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ironbatpaperturtle · 5 days

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PT 4: Time travel AU

Adam smirked watching as Eve held the staff with confidence. The supposed callouses on her hand from wielding the weapon remains undetected. Adam would have to thank Eden for the immediate regeneration and the 'no concept of pain'.

It helped when they'd spare and Adam accidentally gets carried away, resulting in cuts and bruises littering Eve's freckled skin. Adam thinks that he should feel guilty. But honestly? Earth was unforgiving.

The animals that used snuggle up to them in Eden turned bloodthirsty, illneses everyday, fuck-ass vicious weather, poisonous food. Point is . You won't get out of it unscratched.

He'll make it that if she ever chooses free will over him then she'd thrive. Even if she ends up hating him for leaving her. It doesn't matter. Adam deserves to live a lavish life. Everyone else are just piles of shit Adam needs to overcome.

Speaking of shit, Adam can feel the gaze of a specific piece of shit from the trees. He's been extra sticky today, really, genuinely, like a pile of hardened shit that got stuck in between the cracks of a shoe.

How many times has he said shit?

"Eve, sweetie, come here" Adam hummed, Eve, ever the submissive wife, placed the staff down and stood next to Adam. The cuts she recently developed quickly fading away.

"You go get us some pears and berries, I'll clean up" Eve nodded at the order, walking away, but not before kissing Adam on the cheek. He watched as she went through the trees.

Once out of sight Adam's gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto the hiding snake. There it was, coiled in the shadows, with its slithering, slimy presence. Nasty

What Adam would trade for a day of normalicy. Fucking cunt has been on their necks for a while, 3 times he'd try to tattle on Adam, none obviously succesful since he's still in Eden kicking ass with Eve.

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"Fuck" Adam silently cursed watching as Eve played with the lion instead of hitting its weak spots like Adam's taught her. The other lion Adam used as an example layed immobalized beneath his feet.

He sighed and crouched down to hit the lion's pressure spots. The lion, Lyah, shook herself out of the trance, pacing in circles to move her limbs before climbing on top of Adam to lick his face.

Adam crouched down, barely stopping the lion from licking him "Sorry, girl," his face was practically covered in sticky lion saliva.

Lyah, seemed utterly unfazed by the mess and instead, continued to loll her tongue out happily.

"Okay okay I get it" Adam giggled, well not giggled, snorted. Wiping the excess saliva from his face, he gently pat Lyah's head. Despite the unexpected shower of affection, Adam's really glad that the animals aren't jumping on him for the sole prospect of eating him.

"Adam"

Show time bitch. Adam turned to Michael, presenting a grin, behind Michael was a bunch of citrus trees. Adam could spot a cockatiel sitting ontop them. And Adam would bet his balls that it's Lucifer.

"Michael I've discovered something about lions!" Adam waved him over waiting for Michael to crouch down, shamelessly he took Michael's ungloved (thank god) hand using it to rub Lyah's stomach

"It's so soft and smooth but a different kind of smooth" Adam didn't forget to make his voice high pitched, like a kid making an obvious observation.

Adam noted at how Eve watched them in wonder. Manipulation at its finest babe

"And now touch me" okay well . . . just ignore that

He led Michael's hand to his chest, intently watcing as the angels poker face cracked, barely, still a win. Good, Lucifer probably said something abput Adam paralyzing the lion, he could work with this, he could fake this.

"Do you feel the difference?" Adam hummed keeping his voice low, dragging the hands that were directly on his chest to the underside, the angels thumb almost in-contact with the first mans nipple.

". . .Yes"

"Good" Adam directed Michaels hand back to Lyah, this time he made it go from the stomach to her head

"Her hair's completely different from mine and Eve's!" from the corner of his eye he could see Eve twiddling with her hair, following the observations.

"Feel me again!" again ignore that

The angels left hand was back too pressing itself on Adam's chest, his right hand was on Adam's hair, their hands intertwined.

"Feel the difference again?" hushed and low, added with a tilted head. At such a small distance Adam could see how the stars below the angels eye and forehead glowed blue, weird wasnt it usually yellow? Is that how they blush?

". . . Yes"

Adam grinned, well internally grinned, an evil one too. He knows how much angels get flustered over basic hand holding. The Lucifer he knew certainly was. And it seems like this one was no different.

Silently he made the hands go back to Lyah, sorry girl, hands still interwined he used the angels hands into pressing the pressure points. Lyah, who was basking from the affection froze, immobalized.

"And when I press here they also go like this!" Eugh, how long does Adam have to keep pretending, shits turning stale real fast.

Michael didn't react to the lion he immobalized. The stars dotted on his face were still blue, eyes intently where Adams hands were.

