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doflamingadonquixote · 3 months

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Worthy {PT 1/2}

Parings: Lucifer Morningstar x Sinner!Dom!Reader

Warnings: no one in this chapter, just a little bit of swearing and an hurt/comfort situation

Words: don’t know, more than 7000

Summary: After returning to the hotel from a day at work, you find Lucifer sitting alone and in misery. A confrontation ensues that you would never have imagined in your unlife.

A/N: English is not my first language, I apologize for any errors but I also rely heavily on a translator. Criticisms and your opinions are always welcome. I decided to divide this mini ff into TWO parts. The second will be more spicy. Let me know who would like to be mentioned for next part! Enjoy!

You rushed in through the front door, waving your umbrella and shaking off the drops of acid rain that were quickly eating away at your jacket.

It was the fourth this week. Something was going wrong with the weather in the circle of pride.

The room had probably emptied by now given the time. There were only a few little sinners left in the armchair, entertaining themselves with their phones.

Their rooms must surely be near Alastor's radio tower. After several complaints it was discovered that the closer you were to it, the more those little gadgets seemed to have problems or interference.

“Don't be too late. Tomorrow morning Charlie will set up the new program for the week.” You communicated to them, moving behind the chair and letting a hand ruffle the younger sinner's hair.

He muttered something but nothing that was too rude towards you. As you approached the staircase back to your rooms, a white-clad figure at the bar caught your attention.

Lucifer was bent with his elbows on the table, between his fingers a half-full glass of some liquor that he had stolen from Husk's supplies.

With a loud sigh he brought it to his lips but before it could reach them, your fingers blocked the advance of the glass, pushing it down by the top again.

Lucifer turned to look at you quickly but his shoulders visibly relaxed when he acknowledged your presence.

“Whatever answer you are looking for, you won’t find it in that glass, sir.” You warned him and, in the distraction of his gaze on you, you slipped the glass from his hand, brought it to your mouth and emptied the contents down your throat.

The liquid burned faintly, causing you to cough barely. Yes, it had definitely touched Husk's good reserve.

“You've been out a long time today. Any news?” He asked as he watched you set the glass down in the sink, beyond the counter.

“Not much, really. Sinners are still very hesitant.” You shrugged but turned a happy smile on him. “At least they listen now, though. They don't accept, but they listen to what you have to say. Small steps.”

You and Lucifer met after Charlie hired you while she was in a meeting with Camilla. You worked with her in the beginning, identifying potential clients all around the circle.

Charlie probably saw some salesmanship in you that she could also exploit in convincing sinners to redeem themselves.

You were not a longtime sinner. You had recently died so you hadn’t had a chance to take an interest in the royal family.

The first time you saw Lucifer you expected something more threatening, malevolent.

Instead, you had been confronted by a little jumping baked bean who made pancakes in profusion for breakfast.

You had immediately sympathized with his personality. You considered yourself a very mild-mannered fellow so his influence was a healthy touch for your motivation as well.

You had also worked together on some proposals to present to the newcomers though with some difficulty in agreeing among yourselves.

For some strange reason his idea about the duck pool exceeded yours in preference. Seeing the hotel sinners enjoying themselves in the yellow duck pile was hilarious and utterly unbelievable.

Because of that, you had grown very close to the King and respected him very much.

Therefore, seeing him in such a pitiful state as he was in at that very moment threw a sense of unease upon you.

“Shitty day for you too?” You asked, almost as if you were disinterested. If he didn't want to answer, he could have ignored you and not felt forced to necessarily say anything.

However, the soft sound of sobbing reached your ears loud and clear.

You turned quickly but his face was bent away from you on his shoulder, not allowing you to look at him properly.

The only thing you could see was the tremor in his back and how his hands had closed forcibly on his crossed arms, resting on the counter.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the two remaining little sinners giggle over something they had seen on their phones, oblivious to what was happening a few feet away from them.

You didn't know what to do. Touching him seemed to be too much, and you weren't sure of your comforting skills at that moment. You felt you did not know him well enough to afford certain words of comfort.

So you did the only thing you thought wise.

Hide him.

Your coat slipped over him with a gentle rustle, covering him totally from head to toe thanks to your stature.

Lucifer turned in wonder at you, his eyes bright and red with unshed tears under the loose hood falling over his face.

You gave him a smile as his cheeks turned a soft rose color.

“You know, if you have any problems you can talk to me, right? I can't assure you a very good therapy session but I think it's good just to talk about it.”

The ex Angel remained motionless for a few seconds, and you read the situation as a choice to prefer silence.

You didn't blame him, in fact you were a little embarrassed that you had the temerity to propose such a thing to him.

You got up from your chair, ready to say good night to him and retreat when one of his black hands twisted around your wrist, preventing you from moving further away.

You blinked a few seconds, confused but returned with your butt to the chair, your body fully toward him.

“Today is eight years since Lilith left.”

You smiled sadly. You had to understand that Lilith was the reason. After all, she alone had the ability to make him unhappy, besides his daughter but she never made him unhappy.

“Oh, that must suck.”

“Yeah.”

You frowned. After eight whole years had the man still not moved on? And Lilith hadn't even deigned to give an explanation or try to communicate with him the whole time? What man waits for his wife for eight years without moving on with his own life? How could she refuse the love of such a pure being?

Fuck, she really doesn't deserve him! If only he were yours…

“Do you really think so?”

Lucifer's voice made you jerk.

“What?” You asked confusedly, forcing your heart to suppress that senseless anger born out of nowhere.

“What you said, that she doesn't deserve me...” his lips quivered and his eyes had reached the size of those of an needy dog.

Shit, had you said that out loud!?

“Um, I think so,” you shook your head, looking away from him. “I'm sorry, I had no authority to say that. It's just...I don't know...you're an exceptional person, Lucifer. You deserve the best.”

You bit your lip. That drink really must have had powerful effects to let you open up so much with a being who could disintegrate you with a snap of his fingers.

“I..…T-Thank you.”

Flabbergasted, you noticed how the king's pale face was slowly turning a scarlet red and stretching to below the collar of his shirt.

He was flattered by your words? Did he not intend to kill you for disrespecting him?

“I only said what I think.” You added at the end, as if to solidify that you had gotten away with it.

You went back to looking in front of you, now unsure of how to continue that conversation, and you noticed how a light complexion had been added to your own cheeks as well.

But it seemed that Lucifer had not finished.

“If I were yours...”

The lump of saliva you were trying to get down stuck in your throat and you began to cough convulsively in surprise.

“D-did you hear that too?!”

What the hell was wrong with you that day? You had never been so brazen and indelicate. But there was something about Lucifer that set off all the right points for you.

You couldn't reason with him.

“Do you mean it? Would you appreciate me if I was?”

His body language had changed. He still looked embarrassed but the way he leaned toward you, the fluttering eyelashes and a little pout on his lips clearly told you that something had changed for the better.

You didn't blame Eva for accepting that damn apple. The man was driving you crazy and you were sure he knew it.

The hood of the vest over his face brushed your forehead, awakening you from the little trance you had entered.

“I would. I would adore you as the king you are and deserve to be.” Your hand reached his neck, preventing him from advancing any further. “But you are not in the right condition, sir. I don't want to take advantage-“

He puts a finger to your lips, forcing you to be silent while, with the other, he gently supports your face.

“Show me.”

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palaceofimperium · 2 months

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ARCH & SEAMUS #2

“So it has begun?” Seamus was leaned up against the doorframe to Arch’s lab, a brow raised, with his arms crossed over his chest, causing the shoulders of his finely tailored suit coat to pucker slightly.

Arch looked up from the potion he was in the process of gathering the ingredients for to pin the demon with a stare that would have caused lesser males to wither. “You’ve heard, I take it? Do we have a leak in the Palace?” A dark brown brow of his own rose, letting more light play off of his light blue eyes. Eyes that remained trained on the stately silver haired demon as he pushed off of the wood frame to saunter into the room more fully.

“Not unless you consider Arioch a leak, dear friend. He knows I consider those within dear to me, and thought that reinforcements might be needed in the coming days should Damien decide to mount an offensive to get his daughter and her fiance’ back.” A smirk formed on Seamus’ lips as he watched Arch’s eyes roll.

As much as the demon of revenge and the mage played at not liking one another much, Seamus knew the truth that they were friends behind the scenes. Sometimes subterfuge was required to keep the enemy guessing. Since Arch believed that they had enemies within the Palace, that meant hiding the truth from all but those he considered closest to him. He considered himself honored to be amongst those the mage considered a good friend, and therefore knew reality.

“No. I do appreciate him advising you of the situation. I assume you have also heard about the visitor who arrived last eve?” Arch now stood erect and turned to make the two of them tea. “It was the most exciting of days. I am hoping we have some calm for a stretch, but I fear that is not within the plans of the fates and destiny, old friend.”

“I have heard. A most unusual circumstance, indeed.” Seamus replied as he rested one hip against the heavy wooden workbench Arch had previously been working at. “I have also been advised that the newest immortal in Imperium’s companion is to be avoided, lest I set him aflame.” He grinned, slightly malevolently.

Arch chuckled, “I’m surprised that Abriella hasn’t gagged him and hog tied him in a closet after his behavior. She often surprises me with the amount of restraint that she possesses. He is just lucky that he faced her and not Cruz regarding the whole matter I believe.” Pouring the water over the leaves he had macerated, and leaving them to steep, he turned to face his friend and his expression went from slightly amused to more serious. “This is where the darkness becomes stronger. The shadows will become long and the pain within the palace more acute. I wish I could change it, Seamus, but all I can do is stand back and watch. My frustration is growing, but at least working with Olly and the new human, Amaya, will keep me distracted.”

“I also heard rumor that the Prince that Ms. Gail had spoken of having been found.” It seemed that things never did slow down in the Palace. Sometimes he wondered how Abriella kept her sanity, but then again she was the Horseman of Death. Was she truly sane? There were questions.

Now Arch was surprised. This was news to him, but then in the last 24 hours both he and Olly had been rather focused on Amaya. If other things had been transpiring in the Palace or elsewhere, they would not have caught his attention unless someone brought them to him specifically. “I was unaware of that, but something told me he might show up when she disappeared from Earth. He appeared in her dreams, after all, and dream walkers cannot enter the dreams of those in Imperium. I wonder how Abriella will handle that. If he is truly a Prince of another realm, this could get very interesting. ”

“Abriella is meeting with him now topside. I have a feeling they will be returning for the tests to begin shortly.” Seamus knew that this fulfilled more of what Arch had foreseen, and it seemed to trouble his friend as much as it did him. The darkening of his friend’s countenance said as much.

“You know what comes next. What will happen, and what it then leads to. I cannot stop it, Seamus. I cannot even warn those it is going to happen to. I am powerless to intervene lest the Fates take action against me.” The weight of it all seemed to make the tall mage slump some. He could do nothing but mitigate as much of the damage as he could and protect those who were not involved in what was coming….and what was coming was dark….

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Silent Night

TW: Stalker/Dark(ish/Obsessed Rafe. Language. Smut.

SUMMARY: Rafe’s POV how he intends to rectify you giving your virtue to some Pogue…

WORD COUNT: 3000

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Silent Night

It was now or never. The nerve filtering into cowardice as I watched her set the final present beneath the tree weighed down with an excess of pointless ornaments. But just as it had been for the last three hours, I became distracted by the way she moved. But not because I craved to possess her as that could have been done at any party or any time in which she was asleep at Tannyhill just down the hallway. It was because she fascinated me and held my interest in a way no other girl ever had. Not even clad in lingerie, an idea that when paired with her was enough to send my eyes in a roll at the thought. Yet nothing deserved to be across that soft skin taunting me from the other side of glass as she made the last minute preparations on this Christmas Eve. Little did she know, she was about to give ME what I'd always wanted.

A cliche key beneath the mat was enough to grant me access once the lights had been cut for the day's end. The sound of a shower just above a set of steps had allowed me the time I needed to drink in the atmosphere around me. Of all the times Sarah had invited her beyond our threshold, never once had I seen the inside of HER house. And it was just as much a picturesque scene as was expected in any other Kook house. A perfect tree with too many presents and decorations as gaudy as they were humorous. And my fingers came to a trace at all of them that has incorporated her. Her presents. Her pictures. Her jacket that hung over the banister as if an invitation left behind for me to find. Everything was enough to return my focus as I could have just as easily have remained in the shadows.

A careful ascension beyond creaking wood had whittled away my confident steps forcing me slower and therefore more impatient until I crested that final step. It would take a turn and a small venture to the end of the hall before her bedroom was accessible at my fingertips, which shook in excitement. But as she crossed the portion of the door left ajar by reasons unknown, I resorted to the shadows on instincts hearing her humming some annoying pop song as I realized I'd have to introduce her to new music. Better music.

But first, to me.

I watched her from between the hinged and slit of the door, watching the lingerie kiss her skin as I'd never been so jealous of fabric before. A minimalist set with a single bow between her breasts and a matching one just below her navel and o was fighting the urge to palm myself flat. I'd seen her in every color bikini and yet there was something different in this. Maybe it was because the cotton of her panties wouldn't be able to hide how wet I'd make her, as I knew a suit had done before. Either way my eyes followed her throughout her nightly routine until the phone in her hands was a means of unwinding and eventual rest.

It was now. I had to act now. Before her friends or brother came home. Before she would awaken and find a way to escape what I knew if just given a chance to show, she would never want to be without. I just needed that chance. And I knew I had to take it now.

Opening the door slightly, the scent of her recent shower and the shampoo used, or maybe it was even the perfume or lotion, sent my eyes to close to luxuriate. The perfect combination of fruit and the promise of innocent vanilla reminded me of her. Sweet and elegant. And how I didn't want to taint her. Just train her. To me. To know me. Only me.

Once reaching the side of her bed, I fought the carnal urges immediately at the forefront. I could easily bend her as I saw fit as I outweighed her. And yet, I wanted to care for her. Even though the flashes of her crying over my cock, a smirk breaking the tempo I knew she would be a natural to master, had pulled my fingers to play with the button of my jeans, I hesitated still.

I wanted to take care of her. Not fuck her. She was better than that. She deserved better than that.

My ambitions altered to the exposed skin allowed to me by her choice of pajamas. A matching silk set with candy Canes that made me smirk temporarily at her innocence while my touch teased the strap holding her modest. But I didn't want to see her naked. I mean I didn't want to JUST see her naked. I wanted to see all of her. And I wanted it to be because she wanted me to.

Slowly, I set myself closer as I debated where to begin. I was certain she would awaken at any given shift of the bed, so I would need to move quickly. But with the way she laid, it would prove difficult for both the angle and the fact I didn't want to disrupt her. She was perfect. For all ways but one, anyhow...

She let a pogue take that innocence over the summer. A good girl, my good girl allowed some filthy surfer rat learn those sweet moans, that singular relinquishment of unique tightness, the blood I should have had as a badge of honor for my patience. God knows I waited. But it didn't matter. Tonight she would make it up to me.

It would be this thought of HIM touching her, of HIM kissing her, and of HIM getting to know those intimate details he didn't deserve to think about let alone have as a memory, that left me proactive. The second she adjusted to her back, I straddled her flat, her eyes shooting open as she found her hands bound by one of my own as my other came over her mouth.

"Not. A. Fucking. Sound." Her eyes narrowed as she made the details of me in the recently disturbed slumber, adjustment made rather quickly as she spoke my name into my palm. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. She was always disobedient, pushing limits and boundaries in the form of party tricks or life's risks. But THIS was different. She was waging war against a devil, and no matter how angelic she was, she had a debt to pay and I'd come to collect.

"Rafe?" My eyes recovered from the roll as I lowered my hand to her jaw.

"The only time you're allowed to make a sound is when I make you come." Her eyes widened as her lips parted to speak, finding the interruption of my hand tightening her cheeks into quietude.

"Then you can scream all you want. God knows you'll have no other choice..." Her eyes narrowed as she watched me use my belt to bind her hands together, but not to the headboard. I wanted her to have some freedom, at least this was what I told myself as I honestly just loved to watch that hope fade behind her eyes when she realized it had finally come to this. Those teasing glances and shy smiles as she pulled hair behind her ear. Those damn swimsuits. That pogue. All of it would be amended tonight. And soon.

