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Some tooth rotting Nessian fluff for you my loves since we're deep in the exam session and I'm a serial procrastinator (and also depressed as fuck apparently) and I can't find any Shatter Me fics that satisfy my need for fluff rn

Set in the The Seven of Us AU (masterlist)

Word count: 1,393

Nesta was perfectly aware of the fact that she was starring. She knew her husband would give her shit if he noticed her ogling him as he started his evening work out, but she really couldn't care less about it.

She had closed her book almost twenty minutes ago as he'd walked in their living room. Cassian had gone up to her, ran a hand through her hair to tilt her head up and leave a soft, loving kiss on her forehead.

She'd closed her eyes, hoping for more, but she'd been left wanting, her neck bent back as she faced the ceiling. The warmth of his hand still lingered on her skin.

"I love you," he'd whispered as he'd made his way to their windowless room—the space where they kept all the kids' too-big-to-fit-in-the-room games and Cassian's gym equipment. Nesta hated that room, it was so messy she tried to forget it existed half the time.

And now it was the easiest task for her, to not think of anything at all. Cassian was wearing a white shirt whose sleeves he had ripped off. His tattoos were in full display for her to admire in the golden light of the late afternoon, and his dark, tanned skin shined with sweat. The black ink moving with every push and pull of his arms, his muscles vibrating with the effort to lift the weights. And the occasional grunts and huffs coming from him were just an added little gift, directly from the universe to her.

She was exhausted and all she wanted to do was unapologetically gawk at her sweaty husband as she lay on the couch under her blanket. So that was what she was doing.

He was looking outside through the kitchen window, and a small smile blossomed on his lips as the shrieks and laughters of their kids filled their silent room.

"Cece! That's mi–ne!"

Nesta sighed through her nose and shuffled on the couch to find a more comfortable position, knowing perfectly well she wouldn't lift a finger if shit went down. Nevermind that their four-year-old had just started screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew if was only because Cal had stolen yet another of her toys.

They heard Ezra try to pacify his sister and meddle things between his siblings, and Cassian couldn't help his snort when Celia started screaming at him, too, to leave her puppets alone.

Nesta closed her eyes, basking in her children's sounds, absorbing every word and whine, every giggle and cry. She knew it wouldn't last forever.

They could already see it with Ezra, now only a few weeks away from his thirteenth birthday, his voice had started to become deeper and his laugh more... grown-up. He'd lost his soft giggles. When she'd first noticed, Nesta had almost cried.

And Cal and Nora had just turned eight and five respectively. Andra's second birthday was nine days away—

She shook her head, blinking her tiredness away, willing her mind to slow down and enjoy every bit of it while she had it.

It wasn't until she yawned that Cassian finally looked her way. The moment his eyes were on her curled up figure, they softened and he slowed down his movements. He stopped altogether when she rubbed her eyes with the back on her hand and dropped the weights to the floor.

She offered him a weak smile and his face lit up, his breath hitched, as he took two long strides to her side, crouching down.

Nesta looked him in the eyes, mumbling a silent, "Hi."

Cassian smoothed a hand over her hair again, and then brushed her cheek, cupping her face. His thumb was drawing short lines on her bottom lip now.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?" He asked her, his eyes locked on her mouth.

Nesta nodded, her position not really allowing her much movement. "I had the longest day at work."

"'M sorry, baby," he leaned forward, the tip of his nose brushing hers, "I can always give you a massage later, if you'd like that."

She hummed, pleased even just at the idea. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and kissed the corner of her lips.

"I would love that," Nesta said.

It was Cassian's turn to hum, and when their eyes met, she couldn't resist it anymore and lifted her head just as he closed in on her. They both smiled in the kiss and then Cassian was gone.

Nesta was stunned, still recovering at the quickness with which he'd moved that he was laying on one of the confusing torture machines he trained with.

"Gotta finish the work out first," he cracked his neck, starting a new set as he kept talking. "I'll cook dinner, put the gremlins to bed and then we can chill, watch a movie... take a bath, together."

Nesta looked at him, mirth sparkling in her eyes. Or at least that was what she hoped she was conveying through her exhaustion. He smirked in her direction, winking and opening his mouth to surely make a crude comment on their evening activities.

It surprised her then, when instead of getting a dirty preview of whatever he was gonna do to her, he whispered, so quietly that she barely heard him, "I missed you so much today."

She blinked and mollified, shaking her head.

Hopeless romantic, that husband of hers—

The loud, booming crack of Cal's laughter distracted her from her thoughts and the sound of the backdoor opening piqued her attention enough that she sat up, glancing at their backyard.

Nora came stumbling in the kitchen, tripping on the glass door.

"Watch your step, honey," Cassian said, before she could intervene.

Their daughter's smile was blinding. Happiness radiated from her small body as she jumped towards them. Her hazel eyes were alight with life, her whole head shone with sun rays embedded in her braided hair.

She was their little nugget of sunshine. And Nesta felt the strongest surge of love grow in her chest when she belined for her dad.

She threw herself on Cassian's chest.