Now Adam wasn't a psychic, he can't read peoples mind, totally cool if he could though. But he knows that Lucifer's 'accusations' were already squashed, he also knows that behind him, where the citrus trees lay, was Lucifer shit talking him.

And Adam's proffecient in shit talking. A whole PhD or whatever the humans coined in the future, err, past. Again whatever

The point is, Lucifers ruffling up his already fucked up feathers, shit talking him. And its because Adam's playing buddy buddy with the better brother.

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Lucifer couldn't believe it, instead of Adam denying the fact that he paralyzed the lion he made it into an accident. A 'happy' accident at that.

His anger was short lived as Adam's new wife, which he totally did not forget about, shouted. Asking for Adam to let her touch his chest too. Something Lucifer choose to ignore in favor of glaring at how Adam gently smiled at her.

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Lucifer, with a tired sigh and a roll of his shoulder, shifted back to his form. He'd rather go back outside Eden before he gets another look of dissapointment from Michael, or a scolding from Sera.

Banishment from Eden wasn't bad, Lucifer could still sneak in. His access to Heaven was still granted. And well, he still has

"Lucifer"

"Lilith" Lucifer called out with sigh flying towards Lilith, using his arms and wings to hold her.

"Were you able to expose Adam?"

"Ah. . . no he keeps" outsmarting me "he's charming my brother and Sera"

Liliths hold on Lucifer tigthened "I see, well, its not your fault. Sooner or later Adam would crack, especially if he doesn't have a companion"

Oh right, Lucifer was so distracted by Adam that he completely forgot. Shifting his wings he carefully let go of Lilith.

"Actually, Adam has a new wife"

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#hastagCringe #me: I thought you said you'll work extra hard to the point you get flustered?#Also me: I said that?#no but genuinely I wanted them to be soo sweet or well unintentionally sweet but now it's just mehh #Maybe its just my standards but how I wrote it was lowkey mid #I was never much of a fluff person anyways #I tend to read those instead #Adam's Time travel era #guitarhero #did I like this? no but do I hate it? also no #so its a win-win #okay so you guys wont be able to see me for atleast a couple of days #or a week since I need to study dont miss me too much

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theneighborhoodwatch · 5 months

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okay this is fucking ridiculous.

@artblockedgremlin @angel-lyah @cloudysunflowr @catnix328 @elliot-maggot @cyanwyrmy @cloudy-dreams @finikpao @permo2003 have any of you guys been getting a HUGE influx of bot followers lately? or have any idea what to do besides just blocking + reporting? i notice these blogs always tend to follow a couple other bots and then the same handful of people who are all known for posting about welcome home.

#public notice

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casspurrjoybell-28 · 5 months

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 44 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Oh God, another Omega in heat?" Tristan groans and I glare at him.

Lylah crosses her arms, eyeing him up and down with a disapproving look.

"I don't remember inviting you, big guy, so you can shove it."

He snarls at her and she growls back.

"My mate could beat your ass," she tells him.

"I'd like to see her try," Tristan bites back.

She just scoffs, grabbing my hand and leading us away from him as he rolls his eyes at her in disinterest.

We wait there for Wren, Lylah updating me on Yvonne's football training.

"She's really been getting better. I feel like she could go pro..."

"Hey guys," Wren emerges, walking over, greeting both Lylah and I with a faint smile.

He looks kind of exhausted, which is understandable if he's in heat but he's gorgeous as ever, his long silky black hair framing his small brown face and dark eyes.

But he freezes in place when he spots something behind us.

I realize that he's seen Tristan, who stands a few feet away.

Oh, I forgot they haven't met yet.

Wren must be confused, not knowing who he is.

So I look to the alpha, ready to introduce them to each other when I realize he's stopped as well, his eyes glowing to his wolf.

At first I think something is wrong,but then I realize his eyes are intently trained on Wren.

They stare at each other for a moment, the air completely still around them.

"Mate," Tristan growls, canines flashing.

Wren looks faint, mouth slack with shock as he looks at Tristan with wide eyes.

"N-no. That can't be..." he stutters, not realizing the scent of his heat has already involuntarily intensified since meeting Tristan.

His voice mirrors the surprise I feel.

Before anyone has time to say anything, Wren backs away, shaking his head, before turning and sprinting off.

I watch as he shifts into his wolf, disappearing into the trees.

Tristan lets out growl, bones snapping as he shifts as well, his giant auburn-furred wolf bounding after him.

As they leave the clearing, Lylah and I look to each other in shock.

"What the fuck just happened?" she asks me, gaping.

"W-Wren and Tristan are mates."