"Please-" I silenced her with a kiss even if my palm desired a more blunt strike. If she were any other girl, I would have acted on it. But she was too flawless to be marked with such ugly red swelling. At least where everyone could see it.

I offered my tongue for a moment, savoring her response, as she would hesitate before joining it at the second I would withdraw.

"Next time you don't wanna listen, it'll be my cock." A mic of exhilaration and fear illuminated behind her eyes.

"One sound and this will end rough for you. I want rk be gentle...but either way, I'll get what I came for..." Her eyes narrowed to question me.

"You really don't know why I'm here?" She shook her head slowly, obeying in remaining silent, but considering risking a potential bluff as I'd only shown her my reservation. I knew this. I didn't need her to tell me. She wanted to see if I would make good on my threats. But a part of her loved to obey...at least for now...

"Because I was the one who was patient. I was the one exercising self-restraint and then you go and give yourself to that pogue...like he would even know what to do with you?!" My jaw clenched.

"Did he even make you come? Did he know where to touch you or curve his fingers? Or was it is tongue because he couldn't last inside that tight little pussy, huh?" I was more aggressive than I wanted to be with her. But the idea of anybody touching what was mine was enough to disregard that kindness.

"Just nod. Did he make you come." When she didn't, I immediately understood why. She knew if she agreed that it would anger me further. And if she disagreed then the anger would exist for a different reason entirely. But with the certain fear behind her eyes, I knew it was because he had. The asshole got to know...

"Well. For that, I'll just have to make you forget he has." My hands were quick at her hips, removing the shirts and revealing those panties to me. The cute little bow flicked by the end of my finger as she blushed to witness my descent.

"Did he use his tongue?" She hesitated again as I hit the bed, forcing her to answer me. She nodded.

"Was THAT good?" She slowly bowed her head.

"Well I promise you..." My fingers hooked around the edges of her panties, pulling them loose as she chilled beneath my touch.

"I'm not going to be good. I'm going to be it. No comparison." I teased my lips down her stomach until setting each of her legs over my shoulders. One final look up to her, wrists bound and pulled in a bend towards her cheek, making me smirk at my perfect and behaved girl.

I rewarded her obedience in slow strides of my fingers complimented by the flicks of my tongue at her clit. The poor girl may have come for someone else but it wasn't enough to affect her against me. She was still trembling to each and every one of my touches, allowing me the consolation as if I'd been the first.

"God, you're soaking me-"

"I'm sorry-" Her cheeks paled.

"I'll let that slide because you sound so pretty apologizing. But next time, I'll have to give you a reason to remember to stay quiet." I returned to my convictions, tongue and fingers bringing her to that edge as I basked in her response to me.

Her taste. Sweet and salty in perfection. A hint of vanilla and even a bit of sin in how she fought against her body, but I was victorious against those advances.

Her moans. I would work every second of every day between her thighs to hear that symphony. Hell, I'd do it even if she were silent.

Her motions. Erratic and accepting of me despite the way she fought me. Her eyes screwing shut or pulling into a roll as I scoffed to see her come undone above and around me.

But she wouldn't have the chance yet. Not until I got to have everything he did. For that, I slowed my tongue and removed my hand, now pulling it to her breast. Softer skin hardened at the center by an excited nipple and I needed more. Both hands were now stationed on either one as I rose to taste her. Salt from pending sweat came to the tip of my tongue mixing with that which remained from my endeavors, as I watched her over me. Her face was in pure bliss. Pleasure taunting her and my body weighing her in place, and she relished in it just as I had in touching her.

"Please..." I clenched my jaw as I noticed her hands were in the direction of my seam.

"You wanna play with me too? Wanna get a feel for what is gonna make you come, is that it?"

"Plesse, Rafe...I'm so wet."

"And so disobedient-" She was positioned in quick succession from the comfortable rest made of her back and again the headboard with my clothes removed and in that preparation behind her. As much as I had exercised self control in the years or even minutes leading up to this, I needed more. I needed her. I deserved it. And I was gonna take it.

"Rafe-" I pulled her hair harshly, courtesy damned in her disregard to even try to remain silent.

"Oh my-"

"You want me to make you come and still have some ability to walk, you're gonna shut the hell up." She stained, leading me to ball up the panties discarded at her side, and use them as assistance for this. Even if there was no reason behind it as we were alone within the cover of the hour and the isolation, making her bend to me had made that moment that much more worth it for me.

I wrapped a hand around her neck, tightening to keep her quiet, releasing as she began to shake or the feeling of her pulse was worrisome at my thumb. Breath play was my own foreplay, and I lived to make her breathe or stop breathing for me, but only in short interruptions. Because I much preferred the heavy breathing in the return of my merciful release.

"You want to come don't you? I can feel it and I’m not even inside of you yet..."

"Plesse..."

"Only because you asks so pretty.." I forced her against the headboard as it battered into the wall.

"One fucking sound and I'll brand my name on that ass do no pogue-so you won't have to worry about anyone else even trying to touch what's mine. Might do it anyway for when you wear those bikinis...walk around your room with those windows open...where anyone can see you-"

"Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to see you? You don't think your tease need enough?" I asked into her ear between thrusts as she just rested her head against my shoulder. The most beautiful weight making me guilty for being so rough. At least it would have if she didn't clench around me in enjoying it just as much.

"Fuck!" I growled behind clenched teeth, my head falling over her, before I took her neck back into my grasp.

"I want to hear how loud you can be for me. I want Maybank and all his little pogue friends to know who is fucking you like this. So when you come...say my name, won't you, sweetheart?"

"Rafe..."

"Good girl. Not too dumb by my cock yet...means we still have work to do, but don't worry, we'll get there..." Her eyes pulled into a roll I saw in my peripheral vision as I pulled her hand to the headboard sending the second hand follow. Our fingers interlaced as I kept her in place, my other hand focused on her clit.

"Right there-"

"Really think you have to fucking tell me?" I spat behind her. "Think I don't know how to make you come? I've already edged you more times than you've disobeyed me...which you will STILL pay for." I reminded her of my words sharpening as I was deeper and faster than before.

"Rafe Rafe Rafe!" She spoke my name for mercy, a slow pace of my hips adding where my fingers had remained in quick succession.

"Please don't stop. I need it...."

"And yet you can't keep that pretty mouth quiet, can you, baby? If you didn't take me so good here," I applied pressure to her clit, "I'd already be coming down your throat. Fuck, I'd be so sore and raspy...your cheeks red and wet from cryinf..." I growled at the thought.

"You are gonna make me come quietly. And then you're gonna get on your knees. And then maybe you'll get to-" She grinned.

"Anything but a nod and you won't even get the consideration." She nodded as I worked her back against me. A varied hold on her throat in continued breath play before as this touch faded to her hips and back to her clit, my hands hungry to know all of her. More importantly, to erase him before me. Because I knew for certain there wouldn't be anyone after me.

"Knees." I spoke as I guided her while I teetered on that edge, satisfaction taunted by her lips as I appeased us both by setting myself behind her smile.

"Good girl. Finally being quiet." I teased as she gagged but took me in stride. Leaving some point she made to herself before I spilled at the vacation of her tight little throat. I continued my praise before she offered small pleas as my hand wrapped around her neck and my fingers were irrationally swift in their motionings. Bending to hit that sensitive cavern and withdrawing to edge her continuously, my name belted from between moans and needy wants. I watched every action of her body as I pulled her to the edge once and for all, allowing her the release as she gave it as I'd hoped.

"Oh my God..." She looked at the mess she'd left as I smirked.

"I-"

"Didn't it feel good?" I asked lowering over her as she had propositioned herself on her elbows as I cleaned off her thighs with my thumbs and brought her to my lips.

"What are you-" She questioned while watching me spit that collected cum onto her swollen sex, left battered by me.

"If it takes the whole night, so be it..."

"I did what you wanted-"

"Wrong sweetheart, I'm still waiting for you to be quiet. So until you can come quietly...I'll keep fucking going..."

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borathae · 2 years

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“Your body is his most beloved artwork, your blood his sweetest wine.”

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: painter!Tae hnhnh, mutual stripping, they are both masters of seduction, consensual blooddrinking, therefore also mention of blood, body worshipping, mutual masturbation, handjob, fingering, she rides him on his painting stool, some dirty talk, cute aftercare :(

Wordcount: 5.1k

a/n: This was supposed to be the beginning of Magnus Venatio. However, I thought of a better beginning, but I didn’t want this scene to go to waste. So now here we are besties, enjoy them being horny for each other. This is set during the time Yoonkook were out hunting for Namjoon ❤

You and Taehyung were busy today. Him with painting and you with cleaning the secret library.

Taehyung has been watching you hurry through his atelier for the past two hours. The early summer sun was shining on his back, making his flowy button-up stick to his skin. It was so terribly hot in his atelier even with the windows open.

There you come again, carrying a big bucket filled with dirty water through his studio. He follows you with his eyes until you disappear behind the threshold.

Just a moment later and you appear in the studio again, carrying the bucket with a concentrated look on your face.

"You are taking this seriously, aren’t you?" he asks you, eyes lingering on your exposed legs.

"Of course I am. You are just so bloody messy. I want this room to literally sparkle", you call over your shoulder, disappearing up the stairs just a moment later.

Taehyung chuckles and shakes his head. He does clean, often actually. You were just too critical.

Taehyung doesn’t get to see you for the next twenty minutes. Then you are hurrying down the stairs with yet another bucket filled with dirty water.

He barely acknowledges you, eyes flitting up for only a second before fixating back on the canvas. He has a painting to finish, he shouldn’t get distracted.

Back you come, shirt soaked at the front. You must have spilled water on the fabric. Taehyung looks at your torso for only a moment, strokes of his brush faltering.

"I spilled water, silly me", you tell him, continuing your way, "thank god it is going to be the last bucket I need."

And with that you disappear up the stairs.

Taehyung shakes his head and blinks quickly to focus his eyes back on the canvas. He mustn’t get distracted now, he has been doing so well up until now.

Thirty minutes later and you return, carrying the bucket and the rest of the cleaning supplies.

"I'm finally done", you announce happily, waddling over to him, "how is my handsome painter doing?" you ask him, lingering behind him.

In your new position you are able to shield the sun from his back. It is remarkably less hot now that he is in your shadow. Taehyung welcomes the change in temperature with a content sigh.

"Oooh darling, that looks really good. I am loving the trees you painted", you say with your eyes squinted at the half-finished painting.

"You think so? I was in the impression that I messed up their shading", he murmurs, leaning back slightly to inspect his work. He is chewing on his brush as he does.

"You are just too self-critical", you say and lean down to peck his cheek. It flusters him, judging by the rapid blinking he is doing.

"You are a very talented painter", you say, grinning like the biggest idiot ever before kissing his cheek a second time, "an adorable one too" you add with a giggle.

He looks away, breathing speeding up. Well, this properly flustered him.

"Don't say such things", he chokes out, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm just telling the truth. You’re adorable."

Taehyung shifts, if he was wearing a tie he would have pulled at it.

"I am serious ___", he warns, which only makes you giggle.

"Alright, alright, I apologize. Gosh", you kiss his neck just once and then turn to leave, "here I was trying to compliment you and then I get my words forbidden by you spoilsport", you tease, leaving him behind in his flusteredness.

Taehyung is gawking at the empty doorway. You just kissed his cheek. Twice. And his neck too.

He laughs breathlessly.

This is going to be burned into his memories in soft pastel colours and as the mellifluous feeling of butterflies in his stomach.

He touches his neck, dancing his fingers up to his cheek. His skin tingles at the memory of your kiss. His chest feels so unbearably warm.

He giggles and scrunches his nose up. You just called him adorable. Another giggle leaves him. That felt so wonderful to hear. Now he feels beyond motivated to finally finish this cursed painting.

It is around forty two minutes later when he can hear your naked feet hurry back to his atelier. You must have taken a shower. The scent of your shower gel enters the room before you do, tickling his nose.

"That shower felt nice. I was so sweaty, I kid you not", you enter the room.

"The sun is sweltering today, isn’t she?" Taehyung murmurs, eyes glued to the painting.

He had been in the flow for the past half an hour. He doesn’t want to risk losing his spark of inspiration by looking up.

"Most definitely, you can clearly feel that summer is almost here", you say, strutting to his atelier's wine table which is located just a little to the right behind Taehyung.

Taehyung swirls his brush over the canvas, grinning to himself. That was a perfect stroke. The tree branch looks marvellous.

"I am having a glass of Tempranillo, do you also want one?"

"So we are day drinking now?"

"It's just a little glass and I want to treat myself whilst reading my book. I deserve that after working tirelessly."

"Very well then, I would love a glass. Thank you", he says, mixing together red and green.

He can hear the wine trickle into the glass as you pour it out of its claret jug. He can smell it too, sweet but not as sweet as the scent of your skin. He does enjoy the fusion of the scents however, they leave him feeling just comfortably droopy. You walk to him and soon a glass of red wine appears in his vision.

"There you go", you tell him.

"Thank you so much, my dar-" Taehyung's words get cut off, his eyes widening, "oh dear…" he gasps.

The fur coat he gave you is hugging your body. It is open by the front, giving view to the single piece of clothing you are wearing. White panties, barely leaving anything to his imagination.

"Sweetest this is…" he looks up, "...a surprise, wow this is", his eyes linger on your naked chest, "wow."

"I was hot from cleaning all day", you explain nonchalantly.

"And a fur coat was the proper choice?" he asks, cocking his right eyebrow up.

"It is not like I am wearing lots underneath", you shrug your shoulders and sip on your wine.

"I can see that", he says, eyes lingering on your core again, "allow me to touch you."

"Nope, I am off to read", you say, leaning down to kiss his lips.

You taste like wine and temptation. Taehyung finds himself standing up from his stool just slightly to deepen the kiss.

But just as you had kissed him, you are pulling away again. You step back with a playful giggle, sparkling eyes lingering on his flustered face.

"I'm upstairs reading", you say, turning around to strut to the stairs. You make sure to sway your hips as you walk, tangling the wine glass from your fingers playfully.

Taehyung isn't having it however. In the span of a second he is in front of you, hooded eyes drawing you in.

"You're cheeky today, aren’t you?" he rasps, hungry eyes travelling along your exposed stomach.

"Maybe", you grin, "I like flustering you."

"Do you now?"

"Yes", you giggle, "you look adorable when you do."

Taehyung cocks his right eyebrow up, lowering his eyes playfully.

"Adorable? Mhhhm", he smirks, "do I now?" he rasps and begins unbuttoning his shirt.

"Oh, dear", you whisper, gulping. So he is going to strip for you. This is so exciting.

His elegant fingers travel along his torso, working diligently at opening his shirt for your viewing pleasure. There weren’t many closed in the first place. You have learned from being with him day in and out that Taehyung enjoys wearing as little clothing as possible during the warmer months. Wide-legged linen pants replace the well-tailored suit pants he so enjoys to wear in the colder months. His suit jackets become catchers of dust during the summer and his fur slippers rest untouched by the door. He also really enjoys keeping his shirts open until the fourth - sometimes even fifth - button. He says it is to help him keep cool, but you know better. One time when you visited him in his atelier, you could watch as he unbuttoned his shirt hurriedly upon your arrival. He wasn’t doing this to keep cool, he was doing this to rile you up.

Taehyung doesn’t take off his shirt once open, instead he dances his right hand up his own body right in the middle of his stomach. You follow it, licking your lips in anticipation of what was to come. He tugs gently, revealing the gentle swell of his right pec to your lingering eyes.

Your eyes meet. His gaze is burning, taunting you in the most temptatious of ways. A teasing smirk is tugging at his lips and his fingers continue their path, dancing up his dainty collarbones. You follow them with your eyes, wishing for his fingertips to be the tip of your tongue instead. You developed quite the weakness for his collarbones and Taehyung knew of that. There were many occasions where he showed them off in low cut shirts or seductive stretches of his neck. Of course those moments were mere moments of coincidence to him, but you knew your boyfriend better. He is, afterall, the most talented seducer you have ever met.