"Hey, Nora," he said, wrapping his arms around her tiny tiny body. Nesta plopped down once again, holding a pillow to her chest. "Are you having fun?"

Nora started nodding so ferociously on his chest that her hair spiked everywhere. And then with the most adorable voice she said, "I love you. I always love you."

Cassian didn't hesitate, "I'll always love you, honey."

Their kid rested her cheek on his pec and looked at him, smiled. Cassian blew a strand of her hair that had gone astray off her face, petting it down and trying to braid it back into her complex hairdo.

They looked at each other for such a short time, and still, Nesta couldn't have asked for anything more.

The love shining there, in both her soulmate's eyes and in the eyes of that one fifth of her own soul... it took her breath away. Whenever she realised what she had created. What she had, what was hers and only hers.

She loved her family so much it hurt.

"Come back outside Nona!"

The little girl rose abruptly at her brother's voice, and without a single glance back ran outside, screaming over her shoulder.

"Goodbye daddy, I'm going out to play! Goodbye mommy!"

"Okay, see you honey."

Nesta recovered from the lump in her throat just in time before the door slammed shut and shouted back at her, "Love you, baby!"

Cassian had rose up on his elbows to follow his daughter with his gaze, a silly lost smile plastered on his face, and as soon as she out of sight he fell back down again.

He brought both hands to his face and breathed out a laugh. It sounded like his body needed to get all that unbridled love out somehow and didn't know any better than laugh it out.

Nesta breathed in, chuckling under her breath.

"That was so fucking cute."

Cassian's head snapped in her direction and she was surprised to find his eyes glossy, but still full of hope and love and gratitude. She smiled at him, her whole body softening in front of that picture.

"We made such a bunch of sentimental gremlins," he breathed out.

"That we did."

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luckyshotwrites · 6 months

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Ch. 90 // Battery // Day Off

Contents (Warnings): Andras explains Drake and Lynette's 'very important roles'. (Angst, death, slight blood warning, hard/fatal vore, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 5,000+

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(Dec. 7th, Wednesday)

Wicks

He had protected him. Neither his cloak nor the one he made for Garter broke. The walls stayed intact as well, thanks to the enhancements done to them as well.

Dang. Wicks knew it was his fault. He wanted to talk, but taking Zetsu in as initially requested would have been easier.

Wicks's glowing eyes then latched onto Garter's body. He was clearly still alive and unconscious.

His gaze landed on Garter's head. The rune-like words he could read as easily as English. It detailed the spell. Reverie. It meant Osiris, or who he assumed was named Osiris trapped Garter in a dream. It couldn't be broken without realizing it was a dream or someone entering the person's mind and bringing them out.

Wicks did so with Garter. His head dipped to his friends forehead and Wicks delved deep into his mind. He clutched and forced Garter out of the repetitive cycle.

His friend let out a yell, and Wicks gave him space.

Garter pushed back his long, straight black hair from his face and calmed down seeing Wicks. "Hey, Boss...?" His eyes wandered around the apartment.

"Not your boss."

Wicks got up from his crouched position and stepped backward. "How did I get in here?"

The light olive-skinned male returned to the part where Zetsu's body struck. His shoes crunched among the glass. "What happened to keeping watch?"

Garter groaned when he stood, "I was. I saw Zetsu breaking in? I tried to get a closer look and stop him, then got bombarded by humans." Garter touched his face, "They were under curses, so I undid them quickly because once they couldn't hurt me, they tried hurting themselves. Then I think who I thought was Zetsu hit me with something."

"His name is Osiris..." I think. He didn't correct me. "I think he's Zetsu's twin? I didn't even know Zetsu had any siblings. He said he lost his family in the war."

"He lied?"

"Yeah." Wicks looked at some of the pieces of colored glass on the floor. They looked like figurines. He saw a few still intact on the shelf. They kind of look like people from work...creepy.

"Did you report this?"

"No. You should, and we'll follow the trail." Wicks could faintly feel their presence—the magic 'residue' was still there. Unless it gets shadowed or overthrown by other things, every spell has a specific signature. And Wicks WOULD track it.

He waited for Garter to make the report and went to check his phone. I should message Lynette. He checked over the message from Suzie he received and scrambled to Garter.

"Change of plans, tell Olivia you need another agent."

"What?" Garter grabbed Wicks before he could leave, "hey-"

Wicks turned back and without explaining another word, he said. "It's Lynette."

...

It took them ten minutes to arrive.

A girl was leaning right over the charred area. One of the cars, Wicks recognized as Lynette's, had gone up in flames and was a charred chassis.

The girl brushed her pastel pink hair back to one side and fixed the few bobby pins that seemed to come loose. She flicked back to them, standing near the same height as Wicks. Her stelledos clacked as she approached them.

She held a hand to Wicks before he launched himself at the car.

"No one died here." Her pink cotton candy hue blinked a few times. "Magic happened before the explosion, so it's hard to pick up on who created it."

Died here. Wicks kept his heart moving when it wanted to stop.

