#ill drink it once in a blue moon and then immediately regret it

[nanashiii]

Heron x queen!reader

So this is my first fandom contribution ever and even if it sucks I'm happy with it lol, it's kinda of a wip and since english is not my first language...well, it may just worsen the whole thing :,)

@zen-gordon I'm sorry it took so much time to write it 😖😖

↠ Wc: 1.7k

↠ Chapter 1

↠ Warnings: none yet

There was something to be revealed to you, the new queen of the polis, your mother wanted to warn you about who you really are.

She seemed to be delirious that night, it was a celebration, everyone was partying, the Palace in an uproar for some successful hunt or something of the same relevance for the nobles.

"Y/n, my ... daughter, listen to me, please ..." she was disheveled, so different from her usual self, eyes trembling. You thought it was the drink's fault, the wine must have been too strong.

It was a foolish judgment, the queen had been poisoned that same night, during the feast.

You guided her to the royal quarters, your mother's speech becoming more and more vague. And waiting for her to fall asleep, you stared at the night sky.

An eagle watched both of you from the top of a tree, which years before, had been struck by lightning. The bird was abnormally big, aside from the fact that it was nothing nocturnal.

The observation lasted a few minutes - a clash of swords and shields made you jump from the bed, which you have sited next to the queen - the woman lulled into an apparently peaceful sleep.

A maid - Lamia, the queen's most old and loyal lady, entered the room like a gust of wind, her eyes wide and blood on her robes matching her panicked face.

She was crying, her hands trembling as she grabbed yours in an attempt to get you out of the room.

You were on your feet instantly.

"My sweet child." The maid sobbed. "I can't let them kill you too."

"What?!" You felt the air escaping your lungs way too fast.

"The king is dead ... the queen ..." the woman staggered, trying to contain her crying. "Poisoned. There was poison in her food and drinks and ..."

The world seemed to shatter around you, at least, you world, the servant's words becoming distant murmurs. You turned, almost falling on the queen's bed, grabbing a hand that was already cold and purple with some grotesque poison.

Before a scream broke from your throat, someone covered your mouth, dragging you out of the room. You couldn't tell if it was the maid or a guard. Everything looked like a blur between tears, howls and a metallic smell that was beginning to approach.

The guards who remained in the stable placed you at the maid's side upon two black steeds, assuring that they would follow the new queen, you, soon. But first they would need to find the murderer.

The night had never seemed so terrifying to you, but Lamia tightened her knuckles, her eyes red with tears lit by the moon.

"We will take refuge in the Palace of your Aunt, in the neighboring polis." She will give you all the support you need." Lamia said, looking back one last time, you followed her movement.

Something in your heart seemed to sunk, as if someone had staked it there, tears flowed hot, sobs broke out and somehow now your horse was on the trail of the other steed.

It was a nightmare, Phobetor was playing with you.

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He wasn't.

The next morning was so real that you almost felt ill. Taken by the shock, you arrived at your Aunt's palace in the polis that had heavy rain clouds but, strangely, didn't let not even one drop touch the soil. Even so, nothing seemed to matter at that moment, you were guided to a new room, an aunt dismayed and angry at what they did to her brother, shouted orders to your own remaings guards and when things calmed down days later, she decided that you coronation should be done there and soon.

The aid of a noble should always be questioned, she would probably ask for favors during the next years, but you couldn't even bear the thoughts of dealing with it, so the best option was to ignore your aunt's apparently innocent help.

"My queen, may I suggest something?" Lamia mumbled, she have spent more time by your side since that cursed night.

She couldn't ignore your current state, the sleepless nights and nocturnal fears were claiming it's own price. There were always creeping nightmares waiting for you, so the wandering nights inside your aunt's palace seemed much more appealing than a nightmare filled sleep. Soon both of you would need to go back to your truly palace, it seemed that your aunt's mercy was coming to an end more quickly than what you have expected.

"What is it?" You didn't even blinked an eye as you replied to the maid, one commotion down the plebe stands catching your attention as the sound of shouting voices started to reach your ears.

It seemed like a group of men harassing a lonely woman - well she looked a bit like an outcaster there, with everyone turning their eyes to the explicit violence against her.

"A guard's switch, my queen." Lamia approached your side.

What was making her so absorbed after all? The servant questioned herself, seeing nothing but a normal day at the polis.

"I think that, with a personal guard selected by yourself will bring you some peace, most nobles do this when they ascend to the throne" Lamia explained.

When the woman was brutally pushed by one of the five men, an young man appeared, he came running and as fast as he reached the group, he punched and even used a knife at some point. Almost slicing someone's throat.

He helped the woman to rise again, with some caution.

The two left, disappearing from your view.

I may need warriors like this one.

No...

I need this one.

He was ...

"I accept your suggestion, Lamia, can you organize everything so I can meet and choose them during the next week?"

"Of course my dear queen, I'll start it immediately." Lamia bowed, now questioning what could possibly have happened for the queen's complexion to light up. Nonetheless what has caused it she was glad for.

"And Lamia, make sure that they know about how generous the new queen is when it comes to payments."

"Yes, I'll be sure they hear about it" the servant bowed a second time and then left you, it didn't take too much time to another servant to come and replace her.

Your thoughts seemed to run more wildly as the day passed by.

The sudden attraction to the man made you question yourself, was it because he was the one who made you wake up from an aphatic state?

You weren't sure.

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Zeus, in this case and in this form, Elias, was once again wandering drunkenly through the streets of the polis, enjoying the few pleasures that an old mortal could give himself and also maintaining his disguise.

He had overheard the conversation of one of the servants of the new queen, queen who was Demeter's and a mortal's daughter mortal which the goddess decided to deny the existence, handing her daughter over to a sterile human queen.

A demigod, just like his own son.

The two shared a strangely similar past, even when it came to traumatizing nights.

The disguised god walked back to his lover and son's home, the new queen's offer was too tempting for Heron to refuse, no matter how stubborn he could be. He had declined Alexia's offer, and perhaps the regret would make him choose right this time.

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Lamia had organized everything just as the queen asked, her aunt did not hide the relief that you were leaving soon and wandered happily around the room in which the three of you were.

"The men in my polis make great guards, excellent warriors." the mourning for her brother had dissipated quickly, and it also increased your desire to leave that place, now the cloudy clouds seemed to worsen your mood.

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You were waiting for them inside a kind of canopy like bed, Lamia had murmured something about only the selected ones seeing your face. It was a strange security issue and the day was particularly hot making you hate the stupid idea even more. But there was something, making your afternoon a little more tolerable.

The chance of seeing him again.

A few remaining men from your old guard positioned themselves near the door and soon it was opened, the first candidate entering the room, an undoubtedly strong man, but it wasn't the one you're seeking to see.

Your frustration almost materialized right there, and a doubt arose, what made you believe that he would appear?

As you were selecting the most competent ones, or at least apparently competent, your hope of seeing him again was being drained as the hours passed by, soon you would have to leave the polis and perhaps you should have to accept the fact that you would not see him again.

Besides, as a new queen there would be more important things to deal with, and soon this sudden...

The door opened again, the last one to be chosen and you had to control yourself not to tear the canopy.

It was him.

You were silent for a while, observing every possible detail through the fine fabric, his frame but what has made you literally frozen were his eyes - a vibrant blue, as if the sky and the ocean were inside those irises.

"My queen?" A servant called, waking you from your almost trance.

You composed yourself. Continuing with the same questions I had repeated so many times earlier.

"Your name?"

"It's Heron."

"Well Heron, you must already know I'm not from this polis, even so, are you willing to work as one of my guards?"

Tension filled your brain, after all he could simply deny it, you remembered the woman he helped, could she possibly be a relative?

He stayed silent for some seconds, his face was doubt itself but soon with was replaced by calm and determination.

"Yes, I'm willing too." Heron replied.

"Great." your response didn't matched the sheer happiness that you were feeling. You proceeded with the other questions about what weapon could he wield, combat experience...

You weren't really listening to Heron's answers, still mesmerized simply by seeing him close enough, even so, you managed to inform him that you all would be departing soon and he should prepare for doing so.

"You can go now."

He left the room and so did you, watching from a safe distance as he kept walking down the aisle, there was definitely something different about him.

Something that seemed weirdly familiar to you.

What was it?

#Heron #Blood of zeus

[halfway-happyyy]

oh my GOD i cannot stop thinking about going out for the night to hang out w friends and getting so drunk that when alex comes to pick u up u forget he’s ur boyfriend 🥺 and when he reminds you you’re like “!!!!!!! me !!!!! how did i get so lucky !!!!!!!!!” n ur looking at him like he hung the moon and he falls in love with you all over again bye this image lives in my head rent free i swear

what a soft, lovely thought!!!

*

As all messy night-outs usually begin, she had gone into it with the intention of keeping every single one of her wits about her. She had actually heeded her boyfriend’s advice for once- “one glass of water per each alcoholic beverage”, she had viewed his full figure leant against the threshold of their front door before she left, large hands placed in the pockets of his denim jeans. His worn t-shirt stretched across his broad chest and she was glad that tonight- unlike most nights, she would have him to sidle into bed next to when the evening ended.