Taehyung sighs for your hearing pleasure, tilting his head slightly to the side to dance his pointer finger up his collarbone and neck one last time before he draws swirls on his shoulder, tugging the fabric of his thin shirt with him.

You gasp in surprise when he makes his shirt slip down his shoulder. It trickles down his arm, giving view to his upper body. Beautiful and so tempting. Oh, how your fingertips are itching to feel his skin.

Your eyes meet. The fire in his gaze has spread, making you feel heated and dizzy. Down you look again, watching his hand stroke over his own chest to get to his other shoulder. With one elegant flick, the fabric falls off and reveals his torso in all its glory. It makes your mouth water at the sight.

Taehyung straightens his back and takes a deep breath just so you could watch how it makes his chest move.

You bask in the tension filled silence and look into his eyes. They are glinting dangerously.

"Am I still adorable, darling?" he asks, voice slightly deeper than usual. Oh, he is carrying that seductive rasp in it. That one distinct rasp which makes your entire body tingle.

You don’t answer him, instead you place your glass of wine on the next best surface and then turn. Taehyung follows your movements with bated breath.

You give him a taunting smirk and touch your stomach. Taehyung looks at your hand in an instant, following the path it takes with blown out pupils.

You swirl it up your stomach and let it disappear behind the fur coat to cup your own breast. His breath hitches at the sight.

You allow a soft moan to escape as you give your breast a soft squeeze, making sure that the movement would expose it to Taehyung's greedy eyes.

He licks over his lips and growls quietly, widening his eyes just to get a better view.

He follows your hand as it travels up to your shoulder, disappearing under the coat only for it to lift it a moment later. The coat drops with a low thud, pooling by your feet.

Taehyung exhales in a shudder, eyes racing over your naked body.

"Does that answer your question?" you ask him.

"Oh darling…"

The air is charged in so much tension that your skin prickles.

Now you are both bared to each other, feeling the warm air of summer on your skin and basking in the other's gaze. You don’t dare to move and neither does Taehyung. Like two cautious animals before a ravenous dance you look at each other, waiting for the other's movement with tensed muscles. Both of you know that once that first movement is made, a dance for pleasure will be inevitable.

You take a deep breath, Taehyung looks into your eyes. He taunts you, wants you to make the first move. Oh he has you hypnotised.

You take a small step. Taehyung's composure completely shatters. He is on you in an instant, hot torso pressed against yours and hungry mouth latched to your neck in sloppy kisses. You moan his name and melt under his kisses, tilting your body back. Taehyung holds you safely, making your back arch in the most sinful of slopes.

“Taehyung…” you sigh sweetly, fluttering your eyelids.

His tongue is exploring your every inch, feasting on the sweetness of your skin. Wherever it leaves, goosebumps rise in its stead. Your shoulders and collarbones, the swell of your breasts and swollen nipples. Taehyung sucks on them eagerly, pressing your body closer. He is swelling, those black linen pants of his’ do little to hide his desire for you.

“Oh Tae, this feels wonderful”, you let him know breathily, arching your back even more and tilting your head back.

His eyes flit up, glinting ruby for only a moment at the sight of your neck. He moans, lets go of your sensitive nipple with a sinful suck and kisses up your body to reach his favorite sin. His big, elegant hands are running up and down your back in hungry madness, eliciting goosebumps all over your skin.

“Darling”, he croaks, lips pressed to your pulse point as his hot breath fans over your skin quickly.

His hardness is rubbing against your stomach, he presses you even closer. Oh, his hands feel like fire on your back.

“Darling I want you”, he pleads, fangs slowly replacing his human teeth. Your body tingles in electricity at the feeling, head tilting back even more. You are completely at his mercy in this position.

He could have you however he pleases and you could do nothing but offer yourself. The feeling excites you unlike anything else.

He moans and licks, feeling the strings of his sanity stretch to the point of almost breaking. How ravenous he is for you. How sweet you smell. How tempting your pulse sounds.

"Please allow me to have you", he begs, soiling your skin with his saliva. His cock is throbbing, leaking through his pants. His fingers are strong and eager in exploring you. He is shaking in desperation.

"Please…" he tries and whimpers softly.

“Oh Tae”, you sigh.

How wonderful, the coat had its desired effect. After many tries and breathless nights, you realised that your naked body in his fur coat was a sure way of getting a glimpse at the raw hunger inside of him. Today seems no different. You haven't seen him that desperate for your blood in weeks. The last time was a very spontaneous adventure to the coast. Taehyung took you in his convertible and together you shared a picnic on a blanket as the waves crashed against the high cliffs below you. He ate you out on the blanket until the sun had wandered quite a lot in the sky and then he fucked you. Hard and raw and deep while his fangs were buried in your neck and his tongue was lapping at your skin. You love thinking back to that day.

"Please darling…" he pleads and kisses your neck sloppily. Every so often he is pinching your skin with his fangs.

You roll your head to the side and hum in content. This feels so good.

Taehyung raises his lips just enough so he can speak.

"I want you like nothing else", he rasps in a deep voice, dragging his fangs over your skin, "you're tempting me aren’t you?"

"What do you mean?" you purr, panting in excitement.

"Staying silent but with your heart racing in your neck like this. I can hear it clearly, it is stealing the sanity from me", he says and moans hungrily.

"I don't know what you’re talking about", you sigh, shivering uncontrollably when Taehyung drags his tongue over your neck.

He whimpers, "you are driving me insane."

You smile victoriously, rolling your head to the side.

“I’m at your mercy Taehyung”, you sigh, feeling his length throb at your words.

He growls and bites down gently. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to make you dizzy in pleasure.

"Ah Tae", you gasp, grasping his hips.

"Do you like that?" he rasps. He sucks on your skin until it stings, fingers dancing down your spine.

"Yes", you choke out, reaching for his pants to undo the string. You just have to feel him. You just have to.

Taehyung moans deeply, allowing you to open his pants for your hand whilst licking your neck right where you smell the sweetest.

A second later and he feels your fingers on his length, stroking him eagerly.

"Ah god, darling."

He drags his nose up your neck and moans sinfully, length throbbing in your grasp as he grows into his complete size under your touch. He feels his thoughts scramble because of your touches and yet he still tries to whisper tempting words into your ear.

"You aren’t as innocent as you enjoy to g-give yourself. Are you, my sweetest?" he rasps, lips tickling the shell of your ear.

"You know I'm not", you breathe, tilting your head to the side and rolling your palm over his tip repeatedly.

"Of course not", he chuckles lazily and moans, fingers dancing down to your panties while his fangs tickle your neck.

You are gasping in anticipation, shivering with every faint tickle his elegant fingers give you. He bites your neck then, just as he lets his hand disappear inside your panties.

"Holy fuck Tae."

Your knees are buckling, neck tingling at the sensation of his fangs digging into your skin. It came as a surprise, making the sensation all the more intense.

"Taehyung, oh god Taehyung", you pant, gasping for air.

He moans loudly, covering your fingers in his arousal. His thoughts are scrambling, a symphony of fire is burning in his veins. You taste of honey and wine, Taehyung is getting lost in you with no return.

He digs his fangs deeper, listening to the sinful moan you let out. He growls, burying two of his skilled fingers in your cunt and pressing his palm against your clit. You are so hot and wet around him, clenching with each suck he does.

"Taehyung", you keen, encouraging him with eager strokes around his cock, “Taehyung, oh please don’t stop.”

He lets off of you just to speak.

"Keep touching me like this my sweetest. It feels wonderful", he rasps, grinding his palm against your clit and curling his fingers.

Then he is burying his fangs in your neck a second time right next to his first bite, feasting on your sweet treasure hungrily. You mewl and quiver, neck burning at the sensation. Deeper his fangs go, searching for the addicting drops of your sweetness.

You touch him more eagerly, earning yourself a guttural moan and a harsh suck on your neck, which makes you tingle all the way down to your toes.

"Sweetest", you whisper with your voice pitched, feeling dizzy in pleasure.

Taehyung releases your neck and kisses your collarbones then, grinding down harder.

"Tae please don’t stop", you sigh, knees buckling at the sensation.

His red lips draw lines of adoration over your shoulders next, until even the last inch of your skin was covered in your cherry nectar.

"You knew what you were doing, weren’t you?" Taehyung whispers breathlessly, dragging his big hand up your side. It is so warm and soft, leaving your skin prickling in need, “I could barely get myself to stop right now”, he adds and licks at your skin to clean the kiss marks off.

Your heart is racing in your shoulder, it takes everything inside of him not to bite you again. He must control himself, mustn’t take too much, must be a gentleman.

"Says the one, w-who walked through the estate with his shirt open", you stutter, feeling up and down his pecs. Your neck feels so incredibly lonely, so so cold without Taehyung’s mouth devouring it.

Taehyung growls playfully, grasping the small of your back to press you against him. Like this you are arching your back, sighing at the feeling of his silken skin against yours. His body feels like fire now that he has fed from you.

"I don't know what you are talking about", he says innocently and curls his fingers.

"Tae", you whisper squeakily. His fingers will never cease to enchant you. You open your eyes and look at him, "Taehyung…"

He is showing you his true face, panting with his mouth agape and blood covered fangs glistening in the sunlight. So sinful. His cock throbs in your fingers. He is leaking, you know that he is, because you can feel it against your lower stomach and it is all over your digits too. Exactly how you like it. Riling him up is afterall one of your favourite leisure activities.

"I want you", he growls, fucking his fingers into you as if they were his aching length.

You squeak and moan, grasping his neck for support.

"I want you with all my body", he moans.

"I’m at your mercy Tae", you sigh, arching into him, “take me as you please.”

He smirks, his eyes burning darkly.

"It would be my p-pleasure."

Your fumbling stops, leaving both of you aching. But not for long. He lifts you up and a second later you are by his painting, sitting on his lap and facing him. You laugh at first, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and hugging him tightly. He giggles, caressing your back and basking in the sound of your voice.

"I'll never get tired of you doing that", you confess.

"Yes? I'll remember it."

"Mh-hm", you nod your head and lock eyes with him.

His own race between yours, tender fingers swirling up and down your spine.

You begin rubbing your core up and down on his thigh, chasing the pleasure. He growls deeply, grasping your hips. Just as the sensation began, it was stopped by his cruel hand. You squirm, craving it like nothing else.

"No, no my darling. You are not doing this", he says.

"Why?" you mewl.

"Because I am greedy for your warm cunt around my length", he rasps, making you shudder in pleasure.

He can be so filthy if only he wants to.

"Taehyung", you sigh, growing restless to the point that it hurts.

"Lift yourself for me."

You both undress, connecting with each other a moment later. Taehyung shudders at the feeling of finally sinking into you, grasping your hips tighter. You moan and clench around him, barely handling the stretch of his massive cock.

"How are you feeling?" he makes sure.

"I'm, I’m - oh", you shudder, resting your forehead on his shoulder, "- not going to last long."

"Yes? Oh sweetest you are so sensitive”, he taunts and guides your movements.

You mewl, twisting his hair at the back of his head. The pleasure is unbearable, your spots most sensitive are getting stimulated in the best possible of ways.

“Taehyung, please Taehyung.”

Taehyung presses your hips down and speeds up their movements, basking in the feeling of your hot walls clenching around him. You mewl again and squirm on his lap.

“I can’t, it is too good, oh I can’t”, you whimper, trying your hardest to flee from his length.

He doesn’t let you, keeping an iron grip on your hip as he forces you to take every inch and every second of your pleasure.

“Taehyung, I can’t. I'm not, not gonna last.”

“Ssssh it’s alright darling, I’m with you”, he soothes you, running his hand along your spine until he can bury it in your hair and press you closer.

You hug him gladly, burying your face in his neck and moaning his name like it was the only word you have ever learned. You begin moving your hips, chasing the pleasure his body gives you. You know that his feeding has made you sensitive to him. It always does. Taehyung spoke of a special connection, that once a human offers to become their vampire partner's bloodsource they develop an unbreakable bond with each other. He called it magical and you believe him. When you are with him after he fed from you, you feel warm all over, buzzing in endorphins and yet there is an ache in you, an ache only his body can still. So you chase him, you chase the sensations and the pleasure only he can give you, needing it to keep the ache at bay.

“Hold me, please hold me”, you plead shakily and Taehyung wraps his arms around you in an instant, “thank you”, you sigh, dancing your hips over his length desperately.

The ache is barely noticeable now that you are in his arms, the sensations become even more intense.

“You are taking me so well. Oh sweetest darling, it feels wonderful to be inside of you”, he whispers and moans softly, twisting his fingers in your hair to press you closer. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and begins moving his hips to meet your movements.

“Tae”, you squeak, digging your nails into his back.

“That’s it, take my cock, my darling. Take all of me”, he encourages you in his chocolaty voice, lapping at your bite marks sloppily.

His tongue is like fire on your skin, leaving you to clench around him desperately. Oh you are so filled up by him, so utterly his’ that you feel his name stumble over your tongue in a desperate mantra of devoted pleasure. Taking his everything is the most wonderful feeling in the world.

Taehyung growls softly, pressing his parted lips against your neck as his eyes fall closed in bliss. He listens to your sweet chant of his name, feeling himself swell inside of you. Your warmth is like no other sensation in this world.

“Ah darling, hah-ah”, he moans softly and hugs you tighter.

“I’m so close”, you confess, soiling his shoulder with two drops of your tears.

“Don’t hold back. I will hold you”, he encourages you.

“Feed from me again”, you plead.

“Darling…” he whispers, length throbbing uncontrollably.

“Please sweetest - oh god - oh - p-please feed from me”, you stutter, hips rutting against him sloppily. You are so close, all you need is the warmth of his bite.

Taehyung obeys, burying his fangs in the crook of your neck deeply.

You yelp, climaxing around him immediately. Your every fiber is burning up, your body is squirming uncontrollably. This is your rebirth. Nothing feels like Taehyung does.

Taehyung moans and bites down harder, going mad at your sweet taste. Your blood tastes mellifluous when you reach your high. It tastes so good. Oh, Taehyung is slipping. It tastes so good.

“I want your seed Tae”, your voice is like a distant whisper in his ringing ears. The whisper, the taste of your blood, the warmth of your cunt. It gets too much for him. He groans against your neck, climaxing uncontrollably.

You groan and flinch on his lap. Oh his fangs go so deep, his hips are so restless. He is so lost in you. You can barely handle it.

He finishes with an angry buck of his hips, letting go of your neck to lick at your bite instead. You tingle, basking in the sensations. His skin is hot and damp in sweat, his length is still so swollen, throbbing inside of you as his afterglow ebbs down slowly. Oh how his back trembles in the heavy pants he takes and how tense his stomach still feels against your sensitive clit. And his hair, oh how wonderfully soft it feels now that you began playing with it.

Taehyung raises his head with a shudder of his entire body, giving view of his blood covered lower face and ruby eyes. The black veins under his eyes are pulsating angrily. He grunts and swallows hard, furrowing his brows.

“Are you alright Taehyung?” you ask him, cupping his cheek. You have never seen his veins pulsate before.

He nods his head and grunts again.

You know him to be a master of control. He would never hurt you or step over the line where pleasure turns into greed. But in this moment, it seems like it takes everything inside of him not to latch himself onto your neck again. You know that it does, because his true face has never stayed for so long after you had finished, on other days he manages to hide it after mere seconds.

“Shall I get off of you and leave the room?”

“No”, he presses out, “let me bask in your warmth, I will manage”, he pants and closes his eyes to lean into your touch.

You study his features, watching how they become more and more tranquil. His breathing calms down as well, now coming and going like gentle waves hitting the shore. His veins stop pulsating, now looking like leafless branches against the white sky. He was in control again, now merely showing you his true face because he was too exhausted to hide it away.

He opens his eyes.

“I almost lost control. My darling, you must stop being so delicious”, he says and makes you laugh.

“Or you stop being so greedy”, you tease, earning yourself a fond chuckle.

“You can’t blame me. You were the one who tempted me with the coat. You know what effect it has on me.”

“I know. That is why I wore it.”

Taehyung grins lazily, reaching up to cup your cheek.

“How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?”

