delicious meal." Yet he didn't let go of your hand.

Fingers intertwining, he lead you to the floor; the vampire's waltz had just begun.

[yandere-ac]

It nice to see you back! I want request something animal crossing, you know how they added cook not so long ago. Can I have a reader that every time Redd stop off at the island they bring him food that they made. Bonus point if Redd gets jelly when he find out that the Reader give home-cooked food to everyone.

Anon I want you to know that this request singlehandedly made me want to write again. And also, aww <3 it’s nite to be back! Now without further ado…

Sweet fantasy

Yandere Crazy Redd X Reader

⚠️CW! General yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, delusions (kinda, not rly in depth) drugging, kidnapping⚠️

”Huh. Whats this?” Redd asked, looking at the island representative as if they had two heads. You were standing in his boat, grinning ear to ear as you held up the pink plate right in front of the fox. He looked at it with suspicion before sniffing the air. “A pie?” It was more of a statement than a question but the tone of his voice wasn’t exactly out of curiosity or intrigue. Yet your smile still remained, determined to keep going.

“It’s a peach pie! I made it just for you!” You stated proudly, doing a little nod to put emphasis on the ‘just for you’ part. You could see Redd’s tail flicker, you weren’t sure if it was good or bad but it was something. So you figured you could keep going. “I really like it since the peach slices kind of look like a petal, I thought you might like it.” At this statement you saw Redd’s mouth turn up into a smug grin.

“Really now? Why?” He asked, there was the intrigue you were searching for.

“Well. I’ve always been taught that making food for someone is the best way to show appreciation, love or affection. And since I’m almost done with the museum I wanted to bake something for you to… you know, show my appreciation. I really,” you paused for a second. “I really appreciate you coming down here to the island and selling art.” Your sincerity seemed to catch Redd slightly off guard, if only for a second. But it didn’t take long before he turned back into the normal sly fox he’s always been.

“Why, I’m flattered cousin, really I am.” So far so good. “But unfortunately,” you made a mental sigh as you heard those two words. They never meant well. “I only accept stuff from paying customers.” He held out his arms in a sort of shrug as he looked at you expectantly. You already knew this dance by heart. You sighed, putting the pie down on a nearby counter.

“You really do have strange rules. But alright.” You walked up and inspected the artwork he put on display. After inspecting them closely you picked out one and bought it. It was a fake of course, and Redd was happy doing business with you. He snickered to himself as he picked up the pie.

“Well thank you for the pie. I’ll be sure to enjoy this later, I just ate a big lunch you see. But in the meanwhile, does anything else catch your eye?” He asks with a smirk. You sigh.

“No. Thank you anyways.” Your voice was low as you walked out of the boat. You weren’t sure what you expected, but definitely not having to PAY to give him a gift. But you supposed you shouldn’t have expected anything different from him. Redd let out a scoff after you left the boat. What a strange interaction. And the fact that he actually got you to buy some artwork just to give you some stupid pie.

“Such a gullible human…” he mumbled to himself as he looked over at the pie. It sat on a beautiful pink porcelain plate. There was slight steam coming off of its peach covered surface, it really did look like a flower. Redd picked it up and put it into the freezer. He got his money, that’s all that mattered.

✿ ✿ ✿

4 days. It was 4 days since he last visited your island name. He had been going around, island to island. Selling art in his boat. He had yet to eat your pie. He didn’t want to. The more he waited, the more weird he felt about it. Why would you bake a pie for him? But as the hours went on and food began to run out he felt like he couldn’t put off eating it any longer. He had to stop for food soon but that wouldn’t happen in a day or two and if he waited to eat the pie any longer it would go bad. He figured he would just get it over with. It’s a god damn pie. Who cares if you made it? That you made it specifically for him! To show him appreciation. He didn’t care! It was just a stupid pie.

He has been staring at the pie for at least 15 minutes before he finally cut into it. He took one slice and put it on a separate plate. The piece didn’t tilt over as he shifted it to the other plate. He remember what another villager on an island further away had told him about pie and cake eating in their culture. They were scandinavian, Swedish he thinks. It’s hard to remember. But he did remember what they told him about cake slicing. In their culture, if the slice tips over when you put it on the plate, it means that you will never get married. Such a strange superstition. But that made him wonder, if the slice didn’t tip over, would that mean he would be guaranteed to get married someday? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he was putting way too much thought into this in order to avoid eating the pie.

He took a breath in, took a spoonful of pie and shoved it into his mouth. He let the bite simmer and dance on his tongue as his eyes expanded with ecstasy. The pie was nothing short but amazing, simply put. He quickly took another bite, and another one. Until the entire pie was gone. Even as it was cold and 4 days old, the taste was incredible. He never knew you were such a good cook. And this was after four days in his fridge. He felt his mouth water at the thought of what a fresh slice of that pie would have tasted like. He felt a warm feeling fill his stomach as he really started to think about what you said before. You had made such a wonderful pie, just for him, just to show your appreciation for him. Suddenly it all hit him at once. He had to go see you.

✿ ✿ ✿

You groaned into your pillow as you looked over to the clock in your room. 2:04 in the morning. The clock was 2:04 in the morning. So who in gods name was knocking like their life depended on it at the door. You dragged yourself out of bed and went over to the door. The moment you opened it Redd rushed in to your house. And that woke you up pretty quick. He looked back at you with wide eyes, they were wider than you’d ever seen them.

“Close the door! Close the door!” He told you, and you, having just woke up and not really having the brain capacity to question stion what was happening, closed the door. He let out a string of strained breaths as he sunk to the floor.

“Redd?” You asked. He gave you a toothy grin as he stood up.

“The one and only! How’s it going cousin? You sleep good?” He asked you. You had to rub the remaining drowsiness out of your eyes as you thought about what you possibly could answer.

“Fine? I.. guess? Redd- I. What?” You were so utterly speechless by this turn of events. Literal minutes ago you were sleeping and now you had to wake your brain up enough to deal with this situation. “What are you doing here?”

“I ran here from my boat. Couldn’t risk anyone seeing me.”

“That does not answer my-“

“I came here for another pie. The one I got turned bad before i could eat it.” There was No way in hell he was gonna admit to coming here in the middle of the night just to get a fresh slice of some god damn pie. He would rather die.

”You came… all the way here for a p-”

”YES??? IS THERE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT???” He asked, voice high in tone and laced in defence. It fought you off guard, taking a few silent seconds to blink. Then a smile formed on your face. “What?” Redd asked you.

“Nothing. Nothings wrong with it. How about we make one together? I don’t have any spare ones.” Oh you cheeky little- how dare you turn this into a bonding activity.

“Sounds fun.” Redd said, smile wide and eyes narrow.

And so the two of you stayed up, baking another peach pie. All while talking to each other. You told Redd about why you loved cooking so much, he told you about his recent venture out to sea, you told him about a recent upgrade you managed to make to your house — the second floor. And so on and so forth. It was well into the early hours of the morning and you two were sitting on the kitchen floor, waiting for the pie to be ready in the oven. You were sitting next to each other in comfortable silence. That was, until Redd spoke up.

“Hey so… about what you told me earlier on the boat… was that true?” He asked you. “Do you really appreciate me?” You nudged awake, having rested your eyes. You yawned and looked at him with a tired smile.

“Of course I do. Your art really improves the museum. Not to mention my house.” The last part caught Redd off guard. Your house?

“Wait… your house? What do you mean?” He asked you. You pointed towards the part of the living room you could see from the kitchen. Just above your entrance hung one of the many fakes he had sold you.

“They’re fake, but I do like them still. They remind me of you.” You yawned once more. Did you just admit to knowing they were fake?? And so nonchalantly too???

“You… know? And you don’t mind?” He asked. You shrugged, closing your eyes again.

“I figured if you felt the need to sell fake art you’re probably not in the best spot. Especially if you’re going from island to island. And like I said, they’re nice. If I buy one that’s real then great! I can donate it. If I buy a fake then also great! I can decorate my house or the island! I don’t really care too much. Besides, I like going to your boat and just talking with you. And I feel bad if don’t buy anything…” You admitted. Something about this admission struck something inside of Redd. You liked him enough to buy fake art for thousands of bells just cause you felt bad if you didn’t? Does that mean you care for him? I mean, you seem to like his company judging by what you said (and the simple fact that you didn’t kick him out when you came to him at two in the morning).

He didn’t get more time to overthink as he felt you lean your head against his shoulder. He tensed up for a few seconds as he panicked internally. What should he do? He felt his chest get warm at your contact, especially when you basically cuddled up to him. After a while he leaned his head on your head, trying his best to relax at the contact.

But your sweet moment was quickly interrupted as the clock on the oven started to beep loudly. The shrill sound made you flinch and subsequently pull away from Redd.

“Hey, looks like the pie is done. Come on, let’s dig in!” You said, standing up. You brushed off any potential dust off your lap and reached your hand to Redd, he happily accepted and you pulled him up. Although, he held onto your hand for just a second too long, giving you one of his usual smirks. You two pulled the pie out, sat it on the table and waited for it to cool down. It smelled heavenly, nothing short but heavenly. The steam radiating off the dessert made Redd’s mouth water just at the thought of the taste. This did not go unnoticed by you, letting out a chuckle, you picked up the nearby knife and started to cut into it.

“I think it’s cold enough, give me your plate.” You said. Redd held up his plate in front of you as you cut a slice and placed it on his plate. It stood up, it didn’t tip over… as he put down the plate you cut a slice for yourself. It stood up, it didn’t tip over either… Redd began to think about the superstition about falling slices and his theory about if the slice didn’t tip over. He felt his face get warm as the thought of you in a wedding tux/dress entered his mind. The thought left his head just as quick as it came. He shook his head slightly as he tried to think about anything other than you. But it was hard when you were sitting right in front of him, having just baked a pie with him. With him… with… him…

“Let’s dig in! I’m starving! Morning hunger and all that.” You said as you picked up your fork and dug into the dessert. If he indulged whatever strange fantasy his brain thought of, of you being his… spouse, he supposed you two would cook together very often. These kinds of moments wouldn’t be so short lived, they would appear everyday. He felt his chest become warm at the thought, and as he took a bite out of the warm pie he couldn’t help but completely melt. It was everything it should be. Warm, sweet, moist but not too moist. The perfect texture.

You two stayed at the table for three hours, eating up the entire pie and talking. Redd never knew you were so fascinating, that you had so many entertaining stories to tell. As the light from outside got brighter and more and more villagers walked out of their houses, Redd knew he had to retreat to his boat. You understood that as well, and you wanted to help him. So you gave him a blanket that he draped across his shoulders and you and him booked it to his boat together, laughing together as you did. He handed you the blanket as he stood on the plank leading up to his boat. You two said goodbye and all the while he drove away he couldn’t stop smiling. He had to come here more often.

✿ ✿ ✿

A couple of weeks passed and you two were closer than ever. You and him cooked a lot together, every time he came to the island you were there with a freshly made delicacy, and he was always there to eat it all up with a smile. After a while he even started taking inspiration from you, starting to cook a little himself and selling some of his products at his raffle. He had also gotten a lot more bolder with his visits on the island. He no longer restricted himself to the back of the island. He often met up with you on the beach for small picnics and he almost seemed to relish whenever anyone, especially Nook, saw you with him.

However, interacting more with the island around him wasn’t all fun and rainbows. The more he knew, the more his fantasy started to fall apart. He soon came to find out that you make food for everyone, not just him. It took all his willpower not to tackle and choke out whatever villager he first saw walking around with a carrot scone he knew you’d made. His fantasy of you two cooking together as a domestic activity didn’t feel as special when he knew it wasn’t exclusive to you two. He wanted to be angry with you, but he just couldn’t. It’s not your fault you were so generous, he just had to find a way to keep that generosity for himself. That was the difference between you and Redd. You were generous.

He was selfish…

✿ ✿ ✿

“You know the one thing I will always REFUSE to cook?” You asked Redd, leaning back on the palms of your hands as you two sat on a blanket in the sand.

“No, what?” Redd responded in amusement, knowing this would probably lead to some kind of rant.

“Anything easter related! That bunny- whats his name again-“ you snapped your fingers on the air, trying to remember the name.

“Hopper?”

“HOPPER!! He keeps hiding eggs everywhere, and I mean everywhere! Oh hey you want to fish? Here’s an egg. Want to chop some wood for DIY projects? Here’s a god damn egg. Wanna dig up some fossils to help your friend complete his collection? Egg.” Redd could only chuckle at your distain of these eggs. You two had been sitting together for at least a couple of hours and by this point both of your bodies were coated with orange lighting from the sun setting. ”Its god damn ridiculous. He makes me want to hide during all of easter.” You let out a yawn as you fell down on the blanket underneath you.

You looked up at Redd with a tired smile. “Hey, it’s getting pretty late. I think I wanna get home, I’m supposed to get up early to help Isabelle with something tomorrow.” You say whilst rubbing your eyes. Redd helped you up.

“Well, could you at least follow me to the boat?” You smiled at his request. Who could say no to a face like that? Not you. And so you walked him to his boat, having polite conversation with him all the while. You could feel his tail brush up against your leg every now and again but you assumed it was just because of his walking pattern. As you two got closer to his boat you felt his hand brush up against yours, this happened multiple times before he finally just grabbed your hand.

“So… we’re here now… hey so I know you said that you had to get up early tomorrow but could you just help me with this thing real quick?” He asked you, this peeked your interest. While you did have to get up early tomorrow, you would never say no to a friend in need

“Sure. What is it?”

”Well i’ve been experimenting a lot with some new flavours of bubble tea and I’m thinking of starting to sell them but I need someone else to try it out first. It’ll be a quick taste test, that’s it.” He told you, looking at you with expecting eyes. You smiled and nodded your head.

“Of course.”

You walked into the boat with him. He walked into the locked door on the right side of the boat, rummaging around before bringing out a glass of bubble tea. You sipped up some of it through the big straw, getting plenty of tapioca balls in one sip. Your eyes went wide as you tasted the drink.