“Come here kid,” He murmured. “Let me kiss you once more before you go, hm?” Her lips turned up into a wide smile as she closed the distance between them wordlessly. He had an innate way of holding her like she was the most precious thing in the entire universe. Like if he let her go, she might shatter into a million little magnificent pieces. He held her face in his impossibly warm hands as he kissed her like it was the last time he would ever do it again. When he pulled away from her, he was out of breath and he gestured to her purse on the glass coffee table in the front entrance, “Can’t forget that.”

She reached for it, slung it across her body, and smiled at him. “What would I do without you?”

A car horn blared in the distance and Alexander shrugged his shoulders, a smirk tugged at the edges of his lips. “Let’s hope we never have to find out, hm? Your chariot awaits, kid.” His blue eyes sparkled merrily in the low light of the glowing hallway lamp, and the delicate creases next to them spoke volumes of the happiness that he exuded on a near-constant basis.

She swallowed hard; her hand poised on the doorknob. “I love you, Alex- just in case that big old sky ever falls on our heads.”

“I love you too, kid. Please be safe. Call me when you’re ready to come home.”

*

“One more babe! It’s my birthday!” Her best friend tried on her best Vana White impersonation and waved her hand tantalizingly down a row of pink coloured shots.

She eyed them suspiciously; her world had started to spin on its axis a few moments ago, and she swallowed hard. “I’m feeling a little ill.”

Her friend giggled and picked up a shot, waving it beneath her nose. She watched the liquid slosh out over the sides, and land on her friend’s white dress, causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles. Her friend shook her head, oblivious to the stain blooming steadily in the gauzy material and hiccupped. “Nonsense. One of these and you’ll be back to tip-top shape.”

“You spilled broken down golfcart on your dress.” She hiccupped and pointed to the stain.

“You’re not getting out of this.”

She took a deep breath and accepted the shot from the birthday girl, tilting her head back and pouring the liquid down her throat. She shook her head and winced as the alcohol singed the lining of it like smoke. “Alright. That was the last one. I’m calling Alex now.”

Her friend’s pout turned into a devilish grin, and she shrugged nonchalantly. “Let’s see how many we can get in you before he gets here…”

In hindsight she could not definitively say why she had agreed to play that game but come morning she would regret it. She was seated at the bar with some of her other girlfriends when he arrived, and even though her ringer was on and loud, she had missed the three previous phone calls announcing his arrival. She was clutching a glass of water in her hand when she spotted him, and her mouth went dry. She leaned over to her friend, a bold move considering she nearly fell off the wooden stool. “Don’t look now,” She whispered a little too loudly. “But that may be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Her friend’s eyes widened in excitement and she craned around to see who she was referring to. When she caught site of Alexander, her face dropped, and she let out a loud giggle. “Girl, that’s your man.”

She watched him approach them in horror. “My man?”

Her friend stared at her in astonishment. “Did your drink get spiked?” She leaned back and tapped the girl next to her on the shoulder. “Were you watching her drink?”

“My man?” She repeated in unconcealed awe.

Her friend gaped at her. “Yes! You guys live in a beautiful home together!”

Her eyes narrowed as she mulled this over. “Do we have dogs?”

Her friend rolled her eyes. “Yes, two horribly cute ones.”

“Good evening, ladies.” Alexander appeared behind them; his opposing figure cast a long shadow over the bar as he bent down to press a kiss to the apple of her cheek. “Hi, kid. Is there a reason you did not answer any of the phone calls I sent you?”

Her friend cleared her throat. “She’s uh… she’s in rough shape.”

Alexander nodded slowly. “Alright, let’s get you home, hm?” He helped her up from her chair and held on to her hand as she bid goodbye to the rest of her friends. “It’s a bit cool out tonight so I brought you a sweater,” He murmured and draped it around her shoulders as they took their leave from the bar. “We’re parked right outside, my love.” He held onto her elbow as they stepped out into the October evening, and opened her side of the door for her to get in. Once safely buckled up, he made his way around to his side of the car and climbed in. She still found it a little hard to believe that this specimen of a man was really her person. That somehow, possibly by the grace of god, she had managed to reel this one in. Stopped at a red light, he turned to her and frowned. “You alright, kid? You’ve barely said a word…”

She opened her mouth to say something, and instead of any actual words, she hiccupped loudly. “I had a lot to drink tonight.”

Alexander closed his eyes and dropped his head to laugh quietly. “Yep. I know.”

She hiccupped again. “We’re together?” She had meant it to come out as more of a statement than a question, and Alexander blanched.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” She swallowed hard and squinted her eyes. “How on earth are you this attractive? Like are you even real? This could be one of those dreams…”

Alexander’s blue eyes widened, and he let out a breathless chuckle. “Let me stop you there, kid- you and I are together. We have been for over three years now. We have gone home to Sweden multiple times- my family adores you. We have a home, and in that home, we have tons of artwork and we make meals together, and we have Max and Sitka- and they are the best dogs in the entire world.”

She nodded her head slowly. “Okay then answer me this, you giant Nordic Adonis. How on earth did I get so lucky?”

Alexander was quiet as he pulled into the driveway in front of their home. “I ask myself that question constantly.”

He helped her from the passenger seat, and up the cobblestone pathway to their front door. Upon entry, the dogs in which he had just told her about wagged their tails happily at the return of their beloved owners. “Hi puppies.” She murmured breathlessly.

“They’re happy to have you home, kid.” Alexander whispered. “And I am too.” He helped her up the stairs to their bedroom and got her changed into her favourite pair of pajamas. He left her momentarily for the washroom and when he returned, he was laden with a glass of water and two Tylenols. “Open up,” He murmured, and she did as he was told. They fell into bed together, and she cuddled up immediately on his chest, her head tucked safely under his chin. Alexander hummed quietly to himself and kissed the top of her head gently. “I love you kid- just in case that big old sky ever falls on our heads.”

#asks #alex sstuff #this thought also lives rent free in my head oof #definitely stole that line from cold mountain oh welllll

[sarcasticgaypotato]

Just in time for the spooky season; my first thank you fic! Prompt given by @moonwatcher13 who requested necromancer AU fluff, thank you so much for the generous donation, and I hope you enjoy!

Chell had been dead for a long time.

Years turned into decades since her heart last beat, and her lungs last drew breath. By the natural order of things, she should’ve been six feet under, with bones turned to dust. And yet? Here she still was. Pulling herself up off of her bed, and stretching her eternally stiff limbs in an attempt to chase the grogginess from her mind. The sun had started to disappear behind the tops of the trees, casting the world in long shadows and encroaching darkness. The rest of the world’s day was ending, which meant Chell’s was only just beginning.

As she walked, slowly and silently, through the cold stone halls of the castle she called home, she found herself dwelling briefly on what got her here. Rather, who.

An elf as pale as moonlight, as sharp as a blade, and mad as anything. With her piercing eyes of gold and blue respectively, and her hair as white as bone. GLaDOS was as intelligent as she was dangerous, and as dangerous as she was curious.

She was always pushing. Pushing the limits of what she could achieve, of what was allowed. She found limits and shattered them, for better or for worse.  Chell was the result of one such test; her greatest experiment to date. Bringing the dead back to life.

Chell had long said that it hadn’t been worth it. That she would’ve been better off staying properly dead, and that GLaDOS would’ve been better off not living with an unholy beast.

But GLaDOS never heard a word of it. She always dismissed Chell’s laments with assurances stated like facts, so certain that she had made the only choice possible. Chell knew that that certainty came, at least in part, from love. GLaDOS was hardly shy with her affections, willing to kiss even a bloodstained, bloody maw with unabashed enthusiasm.

Yet, as Chell approached the room that GLaDOS called her study, she had to acknowledge that GLaDOS’s refusal to regret her creation came out of stubbornness too. To doubt the existence of her undead lover would be to admit failure in her experiments. And given that GLaDOS had told Chell just how many times even her initial resurrection had failed… Well, it was no doubt that GLaDOS wanted a success, and this was as close as she could get.

Of course, that experiment had taken place years and years ago, and GLaDOS had moved on to new things. She was never satisfied, never able to lull in one state for too long.

She was always hungry, and Chell could relate.

Inside the fire-lit study, Chell poked her head in to see GLaDOS moving back and forth, flitting from her desk to her caldron, scribbling down notes before hurrying back to throw something else in and watch the reaction.

She didn’t even seem to notice Chell as she came in, her head much too deep in her work, and a face full of colored steam no doubt helping to obscure her vision.

Chell didn’t mind it, at least for awhile. She was relatively content to lean against the doorway and watch her partner with an unblinking gaze, basking in the sight that was GLaDOS truly in her element.

But after awhile, Chell started to get...antsy. She resisted the urge to tap her foot as GLaDOS went about bottling whatever her new creation was, all without giving more than a brief “Oh, hello Chell.”

Slowly, Chell slunk over to where GLaDOS stood- leaning over her desk and pouring over her notes- unable to be patient any longer as she wrapped her arms around her lover’s slender waist, and let out a low, impatient sound. After waking up alone- as was a frequent occurrence when she slept throughout a whole day- it was only natural that she wanted some quality time with her beloved. 

“Come now, you haven’t been waiting that long.” As GLaDOS spoke, a hint of amusement mingling with exasperation, Chell moved to rest her chin on the elf’s shoulder, only to stop and pull back at the sudden sound of a hiss that wasn’t her own. Tucked away in the folds of GLaDOS’s robe and wrapped around her neck like a scarf was one of her pet snakes that raised its head and reared at Chell when she got too close.