“No. It wasn’t painful. Although”, you roll your neck, “it’s kind of pinching and itching right now.”

“Mhhm”, he hums in concern, “I shall tend to your bites then”, he says, standing up with you in his arms to carry you to the bathroom.

“Tae”, you squeal, “oh dear, what are you doing? At least slip out of me”, you laugh, hugging his body tightly.

“Never. I am now part of you”, he rasps, making you giggle into his neck shyly as he bounces you in his arms and in consequence on his cock.

"Tae…"

"Mh-hm, I know", he sighs, continuing the movements to chase your warmth.

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Rebels Rewatch: "Hera's Heroes"

*whispers* Is our favorite blue bastard back? Oh you betcha.

The episode title seems to be a reference to Hogan's Heroes, an old boomer-era TV show dark comedy sitcom about a P.O.W. camp in Nazi Germany.

...No listen, the charm is, I'm told, that the German officers are portrayed as bumbling idiots and the P.O.W.s basically run an entire clandestine resistance campaign right under their noses. So there are all kinds of shenanigans involved and a lot of taking the piss out of the Axis Powers and honestly some of it seems right in line with what kind of mischief the Rebels have been known to get into so the shoutout makes sense to me.

Anyway.

Cham and Numa return!

"The Empire is getting better at anticipating our moves!" Ha ha yeah he... he has a tendency to do that. It's a little scary sometimes.

Now taking bets on whether or not Thrawn showing up on Ryloth was premeditated in order to draw the Spectres out.

"My daughter is always serious." Lol, love how this joke comes back later.

This music cue is great, I love it. Lot of rapid build-up to the serious horn variation of "Shenanigans".

"You didn't think this through did you?" LOL love that awkward little noise the Scout Trooper makes, he's just like, "Oh..."

Zeb being a perfect big brother asking Ezra if he has the Scout Trooper set yet and knocking out the trooper awww.

Hugs! Lovely to see that Cham and Hera have repaired their relationship.

Yeeeeeeah I don't think it was Slavin that you underestimated, Cham. I think it's pretty heavily suggested it was actually Thrawn who ousted y'all from the house there.

Hera is a bit reluctant to include everyone in what's arguably a very personal and selfish mission but they're all for it, so into the fray we go.

I think I may have had a little mourning moment the first time I watched this, upon the realization that Ezra doesn't fit in his cadet uniform anymore.

Zeb nudging Kanan in the arm to let him know it's time to charge out. <333 And Sabine grabbing his wrist and keeping hold of it until they're both on the blurrg. See, little touches like this are great, just a nice subtle way of showing Kanan's blindness without calling direct attention to it.

Some really nice Hera and Ezra interaction this episode, I really liked that, they don't get to be on missions together much so this is refreshing.

Do we know if this is a reused asset from TCW? Looks almost too nice to be one lol.

:((((((

Droids can have PTSD apparently, Chopper is unusually sad about this crashed Y-wing, grieving his former pilot maybe?

*strains ears* This soft music-box like cue almost sounds like Leia's theme. It's too short and buried under the dialogue for me to tell and even Clone Gunner Commander Jedi doesn't have it extracted.

HHFHFHFFFFFHH FRICK.

The man can jumpscare me just walking into a room, gah.

"The Rebel activity is far from here." As Ezra and Hera are literally sneaking past them lol told you the reference to Hogan's Heroes was deliberate.

Oooh the harp in this cue, nice!

Chopper's finally over his drama in order to assist.

We return to Hera and co. after a brief setpiece back in the canyon and Chopper readily plays "malfunctioning droid" again for a distraction.

Hera smoothly slipping back into her Ryloth accent to try and deflect suspicion. <3

Ezra trying to at least stay next to her even if he can't break cover.

Thrawn already totally knows it's Hera.

Ohhhhh boy it's time for creepy Cultural Appropriation!Thrawn, with him analyzing the details of his opponents' culture and traditions in order to find ways to hurt and oppress them more effectively for the Empire.

Since he studied up on Twi'lek culture he knows what a kalikori is, and its significance. Therefore he knew immediately that someone trying to smuggle one out of the compound would have to have some kind of personal emotional connection to it. This kalikori was found in Cham Syndulla's office, ergo, family of Cham Syndulla. Ergo, obviously, Hera Syndulla, noted Rebel insurgent.

See I kind of like this method of showing Thrawn's "strategic art analysis", which was practically magic bullshit in the original Heir To The Empire trilogy. Thrawn comes across as brilliant but not OP here, instead.

By the way, "Thrawn's Web" is the perfect musical leitmotif for him. Creepy plinky music box notes giving way to slowly building cathedral organs, ominous and refined.

I almost feel like I need to take a shower after this exchange it's so freaking creepy. Thrawn almost exotifies Hera here, breathlessly gushing and envious about how she was "forged" by war, while he merely studies it from the outside.

Making Hera the primary rival/foil to Thrawn was a really inspired decision for Rebels, contrasting her passion to his apathy, her warmth to his cold sterility. The villainous respect he has for her makes their interactions cordial with a hostile edge.

Plus, with all his focus on Hera, identifying her as the primary threat, he completely misses all the Force Bullshit that Kanan and Ezra are capable of throwing at him lol.

After all, he repeats the idea, "To defeat an enemy you must know them." and as he later confesses to Ezra in the finale he doesn't know the Force.

(It's almost impossible for him to know, Palpatine has spent so much effort destroying and hoarding other Force disciplines. Way to screw yourself Palps.)

Worried spacemom when Thrawn stuns Ezra. <33333

:((((

Thrawn's picky insistence on using the "correct" pronunciation of Hera's name is also creepy.

Thrawn: "Really too bad you're probably gonna be executed immediately. Anyway I'm taking your family heirloom for my art collection, definitely not as some kind of sick trophy of my besting you noooooo not at all." Hera: "Kriff you, bastard!"

Thanking Hera for her "hospitality" when the Empire literally invaded and occupied her house, he's such an asshole. It's great. I love him.

Ngl, not gonna lie, really dig Feral!Thrawn. I have a thing about seeing normally calm, stoic characters just completely lose their shit and go berserk. ('s'why I took Thrawn through a slow Villainous Breakdown in my "Mirrorverse" series.) Even this brief loss of control is just *mwah*.

"What'd I miss?" He's so cute.

"And my daughter is not important?!" Awww, see, character growth!

Love this conversation, Ezra reassuring Hera that he doesn't regret coming along to support her on this.

Chopper running full tilt into Ezra lol.

Hera gave the murderbot permission to find and plant explosives, uh-oh, ha ha.

Caps that could easily be watercolor paintings number 337.

Slavin seems very confident and snooty. Something that becomes a pattern on the show is that Thrawn will let more incompetent underlings fail so he can learn more about the Rebels, will set them up to fail sometimes.

Also something I noticed before but this little moment reminded me, the Stormtroopers tend to be pretty rough with Ezra, they're always shoving at him or manhandling him for absolutely no reason, they're just petty.

Chopper laughing maniacally as he plants the detonators. <3

"You were serious?!" You're the one who said she was always serious my dude, lol.

Impressive move from Kanan, redirecting that rocket at the AT-DP.

You know I think maybe Thrawn likes the cat and mouse thrill, obviously he sacrifices smaller victories for eventual much larger ones but I also think he's just really into having a worthy opponent.

Preeeeeettyyyyyyyyyy.

Hera talking about how her mother's memory is kept alive via the love that Hera's Found Family shares, while Zeb is giving Ezra noogies in the background aaaaah I love it.

I think I remember wanting this episode to have been a little longer??? Not quite sure why I thought that now, maybe I just really wanted more of it at the time.

Thrawn gets his first personal up-close encounter with the Spectres and even if he's hands off about actually closing the trap on them this episode we can tell he's got major plans coming, and is factoring what he learned about Hera specifically into them for later. This did annoy certain fanbros who forgot that this was Thrawn's whole thing and decided it was Plot Armor because kids show but frankly I ignore those types of people and my fandom experience is better for it.

As I already said, love the Hera-Ezra interaction, love the music, this episode is honestly a bit laid-back and unassuming compared to the tense premiere and dramatic previous episodes. Lulls you into a false sense of security. Just like Thrawn. XD

I'll be talking more about him later, trust me, I have Opinions™.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #rebels rewatch #liveblog #fair forwarning i tag any post in which i take the piss out of thrawn as:#dunking on the blue bastard #so if you're not here for that that's what you blacklist

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citrus-blade · 1 year

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Infeasible (Snippet of a DNB Oneshot)

Techno was woken up in the early hours of the day by a loud crashing sound outside the door. With an annoyed grumble in his voice he rose from his bed, grabbed a nearby torch and walked up to the door. As the flames finally came alive and enlightened his little bedroom a bit, he opened the dark wooden door that lead to the corridor. He had not bothered to put on more clothes than his pants, hoping to be able to return to bed right after.

However, that hope fast died down when he saw no other but the king's advisor – also Techno’s close friend – Philza. The man with blond shoulder long hair was looking Techno up and down with a raised brow before clearing his throat. “I assume you forgot about your duty tonight?”

Duty. What duty? The confusion must have been clear on the pinkette’s face as Philza groaned loudly in annoyance with the shake of his head. “The prince arrives tonight, did you seriously forget about that?”

And fuck, Techno did. “Oh, okay, I can explain,” Techno started, watching how the older man in front of him leaned his weight on one of his legs and crossing his arms in front of his chest, ready to hear an explanation that wasn’t really one. It was an excuse and a poorly one.

“So, Tommy-” Techno started, immediately earning an exasperated sound from the other man, but he decided to ignore it, “You know, your son, decided that he needed some extra lessons in sword training. He was right, he is still awful, and in order to train with me he used a favor.”

“What favor?” Philza asked with gritted teeth.

“You remember when that polar bear that was a present from another country escaped a few weeks ago?”

“Oh Lord, Techno please don’t tell me-”

“Yep, it was me,” admitted the younger – yet taller – man with a simple shrug. “Poor dude was in a tiny cage, he was miserable! Steve deserved better so I set him free while Tommy distracted everyone.”

“Wait, is that why he shoved all the food from the table and screamed about some bugs in it?” Another nod from Techno made Philza run red with anger, which he had all right to, because he had yelled at the cooks and kitchen workers for at least an hour about how something like this could happen at a royal gathering.

He must have felt horrible about it now.

A deep breath later and the old man was able to speak with a rather calm voice – the annoyance was still there, but strangers wouldn’t have noticed. Now, Techno was no stranger, he had been friends with Philza for years, but he appreciated him trying to hide his emotions for Techno’s sake. Or really, for the time that was running away.

“Anyway,” he said, looking at Techno with a stern gaze. “Get dressed, the prince should arrive any minute and as his assigned personal knight you have to be there to bring him to his chambers. When you’re not out in five minutes I will make sure you have to look after Tommy for the next few weeks as a trainee.” And with those words spoken the man left, leaving behind a distraught Techno.

He had received that punishment once and he wasn’t keen on living through it again.

Fast he closed the door again and got dressed in his knight armor, a new one as he was a personal knight now. It looked fancier with more emblems and a red cape at the back. Wasn’t really helpful for fighting, but most personal knights didn’t fight as they’d rather lead the people they’re guarding away from dangerous situation than indulge them.

Which was dumb, because only the best knights were chosen as personal knights therefore being wasted. Why having the best knights not on the battlefield where they were actually useful? Techno never understood it, but it was the system he had to run with because otherwise he would be without a job.

Once the armor was on he tied his long pink hair up into a braided ponytail, making sure it would not be in the way. He washed his face real quick – making sure he looked presentable for their new resident – and then left. Outside Philza was waiting, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor. Without another word they walked out of the chambers’ corridor, up a flight of stairs and into the big hallway of the castle.

It lead right to the doors, already opening with guards standing around, waiting. The air was tense and that no one spoke didn’t make it better and the prince not being here to greet the newcomer showed how dumb this all really was.

All this was political, an arranged marriage sealed for the sake of kingdoms. The kingdom Techno had lived in all his life and now worked for, was known for it’s desired materials. Gold, emeralds, iron, diamonds. Everything that was needed to provide for a strong defense, to give to people to fight and protect. Additionally they were able to provide a lot of food, the farmers having good growth in vegetables and everyone was successful in paying taxes.

Now, you’d probably wonder why a kingdom like that would be in need of an arranged marriage. The answer was simple, it wasn’t. But there was a prince, greedy and arrogant, who got whatever he desired – or rather who he desired.

Techno was in the throne room on a shift when the prince had entered to talk to his parents. He remembered how the spoiled man had talked about another young man he had met at the ball he just came from. Talked about the fluffy golden hair and eyes that shone just like the emeralds his kingdom had in their mines. Dreamed about tanned skin that was dotted with freckles all over the person’s face and shoulders, had voiced how he wanted to know where else those freckles were.

It was disgusting, seeing how the prince was horny for someone else, someone who apparently didn’t look at him and had made sure to stay away from. The prince was known for being a spoiled brat who couldn’t accept a ‘no’ for an answer, who sneered at everyone and saw others as peasants and unworthy. Non royals didn’t know and Techno feared the day the king would die and that man would take his throne, it was doomed.

Secretly Techno was glad that the other prince seemed to not be interested, but that didn’t stop the other. Because he had found out that he came from a poor kingdom, one that couldn’t feed it’s villagers and wasn’t able to provide medicine when sickness fell over the country. The kingdom was desperate, needed help from a richer kingdom but no one was willing to, they didn’t have anything useful to give.

Emeroldas – the Kingdom Techno lived in and would give his life for – was different. They already had everything they wanted and nothing to lose, so the king had soon sent a messenger to the Kingdom of Esempi with an offer of help in an exchange for the prince’s hand. He had to get married and live in Emeroldas, leaving his family and friends behind.

And they accepted and that was how he landed here, waiting in the middle of the night for a carriage with a young prince inside. The wedding was in a few months, tradition said that until then the two to be wed had to stay in separate rooms and not touch each other lustfully. It was all the king had asked for when he allowed his son to marry him, to respect those simple traditions.

Techno was assigned as the personal knight of the Prince of Esempi a few days later after practicing his sword fighting. Philza was the king’s adviser and had told him about Techno’s talent and after seeing it with his own eyes, the king had no doubt that the pinkette was suited for the job.

Now he stood in the castle’s courtyard for a green carriage with a prince sitting inside. A man who had given up his own life to help out his people. It’s a sad fate, knowing that this man will probably never find true love and live a happy life, but it was the duty of a prince. Techno would make sure to protect him, he would fulfill his own duty.

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That were the first few paragraphs of a a Dreamnoblade oneshot I am working on from time to time! :]

#dreamnoblade #dnb #technowastaken #fanfiction

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canonicallyobserving911 · 1 year

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After the debacle that was the 6A mid-season finale, the dust from last night’s episode has somewhat settled and something became very apparent after reading a response to an anonymous ask that was answered by @texasbama regarding the sperm donor storyline.

Everything that’s happened with it thus far has been rushed and jumbled together. Buck was asked to be a sperm donor in 6x4, he did the deed in a cup in 6x7 and then in 6x9, BAM, Kameron’s pregnant and Buck believes and proudly tells the 118 (except for Bobby his father figure) he’s going to be a daddy. Uh, no he’s not, he’s just the “Donor, not dad!” but he hasn’t realized that part yet since he bought the baby a onesie. None of this storyline has made any NARRATIVE sense and it hasn’t been cohesively done which is a pity especially since, prior to season 4, 9-1-1 was known for its awesome storytelling when the storylines involved the main cast. Therefore it appears the sperm donor storyline might be a DISTRACTION and is possibly being used to direct the audience’s attention towards it in an effort to thwart the attention away from Buck and Eddie becoming a CANON couple. The Buckley-Diaz Family was built by Buck and Eddie years ago and the only missing piece to the puzzle is them verbally confessing their love to each other. If the narrative continues, the sperm donor situation may or may not have an effect on Buck and Eddie’s relationship but when it’s removed from the equation, Eddie’s frustrations regarding Buck not realizing he’s already a dad to Christopher can be clearly seen and so can Buck’s desire to have a family of his own. They are the only two people who can give each other exactly what the other one needs and wants and they have always been right in front of each other. Also don’t forget the couch metaphor from 6x1 especially since Buck still doesn’t have a couch and Eddie fell asleep on his couch at the end of 6x9 and he was wearing a different set of clothes than the ones he wore while he was on the phone talking to Buck (The Buckley-Diaz Family in Shades of Blue during season 6 will be updated and posted today).