His secretary waved her hand before Wicks's face, "You and Garter should look through this mess. You'll probably find more than me."

Garter went to work first.

Wicks took a deep breath, and his hands were unsteady. He couldn't get the memory out of his head—his sister in the corner of the infirmary room. Her body shook, and cried out anytime anyone, including himself, moved near her.

"It's a shame, really. She didn't become a magus. If only we pushed harder."

"I think this looks familiar," Garter said.

Wicks snapped out of thought. I can't waste time. I can't lose her. He said in his head. He allowed himself to look as deeply as he could alongside Garter.

"Thank you for coming here and trying, Suzie," Wicks told her.

She wasn't a combat-oriented monster, especially out of her water-infested territories.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be much help. When I arrived, the cars weren't burning anymore, and there was a barrier, but it dissolved as soon as I reached it."

He scanned the area—the faint residue meant nothing to him except for the one Garter mentioned. Its familiarity made his body tighten. "Alexander."

"Isn't that the guy you don't like?" Garter questioned.

He was supposed to be with them. He came late...if he PLANNED something with Lynette... Wicks didn't know whether he should blame him yet.

"I'm going to follow this. It's faint but enough for me to track him." He turned back to Garter, "Are you willing?"

"Always boss!"

Wicks lacked the energy to reply as he always did to his nickname.

...

Drake

Andras created a portal within the car to move the three of them.

Typically, they could be tracked by magic residue that lingered in the space spells were used.

That's why he had him toss the car into the ocean. If it was abandoned and no one saw it go in. There'd be no report of it. So, the C.P.P.A. would have to stumble upon the wreck and hope the magic was 'fresh' enough to track.

Andras dragged him through the portal by his hoodie.

Andras let him go after, and Drake hit the ground. Then, the illusion Andras used to make himself look like Ace faded. Or Drake had to assume it was an illusion that even fooled his senses. Though there was magic to befuddle someone's perceptions, he didn't know when it was used on him if that were the case.

He twisted his wrists bound by the cuffs. Exasperated, Drake pressed his head to the ground and used his shoulders and core muscles to get on his knees.

It wasn't mid-afternoon anymore. Where Andras brought them, it was night. Mountains surround the area, keeping the chilling, herbal winds trapped around them. Despite the lights from the Victorian-style "hotel" windows, stars were visible above them.

Regardless of how beautiful the scenery was at the lake or how green the plants were, it reeked of death.

He staggered up when he heard the frightful yelp escape Lynette's lips.

"I see we reached the limit, huh?" Andras tugged her by her wrist and pulled her into himself. Andras threw his hand under her chin, and curled his fingers around the edges of it. His finger tips indented into her cheeks.

Drake refrained. Andras turned her head to forcibly face him. He could easily snap her neck. The vampire beast kept that in mind.

"You're magicless and formless, even if you somehow overpower me and help her." He pushed at her cheeks, almost like he wanted to use her as a dummy to talk. While she struggled. "What's your plan?" Andras asked Drake.

Drake couldn't rebuttal. The whole area was covered in a barrier, and Andras had others helping him. They would get involved, too.

The male in the navy blue button-up turned her back to face him. "And you, dear Lynette." Despite whispering in Lynette's ear, Drake heard his voice clearly, "Keep calm, and do as you're told." His hand released from her chin and ran down the front of her neck. "If you don't, I'll bite, and unlike Drake, your body can't keep up with me taking chunks out of it."

They were both trapped.

The curly-haired male released her chin. Lynette remained quiet. He shined a wide smile and tapped her cheek. "Glad we understand each other."

He tugged her by the wrist alongside him. "Let's go, Drake." In his bound state, the vampire beast felt as if he had a collar around his neck, and Andras held the leash.

How can I fight him?

The closer he walked them along the stone path, the more the building with many windows towered. There was no comfort in the gold lights shining from those same windows. If anything, they felt like spotlights awaiting a performance.

Drake couldn't even focus on her heartbeat. He understood the fate that waited him. It spurred jitters that popped in his body like firecrackers. He dreaded and refused to succumb to his fear. That's what Andras wanted.

I'm not falling for it again. I'm different. That thought was a lie.

Two guards were on either side of the door, unmoving like statues. And there were two more that met them right outside those doors. One well-endowed male and female. Both were tall and gave little mind to either of them.

They keenly locked onto Andras.

"Hey, Terrance." The curly-haired male waved to the big guy. Then switched to the female, "And hello, Victoria, since you're a little gentler, do you mind grabbing her?" Andras let go of Lynette.

The redhead didn't get a chance to react. Victoria quickly bent down and wrapped her digits around her waist. She lifted Lynette to eye level, then leaned forward and sniffed her face.

She pulled back, scrunched her nose, and cocked her head to look past Lynette at her boss. "A human, huh?" Disgust coated her words.

Andras nodded, "not for you."

"Thank god." She uttered, holding Lynette out in front of her like a rotten fish.

Lynette's timid tone left, "I can walk just fine."

The curly-haired male chuckled, "You should indulge in your special treatment while you can." Andras looped his arm around Drake, "you certainly did and should have basked in it longer."