“Oh my-“ you went for a second sip. “Oh my god Redd! What is this??? It tastes amazing!!” You continued to sip up the drink through the boba straw. Redd chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“Oh it’s simple really. It’s brown sugar syrup, it makes the drink really sweet. And you know…” at this point you had drunken up the entire glass. Redd walked up the stairs of the boat and up to the door. He locked it, placing the key inside his apron pocket. “The sweetness is very good if you need to hide the taste of… certain substances.” He went on, you could only nervously laugh at what you could only assume to be a weird joke. “Did you know that sometimes people hide broccoli in brownies in order to trick children into eating broccoli?” He asked you, and as of hitting a lights witch, you felt a sort of fatigue and drowsiness come over you.

“Hey, cousin. You look pretty tired.” He walked over to you, picking you up bridal style.

“What are you…” you felt your eyelids become heavy as you struggled to get your sentence out.

“I think it’s best if you stay here for tonight. Your house is so far away. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll sleep somewhere else.” He opened the door on the left of the boat with his foot, still holding you in his arms. In the room were a refrigerator, a fridge, some sinks and his bed in the far end of the room. He placed you down on the mattress, your eyes were barely open at this point. He gave you one last reassuring smile before he stood up. “And tomorrow, you can go help Isabelle, okay? Goodnight…” he stood up and walked out of the room.

The second he closed the door, he locked it up tight and practically ran to start the boat up. He knew you would hate him for this but he couldn’t care less if it meant getting to have you to himself. He had an entire lifetime to earn your forgiveness, and he was willing to die trying.

If it meant he could have you for himself, if it meant that you two could be together, if it meant that he was only a little bit closer to that fantasy of you two cooking alone then he would do it. Anything to have you. Anything to keep you.

Neither of your slices tipped over, and that had to mean something…

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A/N: Alright!! Corn is back! Feels good. Also this totally wasn’t an excuse to go on t agents about strange Swedish superstitions ahah. But this was a really fun did to write, it got some of the creative juices flowing :)

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Meeting His Mate -Klaus M.

Klaus’ Trip to Wonderland Pt. 2

Klaus Mikaelson x Cheshire Cat (F Human Version)

Part 1

Klaus looked around, unsure of how this had happened. He should be running away from Mikael right now, trying to keep him from finding the white oak stake and hurting his siblings, but somehow he was walking through a creepy forest, with an 18 year old girl attached to his arm…what has come of his life?

As he was lost in his thoughts, he felt himself nearly fall over at the scent that assaulted his nostrils. It was wonderful, amazing, it was what he believed happiness would smell like. Then he heard it…her voice. “It looks like you ran afoul of something with wicked claws…” Her voice was like bells, beautiful and harmonious, and he knew…he had finally found his mate, yet he found himself terrified to turn around, after everything he’s seen here, what could she be like? As he spun around, he gasped, she materialized right in front of him, the first thing he saw was her smile…clearly painted on though it was, it was convincing. He thought since the smile was clearly fake the ears and tail must be too, until of course her ear twitched and she started swinging her tail. Her big blue eyes, like cats eyes found him, inspecting him, and he watched her grin beneath the makeup. Realizing she approved of what she saw made his ego grow 3 sizes.

“But I’m still dreaming.” Alice spoke, breaking them both out of their stare down.

“What did that to you?” She questioned, curiously.

“Banoo—Bandaa”

“The Bandersnatch? Well, I’d better have a look.” Klaus jumped as she suddenly disappeared, reappearing next to Alice…well…her head did anyway.

“What are you doing?” Alice asked cautiously, holding Klaus tighter, making his little mate glare at their arms, and him pull himself away.

“It needs to be purified by someone with evaporating skills or it will fester and putrefy.” She stated as if it was no big deal as her head rolled over, and her body showed back up.

“I’d rather you didn’t, I’ll be fine as soon as I wake up.”

“At least let me bind it for you.” She wrapped a cloth around Alice’s arm gently before speaking again. “What do you call yourself?”

“Alice.” She stated. “And this is Klaus.”

“The Alice?!” She gasped, grinning, though Klaus noticed she never really stopped grinning…and he could get used to it.

“There’s been some debate about that.”

“I never get involved in politics.” She said, disappearing and appearing beside Klaus, wrapping her tail around his neck, and smiling nearly touching his nose with her nose. “You’d best be on your way.”

“What way? All I want to do is wake up from this dream.” She sighed.

“Fine, I’ll take you to the Hare and the Hatter, but that’s the end of it.” She then disappeared yet again, though Klaus felt panic set in when she didn’t reappear right away. They both looked around for a moment before seeing her at the end of the trail. “Coming?”

[moondrop-writes]

Hi!! Happy Holidays!! I was wondering if I could request Percy and Hermes (platonic)?

Percy sees Hermes's delivery truck (sometime after the 2nd great prophecy/quest) and goes to say 'hi'/catch up and bring some rats for George and Martha? Maybe he mentions that Hermes's temple in Tartarus helped him and Annabeth survive. Thanks 😊

-@pjo-hermes-stan

hi hi!!! i hope you have an enjoyable holiday as well!!! and of course i can. i hope you enjoy this piece :) i tried to write it smoothly, but it's been a while since i've written anything for pjo.

Percy's life has been normal, which is significantly abnormal considering the crap he'd been through the past few years. He wasn't attempting to jinx it though. He hadn't even seen a sign of a monster for the past month, and Riptide has taken temporary residency in the drawer of his bedside table. He'd been able to just be a seventeen-year-old in New York, and it was amazing.

Skating through the city, chewing on candy from Sweet on America, as he laughed. It felt good to be able to be care-free and relaxed.

That was until he spotted the truck.

It was subtle, he'd admit, but Percy's eyes trained on the caduceus immediately. A shock went through him, and his hand went to his pocket for his sword, only to come up with empty candy-bar wrappers.

What did Hermes want?

But then again, what did any god want?

Tucking his skateboard under his army, Percy walked up to the truck, watching as it unloaded into a nearby warehouse. He isn't sure if he should've been surprised to find the god of messages there considering it seemed like such a miniscule task, but Hermes noticed Percy the moment he moved to take a step closer.

"Ah, Perseus, nice to see you around!" The god was dressed in his delivery wear, a clipboard in hand and a pencil tucked behind his ear. He flashed a dazzling smile that reminded Percy all too much of his son.

"Hermes," he greets, with a polite bow of his head. He'd rather not piss off any gods at the moment. "What are you doing? I thought the gods were working on claiming their kids." it's a subtle implication, but Hermes eyes glint over.

"Ah, we are. I think I've claimed two in the past week. I can't recall," he laughs easily, and takes his pen from his ear. Percy watches as it molds into a caduceus, with two snarling snakes. They immediately reel back upon seeing Percy.

Martha's tongue peaks out, and leans forward, inspecting him. George does the same and is the first to break the silence. "Do you have rats on you?" he hisses, and Martha nudges into his side.

"Uh, no," Percy says and turns back to the god, "then what are you doing here? Surely you have more than two unclaimed kids."

In the back of his mind, Percy can hear George whining about a lack of rats as Martha chides him over manners. He pushes it away and out of his mind, focusing on the god in front of him.

Hermes has a raised eyebrow and his mouth twitches into a smirk. "I should be offended that you see me as a... promiscuous type of god, but you have a fair question. The gods have decided that not only should we work on claiming our kids but helping out in humanity more. My company sales were lacking so..." he trails off, looking behind him as multiple workers carrying heavy brown boxes into the large warehouse.

Percy clicks his tongue and nods.

"But enough of me, how about you?" a gentler look comes across Hermes face, one he'd only seen given to May Castellan. Percy's brows furrow.

"What? Uh, I'm alright. Why?"

Hermes looks at him like he's dumb.

"You went through a war, twice. The world seems normal, but you can't stop thinking about the horrors you went through. And you can't ask anybody about it because they'd call you crazy. See what I mean? I'll ask you again. How are you?"

Percy hates how right he is. He hates how easily he knows how he feels. Percy hates gods like Hermes. He hates all the gods, sometimes. Still, he shrugs and looks back to the caduceus. Martha's looking at him expectantly, and George has already disengaged in the conversation.

"Better. As good as I can be, y'know," Hermes nods, and it seems like he's genuinely interested in what Percy has to say. He's talked to plenty of gods who'd asked how he was, and when he actually tried to express himself, they brushed him off. It was kind of heartwarming.

"Yes. I've been informed of your troubles whilst on the quest to stop Gaea."

Percy laughs drily, shrugging. "If you can dub Tartarus as a 'trouble'."

Hermes sighs in agreement and purses his lips. Martha makes this weird hissing sound, which was probably meant to be a coo, but turned out to be sort of terrifying. For some reason, Percy was endeared by the snake.

"I am sorry about that. I will say there is nothing I could've done, but I am sorry."

Percy nods, before a thought crosses his mind. He thinks about sitting at Hermes shrine, eating peanut m&m's, Annabeth by his side.

"You did do something," he says, and a look of bewilderment crosses Hermes face, "well, not you, but your kids did. There was a small shrine down there, I don't know why or how, but it was connected to Camp. It helped us, a lot. Connor delivered a message for us, while we were down there. I don't think I ever thanked him."

Hermes smiles, unlike the one he'd had before. It was much more enjoyable to see. A proud look came across his face, almost smug over his child's small feat.

"Well, I'm glad. I have never had an active--"

"Boss! The truck's unloaded!" A new voice calls, peaking around the truck. The guy stares suspiciously at Percy but waits patiently.

The caduceus shrinks back into a pen and clipboard, and with one last whine from George, Percy's mind is clouded by mist. He can't even imagine it being a caduceus anymore.

"The world calls me, Perseus, I must go. I'm no Apollo, but I cannot foresee any kind of troubles coming your way," and with that he walks away. Percy stands there, a bit stunned, until the truck drives away.

He drops his skateboard and bites his lip before taking off.

--

Later that week, if he stops by the pet store and buys a few dead rats, his mom doesn't question it.

And if he drops it off by the warehouse by the door, it may or may not say it's for George and Martha.

The next day it's gone. When he gets home, on his apartment door, is a small sticky note with a smiley face on it.

[leftingbadly]

Chapter 4: Tell Tale Heart

Diana Quinn was an English professor back on her dying earth before she became the English teacher to a native people called Na'vi on the moon Pandora. After a shockingly horrific incident that caused the school to shut down, a newbie marine by the name of Jake Sully presents her another opportunity to reconnect with The People

Pairing: Tsu'tey x OFC

Rating: PG13

Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers

Other Tags: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Betrayal, Revenge

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Diana picked at the canned fruits in her hand as the three of them continued to eat in silence, each going over the events of the day before. Diana’s mind ran rampant as she thought about the words of the Tsahik, trying to understand them to the fullest of her capabilities, but she knew something- something vital, something that didn’t belong to her- was missing and she wasn’t sure whether she was able to retrieve it. Something that existed in the Na’vi way of living that didn’t exist in the human one or maybe it did a long time ago, but Diana wasn’t a part of that- a part of whatever her ancestors might have been. 

So far she had gathered very few key points about what the Tawkami was telling her, the most vital of them all being the flower Grace had named for her ; Pseudocenia Rosea, otherwise known as the chalice plant. But getting close to that plant for an inspection would be next to impossible, the plants are completely carnivorous and are made for digesting large animals, she may as well try to ride a Palulukan on its back. Even the Na’vi children know not to go near that thing, so why the Tawkami would be telling her about it at all is beyond her understanding. Were they really trying to get her killed? 

“I mean what about you?” Diana’s attention was pulled from her mind when Jake asked his question as he turned from the light green dim of the lamp in front of them, the buzzing of it had encompassed the air around them for long enough before he finally gave in to the raging questions that banged on his mind, ever since that day they first met one singular questioned had lingered with him, begging to be answered. 

“What about me?” Came Diana’s nonchalant reply, unknowing of what exactly was on the Marine’s mind in that moment. 

“You told me that everyone lost something during the war.” He clarified.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Everyone did.”

He nodded, and then pointed at her as he tried to drive his point home, “Yeah, but you said it like you lost someone.” 

Diana blinked at him once, then twice. Whether she was trying to supress the memories that tried to resurface or was trying to battle back the sleep that tried to overtake her, she wasn’t sure. Either way, due to her tiredness or not, Diana’s mind became flooded with memories she would sooner forget. 

Diana focused her attention on Ernesh, it wasn't like all the other times she'd looked at him; it was different in the way that when she looked at him now, everything seemed so much darker. She saw herself in him now.

Every vile, horrible, heinous act she had committed, willingly or by omission wrapped themselves around her like a cloak during a downpour, and the rain was her sins, she was a believer in the church of war and bloodshed and she sees him in the front row, teeth barred, arms like ivy that wrapped themselves and held her close and whispered in her ear things that made the devil blush.

"Does it come from the soul or the heart?" He questioned, he was teasing her, she knew, and she loved him for it. 

"You could switch it off with a heart," was the beginning of her nihilistic reply, "without a soul it would always be off." Of course, she was referring to their humanity. To the thing that tied them to their friends, the thing that tied them to being people. He nodded, although she knew he was barely satisfied with the answer.

"I tried it last night," he was referring to their friend’s suggestion, of course, "it didn't work. It only made my headache worse." Crying came easily enough, the act of tears falling from his eyes was useful in many situations, but the feeling of grief never came with it. He turned to her with the eyes he always saw her with and he was grateful she was looking at him, now, the same way. 

She questioned him about it and he told her that it was not pity, or a holier-than-thou glance. It was not something she had ever been glanced at like, he informed her that it was something far worse than pity; it was an understanding. It was the sort of look you see on a stranger's face and realize you battle the same monsters; she realized then that he noticed her first. He saw her. And now she saw him, too.

"Do you see me now?" She did, as she had realized, see him now. The shadows wrapped around him, like purity to an angel it was drawn to the very essence of what he was, of what he had come to be. He stood before her raw and unfiltered, and he hated himself for it. His nails dug through his flesh and wetted the soil beneath him with a sinner's blood. With a boy's blood. 19 Years’ worth of life experience and not one of the books he had read could explain what he saw in her eyes on that day, in that greenhouse between the belladonnas and white roses. 

"I think I love you." It was all she could think to say, simple and to the point. He asked her why she would think that, to which she replied, "I think I love you because of the way your hair looks in the morning. I think it's because of your smile that makes my heart glow like the sun, I think this is what the roses feel, or the sunflowers or the daisies, when the rain has stopped and the rays of sun meet them again." 