I put a hand over my mouth, looking at the patch of trees they disappeared into.

"Oh my God. This is crazy."

Lylah grabs me by the shoulders, her expression filled with disbelief.

"Is it fine to leave them be? Will Wren be okay?" she asks worriedly.

I think about it for a second.

"Tristan may be a jerk sometimes but he'd never hurt Wren," I assure her. "Though, I am worried about Wren's reaction. He didn't look too happy."

"Shit, and I still have collect my moms stinky mushrooms! How am I supposed to focus now?" Lyah groans, picking up her basket and I follow after her.

Its best to leave them to figure it outright now.

Finding your mate is a confusing time but I hope those two will work things out.

I'm excited for Wren, of course I am.

But a little, jealous part of me wishes all of us could go back to the time we didn't have mates because the way Tristan chased after him... that's something I'll never have with Daemon again.

He'll never chase me.

Because I lost my importance to him, or maybe he never cared at all.

As Lylah and I continue on through the woods, I can't help the feeling that I'm being watched.

My hair raises, my wolf whining with unease as I slow down, falling behind Lylah.

I hear a rustle behind me and I whip around, nearly shrieking in fright as I spot a large, dark brown wolf hiding in the trees across the clearing.

His eyes glow... watching me, his body completely still now that I caught him in the act.

And I would recognize that wolf anywhere.

"Daemon," I say softly, not believing my eyes.

It's been months.

'Months.'

I don't understand.

Is this an illusion?

Or has he really come back for me?

"Ash," Lylah's voice startles me and I look behind me where she approaches, panting with her hands on her hips.

"Don't wander off like that! You scared me," I ignore her, looking back to the spot where I saw him... only to find that he's gone.

The hole in my heart twinges in pain, my eyes filling with tears.

I knew it was too good to be true.

I must still be dreaming after all.

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My heat is unbearable without my mate to fulfill my needs.

Lylah encouraged me to hoe around but I find the idea completely unappealing.

I don't want to get with strange guys.

And while my body screams for Daemon, my heart is broken.

I hate how I find myself craving him... needing him.

The words he said before he left me are ingrained into my mind, playing on repeat.

They continue to, even after all the time that has passed.

And I guess I'm having hallucinations of him now, too.

I whimper in sadness, as well as horniness as I sprawl on the couch in a tank top and shorts, my body boiling with fever.

I have the back door splayed open, hoping to catch a breeze, but it does little to ease the heat.

My depression is making me listless.

I don't feel like doing anything.

Nothing is fun.

I don't even want to watch my favorite shows and eat M&Ms anymore because those are things I did with him.

Things I'll never do again with my mate.

I sigh, closing my eyes and deciding to try and sleep through the misery.

My heat has tired me out and I find myself falling into a light snooze.

I jolt awake a few hours later, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Something smells good.

Like really, really good.

I jump to my feet, following the scent to Lucien's study... where I find Daemon.

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jtsfavslut · 4 years

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𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞

Description: Being forced to go to a party was a usual thing for Kiana, staying in the After Party however, wasn’t as usual, but what could go wrong when all of your friends are with you and there’s a quick game being played?

Warnings: none yet

Word count: 3k+

“Come Kiki, stop being so responsible, one more party won’t hurt,” your friend Jalyah begged you, you knew it was useless to resist because by the end of the day you would be leaving the house and going directly to that party.

“I have assignments due next week Lyah,” You groaned, fixing the fake reading glasses that were resting upon the bridge of your nose.

“Next week, Kiana, I promise we’ll leave if you want, but just come,” she said snatching your notebook off your desk, causing a loud groan to leave your lips.

“Fine, just let me get dressed, also no parties for me for two weeks,” you said getting up and pushing her out the room.

“Also it’s a YouTube party,” she said while you were in your closet picking out an outfit.

“And you tell me that now,” you shout. It was something about being among cocky, content creators that made you feel uncomfortable.

“I knew you wouldn’t have gone, if I told you. You’ll be fine, they’re all nice and humble,” she explained as you picked out a few items.

“Ok, I’m only doing this because I love you,” you said and heard her laugh then walk away.

After about five minutes, you picked out a pair of black cargo pants, a white cropped tee, some white shoes, and a thrifted Yankee's shirt, got dressed and did your usual makeup routine, and leaving to hair down.

Reference

“Am I driving?” You asked coming out of your room and putting your phone and gloss in your pocket (and that’s on glossy lips bitch)

“I guess, lo que tu quieras (whatever you want),” she shrugged as you nodded your head.

“Of course I will, tu no puedes guiar para nada (you can’t drive for nothing), always al skit crashing and shit,” you laughed and picked up your car keys from the kitchen table.