Andras beckoned the other male to follow as he led the charge. They went inside—the red silken armchairs and couches of various sizes ran along the first floor. Most seats, except those near the counter leading to the large flight of stairs, were empty.

The room was massive, made to hold the average size of most monsters.

The further he walked, accompanied by Andras, the more Drake's heart creaked like a rusted trampoline spring under the jumpers' weight.

"I already have two VERY excited clients looking to have a taste of you."

Cocky bastard. His fangs ground against the metal harder as his nostrils flared, making him choke on his blood despite their inability to clench. His captor held a vile, proud smile. Andras's plan worked.

Drake couldn't hide his humiliation. A vampire without its bite and power was annoyingly pathetic. Not that he didn't harbor this feeling constantly, but being paraded like a trophy only fertilized Drake's hatred.

"Don't be scared, Flawless." His enemy said it aloud. Anyone in the room could have heard it.

Drake reflexively jumped. Shut up, don't say that!

"Don't worry, you'll have an easy time tonight, a simple meal for two." He snickered and pressed his cheek to Drake's. "After that, you have the WHOLE rest of the night to relax and indulge. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Seeing your corpse would be nice.

Andras took his face from Drake's once they reached the top of the steps. His crazed, faint gray hue stared into Drake's red ones. "Think of it as a 'welcome back' present from a friend that's happy to have you."

Then, his eyelids dropped, and the hand around Drake's shoulders came up and traced his jawline. "However, starting tomorrow, you and your battery will be getting your work cut out for you. I expect you to have at least five to ten clients daily." Andras's eyes flared with fervor. "Until you make up for all that precious time I lost not having you."

They stopped next to one of the doors in the long stretch of hall, "speaking of..." Andras unlocked the door and pushed Drake forward because his feet refused to move.

"One flawless," He cooed.

Drake was face to face with two girls. Their eyes held as much care for him as someone would a glass of water after they had been traversing a desert for hours.

"Now play nice, and don't leave him too drained. Or I'll have you both permanently removed." Andras bubbly laughed and pushed Drake into them.

He knew they were vampires by the lack of sound coming from their chests. Other vampires couldn't hear each other's hearts; they had a unique frequency blocking it.

"Get my merchandise when they're done, Terrance," Andras said from behind him.

He heard Lynette's voice, followed by the shut of the door. The dimly lit space held the average amenities of a hotel room. Bed, couches, t.v., though it did nothing to ease his mind.

He struggled to break from their grip. They forced him onto the ground and pulled at his hoodie, partially choking him until they tore it away. Next, they shredded his shirt too.

Their claws lightly brushed his flesh as they did.

His air escaped rapidly and rigidly through his nose. He felt like he was suffocating when they exposed his upper body.

He watched them, their protruding fangs and colored eyes, not red like his own, picking which part of his flesh to bite first.

One of them slammed her hand down over his head, covering one of his eyes. He couldn't see what they were going to do.

His body trembled in desperate attempts to change. It didn't do anything but make them laugh.

They tasted him. One near his neck and the other at his ribs. While they pressed their other hands at his shoulders and their legs to pin his.

He couldn't make a sound when their fangs sunk deep into him. Their venom and saliva didn't work on other vampires or vampire beasts, so he had the 'pleasure' of the pain.

They'll just bite. They'll just drink. Drake told himself the same lie he always did. They never stopped at that. The two bit down hard and tore at his body, ripping at the flesh like Andras did.

And he fought, regretfully knowing there was no point trying.

...

Lynette

The girl held me up the whole time. Her fingers' strong grip firmly kept my waist. I don't have anything.

Not that I thought I could help. I hindered Drake. He couldn't fight because of me.

Earlier, when I couldn't control my actions, I saw everything I did. I thought something crawled into my body and wore me like a costume.

I should have gone along with the fake. Hindsight reminded me of my terrible choices. I didn't expect any of this. I didn't expect Ace or Osiris. I felt stupid.

I live in a world of magic and monsters. Why do I always assume the best and think things will be fine!

Though, I knew the answer. Certain memories were etched into my head, images and words burned so profoundly they couldn't be removed.

I couldn't remember her face all too well unless I looked back at the pictures or sometimes in the mirror. But I remember some things she told me, and I wanted to do them for her.

When Drake was split from me, I moved in their direction to see what was happening. The girl holding me took a step back, so I couldn't.

"Hey," her grip tightened. I winced. "Don't move so much, it's annoying."

"You can always put me down," I muttered.

Her thin pupils narrowed. She half smirked, annoyed. Xander gives me that same look. Though hers was different, she hadn't lost her snooty exterior.

"Very funny." She remarked. "I don't want to play chase with a gross little toddler." She stuck out her tongue like she ate something she didn't like. "Nor get my hands dirty with your blood after I catch you."

Blood. The terror I had every time they chased me at the pizzeria returned. They could all crush me so easily.

"Damn it." She grumbled and squinted at me. "If you make any sudden moves. I don't care if you have to sneeze, cough, or whatever. I'll pop your head like a needle to a balloon." She made a popping noise.