She took a step forward, and then held his face in her steady hands, because she was not nervous in front of him. Standing in front of him felt like taking a test on a subject she knew greatly, it felt like the way she patted down the soil after she'd planted another flower. When she stood in front of him she felt like she'd grown ten feet. She felt powerful. 

"I think I love you because if I were to lose you, if I were to really lose you, then my soul or my heart, whichever part of me was responsible for loving something this much-maybe it’s all the parts, all of them in tandem-would scream. It would call out to yours and follow you wherever you’d go, leaving me alone. I think I love you because my own spirit would abandon me to the arms of death to be with you."

What could he say to that but reply with a kiss?

But he did not, he only spoke the truth they knew in their hearts, "We are not capable to love each other, heart. We are not fit to take care of each other as the sun takes care of the roses and the daisies and the sunflowers. Our love would ruin us as the thunderstorms lay waste to your sunflower fields and rip your flower beds from their roots. Would that I could allow my lips to yours, but I would not gift you such a pain as to love you. Yet I beg of you one thing," from her grasp he released his face and held her face in his hands, as gently as he were holding a faun, "I beg you to survive, because you hold my heart in your hands."

Diana shut her eyes to the memory, and when she reopened them Jake stared back at her. It seemed in that moment Diana’s life was destined to be encompassed in war; war on Earth, or war on Pandora. Death that followed her like a lover’s trail, gentle and welcoming in all the ways she would rather not, and it seemed that men of war, men of fighting in wars they play no part in, were in plenty supply and fast to surround her. 

She smiled lightly, mockingly, at Jake, as though she knew something he did not; she did. “His name was Ernesh,” Diana gave forth the information, despite the clamp on her heart that seemed to tighten. It had been so long since she spoke his name aloud, not even to Grace who had known him better than anyone, not even to herself who had loved him without abandon, “The origins are Indian, and ironically,” She laughed a pained laugh, “His name means ‘Battle to the Death’.” 

The laugh died on her lips in that moment and something else died in her eyes. Or was it already dead? Jake watched her as she spoke, her body rigid and her hands white as she gripped the can of fruit in her hands, her eyes glared downward, as though she were damning the white plastic table for its very existence. Grace saw something else though, Grace knew her vision didn’t meet the surface of the table- she knew the woman’s sight stopped before even the rim of her cornea, and she knew her eyesight was trained on that battlefield as she had looked at it so many times- over and over, scanning the bodies of the bloodied and bruised for a man who would never come home. A lover, a nephew- Grace shut her eyes too, turning from Diana’s own ones that were bearing down into her. They both lost something that day, and every day forward. 

Jake looked between the two of them, sensing something had shifted, sensing there was more to what was being told and he wanted to pry. He wanted to ask the two strongest women he knew, having faced predators both human and inhuman, on a planet that was not even a planet in a solar system that was so different to their own and day in and day out continue to thrive and fight for a people- no, a race that had hated them so fiercely, what could possibly break them in this way?

He knew the look in their eyes though, when they turned to him and he saw his own reflected there; those sad, weeping eyes, so akin to what he had seen in the mirror not weeks ago, when he had seen the body of his dead twin brother. It seemed earth, ravaged and betrayed as it had been, only had place for loss and grief. It seemed they had brought that grief with them to Pandora. 

Diana grit her teeth as the silence prolonged, how had they managed to carry this grief, through stars and solar systems, as though it were something as a second skin? 

“His name also meant sincere,” Grace spoke up after a long time, “It also meant honest.” She nodded as she wiped away the quietly fallen tears, and spoke to Jake with the confident smile he knew she harboured, “He was honest until the day we lost him, he fought for something he believed in and we both loved him for that. Very much.” 

Jake watched in silence as Grace gripped Diana’s shoulder with her right hand, and massaged the woman as she spoke, as if to say she was there- as if to say she still had her. And he watched in awe as Diana seemed to escape her memories simply by having Grace with her. 

She sniffed, and then spoke again, “I found him, God, what must have felt like years later. Out on the front lines and in the thick of things, as always, gun in hand and bullets in- well, everywhere.” 

Jake shut his eyes against the image that pushed through his mind, knowing full well what seeing the dead bodies of fallen soldiers could do to someone, and then asked another question out of curiosity. 

“You were on the front lines?”

Diana nodded, “A nurse. Well, back then when the bodies started piling up anyone who could bandage some stab wounds or pluck out a few bullets and stitch them up were nurses, really. It wasn’t until well into the war when I joined though, it was damn near finished too but,” She shrugged, “I guess I waited too long; back then I figured it was best to leave it to someone with more experience.” 

And it was like the final piece to understanding her appeared and all her actions and words up until now finally made sense. And just when Jake finally thought he understood the woman before her the minute he put that piece down, it was like that board expanded into a much larger, more complicated puzzle before him and she was a labyrinth he couldn’t find the way through even on the back of an ikran. 

“I’m sorry about what I said before,” And she surprised him once more, “About your legs I mean. I’ve never experienced something like that before, not even close, it was wrong of me to tell you that it was the same as losing someone because it isn’t-“

Jake interrupted her, “Diana, no, you were right-“

And she interrupted him, “No, it wasn’t.” She sated so firmly Jake was caught off guard by the finality in her voice, “I may not have agreed with your views or your way of going about trying to get back what you lost, but I had no right to tell you what getting your legs back means to you. Jake,” Diana sighed deeply as she prepared herself to say her next words, “You should see the way you look running around Hometree, or riding the pa’li, or swimming.”

“Like a damn idiot?” 

They laughed.

“Yes, well,” Diana shrugged, and then spoke seriously again, “Jake, you look happy. You look free.” 

And Jake’s shoulders slumped at the words, because he knew it too. That weight that hung over him like gun holsters and machine equipment, the cramped feelings of his mind like hunkering down in the trenches or being stuck inside a heavy-duty armoured car or tank- all that fell away when he was in the jungles. Running through the leaves with Neytiri or resting in the hammocks at Hometree. He knew she was right.

“And because of that, Jake, I need you to figure out where you stand. Whether you’re with Quaritch or with us; with the Na’vi,” She put her hand on his to make him meet her strong gaze, “Because whoever’s side you’re standing on, whatever their beliefs are, you have to make sure you support that, because those become your beliefs too.”

The next day, they had all managed to link up in time for first rise. Neytiri was usually the first to awaken within the clan with the rest of the hunters; which meant Jake and Diana were among the group of early risers that day as well. Diana, in particular, had been requested to join Neytiri and Jake on their pa’li rides after she had finished teaching with the children that day. It wasn’t until later when the three of them had met up again, along with an -unsurprisingly-irritated Tsu’tey. 

“The alien’s smell is in my nose,” Diana watched with a cautious eye as Jake and Tsu’tey came in contact once again, and this time, like many others, Jake seems to have irritated the warrior beyond belief. She began walking up to them slowly, wondering if her own presence would cause more of a disturbance than anything else. 

 “Yeah?” Jake challenged as he hopped off from the back of his pa’li, disregarding the warnings of Neytiri as she followed behind Jake and jumped from her seating as well, standing behind Jake as Diana stood behind Tsu’tey both monitoring the situation in hopes they wouldn’t have to intervene. Once Neytiri saw Diana the Na’vi woman’s ears lifted on her head and she tilted her head in greeting, smiling at the woman before they both turned their attention to the males in front of them. 

“Well your fragrance is anything but satisfactory to my proboscis as well, if anything I think it’s incontrovertibly vexatious.” Jake spoke smugly, his hand on his hip as he used his left hand to point at various parts of Tsu’tey’s body as he gave him the unnecessarily long-worded response. 

Diana’s mouth fell open. Of all the imbecilic-

“Jake,” She reprimanded hotly as she watched Tsu’tey stutter, his mind trying to comprehend the long English words quick enough to be able to form a response. But Diana’s wasn’t even sure if she knew what proboscis meant- hell, did Jake even know what it meant? And where would he have even heard that word? Diana’s eyes widened when Tsu’tey turned around sharply at the sound of her voice, and she stared at him for a long moment as he stared back at her, wondering if they were going to greet each other like civilised people or-

He clicked his tongue at her, and glared hard before he turned to walk away from the small group.

-or that. She sighed loudly as she walked up to Jake and Neytiri, shaking her head at the former as she raised her hands and pointed at him, “What the hell was that?” She asked astounded. 

“You said he didn’t like long sounding words,” Jake shrugged as he caressed the side of his pa’li. 

Diana’s mouth stayed agape as she stared at the marine, “Jake you don’t even like long sounding words!” She gasped as she pointed an accusing finger at his face, “You learnt those words on purpose, you did it out of spite!” She hit Jake on the arm when he just flashed his charming canine smile at her, as if to say yeah, yeah I did. She shook her head at the marine, wondering if he knew just what he got himself into by irritating Tsu’tey further. Diana noticed Neytiri watching their exchange with lowered eyes, staring up at them as her shoulders were slumped and her tail swished softy behind her. 

“I hope he isn’t this irritating when you’re teaching him, Neytiri,” She addressed the younger woman, and watched as her ears raised from their lower set point to a higher one, eager to join in the conversation and talk about Jake’s training. Diana had noticed a change in the Na’vi woman as the days went by, and her training with Jake had made her more confident than her previous uneasiness towards avatars. On some occasions Diana had even joined the two when they would go out riding on pa’li, and she relished in the way it felt to be riding through the forests and across the more open plains again, the feel of the pa’li’s strong legs and the weight of its breath as she pushed them harder, faster and more daring than before. 

Diana watched as Neytiri shook her head as she looked at Jake and threw her hands in the air, “He is like a child,” she pointed to him with one hand, “Always falling from pa’li. Never steady, not like you.” Diana laughed loudly at Jake’s bewildered face, and held onto Neytiri’s arm as they both walked towards the grazing pa’li near the river bend. 

“Perhaps we should show him how it’s done, then?” Diana asked, and watched as her old friend’s eyes widened in excitement. Neytiri gave her arm a squeeze before letting go, and yipped at her direhorse before she rushed off in a direction Diana knew well. When she turned to Jake, she saw him positioning himself on the back of his pa’li; once he was situated he gave her a triumphant smile.

“Who’s showing who how it’s done?” Jake asked arrogantly as he placed his hands on his hips, and Diana shook her heard at him as she and Jake both heard the thundering of hooves approaching. 

Neytiri showed up again from where she had disappeared off to, and gave Diana a single nod before she told the woman, “Call her, tsmuke, she will come.” And Diana gave Jake a confident stare before she let out a series of inhuman noises Jake had never heard come from her mouth before, it was almost the same sound Neytiri had made when she had called her ikran, but something was different, as if he could feel the meaning behind the sounds rather than comprehend them. And then the thundering came, hard and fast, and Jake felt it not with his own body, but through the body of the pa’li he had made tsaheylu with, and he felt the his nervousness and his unsteadiness as he shifted between each of his six legs, and then Jake saw it. 

Greater in its muscle than all the others he had seen, it seemed to leap from the shadows as it bounded towards them. Jake felt the thundering of its great hooves on the ground and yet, he did not. As if it came like a thunderstorm, softly first and then hard all at once, the pa’li that raced towards them was something different than the one he rode on now. Like ikran, pa’li themselves held different shapes and sizes, even some of their colouring was different, but this one was as black as a palulukan, and if it were not for the bright yellow stripes on its body he might have mistaken it as a shadow all on its own. 

The lean direhorse came to rest in front of them, circling Diana as she did the same and the two of them stared off as they stared each other down, “Pa’li do not bond with its rider,” Neytiri said as she came to a halt beside Jake on her own pa’li, “But like us pa’li may have preference of its rider. Niwin was a… feral, you call it. Wild and free, Niwin would not make tsaheylu.”

“She belonged to the wild grasses. Olangi, the Horse clan of the Plains had tried to tame her, but she had been ravaged by a sickness,” Diana held her hands up as she approached the pa’li, then stepped back as she stomped forward, threatening the avatar woman, “And had lost a foal to an air raid.” Jake watched in awe as Diana tilted her head, regarding the pa’li the same way it seemed to regard her, and grabbed her queue from behind her back. Then, faster than he had seen her move before, Diana struck forward as hard as she could and launched herself to the side, evading an attack from the pa’li and jumping onto its back. She let out a breath of hard air as she slammed onto its armoured back with her bare stomach, and connected her queue to its antenna as fast as she could. 

“You know me, Niwin,” She braced her strong legs against the armoured side of the direhorse, holding tightly onto the antenna she curled around her arm as she stroked the pa’li’s neck. She watched as her eyes dilated and an understanding bloomed in its mind the same way tsaheylu made understanding blossom in hers, and Diana felt, more than the earth and the trees, the breath of Niwin and all her fears and confidence, the same way Niwin felt all of hers, and an understanding formed between them once again where previously it was lost, “But there are some things, once you understand them and care for them,” Jake watched as Niwin trampled the dirt beneath her hooves and shook her head in excitement, “All it takes is a reminder.”

Jake let out a breath of awe, something he seemed to be catching himself doing a lot whenever he witnessed Diana out in the wilds of Pandora, and his eyes widened when she gave a loud yip to the restless thundering of Niwin’s hooves and the direhorse shot from her position like a lightning strike, leaving dust in her wake as she bounded through the thick leaves of the forest floor. With his avatar eyes Jake saw Diana call back to them, a look of challenging on her face, and before he knew it Neytiri had bounded off behind her as well, shouting and yelling as she raised her bow in the air. 

Diana let out a loud scream from her lungs as she exhaled all the air resting there, her hands were thrown up in the air as her bare feet found home on the back of her most faithful pa’li, “Ler, Niwin, ler.” Steady, steady. She told the direhorse, her leg muscles straining as it tried to remember the way her body used to move on the bareback of a pa’li, for safety Diana held onto the long antennae of Niwin with her left hand, but her right hand grabbed at the leaves and foliage of trees that rushed passed them. To her side she saw Neytiri, hunkered down on her own pa’li as she focused steadily on beating Diana at whatever race they seemed to be taking, and not far behind the two of them was Jake, wrestling to keep up but making steady progress. 