“True, I won’t deny it, now let’s go or we’ll be even more late,” she said grabbing her purse and walking out the door.

The ride turned out to be around twenty minutes, and it consisted of laughs and the entire Tame Impala discography.

“Well this house is cute,” you said looking at the one-story home Jalyah told you the party was at.

“It’s the twins' house, now come on,” she said and you both got out your car.

The stench of alcohol hit your nose instantly making your stomach churn and your face to scrunch up in disgust.

Jalyah being the extrovert she is, opened the front door rather loudly, putting everyone’s attention on you, then back to their phones.

“Leave it to Jalyah to make an entrance,” a man's voice spoke from behind you as you two walked around the foreign house.

“You know it, Grant,” she said turning around, you following her actions, your eyes landing on the six-foot-something man in front of you.

“Who’s the friend,” he asked his eyes landing on you, making you feel slightly insecure.

“Kiana, she’s shy until you get to know her,” she said nodding towards you, you sent Grant a nod, and put your hands inside your pockets.

“I’m Ethan, Ethan Dolan,” he said putting his hand out for you to shake so you did.

‘Dolan. So he was one of the twins’ you thought to yourself wondering how there could be 2 of this beautifully handcrafted man.

“Kiana, Kiana Rosario,” you sent him a soft smile and put your hand back in your pocket.

“Another Spanish one huh?” He asked and you and Jalyah nodded your heads in response.

“Her first language is Spanish, so she’s more fluent. Where’s Grayson by the way,” Jalyah responded as Ethan nodded then shrugged, not knowing the whereabouts of his brother.

“I’m gonna go get water,” you said and walked to the kitchen you spotted when you first walked in, grabbing a water bottle of the counter, making sure it was closed.

You turned around, propping yourself up in the counter, and taking a sip of your water as you looked around the house.

People drinking, taking pictures of each other, sweat bodies dancing against who the hell knew.

To say this wasn’t your scene, was an obvious statement. You would rather stay home while a good episode of Friends or the Office played, but Jalyah wanted you to enjoy your college life, leading you to this.

“Not enjoying the party?” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice spoke, making you look up from the floor to whoever was in front of you.

To who you were guessing was Ethan’s twin, due to the similar facial structures.

“Party’s good, not my thing tho,” you softly spoke, leaning back on the counter, and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m Grayson, you probably met my twin already,” he nodded his head.

“Kiana, I’m here with Jalyah, who you seem to be familiar with,” you spoke and he nodded his head.

“The other Puerto Rican one right?” He asked as you nodded your head with a smile.

“Yup,” you nodded your head and let out a soft chuckle due to his question.

“Wait, you’re the other Puerto Rican one who hates parties and stuck up people?” He asked as you nodded your head.

“Your’s truly,” you replied and took a sip of your water while keeping eye contact.

“Cool cool,” he muttered.

“You’re not one of those right? The ones with the Porche’s or Tesla’s, flaunting money around like it’s a personality trait.” You asked and he shook his head.

“The flaunting money around? No,” he replied and took a seat next to you on the counter. “I however own a Porche and Ethan owns a Tesla.” He added while you nodded your head.

“Well, you seem cool dude, so you’re Ight,” you said and he laughed.

“How about you? You’re not one of those LA girls, whose only personality trait is shopping and Instagram?” He asked as you shook your head laughing.

“Absolutely not, I love shopping, thrifting is my area of expertise, and I’m a college student, I don’t have time for Social Media,” you answered as he nodded his head.

“Well, you seem cool dude, so you’re ight,” he said mocking what you said earlier causing a loud laugh to fall past your lips.

“Yeah, I’m just your classic Indie kid, that listens to Tame Impala, and Tyler, The Creator,” you shrugged as he looked at you like he saw a ghost.

“Tame Impala is a vibe tho,” he said making you smile.

“It is, but it’s sad that they’re underated.” you said and he agreed.

“It was nice talking to you dude, but I have to look for Jalyah, gotta make sure she’s not flirting with a lamp or something,” you said jumping off the counter, while his tall self slid off of it.

“The feeling was mutual, I’ll see you around,” he nodded his head and you both walked away from each other.

You found Jalyah outside talking to some people, and just quietly stayed with her. while she talked with different people, you already wanted to go home, but she seemed to be having fun and you didn’t want to ruin that so you just went back inside, in the kitchen hoping that maybe you would see Grayson again.

“I haven’t seen you around here,” said a blonde guy as he walked towards you.

“I’m not from this area,” you simply replied, not in the mood to have a conversation with him.