It’s IMPOSSIBLE to predict how this sperm donor ridiculousness will end since there are 14 weeks until 6B premiers but that amount of time also makes it easy to ignore it and focus solely on The Buckley-Diaz Family along with continuing to focus on Buck and Eddie’s actions and the way they love each other. Is it frustrating to watch this ridiculous storyline for Buck, ABSOLUTELY! Does anyone want it to continue, some might and they’re happy with it but based on comments that were posted last night on several social media platforms and post-mortem interview articles, the majority of the GA is already over it, just want it to end and many have said they might not return for 6B. Buck, Eddie and their son Christopher have been shown as a family since 2x4 “Stuck” after Buck stepped in to help Eddie find permanent childcare for Christopher and don’t forget about all the other events that solidified them as a family including The Well, The Shooting, The Will, The Hostage Situation, Eddie’s breakdown and Buck’s missing couch. They’re a family your honor and they have been one for several years.

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moonfurthetemmie · 1 year

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aww the DS verses are hanging out <33

No real warnings for this one, just assumptions of a ghost

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“Sooo…” Nightmare gulped. “What, um…what are we going to do about that.”

Error bit her lip. “Probably call an exorcist.”

“I don’t think that’s going to completely solve this problem,” Cross whispered.

Hunter was outside. Talking to someone they couldn’t see. And was very distressed about whatever they were talking about. They could only catch a few words of what Hunter was saying.

“Maybe we could dip while he’s distracted?” Nightmare tentatively suggested, watching through the back door window.

“He’ll still be in our house,” Error said.

“We might be able to get better help, though,” Cross mumbled. “Trying to get Dream to deal with it was a long shot anyways, but he’s definitely not going to bother with those three running around, and even I can’t really complain about that.“

“Who’d even help us?” Nightmare wondered. “Local authorities?”

“We live in a void. What local authorities?”

“It’s the Omega Timeline, you fool. I think CORE counts as an authority in this case? But as long as Hunter knows where the house is he can get back.”

“That, and I don’t think CORE would want to kick him out anyways,” Error added. “I think they’d feel bad about it.”

They all looked back out at Hunter. He was only getting more and more upset. Nightmare furrowed his brow as he watched.

“…I know you were joking about the exorcist thing, but I’m starting to think there is a ghost,” he said. “Every so often I can feel like, a fifth set of emotions or whatever, and I can’t tell where they’re coming from. But sometimes, like right now, I can tell. And it’s out there with Hunter.“

Cross and Error turned to stare at him.

“…what’s it feel like?” Cross asked slowly. “Is…is it angry?”

Nightmare’s frown only deepened. “No. It’s like…spiteful. And I think it’s having fun making Hunter upset.”

Hunter looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“…Ah, okay, that’s anger. I think we should dip.”

Cross whirled around and marched off. “Say no more! I’m fucking out.”

Nightmare took one more look out the door before following her and Error into the portal.

They ended up in an Outertale timeline.

“Um…hi, you three?”

They all shrieked and spun around. Nightmare did a shitty kung-fu stance and yelped, “HOW the fuck did you-”

Blue had jumped back when they yelled, and now stared at them in confusion, just as startled at them.

“…oh it’s just normal Blue,” Error sighed.

Nightmare returned to his normal slouching posture. “Shit, man, don’t sneak up on us like that.”

Blue slowly lowered his hands. “You three landed right in front of me, I didn’t sneak up on you.”

“Irrelevant. You scared us, therefore you snuck up on us.”

Cross huffed. “Away from one Blue and right to another.”

“At least this one figured out what personal space is,” Error mumbled.

“Okay yeah he’s objectively better, but I was going for like. Taco Bell,” Cross complained. “I don’t want to be in pretty space land, I want to be in delicious taco la-“ she cut herself off with a yelp as, for the second time in a relatively short span of time, a tall blonde man with glowing wings appeared before them.

He landed next to Blue with grace, flapping his wings a few times to catch his balance, and gave the Meme Squad a look that was oddly blank yet piercing.

Nightmare immediately felt his soul start to burn and stumbled away. “Can you stop doing that? That fucking hurts-“

“Agh, burning man-!” Cross quickly followed Nightmare. “Begone, foul demon!”

Error wheezed. “‘Burning man?’”

“I would prefer Delusion,” the winged man said, folding his arms. He regarded them with less suspicion, though. “I apologize for startling you; I’d mistaken you for your alternates from my multiverse from the air. I’m afraid there’s not much I can do about my aura, though.”

Blue inched away from Delusion, and laughed nervously. “R. Right. Delusion told me he ran into you three before.”

Nightmare coughed. “Yeah, he fucking appeared out of nowhere and was really vague and said he had ‘business to attend to’ or whatever.”

“Didn’t expect his business to be making a friend,” Cross said sharply.

“It wasn’t,” Delusion said simply. “I seem to be unable to return home for the time being, unfortunately.”

“H-he’s, um, been staying with me,” Blue offered.

Error narrowed her eyes. Blue didn’t normally stutter so much.

“Oh, damn, did your home get politely invaded too?” Nightmare grumbled.

Blue winced. “No, I did invite him in…”

“Seems to be a common trait for people from there so far,” Cross snorted.

Blue frowned. “You said something about another Blue earlier.“

Delusion’s wings twitched up, like a cat that heard an interesting noise. “Is our Blue here?”

Nightmare groaned. “He won’t leave our fucking house no matter how many times or ways we try to kick him out.”

“We tried to be polite about it,” Cross added. “And then he tried to tell him point black to leave. And then we tried to ditch him. He keeps coming back.”

“Currently he’s talking to himself in the yard,” Error mentioned.

“Or a ghost,” Nightmare said.

“I dunno-“

“Dude I’m like, 80% sure there’s a ghost,” Nightmare insisted. “There’s definitely another something there with emotions and I can sense it. There’s a ghost. Or a demon, I guess, since it seems to just want to make Hunter miserable. But a ghost might do that too.”

“Ok, sure,” Cross conceded. “Delusion or whatever the hell your name is, can you please take him so he’ll leave us alone?”

Delusion gave the slightest frown, and put a hand on his chin. “Well…the only place I could take him would be where I’m staying. Blue, would you object to…Hunter staying?”

Blue rubbed his arm. “I…I don’t know how I feel about having a ghost in the house. Do you know if the ghost is, um, malevolent?”

Cross shrugged. “We only heard bits and pieces of what Hunter was saying. Just heard someone about leaving a ‘them’ alone, and somewhere in there was ‘orange’? I don’t know-“

“Oh God, no.”

They group turned to Blue. He looked stiff. “I’m not letting him into my house. Not an alternate version of him, and absolutely not a- a ghost.” His voice had started shaking.

“…Okay,” Nightmare said slowly. “You sound like you need to talk to someone.”

Blue opened his mouth to say something, but then he gasped and grabbed at his chest.

Delusion put a hand on Blue’s shoulder. “It’s alright. Take a deep breath.”

Blue looked away, still clutching at his heart. “I’m…I’m fine. I’m going back.”

He was very clearly not fine. Delusion’s brows furrowed as he watched Blue walk off towards his house, pulling his scarf over his mouth.

“…I don’t like that he recognizes that name,” Error muttered.

“I don’t know why I didn’t realize that was a name,” Cross said. “‘Blue’. ‘Orange’. I wonder if he knows someone named ‘Red’ or ‘Yellow’ or something, too.”

“I’m going to go with him,” Delusion said softly. “If you require more help with Hunter, I can try to find something that will work.” The trio of friends glanced at each other. “…We’ll keep that in mind,” Nightmare said finally. “Thanks.”

Delusion inclined his head, and began walking in the direction Blue had gone in.

“…That was weird,” Cross decided. “I don’t like Delusion any more now than I did before.”

“Yeah, no, he’s freaky,” Nightmare agreed. “Even ignoring the murder aura.”

“…Y’know. It seems like it only affects us—as in, us non-spirits—when we’re upset,” Error noted. “Weird that Blue didn’t seem to be bothered by it at first, even though he looked really nervous.”

“Maybe it just wasn’t, like, enough nervousness for it to try to fry him,” Cross suggested.

“Weird. Anyways.” Nightmare opened a portal. “Someone said something about Taco Bell?”

Cross cheered. Error’s phone rang.

“Wh- who the hell?” She answered it. “Hello? …Hunter?!??”

“What??”

Error put the call on speaker so Cross and Nightmare could hear. “Dude, how did you even get my number?”

“Where did you guys gooo?” Hunter seemed to be ignoring Error’s (Very valid; they made a point of not giving him any way to communicate or potentially track them) question. He sounded awfully distressed.

“…We just went to get food,” Error said carefully.

“Take a chill pill, man,” Nightmare chided him. “You seemed busy, so we were just going to grab you something.”

Cross made a face. They were not going to grab him something, but now they had to.

Hunter was quiet for a minute before he said, “Okay…Where are you guys going?”

“Taco Bell.” Cross tried to leave the annoyance out of her voice.

Hunter suddenly seemed to forget that he was abandoned. He got very excited about the tacos. So excited they nearly missed what he said he wanted.

Hopefully he didn’t realize how long they were actually gone for.

#Horror!DS #H!DS Hunter #H!DS Delusion #Dreamswap #Moonfur Writing #hunter's fine dwbi guys :)#just a little haunted :)#It's all good :))

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littlemisswriter · 1 year

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Saving London - Part 4

Summary:

The mere life of a Rook hadn't been enough for Jacob, or so Lily thought. So, with a new gift that would take him to new heights, she expanded his horizons and gave him a taste of what freedom as a new man could really feel like. But could this possibly expand anything else, perhaps their companionship into something more?

The perfect execution was never easy to accomplish. It all came down to precise timing that coincided with a cunning distraction. Sometimes one had to create a diversion, and other times it appeared that fate had worked in their favour. Waterloo station had been the place, and Pearl Attaway the awaiting assassination.

The assassin slipped up from the side of the carriage, all surrounding enemies unaware of her presence as she ran the blueprints through her mind once more. A minor flaw apparently. That was all it took to conduct such a unique kill from above. The station had been overrun in protest of the people demanding to know the inconvenience to their plans, and that had been enough of for Lily to slip down and out undetected from prying eyes.

The fresh memory played evident on the assassin’s mind as she stepped foot into her Southwark stronghold. She hid the slight grin of knowing she had eliminated another Templar on the list and surely made life a little harder for the Grandmaster of it all. Turning the corner, she could hear the usual training in the courtyard before setting her eyes on the few busy within it. And to no surprise had she seen Jacob once again present, attention focused on his target as Lily approached from behind.

Today he had chosen to proceed without coverage to his torso, the sweat slipping down his neck and back as he put his skin on full display. She could see his improvement. Not only in his combat form but his actual physic. He was eating better, therefore he was able to put on the weight and muscle that he had needed. If he had of been a little taller then Lily would have trained him to be a complete brute, but his quick movements and thinking during practiced combat told her that he had much more potential.

“It seems those Robert Topping’s fights have done you a world of good.” Her interruption had him turn, panting lightly under his breathe as he lay eyes on his boss grinning down at him. He could only return the smile as he stood tall, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead before pulling back the hair from his face. Lily’s brow raised in interest, his biceps seeming to be on show during such action. But her attention was brought back to earth as he had a towel thrown at him, catching it with ease as he now stood before her. “Your form has improved.”

“Just fun and games,” he chuckled, wiping off his face before throwing the towel snuggly around his neck, “perhaps you’d like to put it to the test?” Lily laughed as she shook her head.

“I’ll save you the embarrassment for another day,” Jacob returned her shared humour, “but in the meantime, I need to have a word with you.” Her words had peeked his interest as she came forward, his eyes now casting down to notice both of her hands hidden behind her back. She had something in them, there was no doubt about that. But the question was, what was it? And did it involve him?

“Course.” She now stood right before him, unfazed with a subtle smirk etching at the corner of her lips. Her eyes were mischievous; one could contemplate cheeky and another could say deadly. But who’s say it was one or the other? “What was it you wanted to talk about?” There was a moment, the assassin making no rush to show Jacob what the conversation would hold. Besides, watching his confusion had been entertaining. But she wasn’t cruel, so she nodded her head for him to follow as they stepped out of direct line of sight.

“How are you finding London? Now that you’ve found yourself entitled to more time and freedom?” Jacob took a moment, reminiscing on where he had been before the Rooks and where he was now. It had been a significant change, now feeling he wasn’t so helpless to that around him.

“It’s bigger.” The response earning a chuckle from Lily as she nodded, glancing her sights over to the Rooks that continued to train.

“I have no doubt it is.” His brows creased slightly as he turned his eyes to where hers were staged, before she brought his attention back. “And with a better view I suspect.” She nodded above them. “Seems nothing can keep you down as of late, including the ground itself.” He had spent more time exploring, finding a new peaked interest at watching the boroughs from below. He hadn’t been trained, nor necessarily told that he could ascend to the top of buildings. It wasn’t necessarily easy either, sometimes losing his footing though quick to catch himself. But he had seen Lily up there numerous times, and his curiosity had gotten the best of him.

“Yes, uh, I was just-” She laughed light-heartedly, cutting him off before his ramblings turned into apologies.

“I’m glad.” Her hands now coming between them as she held the item. “Or else this gift would have been a waste.” His eyes widened in shock that Lily had actually been presenting him with a gift. The mechanism was a true piece of art, even if he hadn’t an understanding of what it was he was looking at. “It’s a gauntlet. You attach it to your arm and use it when needed. Like mine.” Holding out her left arm, she showed him her own. And low and behold, it had been that of the same. “Except, I suppose, mine is better equipped and crafted.” Then flicking out her hidden blade to prove her point. The man had seen it before, but up close had been nothing less than fascinating.

“Christ, am I getting that?” Insinuating toward the blade had her smile and shake her head, sheathing the weapon back into its constriction as she held his new item up higher between them.

“No,” she motioned to his arm, and he realized she had wanted to procure it on him, “yours does not come with a blade I’m afraid.” Tightening it to his forearm, she secured it nice and snug as he gazed at it in awe. “But you have the next best thing.” He studied it, turning it around to see a sharp hook fitted inside. “It’s called a rope launcher.”

Jacob’s head shot back up to meet Lily’s amused look as she nodded.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” He was stunned for words. Gifting him anything had his heart skip a beat, but something he could use to excel his training only had him admire the woman more than he already did. Too much one could say.

“Perhaps a thank you would be a good start.” He indeed thanked the woman, eyes trained intently on the new gadget as if a child with the new latest toy. He supposed in a way it was. “I’ve seen your progress. How much you dedicate towards our cause.” Her tone lighter, almost sentimental. “Your loyalty has not gone unnoticed, and that I do not think should go unrewarded.” A gesture, one that had the two lock eyes.

He hadn’t been the only one to prove loyalty to her, as others had been recruited earlier and some with higher skill in combat. Had others also received an unattainable gift? Or had there been an underlying reasoning as to why she only chose him? Jacob liked that thought, being special to her in some sort of way. It made his chest churn in delight as he could only grow fonder of her.

“No need to be so emotional,” she joked, turning on her heel as she gestured him to follow her, “it quite suits you.” He was in awe of the new contraption, looking at it fondly before scanning his eyes over to the others. No one else appeared to have it, and he honestly preferred it that way. “Now, to start your training.” Lily crossed her arms over her chest as a smug smile crossed her features.

“Start my training?” He had been training hours before her arrival. Surely, she meant to resume training.

“With your gauntlet of course.” He swallowed back. “No use in having it if you do not know how to use it.”

And she was right, the rope launcher appearing to be harder to master than a few flying fists. They were secluded, away from the others as she directed him on how to use it. There wasn’t much time for her to learn, seeing as she had to simply adapt to the new mechanism. And if Jacob had the potential as she hoped he had, then hopefully he would acquire the new skill rather quickly.