Diana scoffed at their antics, and spoke to Niwin as she sat down again, “Come now, we can’t let the foals best you, can we?” And it seemed the direhorse had the same idea as her, because it seemed Niwin’s eyes widened at the challenge, and her already tight leg muscles contracted even harder as she plunged her legs deeper into the ground, and Neytiri’s face fell shocked before it became a blur, and all Diana could see around her were the flashes of greenery and shrubs, and the ending was in sight-the ending to whatever race they seemed to be racing- and it was almost as if Diana could taste the sweet taste of victory. Until Niwin pulled a harsh stopped by burying her six hooves in the ground and let Diana fall face-first into her thick neck. Her own neck strained from trying to stop her head from rolling off her shoulders and the laugh died in her stomach- or what was left of it after it felt like it dropped to the bottom pit of her gut.

The culprit of this action was none other than Omaticaya’s best warrior, standing in front of a harsh breathing Niwin on the back of his very own pa’li. Diana scoffed. Figures he’d be riding the most sturdy male pa’li from their herd, he was large and demanding in his presence even her dear Niwin had trouble disregarding his demands, Diana hated to see her wild mare submit to the will of an obnoxious foal barely past his milking days, but there was no doubt Tsu’tey’s current mount was anything but capable enough to lead the local herd as well as hold his own against a decent threat. Which is why Niwin had halted the minute he had showed up, not out of any sense of duty that might have bound her- but of respect. The long gashes across his body had signified the young pa’li had deserved that much. 

As for its rider, Diana wasn’t sure whether she wanted to greet him or goad him. 

“Something wrong, dickhead?” Involuntarily, she chose the latter.

Chapter 5: Alone at the Edge of a Universe, Humming a Tune

[truly-quirkless-a]

Type: Lore/History Timeline: Start of MHA, S1 Location: U. A. | Site Beta

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"REMEMBER!" Fin's voice boomed from the front of the site, freshly repaired. It had been four days since the entrance exams ended- and it had been a killer set of days. The cold bit into skin, daring to force the workers home early each day...but the team had been pulling more than their fair share of weight. The site was done three days ahead of schedule, which meant... "YOU ALL DID THIS!" They gestured to the site. "AND SINCE YOU DID IT SO FAST...."

Silence loomed for a moment, Fin's expression darkening as they lowered their head...before raising it abruptly, a large smile on the small human's face.

"YOU ALL GET TWO OFF DAYS PAID!! GO, HAVE FUN- AND I'LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!" Tomorrow was Friday, so the team would be paid for Friday and the following Monday...and then, they'd get started on the chaos that was returning to building the USJ. Thirteen had tasked the entire crew to that project- but with Fin's records, the Hero had willingly signed off on Fin's proposal. Their team deserved it...and they were already squirreling away funds to throw the team a party, once the USJ Center was complete...not that they'd told the crew, yet.

Cheers arose from the crowd, fists pumping the air. A few of the quieter crew members were already beginning to make way to their cars- Fin grinned, waving. That signaled for the team to fall apart. People made their way towards the parking lot, exhausted smiles on most of the faces present. Fin only dropped the energy as the team filtered away- leaving them standing in an abandoned lot, before a freshly-rebuilt Site Beta.

To be honest... They hadn't expected it to be that fast. But Fin was more than happy to take it. The sun was still high in the sky, the crisp air cutting into their exposed skin. They tied their jacket tighter around their waist, gingerly adjusting their name tag with a small grin. The site had been a mess after the entrance exams. One kid in particular had absolutely obliterated several pseudo-city blocks. From what they saw of the tapes, he'd destroyed a zero-pointer robot with just one punch...

They hoped the green-haired kid didn't get booted out of U. A.- Undoubtedly, he'd be sent to the Hero track...but they weren't sure if he'd last. That one hit had absolutely totaled him, after all. They'd nearly ended up with a med bay buddy when their coworkers had sent them to Recovery Girl's for the umpteenth time, though they'd apparently barely missed the boy.

That worked for them, honestly.

"Here's t'hopin'..." They hummed. Fin pulled out their phone, plugging in their earbuds without a second thought. The inspector would be by soon- but it would be fine, until then. They turned with a slight hop to their step. The real world nearly seemed to fall away as the music flowed into their ears- loud enough to drown out everything else...

"Somebody like me~..."

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He wasn't sure why Nezu had asked him to perform the inspection of the construction crew's work... When he'd questioned the mouse on his decision, all he'd received in reply was a knowing smile, a gleam in the mouse's eye that hinted at his boss knowing something he didn't. Yagi had given up on asking, instead taking the folder he'd been handed- and reading it over as he trekked towards Site Beta.

He was to speak to the Construction Crew Lead- a Quirkless individual by the name of 'Finley Well'. Sky-blue eyes flickered over the document, trying to memorize the questions he was to ask- what he needed to look for specifically while he was there. Of course, he was sure this 'Finley' would be relatively easy to deal with. There were very few who weren't taken in by his All Might persona- and while the thought of yet another fan struck speechless made him sigh...at least he knew he'd probably be making their day- and hurrying along the inspection.

He didn't have forever as All Might, after all.

His steps paused for a moment, seeing the gate for Site Beta standing in the distance. He should transform now- and not risk being spotted doing so later. Yagi glanced around, and once certain there were no cameras...he breathed in.

The process was painless, nearly instant. Smoke flowed from his pores, enveloping Toshinori as muscle formed and his slouch disappeared- standing up an extra inch, plastering that smile he always wore as All Might across his face. In moments, it wasn't the elderly-looking Toshinori who stood on the path to Site Beta- but the powerful, unconquerable All Might.

He was wearing his trademark yellow suit, which had hung loose around his True Form- but now, was pulled taut around thick muscles. He adjusted his deep blue tie- knowing he'd probably need to adjust it again when he landed.

"I shouldn't keep them waiting!" He flexed his legs, preparing for liftoff...and in moments, he was airborne- blasting into the sky with one leap. The cold air was even more biting up here, but it barely bothered him. He couldn't even feel goosebumps forming as he hummed, the folder held securely in one hand.

His eyes scanned the ground below, flashing between the sites. All Might's vision landed on the one presumed to be Site Beta- where he'd seen young Midoriya deck a Zero-Pointer a few days prior. The memory made him chuckle, pride welling up in his chest. The kid was already doing so well...the 'broke his bones' thing wasn't the best- but it was better than the worst outcome, so he was happy to accept it. Still..

BOOM!

He landed, the force of his landing sending a wave of air in every direction. The nearby trees' branches swayed from the energy, dust and small pebbles kicking up. He chuckled, scratching at the back of his head. There was only one car in the lot, to the side of Site Beta...a beat-up looking black car, with no owner in sight...

"Before I knew it, we talked and..."

The voice had his head turning, tilting for a moment.

"I think I bought you a cocktail..."

English.... And a voice that was lilting. Probably the owner of the car- he could only hope the person in question was Finley Well, otherwise...well, he'd probably have to sign an autograph (though he'd have to do that anyway)- so it wasn't the end of the world. All Might strode up towards the archway leading into Site Beta, his eternal smile never faltering.

"You told me that you'd been waiting for..."

He could make out a figure just inside the site,- short brown hair sticking out from under a bright-yellow construction hat, a vest that was probably a size or two too big hanging around a thin frame. The person couldn't have been much taller than five feet- with a young, boyish face that probably often worked in making others see them as younger. The tank-top underneath their vest certainly seemed to hint towards them just being a student, but there was a certain air to them that All Might couldn't quite place- something that just told him they weren't as young as they appeared. Faintly-tanned arms were bouncing with the rest of them to the beat, worrying All Might further.

He could spot the tiny black dots of earbuds- could hear the music blaring through their ears, even from this distance. There was playing music loud- and then there was intentionally trying to destroy one's eardrums.

"Hello there!" He called out with a wave. The small individual jumped with a yelp, spinning. Hazel eyes flashed over his form- but he saw no glimmer of recognition, no smile of a mega-fan being greeted by the world's most famous Hero. No, all he saw- what made his heart stop in his chest for a moment, his lung seize- was a glow flashing into existence, just above the other's left wrist. They reached up, snagging out their earbuds- a laugh on their lips as a smile fell readily onto their face.

"Oh, hi!" They pocketed the screaming earbuds- after a moment of turning off the music- while All Might began to sweat. His smile refused to falter, but now, it was the faintest hint tight around the edges. Goosebumps rose on his flesh- but not from the cold.

"Do you know where I can find Mx. Finley Well?" His question was light, refusing to betray any of the nerves that had begun to eat away at his thoughts. He'd nearly forgotten about the folder- still held ever-so-faintly in one hand, less than an ounce of strength from falling to the ground. He tightened his grip minutely.

"You're lookin' at 'em, sir!" The brunet replied. "Lemme guess- you're the inspector for this project? Don't worry, I'll help ya through the process." They walked over, their smile bright- light, like a friend intent on helping a struggling ally. "But before we start, y'got a name or somethin'? Because otherwise, 'm just gonna call ya 'Mountain Man', mate." Their voice held a distinct southern drawl, reminding Toshinori of the playful actors from America that loved to portray cowboys during plays and movies.. Which were less high-stakes than hero films. Relief washed over him.- Followed by confusion.

They---...

They didn't....

"--Everyone calls me 'All Might', Mx. Well!" He laughed. "It's been quite some time since I met someone who didn't recognize me!" Although... In a way, it was a relief. There was no pedestal to reach, no previous impressions that he was so far away...for a moment, even as All Might, he felt-...

Like he could be himself.

But he couldn't let the entire façade slip- only a fraction. So for now, he toned down the overall 'overjoyed' reaction, his smile softening to something that didn't quite stretch his cheeks to the point of hurting.

"I know everybody 'round these parts goes by last names, but I'd really prefer if y'called me 'Fin', All Might. None of this 'Mx. Well' business." They chuckled. "Now c'mon- you n' I got a whole site to inspect!" They reached- an action so slow All Might could have easily stopped it if he wished- and tapped the folder he held in one hand. "If y'don't know what to say, feel free t'consult that while we walk. We'll be startin' in quadrant one!" Their energy was a bit hyper, but in a way... It felt nearly infectious to the blond. He found himself smiling, inside and out, as Fin turned- the back of their jacket flickering behind them for a moment.

Someone who didn't know him...

Someone he'd never met...

He silently reached for his suit sleeve's cuff, pulling it back even as he started to follow. There, glowing bright-white for a moment more, were two simple Words, written in scratchy English.

Oh, hi!

As he pulled the cuff of his sleeve back down, he watched out of the corner of his eye as the glow began to fade...before dying completely. The white light disappearing as the realization fell into place, returning the scrawling on his skin to its usual pitch-black color.

"C'mon, dude!"

But even as his Words' glow faded... Fin's remained.

[theorphaninthetardis]

Chapter Twenty-Nine

After dropping past Sophie off at her house, the three Gallifreyan's return to London. The three end up underneath the National Gallery. Opening the doors to the TARDIS, the three Time Lords, and the teacher see a figure in the doorway.

"So," Sophie starts, stepping into the room, "How'd it go?" she has a small smile on her face, as her best friends walk into the room.

"Pretty sure you know, Soph."

"Yeah," she shrugs.

The Time Lord doesn't stop walking forward, pulling her tightly into a hug, picking her up and spinning slightly. "You're an amazing friend, and probably my favourite human," he whispers in her ear.

"Oi," Chinny says, walking up beside his younger self, "Save some of that love for me, eh?"

The pinstriped Doctor releases her, only for the Bow tie Time Lord to wrap her up in his arms. She holds him back, pushing her face into his shoulder. "You know, your other jacket smelled better. This one smells like straw, and animals."

The Gallifreyan pulls back, a yappy smile on his face, "Yeah?" he asks, raising his nonexistent eyebrows, "I wonder why?"

She smiles up at him, as the final Time Lord walks toward her. "I suppose it's my turn now?" the youngest Doctor asks.

The girl smiles, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "How did you know to trigger the Moment?" he asks her quietly.

"Hey, that's what friends do. They help each other."

He smiles at her. She turns back to the door, walking just through it. Quietly, she grabs a large tray off the table, bringing it back in. "You know what everyone needs after a difficult day?" she asks, setting the tray on the bench in the room. She sets the five teacups off the tray, quickly filling them with the hot water. She looks back up, as tea begins to steep. "Tea."

"And the negotiations?" Bow tie asks.

"Zygon's and humans together in perfect harmony. Best treaty ever made. Course, I had to give 'em back their memories, but the negotiations went great. They're leaving an ambassador on earth."

"Oh, really?" Pinstripes asks, leaning against the wall, "Who? Who is willingly allowing themself to be copied?"

"Petronella."

Four blank stares greet her, "Sorry," Chinny says, "Who?"

"Petronella," she states again, their blank looks still greeting her. She rolls her eyes, "Petronella Osgood."

"Ooh," all four say.

She shakes her head, thrusting a tea cup into Clara's hands. Once all the tea is successfully passed out, the Warrior and Clara taking the bench. Sandshoes and Chinny stand in front of Gallifrey Falls, inspecting the painting. Sophie leans against the Warrior's TARDIS, her eyes on the wall opposite her, which is covered in roundels, which happen to remind her the TARDIS.

"I don't suppose we'll know if we actually succeeded. But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong," the War Doctor comments after a while.

"Life and soul, you are," Clara comments, before taking a sip of her tea. Sophie snorts, trying to hold in her laughter by sipping her tea.

"What is it actually called?" Pinstripes asks, taking his glasses off his face and tucking them into his pocket.

"Well, there's some debate," the eldest Time Lord says, "Either No More or Gallifrey Falls."

"Not very encouraging," the youngest Doctor comments.

"How did it get here?" Spikey hair Doctor questions his older self.

"I had UNIT bring it back here after you lot left the Tower."

"I meant how it got on earth, Soph."

"Oh. I've got no idea."

"Me either," Bow tie adds.

"There's always something we don't know, isn't there?"

"One should certainly hope so," the Warrior responds. "Well, gentlemen, it has been an honour and a privilege."

"Likewise," Sandshoes agrees.

"Doctor," Chinny finishes. He grabs his younger self's hand, shaking it vigorously.