It took more self control than she wanted to admit to resist the urge to bare her teeth and snarl back in response, keeping her head back and instead settling for glaring daggers at the albino reptile until GLaDOS slowly coaxed the thing down her arm, onto the desk, and then sent it slithering off into the shadows to hunt. 

With that taken care of, Chell wasted no time nuzzling close, breathing in deeply as GLaDOS’s scent drowned out that of the rather pungent potion in the air around them. 

She tried to close her eyes, to stand there peacefully and simply drink in the moment of GLaDOS’s warm body pressed against her unnaturally cold chest, to enjoy the feeling of her rather small partner in her arms, safe and sound and right where she was supposed to be.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t relax. A nagging little something prickled in the back of her mind, reminding her with every passing moment of the now unguarded expanse of flesh only inches away from her mouth. 

She blinked heavily, as if the action would push away the thought from her mind. She wasn’t starving, she would eat when she needed to. There was no point in interrupting such a nice moment, so Chell bit her tongue- not literally, she had learned the hard way that such an action was ill-advised- and waited. And waited.

GLaDOS was taking forever. And she kept fidgeting, moving in and out of Chell’s grasp to grab tools and tinker even further.

It was about half an hour into all this when Chell made up her mind. Saving the usage of her voice for an apology instead of asking permission, she gathered GLaDOS slightly tighter into her arms, and pulled her backwards, stumbling for a moment before plopping herself into GLaDOS’s desk chair with the elf in question on her lap.

“Chell!”

The warm satisfaction in her otherwise cold chest was more than worth GLaDOS’s scolding tone and the light smack on her shoulder.

“If I had been in the middle of handling something dangerous-”

“You would’ve managed it.” “Yes, I would’ve thrown it on you and documented the results.”

Chell felt her lips curl into a smile. Surely GLaDOS could wrap up her work like this just fine, and then Chell could get her meal. Of course, as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against GLaDOS’s neck in a gentle kiss, she couldn’t help but think that a little taste in the meantime wouldn’t hurt…

“Don’t you dare.”

A raspy whine escaped Chell’s lips before she could help herself.

“I need to finish recording my findings and I don’t want to be falling asleep in the process. My experiments are more important than your impatience.” “...’s only tasting…”

“Sure you were.”

Reluctantly, Chell resigned herself with a grumble, licking her lips restlessly. She knew GLaDOS had a point, a vampire’s venom was a sedative, and was hardly the thing that one wants in their veins if they weren’t ready to take a nap. 

Still, it only would’ve been a little nibble…

In truth, GLaDOS wasn’t working for all that much longer before she capped her ink pot and set down her quill. A glance out the nearby window and a look at the moon’s position still rising in the sky meant Chell had barely been awake for an hour in total. But it felt like an eternity.

Which was, perhaps, what made it all the more satisfying for GLaDOS to finally turn around and shift in Chell’s lap, wrapping her arms around her neck- and as always not shying in the slightest from the awful, blackened wound- and meeting her gaze with a languid smile.

“See? Patient vampires get what they want.”

There was no time to waste in meeting GLaDOS’s warm lips in a quick kiss, Chell savored her taste, and offered a please and thank you all in one, anxiously waiting as GLaDOS shrugged her robes to the side enough to display more of her neck in a silent invitation.

Chell tried not to rush, flexing the muscle of self control that had taken her years to build and still needed work to this day. Instincts told her to lunge, to bite immediately and to drink her fill quickly. But what remained of her rational thought urged her otherwise, to instead leave a trail of kisses down her partner’s jaw to her neck, to be gentle and slow. To bite only after going over every available space with affectionate offerings, and to bite gently.

There was a time and a place for a hearty bite, to relieve the urge of a vicious, powerful chomp. But all it took was a look at the still healing wound on the opposite side of GLaDOS’s neck to remind Chell to take this one easy.

A purr rumbled from her chest as she felt the warm rush of blood against her teeth and tongue, sinking her fangs in just enough to prompt a proper blood flow before she pulled back, bringing her tongue forward instead to lap at the beads of blood as they appeared.

GLaDOS shuddered in response to the cold sensation, and Chell grasped her hand and squeezed it gingerly, rubbing her thumb along her partner’s pale knuckles. The chill wouldn’t be so bad once Chell’s mouth began to warm a little, stealing the heat from the living to possess in her own icy form. 

As she lingered in the space, lapping and nuzzling, drawing out the experience longer and longer, it was impossible to ignore the older marks on GLaDOS’s neck. The violent, jagged scars from years ago, flesh permanently branded with Chell’s signature. It was sobering, and only pressed her further into the affectionate touch she had the control to give. 

It was a lucky thing that GLaDOS was who she was, Chell thought. Had she not been so eager to wrap her arms around a dangerous undead, long before Chell had been able to temper herself to be so gentle, Chell wasn’t sure if she would’ve ever gotten to this point. For any other living person out there, eagerness to cuddle up with a corpse would’ve been hard to come by.

But Chell counted as many blessings as a vampire could have that she had somehow landed herself with someone who was more comfortable with Chell being dead than Chell herself. Someone who didn’t freak out as venom dulled her senses, but instead simply yawned and snuggled closer, continuing to run a hand lazily through Chell’s hair. Someone who was content to sit here with her for hours, to tangle herself lovingly in Chell’s cold arms with nothing but joy in doing so.

Someone who loved her for who she was, not in spite of it.

#chelldos #portal #portal 2 #portal au #glados #chell #necromancer au #vampire!chell #necromancer!glados #obligatory reminder that I don't do commissions #this was a very generous donation that obviously warranted a thank you gift #but I do not write fics for money

[collecting-stories]

Girl’s Night - Arthur Shelby

Prompts 39 and 50 with Arthur Shelby. I'm imaging his girl at the Garrison for a girl's night when she has a bit too much and they call Arthur to come get her. He's amused and he takes care of her for the night. Fluff please

Girl’s Night - Arthur Shelby

It was Lizzie’s idea to go out drinking. A ‘Shelby women’s day’ as she had insisted on calling it. Polly had almost backed out but when you caved and agreed to go along at the last minute Polly did too. It was really just the four of you. Esme, Lizzie, Polly and you. And aside from a few choice words in the beginning of the evening Esme seemed to be letting go of her ill feelings toward Lizzie the more the night progressed.  

You had insisted on the booth in the private room of the Garrison, not interested in dealing with drunk, rowdy, customers and also hoping it would encourage the others not to stay too long. You’d agreed to come but only because Lizzie had followed you throughout the shop begging that you do.  

“It will be worlds of fun.” Lizzie insisted, nearly crashing into you when you stopped to hand off racing results to John.  

“I really don’t want to go Liz. I mean, with how busy it is now and I sort of just want to spend the evening with Arthur, I’ve hardly seen him this week.” You replied.  

It had been less than a month that you and Arthur were married but, at Tommy’s insistence that the business could not do without his older brother, you had been forced to forego a honeymoon. Or even just a proper wedding night. Spending time with each other was increasingly difficult and it seemed that Arthur was always exhausted when he arrived home in the evenings. All you wanted to do was spend what little time you had with your new husband, not gallivanting around Small Heath with Lizzie Stark.  

“Oh please. No one will come if you don’t. Polly has already shot me down and there’s no way in hell that Esme will agree to a night at the Garrison with just the two of us. She’d sooner kill me. You’d be doing me a huge favor.” Lizzie begged, “please say you’ll come?”

“Alright, but only for half the night. I’ll go one bottle of whiskey with you and then I’m finished. I want to actually see my husband once in a blue moon, and not from across a betting shop.” You finally caved, glancing toward Arthur’s office where he sat chatting with Tommy.  

“You won’t regret it!”

Although you were more than positive that you regretted it the moment you stepped out with the women you were beginning to feel less and less resentful. The first bottle of whiskey had been split four ways but the second was all you. At some point you had even abandoned the glass to drink straight from the bottle, to which Polly pointed out that you’d been spending far too much time with her nephew.  

And when you finally got to the glass of rum you had ordered at some point you were already well over your usual amount of alcohol for the evening. You leaned your head on Lizzie’s shoulder as you held the glass against your lower lip and sipped. Esme always teased you when you drank. While the gypsy could probably down everything in the pub and still be mostly sober your tolerance was still pretty low in the Shelby ranking and you tended to become both sleepy and cuddly when you were drunk.  

When you were out with everyone there were more definite tell-tale signs of your drunkenness. Arthur would tuck you into his side, arm secured around your shoulders while you practically buried your face in his neck, eyes closed as you mumbled replies to the conversation. Without him there to hold you the visible signs took a little longer to notice. It wasn’t until you had turned your face into Lizzie’s arm and almost dropped your rum that she realized you were done for the evening.  

“Harry!” Polly called, knocking on the window to the private room and waiting for Harry’s always pleasant smile to appear on the other side.  

“What can I do for you Miss Polly?”

“Could you call Arthur, tell ‘em to pick up his missus. I’d say she’s about two minutes from taking a nap beneath the booth.”

It took Arthur less time than that to get to you. He’d been late at the betting shop and had come immediately when Harry sent someone to call for him. You were slumped in the booth, eyes closed but you sat up almost comically when you saw your husband, excitement clear in your smile. “Arthur, have you come to drink with us?”  

“Are you drunk?” Arthur laughed, “I heard you might be.”