“Mmh, I'm Isaac, you may know me from my YouTube or Instagram,” he said making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t actually,” You sarcastically smiled as his face dropped. “Never even heard of you,” you added.

“Oh,” he let out.

“Yeah oh,” you said looking around while he just stood there.

“You know anyone else here?” He asked and you mentally groaned and cursed him out.

“Not really, just who I came with, and I just met Grayson and Ethan,” you shrugged, still being friendly, not wanting to be rude or judge him by his appearance.

“Oh they’re cool dudes, they have some sick Rolex’s, but between you and me, mine’s more expensive,” he said making your face scrunch up with disgust and not just mentally.

“Yeah, and they clearly have a better personality than you,” you scoffed as his eyes widened. “Is all you care about money?” You asked him and he responded with a shrugged.

“You have to do what you need to, not just be a bitch,” he replied.

“Listen here Mr. I’m so rich, having money is not a personality trait ok. And reality check, you’re not cute so dropped the act, yeah, and between you and me, those twins are probably ten times the man you’ll ever be,” you said and he just glared at you and walked away.

“What did you tell him, he seems mad,” Grayson’s voice spoke from beside you making you look up at him.

“Nothing, he was just flaunting his money around and stuff, and I don’t fuck with that,” you shrugged as he sat down next to you, just like earlier.

“You’re the first girl I see that turned him down,” he said as you shrugged again.

“Yeah we’ll he’s not my type,” you explained with a little smile on your lips.

“What exactly is your type,” he asked, you knew where this was going, but a little playtime wouldn’t hurt.

“Ummm, Bad Bunny’s kinda cute, and Lunay but I doubt you know who he is.” You said and caught a glimpse of his face slightly dropping.

“I’m kidding, looks are not that important, but a down to earth chill guy, has to listen to Tame, THATS necessary, tall, yeah definitely tall,” you shrugged, “How bout you, what does Mrs. Dolan have to look like or be like?”

“Definitely down to earth how you said, she has to be funny, but serious you know, I’ll take her to Tame concerts so she has to like them, and short, definitely short,” he answered while you smiled.

“She sounds fire, I would be friends with her,” you spoke as he nodded.

“Are you guys staying at the after-party?” He asked and you shot him a look of confusion.

“What’s that, as a party after the party?” You asked and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, but it’s fewer people, usually it’s just close friends and stuff,” he explained and you nodded.

“We’ll probably, Jalyah’s gonna wanna stay, but I’m usually asleep, since two hours ago,” you laughed.

“I go to sleep early, don’t judge,” you said as he began to laugh.

“I’m not judging I do the same thing.” He replied and you nodded your head.

“I feel like this LA life ain’t for me, I thought it was but it’s all just different from what you see on social media,” you said and he nodded his head.

“Yeah it’s not the same,” he said, “but it’s fun sometimes,” he added.

“You could say that Jalyah knows how to have fun, I don’t, I just worry about college all the time,” you said slightly laughing at your miserable life. (On god tho)

“Which is good, because why go to college if you’re not going to pay attention and stuff, and just because you party doesn’t mean you’re fun,” he pointed out and you agreed.

“I guess, but I just wish my life was different, college is exhausting and I don’t even like my major,” you sighed.

“Oh, can you take a break? Like stop and come back?” He asked.

“You can, but I don’t know,” you shrugged.

The rest of the night was spent with you and Grayson getting to know each other, and making jokes.

“Kiana we’re staying here,” Jalyah’s half-drunken self told you while most peoples were leaving.

“I know, Grayson told me.” You told her and she smirked.

“Grayson, like Ethan’s twin?” She asked you, like if you knew anymore Graysons.

“Yes, Ethan’s twin, why?” You asked her and he just shook her head, muttering a “nothing” and walking away.

A couple of minutes later, and only you, Jalyah, Ethan, Grayson, and two guys you learned that were Ryan, and Deon were left.

“Alright, I know truth or Dare sound childish but it’s only us,” Ethan shrugged sitting down on the couch.

“You only live once, so why the fuck not,” You shrugged taking off the grey Yankee shirt you had since you got hot.

“Period,” Jalyah said about to take her shirt off before you stopped her.

“No, no period, this ain’t no strip club,” you said, stopping your now fully drunken friend from embarrassing herself.

“Who’s going first?” She asked and everyone shrugged.

“I’ll go first, Grayson truth or dare?” Ethan said looking at Grayson.

“Truth,” he answered and Ethan thought of a question.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing that happened to you while having sex?” He asked cashing a giggle to fall past your and Jalyah’s lips.

“The girl bit my dick,” he answered carefree while you and Jalyah died of laughter.