The Warrior smiles at Sandshoes. "And if I grow to be half the man that you are," he turns from himself, to look at his future companion, "Clara Oswald, I shall be happy indeed."

"That's right," the teacher smiles. She sets her cup down, standing up, "Aim high." Clara walks up, kissing the Time Lord's cheek, to receive a smile from him.

"I won't remember this, will I?" he asks.

"The time streams are out of sync. You can't retain it, no."

Sophie smiles, stepping up to the young Gallifreyan. "So I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey rather than burn it. I'll have to live with that. But for now, for this moment, I am the Doctor again."

"Hey now, careful, mate. You've always been the Doctor to me, you know that. Same man, different face."

She steps up, grabbing his hand. She leans over, kissing his cheek. As she pulls away, the Gallifreyan quickly places a kiss on her cheek as well. "Thank you." Letting go of her hand, he turns around to look at the three blue boxes all sitting side by side. "Which one is mine?" The other two Time Lord's look at the boxes, as if they're wondering about that themselves. The War Doctor grins, "Ha!" he walks right into the shabbiest of the three TARDIS', quickly vanishing, along with the box, from sight.

"I won't remember either," Sandshoes says, sounding sad.

"What's with your sad eyes, Doc?" Sophie asks, pushing herself off the wall she was leaning against.

"It seems impossible to only have one more lifetime till my death."

"Lyn didn't lie. I saw it, Trenzalore is where we die, buried amongst thousands. No way around it."

"Oh, never say nothing," he sniffs, turning on his heel. "Who you riding with, Soph? Me, or me?"

"It'd probably be smarter to ride with you. You brought me here. Without your memory, you might think you abandoned me. I gotta grab some of my clothes out of Chinny's TARDIS though. I'll be back before you can say Tickity Boo."

She dashes into the least shabbiest TARDIS, leaving the two Gallifreyan's and Clara standing in the Under Gallery. Sandshoes looks at his older self and future companion, "When have I ever said Tickity Boo?"

His older self shrugs, "Never, as far as I can remember. Except you just did."

He points a finger at him, "You, just, shush."

Sophie comes dashing back out, a clump of fabric in her hands, "Alright let's get a wiggle on."

"No, wait. Just, just hold on a minute. Wiggle on? Tickity Boo? Are you alright?"

"Course I'm alright. I just want to get back. Important things happening at home."

"Anyway, good to know my future is in safe hands." He holds his hand out, taking Clara's in his own, "Keep a tight hold on it, Clara."

He leans down, kissing her hand sweetly.

Sophie skips over, kissing the eldest Doctor on the cheek. He grabs her wrist before she can run away again. He kisses her temple, "Take care. Stay safe."

"No chance on Gallifrey. See ya around, Doc." She winks at him, walking into the TARDIS.

Sandshoes stops before stepping into his ship, "Trenzalore," he says, leaning on the door, "We need a new destination, because I don't want to go."

He pulls his head back into the TARDIS.

"Do you always have to be so dramatic?" Sophie asks.

The Doctor turns around, to find her with her feet up on the console, her upper body balanced on the jump seat.

"What in Rassilon's name are you doing?"

"Relaxing?"

He chuckles, rushing up the stairs of the ship. "Was that a question, or a statement?"

She slowly slides forward, her head moving toward the end of the seat, "Yes."

He moves around, pulling her up onto the seat, her feet slowly sliding off the console. "Why do I put up with you?"

She looks up at his face, looking slightly pitying at him, "It's because you love me."

He grins down at her, "Yeah. Can't imagine why though."

"Oi!" she protests.

[twistedmusings]

I'm not going to request it now because requests are closed, but that Savanaclaw petting scenario was really cute and like,, Octavinelle petting and examining them

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A/N: If you can pinpoint the exact moment I started to slowly doubt my writing ability and how to write these characters, I will give you, the reader, 100 points. Cause man this was rough to write when you have writer's block q wq But anyways, this was when my requests were closed BUT I WANTED TO COME THROUGH WITH IT! I would like to dedicate it to @kirayamidemon since I read their comic and it was...excellent.

But in other news, I found out that eels like to be petted!

Warnings: Eel petting, Octopus petting and all three Octavinelle members feeling a certain way when you finally give them those pats.

[Floyd-Senpai: Shrimpy~! Meet us in the mirror room tonight! Azul says he wants to give you something!] 

Your eyes look down at your phone before pocketing it back into your jacket, taking another sip of the Coral Pink drink Floyd had made for you before you left Monstro Lounge as you reminisce back on the day you just had. 

Today has been probably the most successful day the Monstro Lounge has had in a while. You had offered up the idea to Azul while you two walked to the cafeteria, mentioning touching a manta ray once and how you didn’t expect them to be so slimy. He had looked at you curiously and asked if you had just been a curious child when you were growing up, but you told him that you used to go to a lot of aquariums and how you would go straight to the petting exhibit. 

And the moment you said petting exhibit, Azul already had cashed the idea in. 

Aquariums had been placed elegantly among the tables of Monstro Lounge tonight. The smaller aquariums on the tables were closed lid, giving the customers a chance to enjoy the little ecosystems Jade had personally made for the creatures Azul had brought in while partaking in their drinks and meals. It made for a killer Magicam picture and Azul had predicted with Vil’s and Cater’s attendance the hashtag #MonstroLoungeExperience would be trending by the time they reached the dinner rush.

It trended faster than they thought. 

Most foot traffic, however, came from the piece de resistance. 

In the middle of the Lounge, a large aquarium had been placed at foot level where various customers could reach down and pet larger animals such as sting rays, sturgeon fish, starfishes and sea cucumbers. All of them with little placards stating fun facts as well as little sections with a bunch of coral that made for another perfect Magicam photo opportunity. 

It had been an amazing experience and you felt like you had almost grown closer to the three Octavinelle students, which was always an ‘A+’ in your book. 

You were pretty sure you saw Azul smiling from ear to ear by the time they closed and Floyd and Jade looked physically exhausted from having to deal with so many customers. They had been busy from opening to closing with no breaks in between so you figured that they would want to rest. 

So getting a message from Floyd so late at night had been somewhat confusing. 

But you didn’t question it, the fact that Azul wants to give you something making you ever so curious. 

Who knows, maybe if the sea creatures were still around Azul could let you pet them some more? 

Out of everyone you had probably been the most excited for the petting exhibit and you had given him the idea so the possibility of playing more with the starfishes and manta rays pushed you to move faster. 

Finishing the last of your drink and throwing it away in the nearest trash can, you push open the doors to the mirror room with a smile--!  

Only to find nobody. 

“...huh.” 

You look around, not daring to call out either of their names since, technically, you weren’t even supposed to be here. The only thing you could do was take a few steps further, looking around as you try to make some sense of the situation. 

Why wouldn’t they meet you in Octavinelle? The Monstro Lounge was there, as well as all the creatures. Azul’s office was there as well so if he wanted to give you something he could have given it to you there, so why had Floyd asked to meet them in the Mirror room? You look around for a moment before frowning as the realization set in. 

It was a prank. 

“Dammit.” 

Of course. Why would Floyd even act this nice towards you if it wasn’t to lull you into a false sense of security? The table you had sat in today had a beautiful aquarium with a bunch of little shrimps floating around and the mereel, more than once, had opened the lid and stuck his hand inside to grab one of the shrimps and hang it over his open mouth. 

You thought he was just acting this way because he was stressed from working so much but he probably had just done it to tease you! With a huff, you pull out your phone and open up his contact number to give him a piece of your mind--! 

“Aha! Shrimpy is here!” 

Only to gag as the back of your jacket is grabbed by a slimy aquamarine hand, pulling you into the nearest mirror and leaving nothing but your phone laying on the ground. 

Floyd’s hands pull you into a hug the moment you are pulled into the water, laughing as he sees you thrashing around and pulling at the arms keeping you pressed close to him. 

“Ahhhh! Shrimpy stop moving!” 

The mereel squeezes you tight, smiling as he looks down at the moment you realize who is holding you and what you are able to do. 

He grins and wraps his tail around you, the fins brushing your fingertips as the shock slowly starts to die down and the curiosity starts to set in. Floyd’s eyes shine brighter under the sea, your hand going to your chest as you expected to drown immediately but finding it simple to breathe in and out. 

“What--?!”

“Finally!” 

“There we go~ Breathe in--”

You take a deep breath. 

“And out~” 

Your chest relaxes as Floyd giggles at how wide your eyes have gotten, letting you go with his arms but his tail wrapping around one of your legs and pulling you close to him once again. He smiles when your hands go up to inspect the fins on his ears but stop as if the situation was still highly unreal for you to believe. 

He guessed humans rarely got to see the sea during the night, but he was glad he got to show you this sight. Even if it was Azul’s idea in the first place. 

Looking around, you notice that you had been here before. 

It was the Coral Sea. 

You look back at the mereel as Floyd tilts his head at your confusion, smiling as he sees the shining in your eyes get brighter when you notice that the veins in his arms and the ones going up his neck are all shining in the moonlit water. 

“Floyd…” 

Ah. You really looked too cute. Especially when you were looking at him with so much wonder. Maybe he should just take you out further and hide near the corals, somewhere Jade nor Azul would look as he preens under your attention. 

He blinks as you break out of the spell long enough to point a finger at him. 

“You--! Why did you call me to the Mirror room so late! The last thing I need to do is get in trouble with the Headmaster!” 

Floyd frowns, “You didn’t get in trouble! I pulled you when I heard your voice! Why didn’t you call out to me!” 

“Because I couldn’t see tail nor fin of you!”

Both of you stop talking after your dumb joke, looking at each other with surprise before a giggle escapes your lips first, turning into a full blown laugh between you both as he takes your hand and presses it under the fins in his ears. 

“Shrimpy was so mean today. Petting all those creatures and ignoring everything else. It made me want to eat all of them up.” 

You smile and rub right under the juncture where fins meet skin, Floyd shivering as he pulls you closer to him. 

“Eels don’t eat any invertebrates, right? You guys are mostly carnivores.” 

He grins and gives you a small squeeze. You even knew of his diet? Why hadn’t you mentioned you knew some things about sea creatures. If you had, Floyd would have dragged you to the Coral Sea way before this! He smiles as your hands go all the way down to his neck, tracing each vein slowly but not going any further than his clavicle and choosing instead to run your fingers from his shoulder blades all the way to his Adam's apple. 

“Shrimpy is being too shy. Here!” 

You gasp as Floyd grabs your hand and helps you swim over to a pair of rocks, sitting you down on top as the bottom of his tail wrapped around your legs to keep you anchored. He laughs as he practically sits on you, choosing instead to lay the top half of his tail on your lap as you look down at the shiny, swishing fins. 

“Now you can touch as much as you’d like!” 

Floyd was ready to make a joke about how this would a much better petting experience for you but his eyes widen when he sees the wonder in yours, the smile in his face disappearing as he watches your fascination with his fins, running your fingers through his caudal fin and rubbing the edges with your hand. His hands twitch as you run yours up his tail, taking in the slimy but firm feeling before looking up at him and reaching out to cup his face with one hand. 

He presses his cheek against your palm, smiling as you scratch right over his ear fin and almost jumping up from the rock as you start to rub the appendage. 

“Shrimpy wait--” 

Shit, he almost bit his tongue. He could barely look into your curious eyes as his heart sped up, the most sensitive area of his body being played and inspected with being a far too new feeling for him to just laugh it off. 

Floyd bites his bottom lip as his tail squeezes your legs, closing his eyes as he felt several shivers go up his spine. It felt too good--

“Floyd?” 

The mereel slowly comes down from the high as he glares at the intruder, clicking his tongue as he saw who it was. 

A pair of identical eyes to Floyd’s turn in your direction, your hand pulling away from the other as you turned to greet Jade. 

“You certainly took them farther than I thought you would.” 

He chuckles as his brother turns away, clearly not wanting you to see the blush on his cheeks. Nevertheless, his attention immediately goes back to you, swimming over to your side and sitting on the opposite of where Floyd was situated. 

“Did you have any troubles finding us?” 

You shook your head, “Floyd grabbed me and pulled me in before I could leave.” 

Jade nods and looks down at how Floyd had situated himself, a brief pang of jealousy overtaking him as he scoots closer, takes your hand and presses it on his chest. You immediately try to pull back but Jade’s eyes lid as he tugs you in closer, the veins in his chest shining even brighter than Floyd’s as he immediately feels you relax in his touch. 

“Do you know what this is, [Y/N]-san?” 

His eyes take their time to take in all of you as you nod your head, whispering the word ‘bioluminescence’ as Jade licks his lips. 

How strange was it to see you so focused. Jade had taken his time during the lull of the Monstro Lounge hours to watch you near the petting tank, your fingers running over the manta rays and tapping at the carapaces of the horseshoe crabs. And like his brother he did feel a certain sort of jealousy for those creatures, but he also saw an opportunity. 

An opportunity to get your guard down. 

His eyes look over at Floyd, the other pouting as your fingers start to trace Jade’s chest all by themselves.

“Uhm--” 

Jade’s attention goes back to you, “Yes?” 

“I didn’t think that moray eels had bioluminescence.” 

He smiles and takes your hand again, guiding it from the middle of his chest all the way to his cheek making sure that your fingers feel the light travel in his veins as you start to wriggle out of Floyd’s hold and into Jade’s. 

“Our kind is a mixture of many eels types. While our exterior is that of a moray eel, our interior is also made up of certain eels that use this feature as a way to communicate with other animals, warn predators…” 

The mereel decides to keep the ‘lure prey’ part out of his explanation. 

Jade’s eyes immediately went to Floyd’s as the other was about to speak up, glaring at him to keep his mouth quiet for he had his turn. His eyes soften when they go back to you, your eyes still taking in all of the small trails of light decorating Jade’s body as your hands trace against the caudal fins on his arms. 

They were rougher than the ones near their ears…

Slowly, your hands go to the fins on the side of Jade’s face, the mereel tensing up but keeping his eyes on you as you start to tug and rub at the appendages. 

“[Y/N]-san…” 

His nails scratch against the rocks as he feels your fingers trace every line they can find, his fins giving a little twitch as you push them back only to watch them slowly move back to their original spot. You had no idea what you were making him feel, what you probably made Floyd feel. 