“No, no...no.” You replied, your response sending you into a fit of giggles. “I might’ve had a few shots.”

“Only a few?” He helped you up to stand on your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist and letting you hug his stomach. “I think I'm getting pissed just being next to you.” He teased.

“Do you want a drink?” You mumbled, laying your head on his shoulder.  

“No love, how about we head home?” He asked, “spend the rest of the night together yeah?” he offered.  

“Mmmhmmm,” you hummed, nodded your head against his shoulder.  

Arthur bid the other women goodbye and led you out of the Garrison, holding you up-right as he guided you home. It was almost always the other way around. Whenever you went out to drink with everyone, the brothers included, Arthur was the one most likely to get so drunk he couldn’t stand up straight. Which always resulted in you and John walking him home at the end of the evening or sometimes before the evening was even over.  

You mumbled incoherently into Arthur’s side through the entirety of the walk home and up the stairs to your bedroom. When he sat you down on the bed you immediately laid yourself out, tucking his pillow beneath your head and turning your face into it slightly. “I didn’t want to go out with them.”

“I know love,” Arthur replied, having heard about your disinterest in the evening the entire time you were preparing to leave, “it was a nice thing you did for Lizzie though. She’s been feeling a bit on the outs Tommy said.”

“It was nice wasn’t it? I'm a nice person aren’t I Arthur?”

“Well ya married me so you must be. As nice as any saint.” He offered. There was a slight tug on your ankle and you looked down to find him undoing your shoes and taking them off your feet.

“Did I come all the way up in my shoes? I’ve tracked mud surely!”  

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean up any mud that’s been tracked in. Now sit up for me love, I’ve to take your dress off.”

“Must you I like this one.”

“I’ll hang it on the door.” He promised, helping you sit up and taking your dress off of you. He did as promised, hanging your dress up so that it wouldn’t wrinkle, all the while you laid back down on the bed.  

“Are you coming to bed too?” you asked, turning as he walked around the room so that you could follow him.  

“Course love, just getting myself changed.” He promised, leaning down to kiss your forehead before finishing undressing himself.  

You watched him appreciatively, even in your drunken state, enjoying the sight of your husband’s body as he removed each layer of clothing. You were particularly fond of his freckles, especially tonight as your eyes moved around his torso and arms, trying to connect all the specks into a line. “You’re very handsome.”

Arthur laughed and shook his head. Once he was settled, now on your side of the bed with the covers over both of you, he kissed you properly. “I’ll let Tommy know in the morning that I’ll be taking the day off. Make sure you’re feeling alright.”

“I’m fine.” You insisted, cuddling against his side.  

“Course you are love.”  

_____________

I really enjoyed writing Arthur, it’s been so long.

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Lui- A short story by Owami Jackson

Chapter 1: Franks intro

So, how do you start one of these things? Do I tell you my name, the backstory of my character, where I am from? How and why I killed Lui?

*Fuck I ruined the whole story didn’t I? Oh well. Guess we have to start somewhere

Okay boys and girls, to save you the suspense and inner turmoil, yes this is the story of how I killed a girl named Lui. This is not an attempt to bait you into reading a story. You could easily go watch a reality show about this kind of stuff, I mean you’d be surprised at how much of this shit happens, and is televised. honestly I could give two fucks about you or the author of this short story who saw it fit too conjure me from his imagination because he couldn’t sleep or because of his “anxiety” but since we are here I’ll give you the 411. This is not a story about murder nor is it a story about romance, I’m sorry if you wanted a sequel to “A fault in our stars” but this is unfortunately not the place, go rent it at a DVD store like the rest of the perverts who still go to DVD stores. As you will come to find my personality borders on asshole territory. This is not a trait I am particularly fond off but I’m not the author here. So if you are ready for a nihilistic, self-centred, self-deprivation kind of story, buckle up your seat belt ladies and gentlemen, its time for a ride. Oh and my name is Frank.  

Chapter 2: Why is it so hard to find a good blowjob in Paris?

It’s a beautiful city Lyon, dead middle in the heart of it all, who would’ve thought a piece of shit like me would make it to a place like this. Don’t get me wrong I much rather be in my shitty apartment, with my noisy ass neighbours but every once in a while you find something that gets you out of the house and gives a rational explanation to the world. You might be asking yourself why I’m in Paris or where I’m from. Let’s just say I’m here for a permanent vacation and I can’t disclose where I’m from because I don’t know you guys like that.

*or the author is a lazy fuck who can’t give me a decent enough back story because his writing this dead late in the middle of the night and doesn’t have any depth.

The thing about the city of Lyon is that you actually start to believe the romantic hype. Its covered by water as if it was being hugged by Atlantis, the air is warm, the noise is music and the music is art. The afternoons, oh God the afternoons, the sky turns a light navy blue with small stokes of the pink sunset embellished on top of it. Sitting outside of a hotel restaurant and eating what could only be described as an orgasm in my mouth feels like paradise.  

Waiter: can I get you anything else monsieur?        

Just top me off on the wine would you. No, matter of fact bring me the bottle and add a gin and tonic while you’re at it

Waiter: aucun problème

Okay back to you lovely annoying readers; yes Paris, Lyon a beautiful part of fucking civilization, if I wasn’t going to blow my head off in the next couple of days I would have moved here  

*is it me or did I ruin another vital part of the story, Fuck!

Okay let’s make this quick, we’ve wasted enough time talking about a city that you can just google. I came here because out of all my travels it is the most beautiful place I have ever been to. This is where I plan to kill myself, everything is already planned, I’ve booked an exquisite hotel in the presidential suite with an extraordinary balcony view, I know what my last meal will be and I’ve hired enough prostitutes and drugs to give Charlie Sheen a boner. While your reading the story please don’t act like you care and even if you did, I did tell you that I’m a piece of shit so that says a lot about you weirdo. This will not end with a coming to Jesus moment; I will not tell you a sad backstory as to what lead me to this decision. The only thing I can say is that I am okay, I’m just not happy. I figured shooting myself in the head would be quicker and as a last ode to me being an asshole someone would have to clean my mushy brain and skull fragments and that brings me so much joy. Now back too regular proceedings.

Concierge: sir I have been informed to tell you that there is a female waiting for you at the front desk

Oh yes, the first of many lovely prostitutes that will be joining me, send her up Garson

Concierge: yes sir.

Time for my first act. I’m guessing you weirdos are going to stay and read about my sexual escapade, just don’t masturbate to it, it’s hard enough giving a good performance to an A list prostitute from Paris and having you weirdos jacking off to it, this is not 50 shades and you are not a middle aged housewife, grow up. What I can tell you though is that I’ve frequented some of the ladies of the night in Paris and despite their beauty they can’t give a decent enough blowjob, I mean it’s like they are  physically trained not to produce decent fallatio. It’s a question that has plagued me for years but nonetheless I digress. So yeah this whole backstory shit has been fun but it’s time for me to go, see you in the next chapter.

Chapter 3: Baby! Baby! Baby!

Even in the desolate night where the room is quiet and covered by luminance moonlight, the air in Paris is still warm. I mean I am sleeping next to two prostitutes with nothing on but the air is still comfy. If you’re here to find out if the blowjob was good, yes it was. Turns out when you use two girls the tongue ratio is rationed and abracadabra you have a good blowjob now back to the story pervert.

I’ve never been one to have a good night’s sleep. the last time I slept a full night was when I was blacked out drunk and even then I woke up to take a piss but fell on my own vomit and hit my head on the toilet seat thus inducing a slight concussion but it was a good night’s sleep nonetheless. When I can’t sleep I tend to take a walk, luckily this was a city made for mid night walks and I needed to go buy more condoms. As if only the day was replaced by the moon, the city of Lyon was still vibrant and full of life. bars where open, jazz players where still playing on the road and couples walked around freely as if they were at a market in the middle of the day, I asked one of the locals for the nearest convince store and the fucker told me it was three blocks away. I didn’t mind, it seemed the further I walked the further away my problems became, I got to the convince store and started browsing as one does when in a foreign convince store. Everything is the same if you don’t count the different cereals and sodas. I was the only one in the store at least I thought I was until I heard the softest voice talking to the store clerk. I’ve heard French before I mean how can’t you when you’re in the middle of fucking Paris but this sounded heavenly, almost extra-terrestrial like an instrument yet to be created but sounded like something sweet from your past. I walked in front of the store, as one would do upon hearing the voice of an angel and in awe, I saw her. I’m not going to give you the whole rom com speal because like I said this is not a fucking romance. She was just there, like she was meant to be there as if she was there for me. She had a little back pack and short dress complimented with airforce 1 sneakers and a tiny hat. I had to say something; I had to fill up the space that was between us. “Bonjour, what adventure are you going to? Fuck do you speak English, sorry I mean uhhm fuck never mind” she smiled and said “Hey my name is Lui, yes I do speak English and do you have any adventure we can go on”. I paid for my shit, left the condoms of course and we walked around the city the whole night talked about our lives and our past and…

*fuck this is turning into a romance isn’t it

Fast forward to the end of the night we found ourselves next to a fountain talking about shit we knew we weren’t going to remember, she told me she lived near the hotel I was at ,a tiny apartment full of paintings done by her and her eccentric friends. She said she was having a party later into the day and invited me, I mean a night with pretentious art dealers and middle-aged drunks didn’t sound half as good as a night of sniffing cocaine up a hookers ass but she intrigued me and I wanted to go. The great thing about hookers is that they never run out so I could spare some debaucherous time to be a social human for one night, I mean semi social.