“I, how do you, what?” Deon asked while laughing causing you more laughter.

“So you’re telling me she was all up in there, and just bit you?” You laughed while he nodded his head, and Ethan rambled on about how much that would hurt.

“Ok, ok, Kiana truth or dare?” He asked while smirking.

“Truth,” you answered, leaning back on your hands.

“Where’s the strangest place you had sex at?” He asked while a snort came out Jalyah’s nose.

“Nowhere, she’s a virgin,” Jalyah answered for you while you shook your head.

“Thank you Jalyah, for answering that for us,” you sarcastically replied.

“Give her a dare or something,” Ryan mumbled and you nodded your head.

“Wait I have better we played in high school, but you can’t be a pussy,” you said remembering the oh so fun game.

“What is it?” Deon asked you while the others nodded their heads for you to explain.

“It’s called silent library, so for us, we need six pieces of papers, there’s one safe card and then there’ll be five dirty dares, you put them cards facing down, and count to three and everyone has to pick a card, obviously the person with the safe card is safe, while the others have to do the dares.” You explained while they nodded their heads. (this game is so fun, but when people pussy out is annoying)

“So like take off your shirt would be a dare?” Ethan asked and you nodded your head.

“Yeah, if you don’t do it, you don’t get a point, and in the end, the person with the most points wins.” You replied.

“Alright let’s play then,” Grayson said getting up. “I’ll go get the flashcards and pens,” he added and walked away.

“It’s a fun game I promise, the only way you want to have fun is if you don’t do the dares,” you shrugged.

“I’m so ready for this, I’m gonna win,” Deon said causing you to laugh.

“Deon, not to brag, but I used to win all the time, I do all my dares” you smirked while Deon and Ryan let out a loud laugh.

“Baby, I’m the king of doing unexpected shit, you better hope you don’t get my dare,” Deon spoke making your mouth drop.

“I got the pens,” Grayson’s loud voice spoke right when you were about to say something as he sat next to you.

Everyone wrote the dares down and set up the game in about five minutes, now everyone was sitting in a circle with the cards in the middle.

“OK, ONE TWO THREE GO,” You loudly spoke and everyone’s hand immediately flew down to the floor picking up cards.

“Ok, Ethan what’s yours?” Ryan asked while he laughed.

“Send a risky text to the last person in your DM’s,” he read and looked back up. “It’s not bad,” he added and shrugged.

“What about you Kiana?” He asked and you looked down to read your card.

“Have sex with the person on your left?” You read, knowing that Grayson was on your left. “Who wrote this, I just wanna talk?” You said and heard Deon laugh.

“I told you I’m the king of dares,” he shrugged while you glared at him.

“And I told you, I do all my dares so,”

Honestly, I don't know how to feel about this like I kinda like it but I think the plot is quirky 💀

#grayson dolan #graysonbailey #ethan dolan #grayson x reader #graysonsmut #dolan twins #dolan fandom #dolansmut #ethangrant #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan x reader #ethan dolan angst #grayson dolan blurb

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erraticrandomficwriter · 4 years

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Flashes of the Past - Underworld Plot Bunny - Part 2

@lyah-malek

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Anya listened to every word Lucian spoke. It was so…surreal for her because she felt like he was telling her things she didn’t realize she already knew but had forgotten.

At the end of his tale of his life with Sonja, how he made a deal with the Vampire Kraven, and finally his search for the Carrier of the Corvinus Strain which would allow a Hybrid of both Vampire and Lycan to be created, Anya reached out and softly touched the medallion around Lucian’s neck – the medallion that belonged to Sonja. “I remember…” she whispered. “How – how can I remember what happened to her?”

Anya cleared her throat to center herself because she had something more important to her to worry about; Michael, so she quickly changed the subject. “You Bit Michael – this means that he will become a Lycan like you?”

Lucian wished he had the answer for Anya about her memories, but he did not. She was Sonja and yet she was not. Everything about her brought up so many flashes of the past for him that he couldn’t help but feel for Anya what he felt for Sonja – despite knowing that they were not truly the same person.

Lucian was pulled from his conflicting emotions when Anya inquired about her brother. “Yes. The full moon is in two days and he will be a Lycan.”

Anya, despite her arm being shackled had enough room to stand and pace a little. “You said that the Vampires and Lycans were at war and that Vampire woman took him. Michael is in danger! We have to get to him.”

“He will come to us soon enough,” Lucian replied without concern.

That wasn’t good enough for Anya. “No. I have to go to him. I have to find him. Ever since we were kids he was always the one looking out for me. It’s my turn.” She shot out her arm towards him. “Bite me.”

Lucian wasn’t expecting to hear those words come from her. “What did you just say?”