And if his dear brother wanted to keep it a secret, then he would keep his mouth shut as well. 

Having someone touch them so freely, especially that area, was an act reserved for mates only. Even during courtship this was prohibited and if any other merperson happened to swim by it would be as if they just tumbled into the merman equivalent of someone shoving their fingers in between someone else’s legs. 

But your curiosity was so endearing and Jade just couldn’t find it in himself to pull you away. In fact, that look of yours full of innocence and naivety was so cute that if he let his instincts run wild you would find yourself being dragged to the Leech's home--

“What--you two!” 

His reason kicks back in as Jade smiles and turns to look at the new visitor. 

The octomer’s face is bright red as he locks eyes with you, your hands letting go of Jade’s fins as he smiles and waves at Azul. 

“I’m glad you decided to join us, Azul.”

He wants to say something about what the hell he just saw but he decides to save it, knowing full well that Jade nor Floyd were going to give him a straight answer. Instead, he decides to address you directly. 

“Inferring from our conversation from early this morning as well as your actions during the Monstro Lounge opening hours, I figured you would like this sort of surprise." 

He clears his throat, sneaking a peek at your face and quickly looking away as he saw your eyes staring straight at him. 

Humans like you are still curious about the different types of merpeople, especially those like Jade and Floyd, so after much consideration I decided--” 

"Azul, you're beautiful." 

Oh no. He bit his tongue. Fuck, fuck, fuck he bit his tongue and now it hurts like a shell clamping down on his hand--why had you gone and say something like that so suddenly?! 

"Excuse me?" 

The spell Jade had you in was completely broken as you pulled out of the brother's hold and swam over to him, stopping when you noticed him backing away. 

Azul stared at you and you stared back at him. 

He couldn't help it. After all the things he had to deal with, it was hard enough for him to even appear in front of you like this. And it wasn't like he was doing it as a showing of any sort of affection towards you, he just didn't want to owe you any favours from the idea you had given him! 

All he had to do was just...reach a tentacle out-- 

"Huh?" 

Azul notices you swimming back a tiny bit, smiling at the tentacle shyly reaching out to you. 

"You can turn back, you know. I don't want you to feel forced to do this." 

You point at him, your eyes still wide with curiosity but keeping your distance. 

"The fact that I get to see you like this is enough." 

Azul can feel his heart skip a beat, tentacles unfurling even more as the need to hide melted away. 

But...he owed you a favor... 

"Honestly. Thank you so much Azul." 

For the Sea Witch's sake, he really couldn't pin you down, could he? 

The octomer swims over, floating right in front of you as one tentacle shyly brushes against your fingertips. They twitch in interest but you do not move, looking up at Azul expectantly. 

You really were too nice for your own good, waiting for someone to give you the okay when he clearly wanted you to at least inspect that part of him. 

"Go...go ahead." 

Your touch is soft, pressing your hands right against his suckers and chuckling at the small noise they made as they attached themselves to your skin. Azul moves in a bit closer as some tentacles start wrapping around your ankles and wrists, his natural instincts taking over as his tentacles wrap around the person he really liked. 

Well not like as in like like but a like he had yet to put a definition to. And it's not like it needed a definition, you certainly weren't asking him what sort of like it was and the thought of what kind of like it really was didn't keep him up at night at all. 

"Oop!" 

Azul almost wants to screech at the tentacle going in between your legs and hoisting you up, offering you a sort of makeshift seat as the other appendages start to press against your neck, leaving behind little sucker marks in their wake. 

This situation was not only testing his boundaries but also his patience. 

"I didn't think they would be so slippery...and so soft!" 

Please don't look so curious about him! It's going to give him wild expectations! 

The tip of a tentacle rubs against your cheek, Azul's face an almost red tomato as he hears you chuckle and push the appendage back but for some reason his tentacles weren't listening to him so the thing only pushed forward even more--

"Ah! No fair!" 

Floyd comes up behind you, wrapping you up in a hug as he points a finger at Azul. 

"No hogging Shrimpy to yourself!" 

Azul swims back in alarm. 

"I wasn't hogging anyone!" 

Jade laughs as he swims right up behind you, a hand on your shoulder as he pulls you back. 

"Azul you might want to look down." 

The octomer blinks only to look down, seeing that one of his tentacles had stubbornly wrapped around your waist. 

"Ahh...ahhhh….!" 

You, Jade and Floyd blink as dark ink fills the water, Azul covering his face and letting you go, swimming to the nearest hole and curling up inside as he strangles one of his tentacles. 

Of all the things to embarrass him it just had  to be himself, huh?! 

"Azul? Wait come back!" 

"Shrimpy tell me I'm beautiful as well~!" 

"Floyd let me go! There's ink everywhere!" 

"Not until you tell me I'm beautiful!" 

"Jade!" 

"Azul is more than okay, I can assure you...although I would also like the same compliment as well, [Y/N]-san." 

The next day, you woke up with a high fever due to swimming all night, a present from all of the Octavinelle students at your doorstep with an apology card neatly placed on top. 

[fillinforlater]

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 6: The Smart Duck

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 3664 words

Tags: facefuck, bend over, wild sex, seductive, naughty!Yena 

Inspiration: Horny Discord and Yena of course

Credit: @midnightdancingsol and @worldsover for editing and proof-reading. Kings!

“Oh, hi there! Nice to meet you. I hope you had a good rest.”

You open your eyes too quickly. Bright light reflected by clean white hurts your retina, feeling like a laser burning its way to your brain. Fighting the pain, you try to remember what happened before your eyelids fell down, where you actually are right now, and why a cute-sounding female voice is calling out to you.

Worker was fuming with hatred the last time you spoke with him. Maybe because the Oracle showed more interest in you than in him, maybe because he grew tired of your complaints. but you cannot be certain. Either way, he once again covered your ears, this time with a helmet. While dragging you along with him, he angrily gave you instructions: “A female will pick you up. She has all further tasks for you. I won’t allow disobedience or mistakes from you. Either your work is excellent, or you will feel my wrath.”

“It seems that you are still tired. My name is Yena, by the way.”

The voice shakes you out of your thoughts. You start a second attempt at opening your tired eyelids. With a hand in front of them, it is easier, although it earns you a confused sound from the girl you assume is seated next to you. 

When you finally remove your fingers one by one, you still feel stuck in a dream. A hypermodern train station with all-white, sleek, window-less trains—each of them sitting on a single rail—stretches out before you. At least twenty different platforms in polished beige and white panels are packed with people prancing in precipitance. They shove each other into the train mere seconds after its arrival. The sight leaves you stunned and somewhat delighted—just seeing people, doing human things in a human way, makes you sigh in relief. You don’t feel so alone anymore.

“Hello? Oh, I think I understand now. Is this maybe the first time you’ve seen station 3-Y-E on floor T1419?”

“I have missed seeing something like this,” you mumble, still enticed by humans being humans. You shake yourself and turn your head towards the seat next to you. A big smirk greets you, and it is unlike any other smirk you have seen, because of the unique shape of her lips. Although it sounds stupid, calling her a duck would be accurate.

“I’m sorry, that was impolite of me, Yena. Do I have the correct name?”

Yena nods, quick and reassuringly, which makes you sigh in relief. Before you can explain your reaction or what you think is going on, she interjects:

“Don’t sweat it. No need to be polite with me. I’ll be your guide for today, and I’m sure we will have a lot of fun, so let’s stay loose and calm.”

Yena wiggles from side to side like a snake and smiles brightly. You find her really captivating, a welcome change from the stern, cold-hearted Worker. Instinctively, you follow her example as she stands up and stretches. The sudden glow of a screen in her pocket makes you inspect her outfit more: she is wearing the same overalls as you, style-wise at least. The color is vastly different though—instead of black with orange stripes, she wears green with white stripes.

“I have special tickets so we can travel faster from location to location. I will tell you everything you need to know about the new jobs you will be doing. Feel free to ask any questions you might have. I will try my best to answer all of them. Here!”

Your fingers part as Yena pushes something into them and giggles at your dumbfounded expression. It’s something wrapped in brown plastic—a candy bar.

“Is this real? Like, from Earth, and not synthetic?”

“Definitely! I stole it from some Alien, who has like a collection of that shit. Eat it, before someone notices.”

Hurriedly, you tear the wrapping up and bite into the thick chocolate. Oh, it tastes like home sweet home—quite literally. The sweetness of sugar, unhealthy yet it fills you with life. Yena laughs at you when you inhale it too fast and choke on it.

“Hey! I thought that was my job.”

With teary eyes and swollen cheeks from all the chocolate in your mouth, you muffle a noise of misunderstanding, while you try to swallow properly.

“You know… the choking?”

Dumbfounded by Yena’s joke, you start to realize how this day could end. It’s in your hand after all, and such an idea should not be wasted. The cute, tiny duckling girl seems rather naughty. You give her a knowing wink, while cleaning up your lips. Her lips form a smirk. To any outsider, the view must have been bizarre, but you couldn't care less.

“Our train has already arrived. C’mon! Let me show you your new jobs!”

You follow the direction Yena is pointing towards and indeed: A small train, with red lines and vast windows waits patiently at your platform. The doors to it open after Yena holds a Helper screen onto it, and before you can ask further questions, you both sit in the comfortable futuristic vehicle.

“You don’t need the seatbelt, we will go nice and slowly,” Yena emphasizes, using her uniquely-formed lips. Again, all you can think of is duck. Maybe the aliens tried to interbreed a—no, you force these thoughts to the bottom of Hell. This adorable girl does not deserve such disturbing treatment. 

Only degeneracy.

“Okay, Miss Tour Guide, I’m ready!”

The train goes in motion and so does the flow of words out of Yena’s mouth, who is seated opposite of you:

“You will work in Kitchen 48, Forest 11 and in Engine Room 101, with new supervisors, new colleagues and—most importantly—new girls for your other profession. You should use your work-time to get to know them, imagine new scenes and develop a further understanding of how Spaceship: Horizon operates. Please don’t refrain from asking questions; I’m here for a reason.”

The girl doesn’t even blush or stutter when talking about your porn career. She acts like a professional, someone who could moderate a quiz show or tutor students. Her charm and wit are exceptional. With a playful salute you blurt out:

“Understood!”

“Great! Please, look to your left. Underneath the track this train is sitting on, you can see the aforementioned Kitchen 48. Everyday, 2541 humans work here, either as chefs, sauciers or dishwashers. The last of those is more punishment than actual work, because actual, industrial dishwashers exist here as well. In fact, most of the devices the humans work with here are far beyond the standard we have on Earth, except for this one…”

Yena points at one of the corners in this gigantic room. A pile of wood forming a pyramid burns in glowing orange like an erupting volcano. Pieces of meat, fish, and vegetables hang above it by metal threads. A chaotic curing process for such a modernized kitchen, humans rush with severe haste to keep the structure upright or move the meat around. Panic is constantly present. “Why are they doing it like this? Won’t all of the smoke suffocate them after a while?” you ask, more curious than concerned.

“The reason for this way of curing the meat is the alien supervisor. He believes that this way is the only way the meat can get the perfect, smokey flavor. And don’t be too anxious about our fellow humans: The room is fifteen meters high—even the train above them won’t interrupt them—and the ventilation system is top notch. No need to panic.”

Yena smiles. You smile. Then, the scenery switches after a short time of darkness. It’s kind of like a loading screen from a video game, but you are probably traveling through tunnels in walls separating the different areas.

“On your left and on your right, you can see a vast variety of treetops. Pines, birches, spruces, beeches and maple. Further in the distance, all kinds of nuts and fruit trees, even some from planets far, far away. Inedible for us, but Aliens love them.”

“This is absurd! How large is this territory? Can we even call it a room?”

“Two square kilometers of nothing but trees, machinery and constantly fertilized soil. The rate at which they grow on Earth is nothing compared to here. It’s like they speed up time. Working here is tough, because the carbon dioxide levels are increased to make the trees be more healthy and efficient.”

In awe of Yena’s quick, precise answers and her incredible knowledge, you can’t help but interrupt her avalanche of teachings and tree names:

“Yena, stop for a second please. I—wow, I’m stunned! How do you know all of this? Did you work here? And in the Kitchen as well?”

A faint blush hits her soft-looking cheeks, but unlike female characters in most media, she does not hide the redness behind timid hands. No, Yena looks straight ahead, at you, and gives her answer with a smile:

“No, I worked somewhere entirely different. I was just told to give you a tour for your new jobs, so I asked for a Helper with information and learned everything by heart. I made sure to memorize the tree names, the sizes, the numbers—”

“J-Just to show me all of this? How long did—”

“For about four hours in the last two days. I did not have that much time after work left.”

Utterly perplexed by Yena’s intelligence and work ethic, you sink back into your seat and decide to not interrupt her further. Somehow you get the feeling that she deserves your full attention for this effort; her bubbly voice makes it easy to listen to her for hours. After breathing in the very refreshing air from above the green leaves, you set up a great scene for her in your mind.

“Please Yena, continue!”

She mentions the wood chipper, the plant research centers, the humans working in a large number of different fields, the experiments with temperature, and you always nod your head at the movement of her lips, until darkness engulfs the tube-shaped train again.

“Last but not least, we enter Engine Room 101. Here you will be tasked with cleaning duties. They can range from swinging the good old broom or maneuvering high-end machinery from the 22nd century. It is important that you wear a special safety suit when you get too close to these bright engines with purple bolts of lightning. The radiation could severely hurt you and shrink your testicles. And no one wants that of course.”

Yena grins with the tip of her tongue peaking out from the corner of her mouth, as she looks in between your barely-parted legs and then directly at you. A roll of your eyes, but then you play along and raise your eyebrows. From then on out, it is basically just a festival of flirting between the two of you, with Yena giving occasional explanations about the rather dark and dull setting.

“Cleaning this place must be a horrendous chore,” you sigh, seeing corridors with needless nooks and crannies, bizarre consoles with countless switches and buttons, and weak lamps with blue light and a flicker.