I nodded.

She dropped me down on the ground and inhaled loudly. She put her right hand in front of her face and blew. Soon, her breath sparked a flame, and it covered her hand.

I jumped, and her eyes were keenly narrowed on me while she did so. I stood up straight. She went to scratch her nose when she finished.

Did she use the fire to get rid of my germs? She refused to touch the one. She didn't breathe fire onto any part of her body. Is she a dragon like Lev?

She did have the same eye color, though hers were a much fainter tint of yellow.

I heard Andras's voice. It was a little clearer since he sounded closer to the door. The burly, quiet man who stood by it went in, and Andras came out.

"Drake's not merchandise," I said, not realizing I had shifted to face him.

Victoria's voice growled from behind me. "What did I sa-"

Andras approached me, and it silenced her and me. I knew if I backed up, I'd run into her. I didn't want to run away either because Drake was in that room.

His hand came up next to my cheek. He simply chuckled and pinched it.

"You're very endearing," he said before he took his hand back. "Now grab her and bring her along, Victoria."

Victoria picked me up the same way and walked. I kept glancing back. I wanted to know what they were doing to Drake. Are they vampires that drink vampire blood? I wanted to fight and ask more questions, but I didn't want to get my waist crushed by Victoria.

Ten more doors down, Andras slowed. He turned to two double doors with an elevator right across from it. Why didn't we use the elevator?

Andras threw up his hands and pushed both of what looked to be stone doors open. A scent of pine filled my nose first before the tickle of blood followed.

"Aww! How I missed you.~" He chirped, darting across the office with a singular desk at the back surrounded by three giant picture windows leading to the outdoors. He swung behind his desk and comfortably plopped down into his chair. He relaxed back with a huff and his arms behind his head.

My eyes went to the windows. I didn't recognize a single thing. We didn't live by any mountains. How far away are we?

I heard his chair creak and turned to the sheening desk. The top was spotless prior to him putting his shoes on his loafers on his desk.

"May I drop her now?"

Andras sat up, "Go ahead."

She happily let me go and blew fire on her hands afterward.

My vision met his. "I don't think I properly introduced myself, did I?"

I couldn't make eye contact with him. "No. Nor did you explain why you took us."

Andras snickered, sprung from his chair, and hummed as he stretched his arms. "Well, Lynette, welcome to my current humble abode." He bowed and turned his head up to look at me. "My name is Andras."

He gestured to the office. "And this will be your home for the rest of your life, or until we move locations." He held up a finger and walked around the side of his desk. "Not in my office, sorry. You'll be staying in our exclusive merchandise rooms."

It was not that I didn't expect him to say something along those lines, but hearing him mention it so casually frightened me. He didn't hold a hint of remorse or guilt.

I couldn't say more than a single word. "Why."

"Glad you asked," he walked in front of the desk, standing parallel to me, and studied my body. "I don't think I've seen a human with as much energy as you." He tapped his finger to his cheek. "I'd imagine you could bring in some money if I lent you out, but you'd do a far better job at being Drake's personal battery instead."

He slipped from his desk. He stood before me—my line of sight was at his collarbone, given his height. His hand went to the base of the left side of my neck.

"That way your delicious energy rich blood can go to some good use, helping a friend." His fingers curled in, "and if..."

A knock at the door interrupted him.

He perked up, "Come in."

I couldn't see who entered, but I heard their voice.

"I got my brother."

Osiris. Andras held me from looking back.

"You look worse for ware, Zetsu, what happened?" Andras asked.

My eyebrows furrowed. Zetsu? That's the one I met with Wicks and Garter on the first day of training.

"I-I-um-" I remembered his shyness. Osiris said that was his brother.

Andras finally let me go and very lightly chuckled, "I see. You were caught, wasn't he, Osiris?"

His brother grumbled, and I saw him pull the timid Zetsu by the hair and closer to him, "yeah."

"Ow," Zetsu quietly whimpered.

His eyes are puffy. Has he been crying? Zetsu looked like he had been tearing up next to his twin, who had a singular white streak in his hair.

"Shame," Andras sighed. He slipped back to look at me, then smirked deviously. "Actually, this is perfect timing. I might have a new purpose for you, Zetsu."

Andras sauntered his way over, closer to the doorway.

"Don't." Osiris sternly said.

The curly-haired male in the button-up tilted his head, "Don't what?"

"I know that look." Osiris said, "he's useful to me."

"Not to me, nor will he be much to you." Andras snidely remarked. "Think logically, Osiris. The C.P.P.A. wants him, and Zetsu can't use his magic properly to fight them if they catch him." Andras stood up to Osiris, who was nearly a head taller than him. "So, your days playing pretend are over."

Zetsu visibly shook, "I'm-I'm sorry." Osiris gripped his hair harder. The hand that Andras went to grab Zetsu with didn't make it to him.

Osiris let his brother's hair go and grabbed Andras's hand. He squeezed it.

"I said, Don't."

Andras didn't move a muscle.