*relax we’re going back to the plot of the story in the next chapter you impatience fuck  

Chapter 4: Expiry date.  

It was the tiniest apartment I have ever been in but with some miracle, it was able to house 15 drunken belligerent artsy fartsy bearded and incense-smelling individuals. The music switched from pop rock to electric folk to some weird shit that can only be described as LSD in liquefied form and everybody in the room seemed to know everything about the musician or band. It was as if I joined a cult unknowingly and we were about to fuck a goat and eat celebratory rice cakes. From the minute, I entered the room I immediately regretted calling off my nightly escapades with hookers and cocaine until I saw her. She had a short poker dotted skirt on with the harshest BDSM boots I’ve ever seen in my life, her hair was shaped like a mushroom and she had glitter all over her face.

*can somebody tell this Disney ass author that this is not A FUCKING ROMANCE NOVEL

The minute I clocked eyes with her she gestured me towards her friends, I put my hand up as if to say no thanks, she saw my reluctance, smiled and came right over to me

Lui: thank you for making it, I didn’t think you would come

Frank: yeah, I haven’t listened to pop rock in a while so I decided to pop in

*Good she’s smiling  

Lui: would you like something to drink?

Frank: yeah what do you have on the menu?

Lui: this is Paris so we have wine obviously, I can make you a gin cocktail and we have beer if you’re trying to be a prude

Frank: I’ll be a Prude thank you.  

Lui: ill be right back, just don’t move

Frank: I’ll be right here

I scrolled through my phone looking at pictures I’ve already seen before as one does in a socially award situation. A pixie girl with pink hair came up to me and proceeded to bombard me with a verbal avalanche of gypsy talk and indigo gibberish. I entertained her for a while until Lui came back to save me. Lui and I sat on the sofa together and besides the interruptions of people telling us how high or drunk they were we had a very in depth conversation. Within an hour we were making out, we decided to go up the roof of her apartment for some fresh air.

Frank: i expected a bed looking unto the stars but I guess this will do.

Lui: I’ve had sex on harsher and more abstract places

Frank: London 2003 I had sex in a cemetery while people where burying my father.

Lui: Wow! Impressive, Paris 2012 I had sex in a church with the youth pastor while the service was still in progress. The pastor’s wife walked in on us and told the whole church, my mother didn’t talk to me for years.

Frank: Wow, I didn’t take you in for a church person.

Lui: what can I say Youth pastors are hot.

The sky was bare with sprinkles of stars. the stars were clear and vivid as if they wanted you to look at them. The moon was not shy as well. a crescent moon held the sky together and on top of the roof, it looked larger than life. As always the air was warm, I laid the big trench coat I had, on the floor and well yeah we had sex.

*I’m sorry but what’s this author’s obsession with my sex life like fuck, has he heard of porn before?

Lui: Fuck! Oh my God. Ahhhhhh, wow you’re amazing.

Frank: You’re not too bad yourself. Wow, thank you, I guess.

Lui: you’re welcome. Im gonna miss this

Frank: I mean we can do it again.

Lui: no I mean sex, intimacy, love, passion just life

Frank: are you transferring to a nun school tomorrow?

Lui: I have Lupus and not to get into the nitty grittys of it all but yeah im going to die in a couple of months, I’m in pain every day and I want to kill myself everyday but I never find the strength to do it

*well this just got awkward.

Frank: one way to kill the romance Lui

Lui: I’m sorry but were never going to see each other again so I just thought id lay it all onto you

Frank: well if there’s an afterlife, which there isn’t, ill be sure to pop you in a visit

Lui: I’ll be next to Jesus and the youth pastors trying to get some dick

Frank: You’re hilarious, life shouldn’t take people like you, you deserve to grow old and have kids and grandkids and share your light and lessons with them

Lui: I’ve made peace with it, I mean I don’t have control over it but I do have control on how I want it to happen

Frank: oh yeah?

Lui: I want my last moments to be in an island at a beach somewhere looking Over the horizon with wine in my hand a blunt in the other and a smile on my face

Frank: wow that’s a very specific request

Lui: I read it on those cancer books those white people read, you know the ones where one teenager is dying of cancer and the other does something romantic for them

Frank: like ‘A fault in our stars’?

Lui: Exactly! But  I know I’ll probably die in a hospital or in my house if I’m lucky.

Frank: I never thought I’d have sex and talk about a terminal disease right after

Lui: stick with me baby and you’ll be introduced to a world of new sexual dialogue.

We walked back into the party, I had every reason to leave but I wanted to stay, so I stayed. The party ended at 3 in the morning. The host blacked out and I had nothing to do so I cleaned up her house, I went to a local coffee shop at 6 in the morning, came back to the apartment to find her awake, blushing and with a terrible hangover. I gave her coffee and waited for her to come out the shower, I didn’t know what I was waiting for but it seemed like the right thing to do, I heard a gut wrenching scream from the bathroom. I ran in and there she was naked, convulsing in pain, I held her and tried to cradle her to health but it didn’t work. I called the ambulance and spent the rest of the day in hospital. Throughout the day her friends and her family showed up. They all asked who I was and I just kept on saying I was an acquaintance. The doctor came in and told us that She was responsive but she was in immense pain, she could make out words and she kept on telling the doctors that she was in pain and she just wanted to go. The doctors said there was nothing they could do but wait. the pain wouldn’t stop. She could go home and wait to die there or die in the hospital. A decision was made for her to go home. I walked passed the doctors as secretly as I could, grabbed a wheel chair, went into her room and took her out the back of the hospital. I called out a cab and told him to drive to the beach, it was 5 o’clock in the morning and the sun was coming up. We pulled up to the beach, I gave the cab driver a thousand Euros and told him to wait for us. We pushed the wheel chair onto the sand close to the water, I took off her shoes and put them in the water, I cradled her and we watched the sun rise. A tear fell from her eyes, she tried to mumble out a thank you but she couldn’t move her mouth, I looked at her and kissed her on her head. I took her back into cab and told the cab driver to drive back to her apartment, laid her on her bed. Took a pillow and smothered her the fastest way I could. Her hand shaking with pain from her Lupas, stopped and for a while it seemed like her body was at peace, I left a note on top of the kitchen counter next to the cold coffee detailing what I had done and why I did it. I told her parents they could hate me or blame me but this is what she wanted. I also gave them the address of my hotel. I took her phone, called the first contact I found and told them that she was at her apartment.

*I told you this is not a fucking Disney story

Chapter 5- Walking with the lights off

I honestly don’t know how you stayed through out the story but you’re here now, you’ve made it, I would say I’m proud of you but I don’t really care. I guess the author wanted the last chapter to be a mushy moment that would provoke me to come to a Jesus moment and not kill myself

*pussy

And he was right, I think my character arch was cemented in the last chapter. I found something that I cared about and realized that life is meaningful and watching a life fade away in-front of my eyes, she made me realize that I have so much to live for, Sike I’m still going to kill myself. I told you that I’m a nihilistic asshole and things would come to this, you read on and I told you not too, so now that we’re here time to end this chapter with a bang.

I waited in the hotel for 4 days and no one came, no police, no family member and no friends. Sometimes blue lights would flicker outside and I would get myself ready but they never came. I don’t know what I was waiting for, redemption, pain, punishment, I don’t even know why I left my address in Lui’s apartment. All I know is that in the days and nights I spent with Lui I felt a sense of belonging that I had never felt before and doing what I did to her made me realize that maybe I do have a moral compass. Within 5 days I figured the family had understood the letter and how she was in pain, I hoped that they understood that I didn’t do anything maliciously. Until I got a visit from a middle aged women in all black attire with sunglasses on. It was Lui’s mom. We sat in the garden of the hotel and I didn’t know what to say, I mean what do you say to the mother of someone you’ve killed. She looked at me, and said “Your eyes carry pain, just like my daughters eyes” I didn’t say anything. That was not something I was expecting her to say. She continued  “I’ve been fighting with my family the whole week on whether we should arrest you or kill you ourselves”. I then replied “Since there are no police here I’m thinking you decided to do the latter?”

“No, I convinced them not to do both, you see I knew the pain my daughter was going through, I think I just got selfish and wanted her to stay a little longer. I want to thank you for helping her with her pain, although you’ve brought my family great pain as we couldn’t say goodbye to her the way we wanted to, you’ve closed a chapter that needed to be closed. I wanted to see you before you disappeared, I don’t know why but I wanted to see your eyes and now that I’m here I realize that there is no one who can save you from your turmoil, your eyes long for a rest you can’t have, I pray that you find solace in this life or the next” and just like that she got up, shook my hand and left. I didn’t know what to feel afterwards but I knew what I had to do.

I grabbed a gym bag, walked out the hotel room at 3am in the morning, I hired a cab to drive me to Lui’s apartment, I left flowers on the entrance of her apartment I then told the driver to drive to the beach, I waited till the clock hit 4:30. The sun came up slowly. It was beautiful I didn’t deserve the view . I kneeled along the shore and took out the gun

*you see, one thing I know about myself is that I’m very self aware. I know my wrongs and I know my rights(as little as they may be). I understand that I’m probably a sick individual, I understand that sometimes someone like myself needs help but I think I’ve ran enough, from my past, my demons and myself. I don’t remember a time I was ever happy and I don’t resent God, my family or myself for it. I have limits and I just happened to run out of them. Sometimes you just have to take the brunt of your inner turmoil and throw them in the fire. As much as I am an asshole, I have a soul and I hope somehow I’ve been able to leave a positive peace of myself attached to someone and changed their lives cause it would be a shame living such a shitty life to not impact at least one person, anyway....