“But cleaning this is definitely not a chore,” Yena giggles sultrily and points at her crotch. A surge of blood travels down your neck, chest, and abdomen, making your head slightly lighter and your other head slightly harder. One annoyingly long sequence of darkness, and you return back to Station 3-Y-E or arrive at another station—it looks the same, so you cannot be certain.

What’s certain is your hand clenching Yena’s and dragging her to the next wall. Pinned between you and the sleek white surface, she stares at you from below. You inspect her expression—pouty duck lips like she is gonna quack any moment, and sparkling, needy pupils.

“I suppose my personal guide is also my new co-actress?” you ask sarcastically, and with Yena’s shown intellect, she of course understands it instantly.

“I hope you have a good idea. Make it fun, like the other times you did it.”

“And you are really fine with getting filmed and stuff?”

“Yeah. It’s not going to end up on Earth anyways, right?”

“Right.”

“So let’s get to it, Mister Pornstar.”

#

Ms. Duck. It is not her real name, of course, but all the students call her that during breaks or in private. The reason is her lips. All throughout the school, everyone can recognize them in a matter of seconds. And so, a nickname for one of the most beloved teachers was born—or rather, predetermined. Until today, it was also a well-kept secret among your peers, but you blew it. During a lesson in Biology, you did not pay attention as usual, so when Ms. Choi called upon your name, the veil was lifted.

Ms. Duck. It is what you called her. On accident, while fumbling for words to explain the purpose of whatever-the-fuck a mitochondria is. The answer was completely wrong and instead of a ‘Miss Choi’ you said, ‘Miss Duck.’

The groans, boos, and laughs of your classmates still ring in your ear while you sit on a small uncomfortable chair in front of Ms. Choi’s desk with her seated opposite you. She nods steadily, redundant is her every motion. You dare not speak a word. Nothing you can think of can take you out of this utmost unpleasant situation.

A blank stare on the ground before you, your gaze completely averted from her, yet you feel her eyes dig into your skull to punish you for your disrespectfulness. This humiliating chagrin does not seem to have an end. Perhaps you should fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness, or be honest, or find a good lie.

Suddenly, you feel fingers on your chin raising your head to look at your teacher in front of you. You press down the loudest gulp imaginable and hide your trembling hands in the gap between your knees. 

“Miss Duck? Really?”

“I-I’m so-sorry, Miss Choi.”

“Be honest with me: Is it because of my lips?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Do you want to know what these lips can do?”

It is rather typical for a teacher to ask her students questions. Atypical is her behavior: Tickling fingers glide up and down your thigh while her mouth closes the distance rapidly, her hot breath drying out your speechless tongue even further. Her lids are already closed, yours wide open in shock. She huffs teasingly:

“Do you?”

Soft, slick lips crash onto yours. A sloppy, succulent tongue invades your mouth. The sweet sensation of your teacher's kiss removes all reason. It’s getting more and more blurry inside your mind. It’s getting harder and harder to resist your urges. It’s getting hotter and hotter throughout your body.

But why should you care about your state of mind? Why should you resist the irresistible? Why should you not embrace the burning flames, especially the one in your pants?

Yena—your teacher’s first name is of course not a secret to you—grabs the hem of your jeans and recklessly opens the belt to discard it on the floor, while you roam her back impatiently before ridding her of the now-unnecessary, blocking attire. Pleased by your newfound desire, she hums into the kiss, adding her lewd thoughts along the way:

“Yeah, you like what these lips can do, don’t you?”

“Oh, I want to see what else they can do, Miss Duck.”

“You naughty boy! Show me how much you really want to see it.”

Without another thought—although there wasn’t even a first to begin with, if you were being honest—one of your hands forces the small woman to kneel in the gap your parted legs form, while the other pulls your jeans down further. After a moan of surprise, she accepts her place with grace and fulfills your task for you. Your throbbing cock grows into the empty space while she enjoys the sight, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a perfect circle.

“What a nice hole your ducky lips can form, Miss Duck. I will have to test their usefulness with my tool.”

“Please do! Don’t hold back!”

Yeah, like she needed to say that. Her cunt is probably wet from you calling her this stupid nickname, but you’re going to test first if she is equally wet in her upper orifice. Stand up from your seat and plow into her in one motion, and lean back, mirroring that one tower somewhere in Europe.

Losing track of the location is the least of your worries: The duckling sucks with such ferociousness that you feel a premature ejaculation approach faster and stronger than a tsunami. A quick pull out from your doom, then you slap her cheeks and—of course—lips with your hot rod.

“You are so fucking needy, huh?”

Yena nods, not hiding her arousal.

“You like your face fucked, huh?”

More nods, even faster now.

“You don’t even want me to look at your exposed, toned body, with ample breasts and a leaking slit. No, you just want to get cock in your mouth, to cum even more juice on the floor.”

She only nods, up and down.

“Pathetic to let your student do this. What would others think if they knew I did this to you?”

This is grabbing her hair roughly and shooting your hips forward. It buries your cock deep in her, but not too long. This is a loop that keeps you stimulated but does not make you cum too early. The back of her throat is like a switch for her tear ducts, but they produce faster than you can pump into Yena’s face. This is also indulging in the mess you make of her. Spit and sweat slide down her slender body, staining tits, abs and thighs along the way.

Her pussy tries to rival her tear ducts as she spurts out droplets of liquid with each of your attacks. It’s like her entire body wants to get fucked all over, which makes you consider changing things up. But Yena’s euphoric sounds—the rare gags mixed with her attempts to hum sound like quacks—keep you locked in this pistoning motion. Dick in, dick out.

“How many cocks did you have in there? Your gag reflex only works—fuck—sporadically. Maybe I can finish it off.”

The constant fucking of your enormous length over her warm tongue into her tight throat does not change, but you slowly move forward, making her take more cock for a longer time. She tries to adjust, but you hold her in place and leave yourself to stay warm. Warmth for you is terrifying panic for her.

“Choke on it a little more, my little duck. Let’s end your gag reflex. I’ll—holy shit—even give you a reward.”

When she hears the word reward, Yena loosens. The choking and tears might be violent, but you will not let her die. Of course not. Such talent, beauty, and wits should not be wasted. Although you hate pulling out of the amazing sensation of her clenching and squeezing you, it is for the better.

Yena immediately starts to cough and spit everywhere, her pale body now bent in the other direction, her hair grazing your balls and her hands on your shins. Worry for her well-being reaches the last part of your brain that still has humanity—the rest is just a haze of lust.

“Are you good, Miss Choi? Did I go too—”

“N-No. M-More. My r-reward.”

Yena finishes her coughing fit and smiles at you. The mess you made of her makes you feral, but she seems to absolutely dig it—so you’re going to dick her. The desk is fitting for your idea, so you pick Yena up—her perfectly-fit legs are a surprise—and bend her over the table, ass sticking out and one leg resting on the top.

“Let’s see what these other lips can do, shall we, Miss Duck?”

A hoarse chuckle from Yena before she wiggles her butt closer to you. Then you pin her down and go full-on pound town on her, thrusting into her experienced core. Although she most likely had her fair share of sex in the past, she still feels amazing, her tight cavern wraps around your shaft, similar to her lips. Yena looks back at you, a lip bite and seductive glance are all you need to know.

You part your legs slightly and pump harder with your hips—the sound of your crotch on her small, adorable butt lewd and loud. However, it still is not enough to finally push her over the edge, so you grab her waist and use her like a fleshlight. Her light body is easily movable, and her infinite source of juices coats your shaft, and you slip in and out of her easily.

Yena moans and screams when she climaxes, but you don’t pay attention to her, only you’re chasing your pleasure through the lingering question of morality. Only when Yena starts to pound the table like you do her, you realize how overstimulated she is. Waves of girl cum look like cleaning stains on the table and floor. She whimpers.

Three long thrusts, you pull out, stroking another three times and finally releasing all of the tension with thick loads of sperm, covering her small back. The constant, broken record of feral thoughts in your brain comes to a halt. The last thing you feel is your cum leaving your tip, and this overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. Your mind might as well be in Nirvana.

Yet it is on Horizon, somewhere in the solar system. And in Nirvana, you would not drop to the ground and pass out from… whatever. 

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[raggaraddy]

hello if you want you can ignore this of course but I was wondering what would vampire Hoseok do if he found out someone turned oc? Your fics are amazing by the way!

Bitten to death

A/N: Thank you for your request :) It was fun to write. However I took it less as a reaction, and more of a story prompt. So it's not exactly a conclusive answer to your question. I hope you still like it, though ^-^ 💜💜💜

Summary: You thought you knew everything about Vampires but when you wake up one you learn there are some important things you did not know. And it's only going to let worse once you learn why you were turned.

Trigger Warnings: Blood, death, maiming, choking, violence, mind control, abduction, yandere themes.

Vampire! Hoseok

It was like a horror story within your already horrific story. Some man you've never met before broke into Hoseok's house when only you were there. While you screamed and fought and instinctively called for Hoseok, he covered you in bites unlike any other you had felt before. Ones that made you suffer as if fire was coursing through your veins. You wish that you could say you were strong enough that your fight had some kind of impact. But in truth, it was over after only a few seconds. And it was in those few seconds that you felt your chest burning and your breath fill your lungs for the last time.

Waking you're met by the stranger hovering above you. Your head aching and your body throbbing in ways you had never experienced before. With a quick glance, you can see everything around you, and that does mean everything. Every single little detail. And the information is overwhelming.

Your mind feels as if it's breaking from everything you're taking in. For as far as you can see there are pallets and long isles of shelves lined up, the contents on every rack crystal clear. You can hear the sound of his shoes on the concrete and the dirt gritting underneath, and how each peak of sound travels and bounces off the farthest point in the warehouse. Even the smells, there are hundreds of them all hitting you at once. A few you know like the fragrance of the treated wood or the oils stain, but others you couldn't guess at. It's as if all of your senses are on high and you have no way to focus them.

Despite your panic, no matter how much you want to run, you can't. Laying on your back with your arms spread out to either side of you and your legs held together, you're being bound by the thinnest most delicate length of silver chain. Though, it's not tied. It's only draped over you, but still holding you as if it were stronger than any steel. Burning you as if it were touched by the sun.

You may have only seen a few newly made vampires before, but you have still been around them enough and know enough about their existence to recognize how and why your body feels wrong. And absurdly you can't help but feel betrayed. This was not supposed to happen to you. It was the only safety you got from belonging to someone who was called The Immortal King, and The Origin of Cruelty. No one was supposed to be foolish enough to steal from him, and most importantly, no one was supposed to be able to hurt you. But now because Hobi didn't keep you safe, he's now lost his blood supply and you've lost your humanity.

The stranger snaps his fingers, the sound bursting in your eardrums making you groan and wince as he repeats it. "Focus your attention on just this one sound. On just the sight of my hand. Feel the air around it." He coaxes you, snapping again. The noise echos dozens of times, ricocheting off every wall. The dull thud of his fingertips hitting his palm only sounding the once though.

Opening your eyes your concentration goes to the hand held above your face as he said, the space around it blurring. On the back of his pointer finger on an otherwise porcelain complexion, you notice a small patch of dry skin just below his knuckle. Clear blue-black defined veins wrapping the back of his palm. He clicks his fingers again and you catch the sound of friction from the way his finger rubs down his thumb, feeling the most minuscule shift in the air created by his motion.

The pinpointed attention helps for a moment, but then you shift your eyes to his face and the explosion of information overpowers you again. His hold comes around your neck keeping your head from turning. The tight pressure on your throat while stifling your movement, nearly makes you smile. There's no airflow to restrict. Your chest isn't heating, your body isn't convulsing trying to breathe. Even in this tense moment, you can't help but find it humorous, thinking how many times over the years had you wished for this exact thing when Hobi had squeezed the air from you.

"Watch my eyes," on his words your vision becomes immersed in them. They're piercing blue. Made up of streaks of white interlacing with a clear sapphire shade, like thousands of threads made out of the purest tropical ocean. A transparent irregular line encircling his pupil, and beyond that every distinct strand blurs together with the others until it reaches the shadowed grey edge that holds the circular shape. Slowly his jet black pupils dilate, stretching and filling his entire iris till every trace of colour is removed. As if transfixed, you're unable to close your own eyes, a flooding of bright light filling your field of view. The strength of it is so intense that the tendons in your sockets ache and your eyes begin to water. Tears rolling down the sides of your face, cresting in your ears.

"Apologies, you are only my second." He confuses you with a vague explanation you did not ask for. The black finally receding into its natural size. Your own eyes scrunching as you try to blink away the soreness. The bizarre occurrence leaving you feeling drained of strength, filling you with anxiety caused by the uncertainty, which is only worsened by the glimmer of triumph in his gaze.

Searching past him to the ceiling your brain is again processing the whole image instead of the sum of its parts. The strain in your head slowly fading, your tight held muscles releasing as everything begins to normalize. You don't know what he did, but it seemed to help.

He doesn't back away, continuing to invade your personal space. Although, the way his fingers are trailing along your skin while you're restrained on the floor is still not the worst thing he has done to you. Seeing as he killed you.

"I had almost given up hope that Jung Hoseok would love." His hand daintily caresses along your neck and up your jaw. Your eyes shutting as his fingertips run over your lips. "I began to fear it might not be something possible for him." He divulges, his touch still aimlessly wandering.

The way he speaks you can feel his vailed anger. Despite his soft words, this is not someone who cares about Hoseok's wellbeing, this is someone who hates him deeply.

"However, you restored my lost faith. And for that, I would like to thank you, Inamorata."

He thinks Hoseok loves you? Is he crazy?. He's possessive of you, that is all. Even in moments of deception or weakness when you had told him that you loved him, he's never said it back with any sincerity. And he has never said it of his own accord.

"Sir," your eyes reopen. "I think you've misunderstood. These," you weakly gesture to the silver, each slight movement searing the links deeper into your flesh. "aren't necessary. We are on the same side. I hate Hobi, more than anyone."

"Truly?" He asks tilting his head to the side. His white hair messily hanging across his forehead.

"Yes," you nod trying to insist your point. "He's kept me locked up for years." you chuckle dryly. Finding it nearly risible that all of this is because this man believes in a fantasy.

"Well then, you are free to rise," he nods resolutely. Plucking the chains out of your melted skin as you grit your teeth. The sound of the sizzle on his own skin baffling you as to how he can even lift them.