Watching him for hours being flung around had been more than entertaining, earning a few laughs from the assassin. But after a while, Jacob seemed to finally have a hold on the launcher. Once his aim became better and well stuck alongside the buildings, Lily proposed he moved on to climbing them. He was unsure, excitedly so but nevertheless. He stood at the bottom of a lower building, mentally preparing himself for the ascent. She could see his hesitation no matter how much he tried to mask it. So she offered a guiding hand.

“Do not be afraid of it.” Jacob shrugged with a nervous chuckle.

“I am not.” She hummed, unconvinced but approached him anyways, gently grasping his elbow to keep him in place. His head turned to her as she offered reassurance.

“It is there to help. Allow it to do the work for you.” Her fingers slipped across his arm to the gauntlet, Jacob swallowing back as quietly as he could, transfixed on her touch as she did so. “Once you’ve gotten the hang of it, we can expand once more.” Her mind wandered, eyes still kept to the mechanism as her body kept close to his. It was almost too easy to be around Jacob. His light-heartedness made it pleasant, and his muttered profanities made her crack a smile from time to time. But she caught herself, shoulders tensing as she stepped away abruptly, simply nodding for him to begin as she blinked back at her carelessness.

‘What in God’s grace was she doing?’ Jacob was simply a Rook. He worked for her and did her bidding when asked. That was all. And yet… she couldn’t help but notice the flutter in her chest from being close to him. How her thoughts would wander to him occasionally on the carriage when planning her next pursuit.

“Again.” She cleared her throat, and watched him slowly lift his arm to point his gauntlet. He seemed dazed as well, but nothing was spoken about it.

Day had fallen into night, and Jacob had seemed tired. After many successful and unsuccessful attempts, he had finally used the rope launcher as he needed to. Being able to haul himself up after being pulled from the ground was no easy job, but he adapted. And impressed Lily.

“That’s enough training.” He groaned in relief, sitting back against the wall to catch his breathe and welcome the dull ache from his arms down to his lower torso. Lily’s eyes tore up towards the sky, inhaling the cool air quietly as an idea popped into her head. She turned to Jacob, watching as he began to unstrap the contraption. “The night is still young,” she began suddenly, peeking the man’s interest as he stopped what he was doing to look up at her, “and the view can be quite beautiful if you’re standing in the right place.” She slowly paced away a few steps, turning back to look at him. “Would you like to try out your new gift?”

Her tone unknown; not too excited yet not directly dull either. Was she offering to spend more time with him? He bit back on his lip, exhaling a shuddered breathe beneath him as his chest leapt at the thought. So he stood, readjusting the gauntlet back on. Was he tired? Yes. Would he be content to fall into his bed and get a good nights sleep? Also, yes. But would he turn down Lily’s offer?

No. Put simply.

“Absolutely.” He smiled, and she returned it.

#assassins creed #fandom #jacob frye #assassins creed syndicate #lily harvard #assassin creed syndicate #jacob frye gif #rooks

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 11 months

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How Silly (short story)

The night had been wonderful. Not a cloud hung in the sky, allowing the stars of their ancestors to shine the grass a soft silver and reflect in the eyes of their Clanmates. It was as if their kin long passed were congratulating them on the win against Thunderclan.

To celebrate, Aldereyes had proposed a feast. Warriors hunted extra prey throughout the day, and were now being rewarded with a prey-pile triple its usual size. Everyone was laughing together, sharing tongues and swapping tales.

It was a joyous occasion, the most at ease Hollyclaw remembered feeling in moons.

Then Sleekfrost, a little too into the buzz of the night of laughter and forgetting himself, had made a crude comment.

Aldereyes had a cowlick on his cheek, and Myrtlewing was grooming it down for him.

Sleekfrost then snickered at the pair, asking Myrtlewing loud enough for all to hear why he had chosen to become a medicine cat if he was going to fall with a warrior, and surely there was someone better for his eyes?

Everyone had stiffened, feeling tense. Myrtlewing didn’t seem upset, only commenting that if he were to become anyone’s mate, it would be someone who can last more than four heartbeats in battle without running away with his tail between his legs–therefore Sleekfrost was not an option.

Everyone calmed then, shoulders loosening and laughter filling the air once more.

Hollyclaw had been watching her brother. Aldereyes’s eyes had sharpened when Sleekfrost spoke, pupils slivers and jaw locking with such intensity, it set Hollyclaw’s heart racing. But then it was gone in the blink of an eye, and she wondered if it had all been her imagination.

She didn’t question him when he had returned to camp, Sleekfrost’s broken and bleeding body in his jaws. It was so mangled, struck by monster after monster, that no one could tell which wound had killed him. It had been rogues, chasing him onto the Thunderpath. Or he was distracted hunting.

Whatever Hollyclaw or their Clanmates believed, not one of them considered that it had been Aldereyes.

Their noble and good-hearted Clanmate kill someone?

How silly.

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Up until this point, Alder refused to and wouldn’t allow Myrtle to kill a Clanmate. It was to only be rogues, loners, and kittypets. But then Sleek says something about Myrtle, and....

Sleek was either killed by being run over, or he was placed there to cover the evidence.

#sprouting thorns #alderstar #alderstar story #aldereyes #hollyclaw #hollyclaw story #sleekfrost #new Clanmate dropped #dark tales #dark forest tales #wc dark tales #sleekfrost story

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queensparklekitten · 1 year

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ok so i just got filled with an all-consuming urge to go to the nether and for some reason i decided to try to get there in survival as fast as possible rather than just make a portal in creative and it turns out i am the most cringefail speedrunner. i craft normally and i don't know half the tricks speedrunners use. i sprint by double tapping W, change hotbar items by scrolling, and i have auto jump on. i see that the sun is setting and i pause mid-run to turn on keepinventory. i can't find lava anywhere and despite my having run into a cave with only leather boots for armor it takes me until i'm at deepslate and half dead to think to craft a shield. i almost get sidetracked by an abandoned mineshaft. i finally get a fucking lava bucket. a skeleton shoots at me while i'm on low health and i dive into an aquifer to escape it and swim away and at first it looks like an epic escape move and then i drown. i respawn and find out there was a lavafall near spawn the whole time. i take off in a completely different direction. i try to dig straight down to lava level and fall into a lush cave. during this digging down i pause to put my iron in a furnace and upon landing in the cave i pillar back up to get the iron. upon getting back down it takes me the mining of a few blocks of said pillar in the cave to remember i'm actually good at water bucket clutching and should just do that. i go looking for a lava pool and get distracted by diamonds. i die again. i take off an a different direction. i find a portal ruin with no crying obsidian in the frame. JACKPOT. the chest doesn't have enough obsidian to complete the portal. i only have two diamonds. while trying to complete the portal i accidentally pour water all over the lava pool part of the portal ruin. i have to run off in a random direction to find a lava pool. i take the time to mine the gold blocks at the portal ruin despite this speedrun just being about getting to the nether and therefore not requiring piglin trades at all. my hunger bar gets so low i'm incapable of running. i see another portal ruin in the distance and there's a ravine with a river and i'm halfway through running around it before realizing it would be easier to bridge over it. when getting food i prioritize the white sheep over the one closer to me because it's a more common colour. i get a lava bucket. i'm not sure if one would be enough but i only get one anyways despite having a water bucket i can easily empty out. i try to jump over the river, land in the water, and have to pillar out because there wasn't anywhere i could just swim up to and get out. upon returning to the portal ruin i pillar up to finish the portal and am immediately killed by a spider. i run back to the portal and place the obsidian block at which point i find out that sure enough, i don't have enough lava and need to run all the way back to the other ruin. when i finally complete the portal i just need to light it and i collect the iron nuggets from the ruined portal chest and craft an ingot and after doing that i realize i already had an iron ingot in my inventory. i still don't have a shovel and i'm clean out of wood so i try to get some and get killed by mobs again. i die inside a little at leaving a tree floating. despite having a spare iron ingot i make a stone shovel. when i finally get some flint and light the portal my intense desire to be in the nether has faded for now and been replaced with the feeling one gets when watching looney tunes except that i am the looney tune in question. throughout all this i died like 6 times and 5 of them were to mobs. i am now in the nether and wandering the crimson forest my portal led to and i'm just waiting for when i get my shit wrecked from behind by a hoglin. what a minecraft session

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peninkwrites · 2 years

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A New Era - Ch 3 of 11

Niki, Quackity, Eret, and HBomb rally to help Ponk get away from Sam.

[CW: abuse of power and aftermath of police brutality]

Crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 2

Ch 4

Mafia AU masterpost

~ A Collective ~

Quackity is irritable and distracted when Niki calls, but he says he’ll get to the station soon as he can. He’s in the middle of something right now. Niki doesn’t want to know what Quackity might be taking care of at seven in the morning at Schlatt’s place, really she’s surprised he’s there at all. She wants to ask how Tubbo is, but there are more urgent matters to attend to.

Niki hangs up and starts dialing another number. While it rings she waves over Ranboo, who had been drowsily prepping the dough that had risen overnight.

“Huh?” He asks.

“Ranboo, I might need you to watch the shop, not sure yet but I might have to leave,” Niki says.

“What?” Ranboo is more alert now. “Is everything okay?”

“Not sure yet,” Niki shifts restlessly as it rings.

A weary voice answers. “King residence.”

“Hey, H, it’s Niki!”

“Hey, Niki! Uh, everything okay? Bit early for a social call,” HBomb says blearily. Niki can imagine he had a late night out with Eret.

“Actually, H, everything isn’t really okay. I’m fine! But is Eret in?” Niki doesn’t know why she feels so urgent. Ponk had sounded scared. Actually, properly scared, and from what she knows about them, they don’t scare easy.

“Yeah. Uh. She’s somewhere in here. One sec.” There’s a clatter as HBomb sets down the phone.

The following minute or so is agonizing, but finally voices return, a far deeper one picking up this time.

“Niki? Everything alright?”

“I’m not sure. But… I need you to do something for me. Well, not for me, but for a mutual friend.”

Eret sighs, “you know I’ll help you in a heartbeat, but is this not the kind of help that can wait a few hours? I haven’t slept yet and holy fuck am I about to be hung over–”

Niki feels fond annoyance at her friend’s usual exploits. “It’s actually urgent. It’s– It’s Ponk.”

“Ponk?” Eret immediately refocuses. Eret knew that Ponk was friendly with Niki to some extent, but this situation is growing more and more unusual and therefore far more concerning. “Are they okay? Are they at The City?”

“No, they’re– They’re at the police station, Eret,” Niki feels a pang of guilt. This isn’t her story to tell, especially to Ponk’s boss, but Eret is also their friend. She may not involve herself in the city’s underbelly of criminal activity beyond visiting the speakeasy, but she knows better than to trust the institutions of this city as well. She won’t judge them. “They were arrested and I think they might need help. Help from someone a little more prepared to– I mean, I don’t know what I can do, I don’t have anything to back me up, so. Well, I think they might need help from someone like you.”

A pause on the other end of the line, her voice muffled and more distant in the background for a moment, “H, bring the car around. Can you find my cane?” A reply from HBomb Niki can’t quite make out and then Eret returns to the line. “Thank you, Niki. H and I will go get them. Take care of yourself.”

“Of course. Quackity said he would defend them on the legal stuff, I just thought, well.”

Eret replies with a hint of amusement, “money can never hurt, right?”

Niki exhales a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

“I’ll try to call and update you later.”

“Okay. Thank you, Eret.”

The line goes dead and Niki manages a bit of relief.

“What’s going on with Ponk?” Ranboo looks worried.

“Not really sure, but Quackity and Eret are going to help them. Nothing left for us to do but get ready to open,” Niki shakes herself, trying to refocus.

Ranboo poorly buries a smirk. “Should we make Wilbur earn his keep a bit?”

Niki pushes him lightly. “Let him sleep in today. But, yes. After this, he’s officially a City Bakery employee.”

“Yes! He’s doing deliveries,” Ranboo says smugly before putting on his mask to head up front.

“I don’t know if he can even drive!” Niki calls after him.

Quackity does not have fucking time to deal with this. He’s got a dead body on a blood soaked mattress and a scared teenaged murderer struggling to get a move on. And apparently, he’s needed at the fucking police station because the universe has decided to make his life as difficult as possible. He’d already called Karl hours ago and told him he wouldn’t be home that night, then he got ahold of Purpled who will gladly take care of a corpse for a couple hundred bucks, but that doesn’t change the messier aspects of this particular murder– the politics.

“Okay, Tubbo. How d’you wanna play this, huh?” Quackity has dragged Tubbo out of the bathroom and sat him down on the edge of his bed. “If you feel like trying the ‘died in his sleep’ route, you can. No one who matters will believe you, of course, but hopefully knowing you killed the bastard means they won’t say shit.”

Tubbo is fiddling with the watch Quackity gave him, staring at the floor.

“Come on, man, I need you to snap out of this– I need to go.”

Tubbo looks up, a flicker of panic showing for a moment. “You said–”

“I know I said I wouldn’t leave, but I’ve got someone to take care of the body on the way and it is urgent,” Quackity sighs.

“What kind of urgent? Is Karl okay?”

Quackity has a moment of fondness that Karl was Tubbo’s first concern. “No, actually. Ponk got arrested. No clue the details, but Niki said Sam arrested them. So. It’s gotta be at least a little fucked, y’know?”

Tubbo gets to his feet, whatever haze he’d been struggling through is lifted immediately. “Are they okay?”

Quackity sighs. “I don’t know. That’s why I gotta go.”

Tubbo nods. It might seem strange, that they both feel such concern for the person who had arguably prolonged Schlatt’s life over the past few years, but Ponk had always been good to them. Maybe giving a raging alcoholic sedatives had risked Schlatt’s life, but it’s not like Tubbo and Quackity were too concerned by it. Ponk showing up in the evenings to give Schlatt medical advice he would most definitely ignore had always been a good thing because they knew Schlatt would be passed out for the rest of the night. Ponk obviously hadn’t done it for Schlatt’s health, they’d done it as a favor to the other people stuck in that house with him. Ponk had always taken the time to ask either of them if they were hurt. Ponk knew what kind of man Schlatt was, and even if Quackity and Tubbo had never had the need to take them up on it or had at least never chosen to, Ponk offering to tend to any injuries without judgement had been a comfort. Ponk in general had been a comfort, their presence easygoing and lighthearted despite everything else that came with this particular patient.

“You should go. The body is handled. Later today I think some of the boys were supposed to come over to talk about the border with the Badlands. I can deal with that and if they ask why it’s me and not Schlatt…” Tubbo reaches almost subconsciously for the holster under his arm. Quackity hands him the gun he had taken from him earlier, now cleaned of blood. Tubbo takes it almost robotically. “I’ll tell them. And if they have a problem with it, I’ll make sure that they don’t,” Tubbo’s voice is no longer small or shaky.

Quackity knows the kid is strong enough for this, but he also knows the types Schlatt has invited to his inner circle. Quackity can almost see it. Tubbo asserts his authority, at least one of them will try to kill him. Tubbo can shoot one of them, but if things start to fall apart, it’ll be hard to control who else gets shot.

“Alright. I don’t think you should go alone. You need someone to back you up, someone tough. So not Ranboo,” Quackity says pointedly. “And the guys you’re gonna be dealing with are too stupid to know they should be scared of Niki.”

“Niki has enough going on and I would never do that to Ranboo, are you kidding?” Tubbo almost laughs. He thinks it over for a moment. “Okay. Jack Manifold.”

Quackity laughs. Tubbo doesn’t. “Wait, you’re serious?”

Tubbo nods, smirking but utterly sure of himself. “Jack Manifold has been working in customer service for however many years it’s been now, with Tommy being a bother for at least half that time. Do you have any idea how close that man is to snapping?”

“Does he know how to use a gun?”

“Yeah. And a bat,” Tubbo says simply.

Quackity tries to read Tubbo’s face for some sign of insincerity. “Fuck it, you’re the boss now, do what you want.”

Tubbo smiles a bit more weakly at that. “Right. I’m the boss.”