"Oh, he's screwed," Victoria said from a little distance away, she was on one of the comfy armchairs.

His smile crept up further than normal. His lips seemed to split slightly. He slapped his other hand over Osiris's. And he barely had the chance to growl before his body vanished. Or, more so, it was in the air, his arm between Andras's hands.

He shrank him?! I had never seen anyone do it that way. I only saw Claudia, but even then, her potion took effect after two hours, not immediately.

"You'll make a MUCH better example, Osiris." Andras pivoted on his heels until he faced me. "You see, Lynette." He adjusted Osiris in his hands and walked to me. I stumbled back. His steps were fast, getting to my pace, and he wrapped his arm around my back.

"You're now my property." Andras held up Osiris, "like he was. Except his purpose was to be an informant and ensure our clients uphold their end of the deal." He moved Osiris close to my face. "And I expect a certain level of respect from you and anyone I own."

He put the tiny Osiris to his cheek. "Isn't he cute like this?"

"Y-" I didn't know what to say.

"Lynette.~"

"S-s-sure?"

Andras smiled innocently, "If you try to run, disobey me, fight against me or a handler, and it loses its endearing, pitiful human charm then..." Without hesitation, he tossed Osiris into his mouth. He shut his lips, seemed to move his tongue around with him, and then there was a loud, deafening...

CRUNCH.

The sound continued, accompanied by snapping.

Did he...n-no.

He gulped aloud and exhaled delightfully. I could smell the iron.

I couldn't move. My mind refused to process what happened. I barely let out a soft gasp as Andras leaned near my face.

"If the trouble you cause outweighs your purpose, regardless of your importance to Drake." He papped my nose playfully. "I don't have a problem killing you, selling you off to another buyer, or feeding you to one of my deserving subordinates." He laughed like what he did was mundane.

He killed him.

My mind still saw him in Andras's hand. He wasn't there anymore. My eyes drifted from Andras to Zetsu, whose eyes and mouth probably looked as filled with shock as mine. If not worse.

"What, are you worried for Zetsu next, Lynette?" Andras turned around and walked to him. "He did seem to know you, didn't he..." Andras threw an arm over Zetsu. The boy's lips pursed, and his body shook violently. "I would have considered it if Zetsu fought too, but he's obedient." Andras leaned over, friendly-like to Osiris's twin. "that's why you're taking your brother's place."

Zetsu didn't say anything. He still hadn't looked away from the spot where Andras had eaten Osiris.

The gray-eyed male asked me, "Did I finally answer your question thoroughly, dear?

"Y-yes..."

"Great! Then Victoria, take her down to the merchandise room! Drake will meet her there shortly."

...

Drake

There weren't any thoughts. Only instincts, feelings, burning, desperation, and the overwhelming desire for blood.

He thrashed relentlessly—every single being looked palpable. He didn't care how they smelled—his body wanted to feel the rush their blood brought him. It needed their energy.

He tossed himself back and forth like a wild animal as the male dragged him by his legs through the basement. He continued to break his wrists, and pop his shoulders out of their socket, whining in pain only to be muffled by the metal in his mouth.

He screamed in his head. And the burly man let him go. He forced him to the ground, pressing a knee into Drake's chest. It kept air from coming in.

The male then got a needle out of a case and stabbed it into Drake. He fought harder as more of the wolfsbane entered his bloodstream. It made his already glowing hue sizzle.

Next, the man got the bar at his mouth and yanked it out. It pulled up some of his teeth and gums before they regenerated again.

His throat exploded with low growls, incapable of forming coherent words that weren't an occasional cuss or attempts to bite.

"You look flawless."

His attention finally narrowed on Andras, who reached around and got his upper arm, dragging him down the rest of the stuffy, dimly lit cellar. "You look so vicious, I'm almost scared."

Drake couldn't get him either; he wanted to, but he couldn't stand properly.

However, his ears tuned into the sound so appealing, alluring, and delicious that it took his attention off the curly-haired male. His fangs clenched together. He wanted the heart that made that sound.

His drive to live clouded his hatred. His eyes keenly locked onto the source at the back of the cell. They were curled up in a tight ball.

Andras touched his cuffs and whispered softly. "They're all yours." He released them, and Drake didn't hesitate. His instincts wouldn't let him.

It happened in a blur. One second, she was far away from Drake; the next, he had sunk his fangs deep into her delicate, soft skin. The euphoric rush overtook his body—possessively keeping her as close to him as possible like an animal with their food.

No one would take her away. He removed his fangs, not entirely full yet, only to find another spot of her neck to bite into. He wanted to mark her as much as he could. So he did so, over and over again, until his thoughts gained coherency.

Lynette. He thought, still drinking. He closed his eyes and didn't stop right away. He selfishly took more. His body told him, too.

She was too good for him to stop. Drake had to pry himself away and release her unconscious body.

It was a struggle to inhale and exhale. Drake didn't realize how much he drank. He had to force himself to rest.

His eyes sympathetically held her, "I'm sorry," his shaky hands traced Lynette's jacket that he had stained with her blood. Her wounds had healed.