“Michael is my twin. If he has the strain then so do I. Bite me and make me a Lycan. I need to be able to protect my brother.” Anya thrust her arm out towards him again. “Check my blood first for the Strain if you have to, but one way or another I will find a way to get Bit.”

Lucian was intrigued by her fierce decision. There was no fear in her eyes, no question if what she was doing was right – just determination. Anya had made up her mind and stood by it without hesitation. It was very Sonja of her and so he obliged. “If you do have the Strain you will be able to become both Lycan and Vampire.” He picked up the syringe and inserted it into her arm to take her blood. Lucian noticed how she didn’t even wince upon the insertion of the syringe or the removal. “I shall return shortly and then we will know the truth.”

Anya sat back down when Lucian left because while they will end up knowing the truth of whether or not she is a Carrier, they still won’t know about why she looks like Sonja and can remember what she does. Or will they?

Anya dropped her face in her hands with a heavy sigh. All this wasn’t freaking her out, probably because of the dreams and feeling like she already knew it all, but it was bothering her that she was feeling like this was normal. Nothing about this was normal and things just got further away from normal when she opened her eyes and saw the woman from her dreams sitting in the chair across from her.

Anya gasped at the sight of the image of Sonja she saw before her. Their faces were identical with their features, but Sonja’s hair was longer and darker and her skin fairer. “Okay…” she laughed because she couldn’t help it, “I’m losing my mind here.”

“You have the answers to your questions already inside of you,” Sonja replied as she locked eyes with Anya. “We are the same.”

“How?” Anya needed to know. “How could you possibly be a part of me? If we were part of the same family tree then maybe that’d make sense, but what am I? Your reincarnation?”

“You must remember further.” Without word nor warning, Sonja drove her fangs into her wrist and thrust her wrist over Anya’s mouth.

Anya grunted at this act and gasped as the blood flowed and more flashes of the past entered her mind…

Sonja was just a child when she walked through the halls of castle looking for her father. She heard his voice speaking with another and followed it to one of the chambers. Sonja was about to enter the room when she heard her name being spoken by her father.

“When will we know if she inherited her mother’s gift?” Viktor needed this information sooner rather than later.

His Advisor did not have a definite answer for him. “There is no way of knowing until her death. If she returns in another life then she has inherited her mother’s gift and only then will it be certain your wife will never return.” He knew this was not what Viktor wanted to hear, but it was all he knew.

Viktor scoffed at this news. “Sonja must have inherited the gift. If anything should happen to my daughter, she will return again.”

Anya inhaled deeply as her body shook when Sonja’s memory stopped. She looked around and didn’t see Sonja anymore, but a concerned looking Lucian with his arms placed upon her shoulders. “I know…” was all she managed to get out and nothing else could be said because of the other Lycan in the room giving them news.

Singe finished his test with Anya’s blood and was pleased to announce, “She is a Carrier, just like her brother. Congratulations, Lucian, you will be able to create two very powerful Hybrids.”

There was no doubt now that he would Bite Anya. He dismissed Singe and lifted her unshackled wrist. When she didn’t resist, he drove his fangs into her flesh.

Anya let out a sharp breath, not just because of the pain of the Bite, but because she felt this was exactly what was meant to happen.

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End Part 2

#underworld plot bunny #anya corvin

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ZevWarden Week, Day 1: Massage

1149 words, rated T for some suggestive language

“What makes it an Antivan massage, and not a normal one?” Lyah turned her boot upside down, shaking out offending stones that had plagued her since they set out that morning. “Do you stick a knife in me halfway through?” Her eyes twinkled as she slipped off her other boot, then both woolen socks, one-by-one. Her feet felt both relieved and agonized; Freedom from the confines of footwear only made the ache in her arches even keener.

Zevran thumped a fist against his chest. “Lyah, you wound me. Even if I wanted to, which I do not, I think I’d not put a scratch on you before you had me by the throat. Yes? You are always on edge, after all.”

“You say on edge, I say prepared.” Lyah pulled a small knife from under the skirt of her leathers and waved it pointedly. “And you haven’t answered my question. What makes it Antivan?”

“It is an Antivan massage because I learned it in Antiva. More specifically, in an Antivan whorehouse.” Zevran chuckled. “If you like, I can offer Ferelden massage as well, if you’d like me to thump your back randomly for an hour or so.” Laying down his freshly cleaned blade, Zevran stretched as he stood. Despite constant complaints about how the cold climate of Ferelden did not agree with him, he spent his time in camp shirtless and barefoot as he lounged by the fire. Judging by the state of his nipples, Lyah imagined the cold affected him more than he put on. She sighed through her nose and kicked her boots towards her tent. She would put them away properly another time.