BANG!!

End.

#short story

[silent-storm-seductress-blog]

Qaara Kagon

Character Chart

Character’s Full Name:  Storm Chaser Priestess, Qaara of the Kagon

Reason or Meaning of Name: Title mostly. Infusing her natural aetheric abilities for “storm” magics and she is a trained low tier priestess of the Kagon tribe

Character’s Nickname/Alias: N/A

Reason for Nickname/Alias: N/A

Birth Date: 26th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Physical appearance

Age:  20

How old does he/she appear: Slightly younger, maybe late teens

Weight: 94lb (50kg/7stones)

Height: 4ft 7in (143cm)

Body build: Slender, soft, slightly toned but mostly just gentle curves

Shape of face: Heart, slightly broad forehead but it’s hidden by her bangs

Eye color: soft violet rimmed in glowing soft leven blue limbals

Glasses or contacts: N/A

Skin tone: pale cream

Distinguishing marks: Known: Freckles - light dusting over her cheeks and nose - Freckles - light dusting over her shoulders and back of neck Unknown / Known to a few: Inked in runes along her spine - Blackened left arm covered in moonlight silver markings

Predominant features: Auri Horns

Hair color: Black with deep pink tips

Type of hair:  Short, straight

Hairstyle:  Semi- asian style cut with straight banks, lazily layered back, long chunks that hang to either side of her face. All the “layerd chunks”, bangs etc are tipped with deep pink.

Voice:  Below a whisper, usually slightly raspy if she talks at all these days

Overall Attractiveness: 8/10 (her personal opinion)

Physical Disabilities: Can not actually heal well despite being a priestess - needs open areas to use her full storm magics (i.e large room with a high ceiling or be outside)

Usual Fashion of Dress: Cloth or light leather - usually dyed black - long robes and a mask during daylight - short near nothing attire at night or inside - often doesn’t wear tops if is around other auri or those comfortable with it.

Favorite Outfit: SImple cotton short shorts and nothing else

Jewelry or Accessories: Feathered Owl Mask, black with silver tips - leather cords about her wrists decorated with various rune stones (uses these in place of wand/staff)

 Personality

Good Personality Traits: Open to being friendly and open minded upon a first meeting. - Always tries to give people a chance to show their true selves and accept the person for who they are, not what others say they are or expect them to be

Bad Personality Traits: Is sometimes a bit too trusting, is loyal to a fault in that once she trusts you and accepts you as a close friend or more...she can not see a wrong in you even should you commit a great crime. She’ll defend you and give excuses for you to the death!~

Mood Character is Most Often In: Relaxed, cheerful, curious

Sense of Humor: Most things go over her head if they are of a perverted nature but she can laugh at just about anything thrown at her

Character’s Greatest Joy In Life: Relaxing and watching the night sky change from star filled to a raging storm.

Character’s Greatest Fear: Her darkness being found out and rejected by a person she is most close to

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?  Losing a loved one should she ever fall in love.

Character Is Most at Ease When:  It is night time and raining/storming

Most Ill at Ease When: During the day, high noon, in the desert.

Enraged When: Someone threatens her or her close friends.

Depressed or Sad When: Always a little bit, hiding one’s darkness is….a deeply tiring and emotional toil that goes unseen by nearly everyone.

Life Philosophy: Give people another chance to prove themselves...don’t let a single moment define a person….people CAN change if they have the willpower to do so and are given the chance.

If Granted One Wish, It Would Be: To have just ONE person understand and accept her AND her darkness...no try to change or rid her of it.  

Character’s Soft Spot: Injured friends

Is This Soft Spot Obvious to Others?: Very much so.  

Greatest Strength: Adaptability

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: Emotions

Biggest Regret: Not leaving her tribe’s Kha sooner (she is still a part of the tribe!)

Minor Regret: Keeping most people at a specific distance as far as relationship closeness goes

Biggest Accomplishment: Not succumbing to the curse upon her

Minor Accomplishment: Becoming fairly strong with storm magics

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: None yet..

 Character’s Darkest Secret: The reason why her arm is blackened

Does Anyone Else Know?: Yes, one person is slowly learning the secret.

 Goals

Drives and Motivations: Survival, making friends, finding one special person  

Immediate Goals: Survival

Long Term Goals: Finding someone to stick to through thick or thin

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: She’s just winging it!

How Other Characters Will Be Affected:  If she doesn’t get attached...they won’t be? If she does, ho boy get ready for a roller coaster of fun!~

 Past

Hometown: Azim Steppes - Kagon Kha

Type of Childhood: Difficult - Shunned my tribes members for being ‘Azim Touched’ - Favored by Elders for darker reasons

Pets: N/A

First Memory: Waking up in the middle of the day, sunburnt and with a black mark about her left middle finger.

Most Important Childhood Memory: Spurring into action her first raging storm

Childhood Hero: N/A

Dream Job: To travel the world alongside someone and dive into the darker aspects of it.

Education: Trained in simple healing magics - Near Master in Storm related magics - Trained in simple weapons and staves as well as long staffs

Religion: Worships Nhaama  

Finances: Able to provide for herself but nothing showy

 Present

Current Location: Ul’dah possibly or somewhere within Thanalan

Currently Living With: Nobody, sometimes crashes at Crossroads Haven (FC she is a part of)

Pets: N/A

Religion: Worships Nhaama

Occupation: Healer or Mage for hire

Finances: Livable

 Family

Siblings:  N/A

Relationship With Them:  N/A

Spouse: N/A

Relationship With Them: N/A

Children: N/A

Relationship With Them: N/A

Other Important Family Members:  N/A

 Favorites

Color: Moonlight Silver - Black - Deep Rose Pink

Least Favorite Color: White - Gold

Music: Orchestral

Food: Sweets - Meats - Fruits

Literature: History books - Books on elemental magics

Form of Entertainment: Books - Traveling

Expressions: A soft and inviting smile

Mode of Transportation: Porting Crystals or her own two feet

Most Prized Possession: Owl Mask

 Habits

Hobbies: Reading, practicing her magics, daydreaming, wandering

Plays a musical instrument?: Nope, can’t even sing

Plays a sport?: N/A

How he would spend a rainy day?: Walking out in the rain, meditating

Spending Habits: Spends what she needs when she needs but would rather trade as is the custom of her homeland

Smokes: Nope

Drinks: Sometimes, usually a glass of wine or two, socially

Other Drugs: Nope

What does he/she do too much of?: Daydream

What does he/she do too little of?: Train in Healing

Extremely Skilled At: Storm or elemental magics

Extremely Unskilled At: healing magics

Nervous Tics: Will fall silent or remove herself quickly from situations she can not handle

Usual Body Posture: Upright - relaxed - yet ready to act in an instant

Mannerisms: Cheery - Polite - Sociable

Peculiarities: Will randomly greet people in the most random ways, usually mimicking their posture and expressions after stepping up beside them.

 Traits

Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist

Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert

Daredevil or Cautious?: Both - situation depending

Logical or Emotional?: Both - usually logical

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat?: Chaotic organization

Prefers Working or Relaxing?: Both - understands one must work to be able to truly relax

Confident or Unsure of Themself?: Confident in most things - a few she might second guess on

Animal lover?: Has no opinion - would like a creature but it’d need to be useful in some manner

 Self-perception

How She Feels About Herself: Like she is not doing enough to be worthwhile

One Word Character Would Use To Describe Themselves: Lost

Paragraph Description on How They’d Describe Themselves: <”Just a lost kagon searching for her destiny. Trying to make friends and looking for one that stands out, one to follow or stand beside. I just….want one person I do not have to always smile around, who I can relax beside and who is not hateful or….wanting to ‘fix’ me. I am not broke, only lost and searching for my path.”>

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?: Social openness

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: Too Secretive

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: Her eyes

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: Her pale skin

How does the character think others perceive him/her? A bit weird but easy to approach….she hopes

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself? Nothing at the moment.

 Relationships with others

Opinion of Other People in General: Everyone is a blank canvas waiting to be painted and revealed as a masterpiece!

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?: Nope! Though as she becomes ever more mute people might misunderstand?