Sitting up you gently pull your limbs in, inspecting the blistered and bloody marks. The skin on your wrists already starting to intricately knit itself back together.

"Come here." The stranger calls from a rested place on one of the pallets to your right.

Standing, it is a bit hard to walk with your ankles still cut up but you make it to him decently. Looking around you, you can see the sun streaming in from the high windows that line the whole length of the warehouse. It's enough to light up the otherwise dark space, but with the sheer size of this place, the beams of sunlight do not get close to the two of you in the centre. Still in the middle of the day, it means Hobi can't get to you. Not easily at least. So you're on your own for now.

"Kneel." He instructs plainly. And you follow, lowering onto your knees in front of him. Your only thoughts are of escape. You may be in your first minutes as a vampire, but it should be simple to move quickly. It always seemed like something that came easily to them. "Inamorata, you will call me Master." he declares abruptly.

"Yes, Master." You smile confusedly. Inamorata? Why does he keep calling you that? You're unsure if it's a name or a title, but it's weirding you out.

Your face drops, your heart thumping, realizing what you said. The words you just spoke replaying in your head. You hadn't meant to say that.

Why did you say that?

In fact, why had you knelt? Why were you doing what he said at all?

With a gaped mouth you climb back to your feet. "Look, I think-um." You start not knowing what you want to say.

"Kneel." He orders again more forcefully yet with a knowing, jovial smirk. You shake your head hard, staying upright. You're not going to let him order you around. He has to be kidding.

Your brows furrow, your mouth drops open, and your forehead tightens as your knees bend against your wishes. You drop back into your knelt position. Grunting as your jaw clenches, your fingers digging into your legs, doing your best to resist without success.

Your eyes go wide in shock.

"Good. Now stay there," his voice makes your stomach drop. But your muscles relax, your shoulders dropping and your bottom lowering on your calves. Your body resting in this position.

This is nothing you have ever seen before. It's nothing that you knew was possible. It shouldn't be possible. On top of all the horrible advantages they already have, you're sure you would have known if mind control was one of them!

"How?" You gape, shaking your head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Why?" a smile fills his face, "What you have told me is far different than what I had heard." He stands and turns, tapping his foot against the top pallet sending it and its boxed contents flying. He grabs at the bottom slats of wood underneath and drags them closer to you with a horrid screeching on the concrete. Sitting back down he is now much lower and much nearer to you. So much so that his legs spread straight out on either side of you. "See, I had heard stories of the self-proclaimed King of Vampires, who had fallen in love with his human pet. That he kept her close, kept her safe, and drank from her exclusively."

"That's not love." you interrupt with a scoff, "That's imprisonment."

"Well, let us see what the truth is. Tell me honestly, Jung Hoseok's little Inamorata, do you love him?"

"Yes." You're mouth answers before your mind has time to think. "No!" you instantly correct.

The smile grows larger on his face "And what do you feel about him?"

"I'm scared of him. But I care for him." The words are pouring out of you uncontrollably, your face placifying as you speak. "and I miss him when he isn't home."

"And does he love you?"

"I think so, yes." You wish you could make yourself shut up! Your calm tone drops and you bite your jaw trying to take back your own body, growling as you do. "No! He doesn't." you snarl in a rapid shift.

"You think so? Then my last question; Do you want him to love you?" He asks satirically.

"Yes," The word slips out. Being accepted joyously from him. "You can't just make me say anything you want!" you shout. Your body is rigid and stiff as you think to stand with nothing happening.

"I did not," he chuckles, "I made you say what you believe is true."

"No, you didn't! Tha-" his finger raises to his lips shushing you, cutting you off like your voice had disappeared.

That is not how you feel! Hobi may have gotten better as time has gone on, but he is still cruel and malicious and heartless. The only thing this man is doing is speaking to your primal brain. The part of you that gave into its survival instinct and it's the part that you fight every day to repress so that you stay in control. You can't love him, it's not possible.

"Ha, you are far more amenable than my last. I can hardly feel any resistance." He mocks, tapping his temple. "And I recall Jung Hoseok trying to move heaven and earth to break free. Even Mansueto struggled to contain him. But you," he reaches down holding out his hand and you follow his gesture, your body moving independently to accept it. "You are a broken little thing."

You don't understand his ridicule. You're not moving consciously. Your own mind isn't connected to your actions. So you can't fathom how your body is even reacting, let alone how you should be able to fight it.

"Stop." You complain, your voice coming out with far less strength than you had intended. "Look, Hoseok doesn't have my blood anymore, okay. So just leave me out of whatever fucked up feud you have you have going with him."

"No, that is not enough." his tone becomes suddenly harsh. He lifts his hand and you stand as he raises it. "He stole someone precious to me and he must feel the same agony of loss."

"You're wrong." you swallow, working to overcome your nerves, "I'm sorry, but you just are. He doesn't love me. I'm not precious." You try to reason, seeing your pleas falling on an unreceptive man.

"We will see."

The sun has barely set before you hear commotion beyond the metal walls.

You had tried over and over to pry information from this man, to convince him to let you leave. But you were unable to gather so much as a name from him, and clearly, you failed to be let go. After a certain point of ignoring you, he stopped you from speaking altogether. Not allowing you to say a word until he permits it. More than that though, he filled your head with many instructions. Telling you how to behave in anticipation of Hoseok's arrival.

100 meters in front of you the locked doors are ripped off their hinges, a dozen men and women pouring into the warehouse with inhuman speed. But as if time slows down your eyes adjust and you can see them, see their movements with full clarity. Hoseok comes in last and straight down the middle into the open square that you all occupy. And you must admit, you are genuinely happy to see him. Now you just want him to hurry up and get you out of here.

The man steps forward to meet them while you are sat on the stack of pallets behind him. Your only instruction at this time is to sit quietly and wait for him to call you. Hating the feeling of being restrained by your own body.

Watching them all lineup versus a single man, you find it comical how outmatched he is.

Hobi always said that when he got tired of playing with your human body, he was going to turn you. And he was furious if anyone robbed him of even your smallest reactions, so clearly, he was going to be beyond pissed that someone sped up his plan, and took your death away from him.

"That's mine," Hoseok puffs up his chest, looking past the man's shoulder to you. 

The only thing that's confusing you, though, is if this man knows who The Vampire King is, why he didn't expect to be met with hell on earth, and why he didn't prepare better.

"Jung Hoseok, always so impolite. Do you not think you should greet an old friend after so many years?"

"We can talk all you like, Kol," Hoseok snarls, finally giving a name to your killer. "Once I get my property back."

"I think you'll find this is my belonging now." he chuckles in a brief pause. Hoseok's expression darkens, his eyes becoming murderous. The fury around him actually making you shiver. "Do you like the modifications I made? She is much more durable now."

Supposedly, Hobi's already noticed your change, because he doesn't look at you again. Instead, the two men have an intense staredown. All of the vampires on his side looking ready to kill on a word.

"And far more obedient. Come here," Kol calls you, holding his hand out at shoulder height for you to take. Moving automatically, you jump down from the stack of wooden pallets placing your fingers on his palm.

Unable to stand the rage on Hoseok's face you look down, just missing the exact moment he charges. But you see an instant later as he is thrown back like a paper doll into four stories of shelves, his weight bringing the metal, the shelves, and the products down on top of him as the whole structure collapses. His men looking as startled as you to see Hoseok so easily discarded.

Before the toppling construction settles, Kol breaks from your side and an incredible, horrible scene breaks out. His speed is something you can't follow, even now. You only see the trail of destruction when he stops. One after the other, he made his way through half of the vampires, ripping them apart. Literally tearing some in two halves. Decorating the square with blood and innards.

The others are as belated and overwhelmed as you, only just having the sense to react as his blurred image stops. When he advances again, this time he doesn't use his quickness for an advantage and simply ploughs through them. They attack all at once, and still as they grab and strike at him, their forces barely move him. And his response is terrifying.

You can only bear to watch the first one. Kol's fist driving through a woman's chest, the horrid cracking of her ribs as he tears it back out making you want to scream. But his orders have you completely silent. Instead, you close your eyes, sealing your hands over your ears. Trying to block out the violent sickening sounds of his destructive rampage.

There's a last thud before it falls quiet again. Your eyes springing open to see as horrific of a sight as you had imagined. He's dripping in blood. Drenched in it. And Hoseok's people are strewn in every which way. Not a single one having survived.

Sauntering through the sea of dead bodies, he makes his way to the side where Hoseok is unmoved, tossing away the beams and panels as if they were nothing. Grabbing him by the ankle, he drags him from the rubble into the clear space in front of you. The man you once thought of as the most powerful in existence, and his troupe of vampires, was completely demolished in mere seconds of work. And you can only watch on with your body shaking. Your hopes of rescue decimated. Your chest aching with worry, even for Hobi's sake.

"Now that it's a more intimate number of us, should we talk?" Kol releases him, brushing past you as he sits where you had before. His action triggering an instruction he provided earlier, forcing you to follow him and kneel at his feet.

Sitting up, Hoseok rubs the back of his hand against a large gash under his eye. The ferocity not having left his mannerisms. "You disappear for 90 years, and you show up to what, gimmie a blood bath." His laugh falls into a grimace as he stands himself back up.

"I was created in the 13th century and you brought infants to a fight with me. What did you think would happen?" Kol asks scornfully.

"I was hoping they would do a little better," He smirks, shrugging off their deaths. "Okay, that's my bad. But still, that doesn't tell me what you want. Or did you just want to remind me that you're still alive?" He taunts, his sardonic nature returning, "Remind me that you're still pissed and you can kick my ass. Good job. You put on quite a show." he smiles, his tongue running over his fangs as he gestures around at the gruesome display. "But she," he points to you with two fingers, bitterness lacing his next words, "is worth nothing to you."

"Oh, she is worth everything to me," Kol slides forward, his hand brushing down the back of your neck, "because she is worth everything to you."

On those words, you get the most heart-wrenching sight. A pang of insecurity shows up in Hoseok's eyes. Uncertainty and something so close to fear. The smile fading as he looks him up and down.

"I am curious, though, Vampire King, do you think she will detest the Sire bond as greatly as you did?" he punctuates the question, tugging your head back by your hair. "If I treat her as Mansueto treated you, how long do think until she breaks?"

With immense speed, Hoseok splinters one of the wooden crates near him, lunging at Kol, aiming to drive the shard into his heart with a roar. But he's caught before his hand ever plunges forward. Instead, Kol takes the sharp wood and spikes it into Hoseok's stomach. Continuing to dominate him with a solid blow, knocking him off his feet, smacking him into the concrete in front of you. Stepping down, he swings his foot punting Hoseok in the chest hurling him back among the remains of his fallen creations.

You had thought if you ever saw Hobi being handled as roughly as he treated you, that you would enjoy the Karma of it. But seeing him so easily immobilized is making you sick with fear and mostly sadness.

With Kol having stood, you're no longer bound on your knees and you scramble to your feet. You want to run to Hoseok's side but before you have the chance Kol drags you into him, his hand wrapped around your waist, his other crudely brushing the hair from off the side of your face.

"Call out to him. Tell him your every feeling." He hushes the order in your ear.

"Hobi!" you yell, not sure you would have even needed to be compelled to want to shout for him. "Get up, please. I'm scared. I wanna go home!"

"Go to him," Kol releases you and you sprint to his side, hardly able to slow your sudden frantic speed.

Doubled over Hoseok is bleeding profusely. He needs your blood- but you can't do that anymore. And you have no idea what to do. You don't know how to help him or how to get out of here. He's the one that is supposed to keep you safe.

Coming from behind you, Kol bends down shoving you out of the way to lift Hoseok by the throat. "Stop!" you follow their movement, hanging on Kol's arm. "Stop! Please." But you have no effect. Instead, he jerks the wood dagger out making Hobi yell in pain.

"Do you recall what you said as you killed our Sire?" Kol whispers maliciously. "You told me that 'I will get over it'." Releasing him, he lets Hoseok plummet to the floor and you drop with him trying to catch his weight. "In 100 years from now, I'll let you see her again and you can tell me if you were able to take your own advice." he smiles spitefully.

"Hobi," you whine lowly. Brushing his hair from his sweat and blood wet forehead. "I don't want to go with him. Rather the devil you know, right," you softly chuckle, trying to pull his energy back.

Even though you know the both of you have no chance at the moment, you guess you're just looking for an affirmation that he isn't going to let you go and let this other man keep you for the next century.

"Please," you whisper, your waterline filling with tears.

Reaching towards you, Hoseok's hand constricts around your throat, pulling you into him like he has countless times before.

"You're mine," he growls through pained grunts. His anger lessened, distress replacing it. But he gives you the answer he could see you searching for.

"Yes," you nod subtly. Closing your eyes as you lean further into his hold.

"Get up," Kol orders, interrupting you.

Despite his tightening grip, you pull away from Hobi, standing as you were told. The elder vampire taking your arm leads you away through the bodies to the open doorway.

"Say goodbye Jung Hoseok," Kol calls back, leaving him injured and alone, making you wish more than ever that you could pull back. "And do not worry, I'll take very good care of her for you."

[reigenhusband]

Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?" 

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing. 

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?" 

The blonde twitched.

 "W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire. 

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure." 

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones. 

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it. 

Maybe he really was scared. 

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here. 

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever? 

Was he really going to cut it as a husband? 

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him. 

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?" 

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last. 

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited. 

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important." 

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"  

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with 

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance. 

"I really believe you'll take care of each other." 

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it. 

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one." 

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!" 

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?" 

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with. 

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!" 

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this. 

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully. 

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear. 

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?" 

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach. 

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety. 

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!" 

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time. 

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!" 

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever." 

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!" 

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!" 

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort.  "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?" 

"Good at what, exactly?" 

"Being married." 

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant. 

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really." 

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league." 

 "Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?" 

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with." 

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?" 

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either. 

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off." 

I'm annoying???  That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it? 

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief. 

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in. 

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain." 

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off. 

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say. 

But he came through when it mattered. 

"Hey Dimple?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

"Thanks." 

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time." 

He stood and dusted himself off. 

"Welp. Here goes everything."