Drake swallowed.

He checked over the cell, bars, and stone. The bars kept magic from working within the cell. At least, most unless you were very skilled. And unless Drake saw someone use magic, he wasn't.

He listened and watched her chest rise and fall. He felt slightly relieved that he wasn't alone. At the same time, he disliked that thought.

I shouldn't think like that. I got her involved. He put his fangs to his bottom lip. He tried to contain his want for more. He couldn't look at her.

"I'm sorry, I fucked us both." He crawled back the best he could. Why am I like this? Why didn't I listen to them?

Drake pushed back into the corner, creating distance between them.

"I hate that I did this to you," Drake said.

He looked outside the cell. "I hate them."

He lifted his shaking hands to his forehead.

He shouted as loud as he could. It echoed through the hall, and he slammed his hands down.

And I hate that I couldn't change.

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This is mostly from memory since I reset my phone and essentially wiped it clean in a moment of mental illness yesterday.

Lucien stood from where he'd crouched opposite Andras, the limp human still in the sentinel's arms.

He admired the Spring Fae their sense of honour but he did not envy it. Lucien saw no qualm in leaving the girl here to die - she would likely bleed out before anyone found her and even if they did, he was almost certain she would not recover enough to wake.

Though... Lucien peered down at her, the gory mess at her side, ribboned flesh and exposed organs, it was amazing she still lived. Or had he underestimated the species?

None of this mattered. No high Fae had crossed the Wall in five centuries, no one would believe the girl even if she ever regained her senses enough to speak. They needed to focus on crossing back into Spring before anymore of Amarantha's beasts were sent out to hunt.

"We don't have time for this," Lucien held back the growl in his voice and fought back a shiver, "leave her here."

The forest around him, the unsinging earth, the dead air, warred with his senses as they stretched out, attempted to find input that would make sense of the world. A world without magic. It was eerie, almost terrifying.

Andras slipped his hand under the upper section of her torso, helping her laboured breathing, "She could have put an iron arrow through your eye-"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"We repay our debts." Lucien flinched. The implication was enough. If he wanted to belong, he would have to act accordingly. He nodded and Andras lifted his face to the breeze, "There are two others, halfway down the mountain, her scent mingles with theirs. Glamour them not to search for her, Amarantha's pets will be crawling all over this place for the next few days. After we get her seen to, we'll return her to her people."

Lucien strained his ears, nose less attuned than the wolf's and winnowed south in small jumps. The crossing had been jarring, almost nauseating by itself, but his magic seemed to strain - like moving against a weighted force. This place was death to Fae.

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Michael Jackson - Man In The Mirror (Official Video) February 6, 1988 - 36 Years Ago Today: Michael Jackson had the Hot Shot Debut at No. 48 on the Billboard Hot 100 Chart with his single, "Man In The Mirror." The Glen Ballard/Siedah Garrett-penned song was Jackson's fourth single released from his multi-platinum album, "Bad," and it began a two-week run at No. 1 on March 26, 1988. It was his fourth of five consecutive No. 1's from the album and fourth of eight singles released from the 11-track collection. Siedah Garrett, The Winans and Andrae Crouch Choir provided backing vocals. "Bad," broke a record becoming the first album to produce five No. 1 singles. Michael Jackson was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice - In 1997 with The Jackson 5 and in 2001 as a solo artist. He also received the Grammy Legend Award in 1993 and posthumously the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 2010.

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A/n: Hey this is my first work posted on here so I hope I do this all right

Cross posted to Ao3 , so if there are any formatting issues here Ao3 is better bet, and I will usually post to Ao3 a good while before I post here, along with any revisions to the story will occur there first

A Court of Readers and Dreamers

Chapter 1: Sheep in Wolves’ Clothing

Word count: 1530

The winter had come, harsh and icy in a way that had been promised. A little over 6 years in the wooden cabin with the 2 elder sisters and their father, our father. Learning how to hunt the first year ,learning how to survive the world I had read about in the years following.

Read, it was a strange concept now to have read this world now that it was the reality of every breath I drew. Nesta, Elain, and their father were all people that now lived and breathed in a space more than ink on paper, real as the damned snow that was working its way under my coat as I headed out toward the woods, where the promise of fae and the start of my consequences awaited me.

Dawn had just broken when I left, and the two other girls were likely still asleep in bed, they had grumbled at me as I disentangled myself from the cluster of limbs on that old ironwood bed. The sky was streaked with oranges and purples as I made my way past the thick pine trees that held fresh powder. My stomach growled as I remembered the last parts of the bread I had given to Elain last night, hoping my last night in that cabin with all of them was coming soon.

My feet kept moving forward, bow heavy in hand as I headed toward the brook I had first met Feyre at. My body, like hers was described, had become thin and sharp with bone due to the harsh winter. Minutes of walking turned into hours, the sky was now a gray-blue as I headed towards the small trickle of water that spoke to me with a promise of my home.