Person Character Most Hates: N/A

Best friend(s): N/A

Love interest(s): Secret

Person Character (Would) Go to For Advice: Mogoi Qestir

Person Character Feels Responsible For: N/A

Person Character Feels Awkward Around: N/A

Person Character Openly Admires: N/A

Person Character Secretly Admires: Secret

Tagging: @mogoi-xiv @hei-lowell

#need more glams for Qaara #alll da screenies

[aras-charas]

Ian Thatcher

{FC: Misha Collins} 32 | June 17, 1686 | Gemini

T H E   B A S I C S

Born June 17th in Montego Bay, Jamaica Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Bisexual Religion: Christianity (loosely) Spoken Languages: English Current residency: Montego Bay, Jamaica; Boston, Massachusetts (Modern AU) Occupation: Ex-Royal Navy, Doctor’s apprentice; Cardiac Surgeon (Modern AU)

P H Y S I C A L   T R A I T S

Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown Height: 6’0”

Weight: 169 lbs Tattoos + piercings: None

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Intelligence: Above Average Favorite color: Gray-blue Likes: Medical documentaries, Thai food Dislikes: His father, the color red Disposition: Reserved and polite, always takes responsibility for his actions.   Hobbies: Cooking, crossword puzzles, cycling, reading, running/jogging

B I R T H   C H A R T

Sun Sign: Gemini Moon Sign: Libra Rising Sign: Gemini

I A N ' S   S T O R Y

Ian was born on June 17th, 1686 in Montego Bay, Jamaica. He had a fairly uneventful childhood, but was encouraged by his father to join the King's Navy when he became of age. At the age of 2, his mother, Amelia, was killed and his father, William, remarried a woman named Florence Loughton. William and Florence birthed a son, Nolan, who became Ian's step-brother. In his late teenage years, Ian obeyed his father's wishes and enrolled in the Navy. For several years, he spent his days at sea on several HMS vessels, going wherever he was needed. Occasionally, the orders had him stationed on different islands in the Caribbean. Nothing too eventful took place on the job aside from the occasional capture of a wanted fugitive - primarily pirates. When he turned 31, he was stationed on a ship that would eventually come under attack by pirates. On that ship, he met a man who truly peaked his interests and made him begin to question his sexuality. Appalled and knowing such thoughts were unacceptable, he forced himself away from the man and pushed his feelings aside. A month later, the ship came under attack by pirates who would take no quarter. The ship was badly damaged and most of the men - including the man Ian had come to have stirrings for - were dead. He tried to pull himself to his feet but realized he was injured and pinned to the deck by other fallen bodies. Just as he was about to give up hope, the attack stopped. Not long after that, he met Alyssandra Degaldo, who, along with other medics, rescued Ian and the other surviving men. She tended to his injuries and the two became very close. Despite being ten years her elder, Ian and Alyssandra began having feelings for each other. She came to stay aside of him in Montego Bay, at a local doctor's establishment. The two apprenticed for the doctor for a year, and in the midst of it all, came to form a romantic relationship with each other. However, when an injured man was brought to their place seeking treatment for an infection in his leg, Ian was taken with him the same way he'd been with the now-deceased soldier a year ago. He and Alyssandra treated the man's infection and came to learn that his name was Layne Sheppard and that he was a pirate. Ian initially attempted to hide his attraction for the other man, trying to use the same excuses he had before, as well as the fact he was trying to pursue a relationship with Alyssandra. It was of little use - once Layne healed, he seemed equally interested in Ian and the two became friends (albeit begrudgingly on Ian's side). One night when the two were drinking together, Layne asked Ian to come up to his room for a talk.   With the alcohol buzzing through his system, Ian agreed, and followed Layne to the room he'd rented in the tavern. It wasn't long before their talk shifted from daily ongoings to discussing their feelings for one another. It was obvious that Layne found the other man intriguing, and Ian finally gave in. The two shared a lustful, passionate night together, which Ian immediately came to regret in the morning. Despite wanting it to be a one-night-stand, their encounters seemed to become more frequent and were always kept hidden from Alyssandra. When Alyssandra eventually uncovers their relationship, she leaves Ian. Ian and Layne are finally able to be together, until Alyssandra informs Ian that he has impregnated her. Ian reluctantly parts from Layne and marries Alyssandra. She gives birth to fraternal twins, Mallory and Elias Thatcher. A few months after, she is diagnosed with a terminal illness and tells Ian to be with Layne, and for the two of them to raise the babies together. Ian is devastated when Alyssandra dies, but he makes a promise to always be there for his children. Ian and Layne become fathers to Ian's children and raise them the best they can. Modern AU: Ian meets Layne while working as a cardiac surgeon at a hospital they both work at in Boston.  Despite the fact that he’s dating Alyssandra, Ian and Layne become close, spending most of their lunch and dinner breaks eating together in the hospital’s cafeteria when time allows.  After Alyssandra dies of Stage IV brain cancer, he marries Layne and they raise his children - Elias and Mallory Thatcher - alongside each other.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

| Mother: Amelia Thatcher (née Ormond) {DECEASED} | Father: William Thatcher | | Siblings: Nolan Thatcher (stepbrother) | | Main Pairing: Alyian (with Alyssandra Degaldo); Laynian (with Layne Sheppard) | | Children: Mallory and Elias Thatcher (with Alyssandra Degaldo) | | Others |

Florence Thatcher (née Loughton) - Stepmother

#ianthatcherbio

[trashandstimcaf]

Niccus Character Intro

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Niccus Glitz

Reason or meaning of name: It’s flashy and attention grabbing

Character’s nickname: Nic, Jackass, Hey don’t you owe me credits

Reason for nickname: He’s an ass with a bit of a fondness for high stakes

Birth date: unknown

Physical appearance

Age: 26

How old does he/she appear: Early 20s

Weight: 250lbs

Height: 6’5

Body build: Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and very buff with a nice butt

Shape of face: Rectangular

Eye color: Purplish Blue depends on the lighting really

Glasses or contacts: he’s that asshole with 20/10 vision

Skin tone: Light Green

Distinguishing marks: His Mirialan facial tattoos and rosy cheeks

Predominant features: A big ol lantern jaw

Hair color: Greenish Black

Type of hair: it’s thick and wavy

Hairstyle: Big overdone pompadour

Voice: Smarmy

Overall attractiveness: He thinks he’s very attractive

Physical disabilities: none

Usual fashion of dress: like is a 50’s greaser wandered into swtor

Favorite outfit: Bold Hellion armor

Jewelry or accessories: he has a flip comb

Personality

Good personality traits: Highly affectionate and good humored

Bad personality traits: Greedy, bombastic, and cut throat

Mood character is most often in: Highly amused with himself

Sense of humor: What if i just ruin everything at once while saying a dumb one liner

Character’s greatest joy in life: Credits, Risha, Being with his moms

Character’s greatest fear: Dying in obscurity

Why? His mother was an infamous pirate that he strives to be like failing her memory terrifies him

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Losing his crew

Character is most at ease when: He’s running a scam or gambling or even better both at once

Most ill at ease when: When he’s trying to be sincere

Enraged when: Someone steals his shit (looking at you Skavak)

Depressed or sad when: He thinks about his moms, he misses them

Priorities: Getting rich and getting laid

Life philosophy: Eh fuck it

If granted one wish, it would be: To be so damn rich he could buy the cartel, the empire, and the republic

Why? He strives to reclaim the Glitz name from the smear campaign done by the empire to downplay the damage his mother had done to it

Character’s soft spot: Languss Tuno, Bowdarr, Risha, and Akaavi

Is this soft spot obvious to others? Yep he’s pretty open with his affection

Greatest strength: He’s got the skill to carry him through when luck fails him

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His obsessive search for fame and fortune has pushed away many people

Biggest regret: He feels like he didn’t tell his mom he loved her enough before she was killed

Minor regret: Not smacking Corso upside the head more

Biggest accomplishment: Claiming Port Nowhere as his own and becoming a Pirate feared by both the republic and the empire

Minor accomplishment: Convincing Risha to marry his dumbass

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: None

Why? He owns his failures so it doesn’t hurt when it’s thrown in his face

Character’s darkest secret: He was sad that Darmas betrayed him

Does anyone else know? Nope he keeps that to himself

Goals

Drives and motivations: stupid amounts of fame and wealth

Immediate goals: get rich

Long term goals: get really rich

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Rob the empire and republic blind

How other characters will be affected: He’s pissed off plenty of sith, jedi, and bureaucrats

Past

Hometown: a space ship

Type of childhood: mostly spent on the run with his mother learning to shoot quick and talk quicker

Pets: A little reprogrammed probe droid

First memory: His mother pulling him into her lap and showing him how to steer

Most important childhood memory: His mother’s ship getting shot down in a dogfight between republic and empire ships

Why: It’s when his childhood ended for him

Childhood hero: His mother Ramilia Glitz

Dream job: Pilot

Education: Spotty he can fix a speeder, cheat at cards, shoot a blaster and patch up himself and crew after a fight, but his reading is pretty basic and his math is pretty much confined to adding and subtracting

Religion: He thinks the force is for the jedi and the sith to kill each other over

Finances: Depends his adopted mother’s where a smuggler and bounty hunter so income was spotty as a kid

Present

Current location: His Ship

Currently living with: His Crew

Pets: Same little droid

Religion: still thinks the force is for pompous jackasses with laser swords

Occupation: Smuggler

Finances: Changes day by day he’s a bit of a spendthrift

Family

Biological Mother: Ramilia Glitz

Relationship with her: Niccus worships her memory at this point, but before she died they were very close

Biological Father: Unknown

Relationship with him: Gives not a single fuck about him

Adoptive Mothers: Bantara and Telkali

Relationship with them: He loves them and would bring them several moons if they asked. He learned most of skills in fighting and basic medical care from the two women.