“I’ve got watch in a couple of hours, when Alistair’s done.” Standing, she turned from the fire to pull back her tent flap. She looked over her shoulder at Zevran, who still stood by the fire. “Are you coming?”

Zevran followed after a minute, after Lyah had begun to think that he had been all bluster and no action. The tent was small, but enough to accommodate both elves if they stayed on their knees. Lyah began to wiggle out of her leathers with some difficulty in the cramped space, unable to just slide the bottom half down without standing, and not having enough space to reach around and undo the buckles of the top. Zevran tutted at her, and a moment later she felt his hands at her belt. “Relax, Lyah. Zevran is at your service tonight.”

Lyah’s breath caught in her chest. “This is only a massage.”

Zevran was silent until every buckle of Lyah’s armor was undone, sliding the leathers off and setting them aside. “It is whatever you want it to be. I intend that you relieve some tension tonight, however you ask it of me.”

A tingling sensation bloomed below Lyah’s waist, made only stronger by the realization that she could smell Zevran: A scent she’d known since he took up sleeping in the tent beside her, but she’d not thought about before. Masculine, a touch of leather.

“If you will allow it, an Antivan massage does require the recipient to be in the nude.” Zevran stated, nodding at Lyah’s undershirt and smallclothes. “But if you wish otherwise, I am very accommodating.”

“If you wanted me naked, you could have just said so.” Lyah slid her shirt off, electing to keep her smallclothes off, and went to untie her breastband.

Zevran chuckled again and produced a small bottle. “I did say so.” The bottle gave a gentle pop when uncorked, and the scent of lavender filled the tent. “Lay on your front for me.”

It took a few seconds of shifting and shuffling until Lyah found a comfortable position, with her pillow under her body and her head lying on her folded arms. Warmth and pressure on her behind told her that Zevran was straddling her hips. The closeness didn’t bring the discomfort that Lyah expected.

Before she could muse for long about the feeling of being close to another person, Zevran set his hands to work and Lyah nearly cried out. She had been unaware of how tight the muscles of her back had been until Zevran’s strong hands began to press and knead at them. Lyah wanted to ask him to be more gentle and yet she wanted him to never stop.

“Are you all right?” Zevran murmured, slowing his hands. Lyah nodded quickly. The scent of the lavender, warmth of Zevran’s body, and the sensation of her body being slowly unwound all worked together to leave Lyah feeling heavy as a stone, unmoving and sinking into her bedroll.

The massage paused for Zevran to apply more oil, warming it in his hands before moving to the middle of Lyah’s back. If she’d wanted to cry before, she could have burst into tears then; The muscles screaming for relief so hard that even Zevran’s skilled hands couldn’t provide it fast enough. His thumbs dug into her aching flesh right where the pain began, and a yelp escaped Lyah’s mouth before she could hold it down. Zevran’s hands stopped and pulled away, leaving Lyah feel cold in their absence. “Don’t, don’t, it’s fine,” she babbled. “Just keep going.”

“Are you certain?” Zevran rubbed a soothing hand up Lyah’s spine. “You shouldn’t pretend for my benefit.”

“I bet you say that to all the people you massage.” Lyah laughed weakly.

“To all of the beautiful, strong, deadly, Wardens I massage, yes.” Zevran’s voice rumbled low and soft in Lyah’s ear, his hands sliding from her back to hold her waist on either side. “And I have had the privilege of meeting only one such Warden, as it happens. I thought I was lucky when you didn’t run me through on that lonely road when we met.”

Lyah’s eyelids were heavier with every passing second. “And I’ll be privileged if you run me through tonight?” She mumbled, opening one eye to wink back at Zevran’s smiling face.

Instead of rising to her bait, Zevran shifted, the weight of his body leaving Lyah’s and the warmth leaving with him. Lyah whined and rolled to her back with her arms crossed over her bare chest. Goosepimples erupted over her arms before Zevran tossed a blanket over her. “Zev!” Lyah groaned, pulling the blanket from her face.

“Rest, lovely Lyah.” Zevran hushed. Wiping his hands with a towel he’d brought along, he blew a kiss from his fingertips. “You need it. Trust me.”

The tent flap was fluttering behind Zevran before Lyah could bring a comeback from her drowsy brain. She huffed in frustration and collapsed into her bedroll. The moment she was prone, it was as if the energy was drained from her body, leaving her laying still as a stone and sleep pulling her away from the worries of her day.

That was what made it an Antivan massage.

#ZevWarden Week #Kathleen Writes #Zevran Arainai #Lyah Mahariel

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