Quackity puts a hand on his shoulder, the best he can manage to reassure him. "I will be back as soon as I can, Tubbo. Promise."

“You know you can leave, Quackity,” Tubbo says.

“I know, I know, I’m going–”

“No, I mean. I’d like your help, at least in the beginning, but if you and Karl want to get the fuck out of here, I want that for you,” Tubbo looks too old. Quackity almost can’t believe the kid had just turned eighteen the day prior, but then again, Tubbo has had a weight on his shoulders his whole life.

Quackity hesitates. He doesn’t need Tubbo’s permission and he doesn’t think that’s what Tubbo is offering, he’s letting him go as a friend, not an authority. “We’ll see how your first meeting goes, boss,” Quackity gives him a pat on the back. “I gotta change into something a little less gross, get ready to scare some pigs.”

“Give them hell, Big Q.”

“Always,” Quackity grins. He doesn’t look in the master bedroom as he leaves. When he next returns, Schlatt will be gone and he will pretend that means nothing to him.

“Captain?” There is urgent knocking on the door of Sam’s office.

“Yes?” Sam answers irritably. “I hope this is important–”

“I don’t know,” the Officer looks anxious. He’s new, just on desk duty at the moment. “She said– She said you were gonna want to talk to her?”

Sam frowns, following him out.

Sam doesn’t know what he was expecting, he hadn’t listened in on Ponk’s phone call of course, doubting it would be of any use to him, but he had been curious as to who Ponk would call. He certainly hadn’t expected they’d call their boss when arrested. That is the opposite of what most people would do, but Eret King stands in the lobby in irritable glory. She is not dressed for a 7 am run to the police station, instead a deep purple evening gown reaches the floor, wrinkled slightly just as her curls are a bit askew and her lipstick faded, her red tipped cane is unchanged, simple in its design save for an ornate handle, black sunglasses on as always; a bombshell, and an intimidating one at that. She’s clearly come straight from one party or another, but she definitely doesn’t look tired or weak in any way. At her side is a much shorter man– although that’s not hard, she towers over Sam as well, heels or no heels– in a black suit, a chauffeur's hat in his left hand, his right arm offered to Eret should she need it. Sam vaguely remembers him from the work events Ponk had dragged him along to, he works for Eret as well, HBomb if he remembers right.

“It’s Sam, Eret,” HBomb murmurs at his approach.

“Mhm, yes. The Captain,” Eret says scornfully, facing Sam’s general direction, nails glittering under the harsh fluorescents as she drums them on the counter impatiently. “I’m sure you’re a busy man, Captain, so I’ll make this short. I’ve been informed that there’s been a mistake, leading to the arrest of my best curator. I’m here to collect them, because as I’m sure you’ve realized, my staff represent me, and I know your adorable little department would never accuse a King of any sort of criminal activity, or whatever this nonsense is about.”

Sam knows how this is going to go. As Eret said, she is the head of the King family at present and her estate could buy a small country. Maybe the Mayor isn’t entirely in her pocket, but he knows to respect her opinion when it is offered for the sake of his career. She is a threat and definitely knows it from that charming smile.

“Well, you can’t just collect them, Mr. King. They’re in our custody,” Sam says coolly.

Eret leans forward, bending down so they’re eye to eye. She lowers her sunglasses revealing startlingly pale eyes with a smile that almost appears wolfish. “Okay, and how do I get them out of your custody, Captain?” She says, sweet like poison, her voice deep and unwavering.

Sam forces himself not to step back. He doesn’t know how much of him she can see, but either way it feels like Eret looks right through him. “They’ve been formally charged with obstruction of justice. We are well within our rights to hold them.”

“Hm,” Eret pulls back. “Are they a flight risk, Captain?”

“No. I don’t believe so,” Sam says stiffly.

“That’s wonderful news, Captain. That means you’ve set bail, I presume?” Eret says.

“They are still being held for questioning.”

“Do they have a lawyer?”

“I’m not at liberty to say,” Sam says coldly.

“Can I speak with them?”

“Unless you’re their lawyer, no,” Sam snaps back. He has no intention of letting a rich snob try to order him around.

Eret sighs. “It’s a bit early for this, Captain. I’ve had a long night. I’m tired, but if I must,” she steps closer, “I understand this might call for some of my charm, just to encourage you to speed up this process a bit.” She smiles. “Captain, I can and will ruin you. Do you know that?”

“Are you threatening a police officer? Right here, in the middle of the station?” Sam snaps. Sam is used to threats, it’s her calm that unsettles him.

Eret laughs, low and dangerous. “Do you really think a person of my status need messy my hands with something as trivial as threats? No, Captain. Let’s call this a civil courtesy, or even friendly advice, shall we? I could ruin your career with a word. And as I said, accusing one of my people is the same as accusing me and see, we Kings don’t take insults like that lightly.” A pause, waiting for Sam’s defense. He says nothing, jaw tense. “Hm,” she seems amused by his efforts at restraint. “Last night I had drinks with people far more powerful than you. I had drinks with some of the people who employ you, who drag you out of the muck every time one of your trigger happy fools make a mistake. And even then, none of them are as powerful as me,” she inclines her head in almost a bow, like this is a proclamation of humility rather than pride. “I find it… well, rather sweet that you think organized crime is the greatest danger in this city, but you don’t seem to realize how much more you have to lose beyond your life. See, I don’t need to threaten you, to use violence or some irritating illegal exploits. See, I fucking own half this city and you, Captain,” another scathing look over her glasses, something somehow even more vicious there than before. “Are nothing but a dog on a leash.”

Sam feels like he can hear his blood pumping through his ears. She didn’t quite anger him, that would be too simple, but he definitely felt wrong. Sam forces his tone to remain flat and unfeeling, “unless you are their lawyer, you have no right to speak with my suspect. Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. King?”

“Hm,” Eret is still smiling. Sam tries not to let that make him feel uneasy. “May I borrow your phone?”

“There’s a payphone just outside.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Eret turns around, accepting HBomb’s arm and returning to the street.

Sam lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “She’s a lot scarier than I remember,” he mutters.

“Yeah,” the lackey at the desk agrees nervously.

“You didn’t hear that.”

“O-Oh– Yes, Captain.”

Eret hasn’t even dialed when HBomb gently taps her arm.

“It’s Quackity. Quackity HQ– He’s walking toward the precinct. He’s probably a pretty good option, and I mean, he’s right here,” HBomb says.

Eret sets down the phone, “which way?”

HBomb turns her in his direction.

“Mr HQ?” Eret calls.

Quackity stops. “You’re… You’re Eret, right? You’re a King, or I guess the King right now. I remember you from… Niki’s place,” Quackity says vaguely. “Look, while I’m sure you’ve got something interesting and ideally profitable to tell me, I’m actually here to help a friend–”

“Ponk, right?”

Quackity stops, caught off guard. “Yeah, yeah it’s Ponk,” he turns to face her, surprised. “They work for you. Are you–” He grows wary. “Why are you here?”

“Niki sent me. I am only here to help them. However I can. I know you’re not cheap, Mr. HQ. Bill my office, okay?” Eret says.

“Nah, I wasn’t gonna charge th–” Quackity quickly stops himself, realizing he had almost thrown away a very rewarding opportunity. “Thank you, Mr. King. I will.”

“The Captain was being rather avoidant, but HBomb and I will hang around. If he posts bail, please tell me. I can take them home…” Eret stops, thinking again of the man she had just spoken to, the last time she had met him, he’d stuck close to Ponk’s side, sounding nervous among rich museum donors, but Ponk had reassured him, calling him handsome and promising they could go home soon. “Or not home, but wherever they want to be.”

Quackity gives her a nod before realizing a verbal reply would probably be more effective. “Uh, will do.”

“Thank you.”

Sam had maybe expected Eret King to return, waving threats of whatever team of lawyers her family had, he had not expected Quackity HQ to enter the precinct with clear antagonistic intent.

“You,” Sam says before he can stop himself. “You?” Quackity HQ had been a goliath haunting the police department. He had gotten Schlatt out of legal consequences more times than Sam can count, not to mention being wholly responsible for what few members of the Badlands that had ever gotten arrested never being tried and is solely responsible for Captain Puffy’s graceful and legal retirement from the police force, expertly ensuring her illegal exploits are politely ignored at the risk of destroying the department’s reputation. Quackity should come with a danger warning to every officer unfortunate enough to be in his presence. There is only one reason for him to be here, however little that computes in Sam’s mind. “You’re Ponk’s lawyer?”

Quackity grins with more than a little delighted malice behind it, gesturing grandly to himself. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes!”

Logically, Sam could guess Ponk had mob affiliations, but Quackity HQ? “You’re… You’re taking on Ponk as a client? Not really your usual work.”

Quackity leans against the counter, hands folded in front of him. “Ponk is a good friend, a good guy.”

“And you would know?” Sam says icily.

“Oh yeah, of course,” Quackity says with mocking earnestness. “You know, Sam. Can I call you Sam?”

“No.”

“Sam, Ponk has told me all about you.”

Sam scowls, bitter anger returning. “Oh yeah? Let me guess. They told you what time I got off work, where I’m stationed, where my staff will be, maybe even when I’ll be out of the office for a break in, huh? Did I get any of that right?” He says dryly.

“Oh no, Sam,” Quackity first feigns hurt, a hand over his heart. Then he smiles with too many teeth and every bone in Sam’s body says run. “Nothing like that. Just how much they love you, how sweet you are with your dog, how they worried about you because you work so much, and they can’t wait to go home and see you,” Quackity gives Sam an unimpressed once over. “And so on.”

Sam is struck by the profound feeling that he’s doomed. Doomed of what he has no clue, but doomed nonetheless.

“So where are they, Captain?”

Sam almost preferred when he mockingly called him Sam. Captain almost feels like Quackity is painting a target on his back.

Ponk looks up sharply when the door opens. Sam enters, followed by Quackity.

“Oh thank fuck,” Ponk’s shoulders sag with relief. “H-Hey, Quackity,” they smile weakly.

Quackity steps around the table, assessing them carefully. “You hurt?” He asks them the same thing he had asked Tubbo the night before, with the same tone of gentle worry. It’s already clear the answer is yes, the question remaining is how bad.

Ponk hesitates, glancing toward Sam before quickly looking away. They nod.

“Were you hurt here? In custody?”

Another nod.

“Okay. Good. I know it doesn’t sound like it, but that’s, generally speaking, good,” Quackity had hoped he’d be able to catch up a bit more from what Ponk knows so he’d know what he was dealing with, but it’s obvious Ponk needs serious help, so he turns back to Sam, worry sharply traded for loathing. “My client is going to be released. Now.”

“That’s not for you to decide,” Sam refuses to look at Ponk.

“They need medical attention.”

“We can provide that.”

“Then why haven’t you?”

“Because they haven’t asked. How are we supposed to know they need medical help if they never asked?” Sam feigns innocence.

Quackity pauses, glancing back to Ponk for confirmation.

“Didn’t realize I…” they mumble. “He’s the one that did this, so. Thought he knew. And just, I dunno. He was refusing to get me help or something.”

Quackity nods, irritated but understanding. “Okay. So, my client is not a flight risk, so why are they staying in custody?”

“Because we still have reason to question them.”

Quackity smiles, bouncing back on his heels. “Well, then. Let’s get a move on, shall we? I can see you take your questioning very seriously,” thinly veiled rage behind every word. He’s the one that did this. Quackity had already had punishing intentions for Sam– cops are scum by nature, but a cop that arrests their partner, a partner who had been nothing but devoted to him, even if they didn’t always give him the whole truth, that deserves bloody retribution.

Quackity sits beside Ponk. “Are you going to call in a medic or what?” He snaps at Sam. “And if you think for a second I won’t be reporting their injuries–“ Quackity laughs. “Well, Captain or not, you still have a boss, don’t you?”

Sam ignores him, returning to his place across the table. “You do that. Ponk is going to tell me who they’ve been giving information to, and then I will make their medical care my top priority.”

Quackity grows more agitated. He knows he cannot force Sam to release them from questioning, but there are other means of making this easier.

“You cannot withhold medical care from someone in your custody, Captain. And Ponk, as your lawyer I advise you not to answer any of his questions,” it’s redundant, Ponk definitely knows that, it’s just one step in several of making it clear Sam’s interrogation efforts will do nothing but give Quackity more ammo to dismiss the case altogether.

“Yep, got it,” Ponk says wearily.

Quackity stares at the table, black coffee beginning to dry to its surface and definitely having soaked Ponk’s left arm, which is much more swollen than the right.

“What’s this?”

“Spilled coffee,” Sam says simply.

Quackity gives another vicious smile, “Right. Of course.”

He turns back to Ponk, speaking quietly. “Burns?”

“Y-Yeah. It–” they stop with a shaky inhale. “Yeah.”

“Do you think it’s a break?”

“Probably. Hurts like a motherfucker.”

“Okay. Don’t worry, we’ll get you out, no problem,” Quackity puts a gentle hand on their other shoulder. He turns back to Sam. “Captain, Ponk will not be answering anything today. If you want to question them, I would be happy to supervise or negotiate a time for that depending on what you can offer, but if you expect either of our cooperation, you’re going to release Ponk now.”

Sam considers this for a moment, calculating something. “Okay. How about this. I will release them, assuming they can pay bail, if you agree to come in for questioning, Mr. HQ.”

“Me?” Quackity laughs. “Buddy, I’m a defense attorney, not a suspect.”

“Okay, either you and Ponk both stay here until we can have a reasonable discussion, or Ponk leaves, and you and I discuss their charges and… other relevant information,” Sam remains calm and unyielding. Quackity wants to stab a pen into his smug fucking face.

“I’d be happy to,” Quackity sneers.

“Quackity, I mean,” Ponk laughs nervously, gesturing to their hurt arm. They don’t want Quackity alone if Sam and his lackeys are really so quick to violence. “If you’re here with me, I can deal with–“

“You can go to a hospital, Ponk,” Quackity cuts them off. “I’ll be fine. This is literally my job. And trust me, big dogs like this…” Quackity gives Sam a once over, tutting him softly. “Well, they get pretty pathetic when whoever they’re talking to isn’t chained to a fucking table.”

Ponk keeps looking at their broken arm. The pain has made this entire conversation hard to focus on. They’re too tired to argue. “What’s bail set as?”

“$1,400,” Sam says.

Ponk looks up at Sam head on for the first time since he’d returned, cautious. Maybe Ponk could scrape that kind of money together from their joint account, but not from their personal one. One look at Sam’s face and they know he has no intention of letting them touch that money. Unless there’s some legal defense entitling them, Quackity would know better.

“Bail is taken care of,” Quackity says.

“What? Quackity, that’s too–“

“Not by me, you kidding?” Quackity scoffs. “It’s your boss, Eret. She’s been waiting outside.”

“Eret?!“ Ponk sits up, bewildered and a bit nervous, before wincing as their arm protests the movement.

“Don’t worry about it, man. She doesn’t believe this shit for a second. Just wanted to help. I think Niki told her,” Quackity says quickly.

“Oh,” Ponk relaxes a bit.

“Captain?” Quackity gestures to the cuffs.

Ponk can’t help but flinch when Sam grabs their hand, but the relief is immediate. Blood has beaded up where the cuff had dug into their wrists, more starkly on their left, a thin line encircling it and pushing back against where the broken bone had caused swelling. It still hurts to move, even if only to cradle their broken arm close to their chest. Sam goes to steer Ponk out of the room, looking like he’s about to drag them out with a hand on their right arm, but Quackity puts himself between the two of them immediately with a glare, Sam towering over him, but Quackity doesn’t move or let Sam move an inch closer to them. Sam doesn’t acknowledge him, simply leads the way.

“You’re letting them go?” Dream stops Sam with a hand on his arm, Quackity and Ponk continuing forward.

“Can I help you, officer?” Sam says coldly.

“But we have them, if you could’ve just kept that lawyer busy and let me try–”

“Go back to your desk, Now,” Sam snaps almost like an angry parent.

Dream pushes past him without another word. He’s limping, Sam notes. Not just a little, but badly, however hard he seems to be trying to cover it up. Maybe when he’s less miserable he’ll ask if he’s okay.