I found the small clearing, the same one I had been visiting for weeks , since the first snowfall, with thin trees that still held their bark that had drawn in that young doe I had yet to see. I moved down towards the water that still flowed under a thin sheen of ice, crouching down to fill my skein before heading towards a tree I could comfortably climb into to wait for the sun to rise higher, to wait for that young deer and fae wolf.

So I climbed up one of the thick evergreens surrounding me, settling on a thick branch that hid me behind a curtain of pine needles that kept the flurries of snow from piling on my already measly winter gear. Knowing the hours would go on achingly slow, I worked on what I hoped were mental shields, plastering imaginary walls around my thoughts as mental fingers stroked the inside of the shell. When my mind wandered I looked at those falling snowflakes, glittering with the winter light before it settled onto the large piles of more fluffy snow.

I admired the snow, not in the same way that Feyre had admired those colors and depth, I had no talent with paints the way she had. My eyes followed the twisting movement of the ice, twirling its way down like a dancer before settling and blending in. The movement was traced with my eyes, light catching on the fractiles in a way that left my eyes fluttering. So I traced those falls with my eyes as I caressed the inside of my mind, mental fingers often following the same twisting path before they would move their way back toward the peak.

Hours passed like that, with the occasional shift in position as my tailbone started to ache. My mind had turned over the words I could remember of the summoning call that had originally drawn Tamlin to bring Feyre to the Spring court, trying to find a way to avoid killing the man I knew was about to cross my path. I had spent a decent amount of time with this exact thought for half a decade to find a solution to not stain my hands with Andras’ blood, but always fell short. There was no way around this murder, I had to do this to save everyone else from the hell I knew would befall Prythian if Amarantha was given supreme control over the courts.

The sun reached high in the sky, and I started getting nervous I had the wrong day yet again. I had been sitting in this tree since the first snow had come in, catching the small game on my way into the woods and larger on my way out. I could no longer see the stream clearly and slowly moved out of the tree as my legs tingled from disuse. I moved towards a high thorn bush, keeping an arrow softly notched in my bow. Another hour or so passed like that, with me kneeling and prepared for the first innocent life on my hand.

The snow crackled as the delicate neck of a doe stretched from the densest part of the woods, trotting softly to a tree with soft bark. I double-checked I had the right arrow notched, the ash arrow resting on my finger like an iron weight as I looked back towards the doe, beyond her and into the thinning flurry of snow.

The first glimpse of that large silver body nearly made me release the arrow right then, awed at the size and the instinctual need to run as the predator moved with a silence that he was gifted by his fae blood. He prowled toward the doe where she still ate the thin bark, unaware of her coming death. He inched closer, lithe and beautiful as he tensed- the deer’s head rose, eyes looking around her as she sensed something amiss, but she was looking away from the predator who was now less than 5 meters away from her.

He pounced, ripping at her throat as the arrow flew from my hand and found its mark in his side- right where a heart and lungs would be. I had closed my eyes the second the arrow had left the bow, already cursing at myself for being a sick bastard and praying he was already dead as I looked up, but now as I raised my head up I saw him. Blood dripped from his maw as the doe’s mangled neck fell to the snow, but those golden eyes looked at me, pained and soft with relief that wrenched at my soul as he fell into the smooth snow under him.

I rushed out of my hiding spot- tears already streaming down my face as my throat ratcheted with a sob. I fell next to him, his eyes still looking at me as I put my hand against his chest where the arrow protruded.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry Andras. Forgive me please” I pleaded, the words mixing and coming out thickly as I sobbed. He twitched under my touch- weakly- when I said his name, a loss I had always despised when I read it. Heat bloomed in my chest, hatred towards the bitch who had set the terms of the curse to sacrifice a soul.

I looked back into his eyes, where they were half-lidded as his breathing had become labored and my hand was slick with his blood as I pet his side in the only form of comfort I could provide. He looked at my tear-streaked face and his eyes seemed to soften even further as his eyes fully closed.

“M-other hold- Pass through the gates,” as ratcheting sob left me gasping as I was determined to send Andras to that heaven promised in the prayer “and smell that immortal land of milk and honey” His chest stopped rising but I could not stop, could not leave him with a half-finished prayer- the last one he would have while he was still warm “ Fear no evil. Feel no pain”. More sobs ripped from me as my arms moved to cradle his head, nearly as large as my torso while blood seeped around us, the pure white snow with thick crimson. I held him for a long while, enough to where his fur had lost warmth and the pool of deer and fae blood started soaking into my pants.

I was soaked in thawed snow and my hand was covered in the sticky blood, which I started to scrub off with the white snow around us. The Archeron’s were still starving at home as they awaited me to bring home dinner but I could not leave his body here to become buried in the snow and only found by the scavengers once spring came. So I stood and started to pull the corpse towards the trees, where I then collected branches from the surrounding trees with a serrated knife, piling needles sitting heavy from them as I started to arrange them around him, covering him and marking the grave so he can be found and buried in Spring court soil.

With a long look at the corpse behind me, I returned to the clearing and hefted the doe onto my shoulders. I had to return home, dress the doe, and wait for the arrival of the blond prick of Spring.

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