Spouse: Risha

Relationship with him/her: He’d die for her if necessary but he’d prefer a plan that gets them both out alive because he’d like to hear her call him an idiot for the rest of what he hopes is a long life

Children: none but took Guss under his wing

Relationship with them: He adores Guss’ ambition and appreciation of a good scheme

Other important family members: He considers Bowdarr and Akaavi to be family

Favorites

Color: Red

Least favorite color: Light Blue

Music: Anything with a beat that he can dance to is a okay with Niccus

Food: He’s not picky

Literature: He’s not big on reading unless it’s speeder schematics

Form of entertainment: Gambling

Expressions: Take a long walk out a short airlock

Mode of transportation: His space ship or custom built speeder

Most prized possession: His blaster

Habits

Hobbies: Playing cards and flirting

Plays a musical instrument? no

Plays a sport? No, what if he messed up his hair

How he/she would spend a rainy day: inside macking on Risha

Spending habits: Buys a lot of frivolous shit because he can

Smokes: sometimes

Drinks: yes

Other drugs: sometimes

What does he/she do too much of? Drinks a little more than he should

What does he/she do too little of? Consider the consequences of his actions

Extremely skilled at: Shooting, flying, and if you ask him flirting

Extremely unskilled at: Shutting up, reading, not being a jackass

Nervous tics: pulling out his flip comb and running it through his hair, licking his lips, pulling at his ear piecing, and clicking his tongue piercing against his teeth

Usual body posture: Relaxed and open

Mannerisms: hooks his thumbs into his belt loops often and preens too much

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Joyfully pessimistic

Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert

Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil

Logical or emotional? Emotional

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? A complete slob

Prefers working or relaxing? Chillin like a villian

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? He’s a big pompous jackass

Animal lover? Sure if they don’t cramp his style

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: He’s hiding a very scared man under the 50 layers of narcissistic jackassery

One word the character would use to describe self: Fantastic

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: A man of action and excellent taste. With an ass to die for and a luscious locks. He’s just stupidly good looking and it's a burden he must bear.

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? His clever wit

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? He’s just so damn pretty

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Everything

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Nothing

How does the character think others perceive him/her: As a charming lovable rogue

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Nothing

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: Depends on how attractive he finds them

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Not often unless it’s to run a scam

Person character most hates: Skavak, Rogun, Darmas

Best friend(s): Risha, Akaavi, Bowdarr, Guss, Theron, Lana, Koth

Love interest(s): Risha, Theron

Person character goes to for advice: His moms

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Guss

Person character feels shy or awkward around: Theron and Risha make him a little twitterpated

Person character openly admires: Risha, Lana, Senya

Person character secretly admires: Scorpio

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: All his moms

After story starts: All his moms, Risha, Theron, Lana, and Koth

#swtor oc #my swtor oc #swtor #niccus #niccus in a nut shell

[masterpiecejongin]

“Don’t trust the boy and his demon, Darling”(Prologue)

They always considered you as a monster, but what if you really were one? A monster who created a monster. Or maybe you were just totally insane.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Pairing: Human!Jongin and Demon!Kai x reader Genre: thirller, fantasy, smut Warnings: Idk if there should be warings for this. There’s a bit of mental illeness, violence kinda, sassy Jongin and Kai lmao

Jongin was born in a wealthy family, his ancestors’ blue blood ran through his veins. His father, an important business man was always too busy to take care of his little child, and his mother, a cold and materialistic woman, only cared about her status and her public relations with other powerful families. They didn’t love each other, and they only had a son to keep their estate and fortune safe. They didn’t expect Jongin though. The child, since his younger age, showed weird behavior, and was diagnosticated with mental disorders. He was so bizarre and odd, even scary sometimes so he couldn’t be seen like this by other powerful families. His parents kept him locked inside his house, they said he was timid but smart, that they were teaching him everything he needed to know, and they were raising him with love and care. Bullshits. Jongin was always by himself, he played in his big mansion by himself, or with his imaginary friends, like his maids and nannies used to say. He would go out to play, in the garden. He would curiously walk, and stare at insects and beautiful flowers that filled the wide garden. Colors and perfumes transformed it into a magical place, Jongin really loved it. But as his innocent mind was stained with insanity and darkness, also that beautiful garden was being stained with death. “I have a new friend!” would say Jongin smiling and opening his little hands to show a dead spider, or fly. He liked to kill them, he would kill insects, little mouses and the beautiful flowers. He called them his friends, but even if it looked like he needed someone to play with he would turn his head as soon as a new nanny would come. He didn’t like new people, especially those who he didn’t know. His parents were disgusted, terrified and they wondered how was it possible they had a monster like that as their son. Jongin grew up unaware of his parents’ true feelings. “Mummy, why dad doesn’t play with me?” he would ask while his mother tucked him in bed. “Oh, he’s really busy Jongin. But don’t worry, your mum is here with you.” she would reply forcing a smile. Jongin then would nod and smile at her. He trusted and loved her. Around 8 years old, Jongin’s mental conditions got worse. He would still talk to himself or to the little animals he killed. But it always seemed like he didn’t feel any regrets or mercy for those creatures.   Once he catched a little white mouse. He tortured it all the afternoon, and his amazed smile sent chills down his mother’s spine. She was sitting at the table in the living room, drinking some tea when Jongin arrived and he slowly laid down the little mouse’s corpse. It was cut to ribbons, covered in blood with its eyes black and dead. His mother screamed terrified, her chair fell back with a loud thud before a long silence. Jongin didn’t understand why his mum was acting like that. “Mum, why are you scared? He’s my friend.” he said with his acute voice. “Your friend? It’s just a dirty mouse that was so unlucky to end up in your hands!” she screamed at him, her chest rising and lowering rapidly. Jongin watched as his mother collapsed on the floor, massaging her chest while tears begin to fall from her eyes. “What did I do wrong?! Why do I have to raise a child like you?! Why?!” she screamed again, desperately. “Oh my goodness, Mrs Kim, please get up.” hurried a maid, trying to help her. Jongin confused, tried to get close to his mother, his shaky hand moved to her to dry her tears. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” the woman slapped his little hand, making the boy gasp and pull it back immediately. The maid helped Mrs Kim to get up and the crying woman stumbled on her feet trying to go upstairs. “YOU ARE A MONSTER KIM JONGIN. THE THOUGHT OF BEING YOUR MOTHER AND HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO YOU DISGUST ME.” She started to scream. “CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME?! YOU’RE KILLING ME. YOU’RE A MONSTER WHO’S KILLING HIS OWN MOTHER, JONGIN. I HATE YOU!” the woman cried while going upstairs. Jongin watched her form disappearing while her hysterical cries became more distant. His surrounding became confused and he’s stared blankly at the mouse’s corpse on the table. “Am I a monster? So my mum doesn’t love me…she hates me.” his thin voice whispered. His rosy lips formed an odd grin. “Then..I hate her too.” he then grabbed the fork used by his mother and literally skewered the corpse with it. Blood splashed to his hand and face while he started to laugh. “I hope my mummy ends up like this too.” He lazily and slowly went in his bedroom, a weird smile appeared on his face when he passed by his mother’s bedroom where she was still crying. That night Jongin had horrible nightmares, what his mother told him, those disgusted and terrified stares always on him. He has never realized what those things meant but now everything was clear. “You all have to die..” he murmured in his sleep. He then started to scream, those memories and images were too painful and hard to handle.He tossed and turned in his bed, cold sweat covering his forehead. Suddenly he felt calm and peaceful. He opened his eyes, moonlight entering the room through the big window. Jongin saw a shadow behind his back. The child turned slightly scared and tried to focus better on the form standing near the window.  He was a boy, in his 20s, he neared the bed so that Jongin could see him better. He had bronze skin and his red eyes sparkled in the dim light of his bedside lamp. His hair, clear blond like the color of the moon, covered his forehead. He was completely dressed in black, he was tall and slightly muscular. Jongin observed him carefully, he was a stranger but for the first time he wasn’t scared, he kinda felt comforted. It felt like he wasn’t alone in the room but at the same time it felt like that boy was..Jongin himself. “Who are you?” the child asked, his voice kinda shaked. The blond looked at him and then smirked. “You called me, you should know it.” replied simply, his deep voice filled the room. Jongin kept staring at him, observing every little detail about him. “Kai.” he then whispered. Kai nodded and sat on his bed, moving closer to him. “Now, Jongin. What do you want me to do?” he asked. The child closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he then opened them slowly while a terrifying smirk appeared on his face. “Kill them. Kill them all except for my mum. Let her live, I want her to watch me grow and hate her just like she hated me for all these 8 years. And one day I’ll kill her with my hands.” Kai listened to the young boy’s almost inhuman voice and then started to laugh. Jongin unknowingly laughed with him, and everyone asleep in the house felt chills down their spines. Jongin’s little hand caressed Kai’s collarbone and then climbed up till his neck. The demon’s bronze skin released black smoke as if it was burning, but he didn’t seem too worried about it. When Jongin pull his hand back, on the older’s neck there were some black and crooked roots and under his ear appeared vertically the letters “KAI”. They both smiled at each other and then Kai’s red eyes sparkled in the darkness of the room.

-The Next Day- “Kim family’s mansion burned down this night, the only survivors of this devastating fire are Mrs Kim and her child Jongin. Fortunately Mr Kim was abroad to work. 10 members of the staff lost their lives and the house was completely destroyed by the flames causing a huge loss to the family’s estate. The cause is still unknown.”

A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my first fanfic but english is not my first language. Anyway if you like it pls leave some feedback, I really need motivation. Sorry if there are some mistakes. Thank you. :)

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