Sam lets the two of them out into the lobby, going to the front desk and telling him to fine Eret, who has been waiting impatiently in the lobby.

“Hey, Ponk,” HBomb gives them a little wave.

“Hey,” Ponk nods. “Um, Eret, you don’t– I don’t know how to–“

“Don’t worry about it, Ponk. This is nothing to me and I’d much rather make sure you’re okay,” Eret shoves a wad of cash across the counter without another thought. “Actually, H, check my count. I’m not giving these bastards a cent more. You can pocket the rest.”

HBomb counts the bills, taking back a $100 bill before returning it. Maybe Ponk shouldn’t be surprised that Eret had $1,500 cash on her, but they have to admit that much money is a daunting thought. Ponk doesn’t like knowing how much they needed other people to get them out of this.

“How’re you doing, Ponk?” Eret asks.

“Been worse?” They try to keep their tone light, but Ponk is so relieved this is over they could just pass out.

“HBomb?” Eret asks.

“Uh, their arm looks pretty busted up. And a bloody nose. And they look really tired– no offense–“ HBomb adds quickly. “They have a big bruise on their chin too.”

Ponk shifts uncomfortably under the attention. HBomb needs to be Eret’s eyes and Ponk knows that, but it isn’t exactly pleasant to have a catalogue of their visible injuries passed along.

“Take them to a hospital,” Quackity speaks up. “Make sure they take note of their injuries, maybe see if you can get ahold of a camera. We’re gonna need evidence. I’ll handle stuff here.”

“You’ll need to reach them–” Eret turns to HBomb. “Can you give him my card?”

“Uh, yep! Yep, one sec–” HBomb rummages through his pockets before passing a card to Quackity.

“The first number is the museum, the second is my car, and, H–”

“Already got it,” HBomb snatches the card back and grabs a pen from behind the desk, scribbling a third number on the back before returning it.

“And that one is for my home. If that’s alright, Ponk, you can stay at mine. And if Quackity needs to reach you, he can,” Eret says.

“Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”

“You… have a phone in your car?” Quackity stares down at the card with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, yes. It’s come in handy quite a bit,” Eret shrugs offhandedly. “And since we’re going to be running from the hospital to wherever else, that might be the best choice to call. Or Prime Memorial hospital.”

“Prime Memorial– that’s–” Ponk winces.

“A very nice hospital, yes. Which I will gladly take care of whatever insurance doesn’t cover,” Eret says firmly.

“Eret, I don’t need your charity,” Ponk doesn’t mean to sound ungrateful, but it’s been hard enough feeling like they’ve spent the past hours waiting to be rescued.

“It’s not charity. You’ve been a good employee and a good friend. Of course, if you’re not comfortable with it, that’s okay,” Eret is unwavering.

“Just let her do it, Ponk. She might as well be paying for a cab it’s so little to her. No offense,” Quackity says, Eret unbothered. “I’ll do what I can here, but I’ll definitely have to call you later so I can get the details from your end of things.”

Ponk doesn’t have the energy left to argue. If their bone had broken through the skin they would’ve bled out by now, but the pain alone is making it harder and harder to stay standing, and they have no idea how severe the burns actually are. They nod.

"Ponk, before you go, can I speak with you alone for a minute?" Quackity follows them to the entryway where there's enough background noise to cover their conversation. "Is there anything I need to know?"

Ponk glances furtively back at the front desk where Eret seems to be doing her best to make Sam uncomfortable.

"I– S-So," Ponk takes a deep breath. Fuck– Everything hurts, but they know why they need to do this now. "Sam saw me coming back to the apartment late with his keys, so including his work keys. A-And lately a lot of police information has seemingly been getting out, shit like the mob always avoiding their patrols and things. And he seems to think... he seems to think I did that," Ponk says very carefully and very deliberately.

Quackity nods, understanding immediately that Ponk very much was the one sharing that information. "Okay, okay got it. But all he's got is you with some fucking keys?"

"Yeah? As far as I know."

”Good. He doesn’t have jack shit.”

"I-If he offers a deal or something, I can't give him what he wants. I can't tell him who I was giving that information to– it'll– it'll make all of this pointless I can't do that–" Ponk sounds utterly frantic.

"Hey, it's okay, man. I am going to get you out of this. No deals, no nothing, okay? This piece of shit won't even get you in a court room," Quackity is utterly vindictive.

"How the hell will you–"

"Ponk, I am a very good lawyer," Quackity grins, dangerous enough that Ponk believes him.

"Okay. Okay, thank you, Quackity, really," Ponk turns back toward the desk, HBomb seeing them and tugging on Eret's sleeve to let her know.

“Come on then, Ponk. We’ll make them pay for this, okay? Wrongfully arresting a member of my staff– they’ll regret it,” Eret offers Ponk her arm. “Would you mind?” She did not need help leaving the station, and if she did that was part of HBomb’s job at present, her offer was for Ponk’s sake.

“Yeah, sure,” Ponk takes her arm with their right. She gives their hand a gentle squeeze and Ponk lets her support them, if only until they get to the car. Ponk is almost out the door before they think to look back. Sam isn’t looking at them, instead looking at Quackity, and whatever he seems to be saying in their defense. At the last second Sam looks up and stares back. For a moment Sam shows something human, Sam does not look guilty, but he does look hurt. Ponk tries to find the hatred Sam must surely deserve, but they can’t.

Their entire reality has shifted from even twelve hours ago.

#I have been so excited for this one #my writing #mafia au #quackity and eret are sooo fine in this one #as always feedback is cherished <3

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🍆 Horror movies and chill? And optionally with slightly less doorwing ripping!

Vortex only agreed to the offer on one condition... okay two conditions. Keep talking to a minimum and have snacks available. In return, he promises not to hurt or damage the Autobot’s door wings, which shouldn’t be a problem with him being distracted by horror movies all night.

He also made sure it happened at Smokescreen’s place, or wherever they choose. Primus forbid he’d allow them to know where he stayed. The last thing he needed is random uninvited visits.

The copter arrives at the location which ends up being an abandoned drive-in theater. Away from civilization so they, more so Vortex, won’t get disturbed by humans. Doubtful any would be out this late in the night anyway. He finds Smokescreen stepping away from the projector screen when he lands. Probably just finished repairing it to the best of his abilities so the movies can be better viewed.

It’s been some time since they last met, he almost forgot that the ‘Bot only comes up to his chest.

The second Smokescreen spots Vortex he sports a big smile and waves. Greeting the tall mech as he bounces toward a projector between two makeshift chairs. Behind it had energon sticks, gummies, and whatever he had in his stash. And oh, look! The ‘Con brought some high grade with them. How thoughtful. He sits down while turning on the projector, starts the first movie then gestures over to the other seat.

Vortex merely tilts his helm but steps over to take a seat. Then sets the high grade down before swiping up some goodies. Leaning back in the chair he retracts his mask and begins to munch away. His snakebite piercings gleamed in the moonlight. A side glance is all the Autobot gets whether they said something about them or the movie. His attention is far too focused on the horror flick playing.

The ‘keep talking to a minimum’ rule was working like a charm. For the most part. He took notice of little twitches or movements from the other like they wanted to say something but held back. That or they were reacting to a part of the movie, which started to become a little entertaining to the copter. He begins going back and forth between viewing the screen to catch the frightening parts, then glances over to see Smokescreen’s reaction.

Horror night with a jumpy Autobot? He should have said yes sooner.

Each time a new film played however more and more words were getting spoken. Turns out Smokescreen didn’t know much about the horror franchise, so he had many questions and concerns. Therefore, Vortex found himself replying rather than simply humming as a response. Mainly because he was savoring the look of shock and the way they recoil at his answers and frightful knowledge.

It also didn’t help that the Combaticon snuck in a poke at a doorwing here and there. Perfectly timed when a jump scare appeared and Smokescreen was far too focused on the screen. Making it extra rewarding.

The more hours that pass, the more the sports car jumps, screams, and even crawls over the makeshift chair to hide behind it. Making Vortex chuckle to himself while chugging away on the high grade. Finding the Autobot alternatively amusing to watch than the movies themselves. He’s seen them many times that he could practically describe every detail. Something he’ll offer to do if the other was too scared to take in anymore.

One thing for certain, the night turned out better than expected. Even if Smokescreen shut their optics or refused to peak over the chair halfway through. For this reason, Vortex offers they do this again another night. Making the ‘Bot stare at the copter with wide blue optics.

“What? You missed a lot of the good parts. We got to do a do-over.”

#ask-smokescreen #{{ Tex: I'm only doing this for free candy and horror flicks #Tex: I will not enjoy this #Tex: Omg I'm actually enjoying it }}

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szottesfolditanyak · 9 months

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Belebotlottam ebbe:

"It is my belief that all presenting problems and symptoms are really metaphors that contain a story about what the problem really is. It is, therefore, the responsibility of the therapist to create metaphors that contain a story that contains the (possible) solutions. The metaphor is the message… Hypnosis is, in and of itself, a metaphor within a metaphor…" — Steven Heller, Ph.D.

"ILLUSIONS Las Vegas, Nevada. The lights are bright, a feeling of excitement hangs in the air. A young couple, on their first trip, looking forward to learning and playing blackjack, walk into a beautiful casino. They see a player sitting at a blackjack table with thousands of dollars in one hundred dollar chips. They watch and listen with fascination. The player is betting three or four hundred dollars a hand, winning and losing. They study the player's method, see his playing style, until they grasp it all, "knowing" with that much money in front of him he has to be an expert. They take their limited funds, sit down, play and lose everything. They then decide there must be something wrong with them if copying an expert leads to such failure. If only they would talk to the casino manager, they might learn that the "expert" is really the pizza king of Chicago. He knows everything about pizza and nothing about blackjack. He has enough money to buy large sums of chips and appearances are deceiving. Even a monkey will get dealt a winning hand from time to time. The couple's mistake was to assume based on appearances.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy and girl who heard some adults use big words, and saw them do amazing things: drive a car, vote, fight, and much more. The little boy and girl assumed that since they "knew" such things, they must be experts at life and parenting. The little boy and girl set out to copy the adults only to suffer pain and frustration. Those adults were experts at pizza, but the children were too small to look beyond appearances.

WAKING HYPNOSIS One evening, a group of friends and I were having dinner at a local restaurant. Our waiter was very distracted and he appeared to be agitated and depressed. He was abrupt, slow and unfriendly. As a result, our service left a great deal to be desired. Since I wanted to have an enjoyable evening, I decided to "talk funny" to him in order to help him feel better. As he walked by our table holding a coffee pot, I touched his arm and said, "I'm sorry that you forgot that special night...with that special person...those exciting things that happened...those very warm feelings that would embarrass you to talk about...since we are all strangers." For a moment his face went blank; he looked up to his left; his face then lit up and he said, "How do you know about that?" He then smiled and began to laugh, and his whole attitude changed as if by magic. He said, "Wow. That was some night. I don't know how you know about it." The next time he came to our table, I said to him, "Wasn't it simply amazing that when you remember those happy, warm feelings, your attitude continues to change, and you continue to feel even better?" We received delightful service throughout the rest of the evening. What was even nicer, was that as we left he told us that we were one of the nicest parties he had ever waited on. He also asked us to be sure to ask for him whenever we returned. Now, I have absolutely no idea as to what he hallucinated, but my communication resulted in his going back into his own history. He then found an experience that filled in the blanks, and that memory helped him to change his whole attitude in a matter of seconds. Of course, there's no such thing as hypnosis, and if there is, he should have gone deeper and deeper into a trance.

HYPNOTIC TRANSACTIONS One classical definition of hypnotic suggestion is: using words that cause the subject to go back in time and recover a memory that causes an emotional affect. If we accept that as a definition of hypnotic suggestion, then my communication, and the waiter's response, would fit very well. My communication left him with basically two choices: to ask me what the hell I was talking about, or to respond just as he did. I believe that these types of hypnotic transactions occur much more often than most people would believe. They (hypnotic communication and responses) are even more common in an emotionally charged environment. The therapy arena is one such environment.

HYPNOSIS AND LIFE SCRIPTS "TA" (Transactional Analysis) therapists follow a concept they call "Life Scripts." They believe that individuals are given a "script" to follow, that, if painful and not changed, will cause that individual to act in ways that are self-defeating. "You can't drink kid, you can't drink until you are a man." That kind of message can translate unconsciously into: "To be a man, I have to drink." Here is the implantation of a suggestion that may take such firm hold that the individual ends up an alcoholic. In fact, the "TA" people contend that this is not uncommon. Another way of looking at this example would be: The words used caused the individual to fill in his own meaning. This meaning became a post-hypnotic suggestion, which he later carries out successfully...by becoming a drunk. ...

Before we go forward, I would like to take you back...to our friend, the waiter. Several months after the incident I described, I returned to that restaurant with several friends. As fate would have it, we were given a table in his section. When he came to get our order, he stopped, stared at me, and said, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" I replied, "I came here often in the past." He accepted this explanation and went about his business. I explained to my friends what I had done with him in the past. We all agreed he was a friendly and cheerful person. Toward the end of our meal, he came by and asked us if we wanted anything else. Several of us ordered coffee. He returned holding the coffee pot, stopped, stared, smiled, and said, "Now I know who you are. I still don't know how you knew about all of that." With that he sat down in an empty chair and began to tell us how I had reminded him of a certain girl, and now they were engaged. After he finished, I attempted to explain to him what I had done, but he wouldn't believe it. He continued to insist that I had inside information.

Remember now...that when I had "talked funny" to him, he was holding a coffee pot in his hand. Part of what I had said involved the feeling of warmth. In a way I could have never predicted, his mind had made an instant connection to the coffee pot, the incident, the feelings, and me. In short, a one trial learning experience. Seeing me only triggered a small part of the experience. The coffee pot triggered the whole thing. We could call the whole transaction a learning experience. It may have been a weird one, but a learning experience nonetheless. As a point of fact, there are many hypnosis researchers who contend that all learning takes place in a state that is very much like a hypnotic one. Some would even say that learning and hypnosis are merely two different words that describe the same thing.

2 + 2 = HYPNOSIS Now, if someone were to ask you to add 2 + 2, I am confident that you would respond with the correct answer. If you were asked how you knew the answer, you might reply that you learned it as a child. In other words, the question itself caused you to go back into your personal history and find the "proper" associational connection. You would have done that instantly, without conscious awareness of the process. Another way of stating the 2 + 2 example might be as follows: When you were a child, an individual who was an authority figure—called a teacher—stood in front of your class. S/he wrote on a blackboard 2 + 2 = 4, and verbally repeated that information many times. In addition, s/he asked the class to remember the answer so that when you were asked to add 2 + 2, you would automatically respond, 4. We might agree that the above transaction could be given the labels: teaching and learning. If we examine the transaction more carefully, and from a different perspective, we might also agree that it bears a striking resemblance to the classical definition of "hypnotic suggestion" and "post-hypnotic response." Now,...think about the waiter and his pot of coffee and his response. It is as if the pot of coffee had become the trigger (just like the question about 2 + 2) which caused him to go back into his personal history and find the answer." In this case, the answer was to respond to me with full memory, etc.

Now, speaking of stage hypnosis, a volunteer is brought up on the stage and put into "that" state, and told repeatedly that when s/he hears the snapping of the hypnotist's fingers, s/he will respond by singing Dixie. The hypnotist then snaps his/her fingers and the subject responds with the "right answer" by singing Dixie. Ask yourself...NOW...other than the shorter time factor involved, what is the difference between "learning" 2 + 2 = 4 and the transaction between the stage hypnotist and the subject?

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In addition to the definitions of hypnotic transactions and communication you have read thus far, I would like to add: hypnosis is a form of education. Ideas, beliefs, possibilities, fantasies, and much more, may be "suggested" and, if accepted, and acted upon several times, they may become a conditioned part of your behavior. In addition, under certain circumstances, a conditioned response can be established in one trial without repetition, and without "practice." Again, think about the waiter. We never "practiced" his response, or my "suggestion," and yet months later, he responded. It is my belief that all behaviors, useful or not, are learned via some kind of hypnotic transaction."

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